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Post by Kimo on Sept 2, 2009 21:58:14 GMT -5
Kallan freaked out, looking around sharply for suspicious noises. He hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary- did Imogene have super hearing or something? "No, nothing at all," Kallan said, shaking in confusion. He gave Imo a weird look before he faced the other way. <I didn't hear a thing at all,> Vincent mumbled next to the Masquerain morph. Oran, who had been resting on the heavenly bedsheet, was standing up with a stiff, guarding posture. He sniffed the air warily. <I'll watch out anyway.>
The voice waited a while for response, but as it faced silence it returned, this time sounding worried. <Can you hear me? Oh, please! I know you can understand what I'm saying! I was there when you talked to Chester! You definately have Pokemon DNA in you!>
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Post by tisari on Sept 3, 2009 17:40:05 GMT -5
"Huh?" Imogene accidentally said outloud, still looking at the floorboards. This was weird. Why couldn't Vincent or Kallan hear this? They didn't seem too worried, either, at least... "You were- oops..." She figured she had to be thinking in order to communicate. But she still didn't even know if this thing could hear her thoughts! Trying to concentrate, she thought 'back', so-to-speak. Or, at least, tried. You were...there? But where? I only saw Chester! And...what do you mean by the DNA...? It was a bit random...she hadn't seen anyone else there when Chester was there. And what would that have anything to do with the fact she had pokemon DNA in her?
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Post by Kimo on Sept 3, 2009 20:00:31 GMT -5
Oran eyed Imogene