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Post by Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy on May 12, 2014 0:55:01 GMT -5
Clack! Clack! Clack! The pebble, white in color like most of the area, slammed into a tree a distance away. A deformed foot, skin with the consistency of candle-wax, pulled back. A toe made of twisted metal, which ended with a filigreed piece of black, kicked at another stone. Clack! Clack! Clack! Pajamas, which happened to be a pair of shorts, hung badly wrinkled from flat hips. A white tank-top hung loosely on a frame; a piece of steel jutted through its center.
The path, a small wooded thing that wove between two buildings, was aglow with purple flames. The little spots of light, which seemed oddly placed, sat on top of random pieces of the Pokemorph. Eyes set deeply within a face glowed a bright gold. The small lights positioned upon the path allowed human gazes to easily pick out the path before them. Left. Right. Left. Right. Like a drunkard, though she was banned from the bar, the Chandelure Pokemorph stumbled. The movements were jerky and erratic. A badly manned marionette on a string—that was the most apt description. While there was no creaking, her joints were not poorly oiled, noises were apparent.
Bzzzzzt! A little red radio, which might be found in the hands of a toddler, was visible in the dark. Its weight was one reason the pajamas hung so poorly; it drug down the elastic hem. After a moment of unintelligible buzzing, the radio began to hiss.
Lips the color of a corpses, bruise-like in a few areas, were pulled downward in a tight frown. Metallic twine pulled the mouth shut. Clipping it allowed it to grow back soon—it grew like the annoying weeds her mother had cut down daily. “S…s…stupid…s…squirrel….s…s….s…illy…s..stupid…” The radio was loud on the secluded island. The moon hung low in the sky above; it was waning into a little sliver of white. Above, ignorant of the infected and Jackie’s current issues, the stars gave sporadic flickers. Was that a plane? Jacqueline Kennedy remained looking straight ahead. The brush of leaves in her eyes, which did not blink, were ignored.
Drifting behind her, silent and slightly irritable, a Gorebyss drifted. Judging by its long dark lashes, along with name, it was female. “That squirrel is very bratty—uppity little bitch. I ought to drain her innards.” With a huff, a bubble or two emerged, the water-type continued in silence. What gave that squirrel the right to tell Jacqueline to go to bed at eight? While the woman embarrassed her now, as opposed to before, the pink-Pokemon knew it was no trouble to let her stay up. Evangeline was becoming a little tyrant.
Away. Up. Away. Up. The path carved its way to the tip of the island. Once upon a time, when Jacqueline had been a blonde-human with an easy smile, this had been her favorite spot. A stone bench, cracked and overgrown with weeds, sat upon the edge. A large willow tree, burnt by lightning strikes, hung over the bench. Tendrils, trimmed to a consistent length, swayed in a frigid breeze. “T…t…there…it…is…j..just..al…almost..th…there…here.” Staggering further up the hill, in her odd gait, Jacqueline sat upon the bench.
The old statue of Celebi, which peered back from heavily eroded eyes, drew her gaze. It had been her good luck charm once. Nostalgic fingers reached out for it. After a few strokes of the cheeks, which were pock-marked beneath her fingers, something groaned. Celebi wouldn’t sound like that! He would be squeakier—like a mouse!
The stone head plummeted towards the ground with a creak. Stone splinters flew up towards the sky. One bounced off a waxen cheek. The head slowly tilted to watch. Fingers reached out, a bit late, to grab the missing piece.
“O…o…ooo…oops..” The Gorebyss closed her eyes and waited.
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Post by Lilian "Sparky" Rivers on May 19, 2014 8:14:34 GMT -5
COME ON,
Take a step towards me so you can figure me out, I've been hoping and praying for a single way to show you what I'm all about. And I know this is the only way on pleasing the crowd, but when this is over and done with and we walk away there should be no doubts. So let's get a little closer now. | Sparky was, as she normally was, hanging around the Pravus base, a small pager device in her not-hands. The device was simply so she could make it back to the Help Desk if someone happened to decide they needed her to fix their technology right away or whatever. It always astonished her the sorts of ridiculous problems Pravus could manage to have with its computers, ranging from network failures due to the bulk of computers connected to viruses managing to become sentient and wreaking havoc, so she had to be on call when she was on duty. Elsewise, something else ridiculous was bound to happen.
As it was, Sparky and Ben were simply wandering around. To her disappointment, most of Pravus's regular scientists properly recognized her now, so she couldn't freak them out with her look-weirdiness or her ghostly skills anymore. She was just another member of the staff. However, it was always possible to find various mooks and agents to pull a trick on if she tried! Pravus was a large organization, and not all of its members had used the Help Desk before. Certainly, not all of them had seen some of the utterly failed Pokemorphs before, not that she really was an utter failure of a Pokemorph. She was pretty cool, if she had to say so herself, but she sort of didn't have actual arms or legs and was dead, so perhaps that was very not-cool. The lack of arms and legs attached to her torso, at least, tended to freak people out a bit.
The many buildings of the place where she worked sprawled out before her as she chose to continue on. Sparky sighed. "Beeennn," she whined, "Why isn't there anyone who wants to pay attention to me?" She tossed about the pager in the air, floating it around absently with the plasma that surrounded her. "There hasn't even been a proper screw up! This is no fun!"
"Relax!" Ben responded. "Something's gonna happen soon, I'm sure! Something really cool! We'll find somebody!" They grinned and shrugged at each other, in mutual agreement, somehow, to go outside. Why, exactly, this conversation translated to 'go outside', no one could quite say. It was, perhaps, just that Ben and Sparky had an inherent connection as two Rotom to each other, as a brother and a sister, and as partners. Whatever the case, Sparky floated her way outside, going through the door rather than bother to open it.
To her surprise upon exiting the building, the path was aglow. Sparky certainly didn't think that this particular path had those ghostly purple light things! Ghostly purple light thingies belonged in the areas that ghost Pokemon existed, not in a random wooded path. She did not wonder long. She suddenly heard a loud CRASH!. Startled, she looked over to see the strangest looking Pokemorph yet and a shattered statue. Unlike many people, Sparky didn't think much of the Pokemorph's appearance, other than that it looked weird. It wasn't as weird as like, like- well, she couldn't think of one at the moment, but she was sure she could if she tried! Sparky zoomed up to the woman.
"Hiya! My name's Sparky, and that's Ben. What's yours? Do you talk with that radio? That's cool!" A pause. "Did you just knock over the Celebi statue? I hope no one saw! Just between you and me, some of the people around here are all super-superstitious and would probably freak out that you knocked it over. Personally, it's just a statue, right? It's nice to see somebody! Oh, you look weird."
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Post by Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy on May 24, 2014 5:09:01 GMT -5
While Jacqueline detested her wet-nurse, Sparky might have found the rodent more annoying. Twice a week, at least, the little thing bounced about on the counter with demands. Her tongue was no less chiding to a stranger than the Chandelure Pokemorph. The little tablet in her hands, which was custom-made by the technology department, happened to open the entire world of novels. Rough handling, claws, and static turned the wondrous piece of the future into a useless Technicolor brick. It might have been time for another visit in just a few hours. Her anger had unleased a thunderbolt at the tiny slab of plastic. It didn’t matter now!. Something worse had happened! Her baby was missing! Someone had kidnapped her Jackie-Wackie!
Pestering her this night had not been in the cards; the fortune teller had claimed it would be a good week without struggle—Evangeline was going to ask for a refund. First, all because she had set a reasonable curfew, her lovely little Jackie-Poo had thrown a tantrum. A rotten accomplice, the pink eel, had goaded her into it! Regardless, as her darling was such a sweetheart, she had complied with the order after a few minutes. Going off to bed, ebony eyes watching a drama upon the television, Evangeline had dozed off. Just as the god of time was finally beheaded, as all sorts of monarchs had begged, the electric-type stirred into wakefulness. The sound of snoring was absent. The room, aside from the false excitement of an infomercial, was deathly quiet. “Jackie…?” The reedy voice pleaded with the dark. Silence. The tracker upon one metal-bound ankle? Dead. “Oh no! My poor baby! That stupid snake is going to get it! My poor sweetie is likely terrified!” Bounding to the door, opening it with a frustrated squeak, the Emolga bounded out. “Don’t worry Jackie! Momma Evangeline will save you!” A frigid breeze chose that moment to tickle at her short fur. “After she gets a coat…” Doll clothes had a secondary use for tiny Pokemon. The raincoat, in a resplendent crimson, would keep some of the dew out.
The Gorebyss was wrapped in a cocoon of bliss. Imagining the look of sheer horror upon the annoying rodent’s face was nearly without equal. Was she supposed to stop Jacqueline Kennedy from being a grown-ass woman? The floating fish would be by her trainer’s side no matter what. I have better things to do! Stupid path! Watching the Celebi statue shatter into debris, cracking its dedication plaque, the pink-skinned eel had to wince. “Well. So much for appreciating art!” Giggles erupted. In truth, if the god had a head that big, it needed to be examined for any sort of defects It was an ugly statue! It should have been Rayquaza! Such a serpentine being made for a far superior statue!
Jacqueline, who looked as if she wanted to cry for a moment, imitated the little pink water-type. Her lips stretched to the limits of their confines; the strips of metal refused to pull apart fully. Laughter, strange and full of static-barking, emerged from the radio attached to flat hips.
Dropping to the ground beside the statue, fragile hands lifting two pieces of stone together, Jacqueline seemed perplexed. Clack! Clack! Aged stone rained showered upon the path. “I..i…i…t…it…won’t…fit…..” A frown crawled onto her features. “W..on’t…fit..” Seeing a light, which slowly drew her eyes, Jacqueline blinked rapidly. “P..pretty…” She waved at the ghost coming towards her. Her name? “J..jackie…Jacqueline..Ken..Kennedy..y..yours…is…Sparky.” A nod followed. She hated this radio. It was a stupid, smelly, and cantankerous thing!
The questions about the statue drew a raised eyebrow. She could get in trouble!? “N..not…me…” Golden eyes looking around for the true culprit, who happened to be invisible, hands raised to wave. It was a delayed motion. The ghost-type Pokemorph moved at a slow pace. The word ‘weird’ drew a tiny frown. “W…w..eird..?” The Gorebyss, remembering how sensitive her trainer had been about her looks, huffed irritably. “Y..you’re…weird….” Arms folded childishly over a chest-studded with steel spires.
Little paws flew up the path. The Emolga would save her little darling! The poor thing might be assaulted at any moment! Why were there lights? Was she being left a trail of crumbs?! “That’s my Jackie!” The Emolga was not expecting a being like Sparky—it would be far from a pleasant surprise.
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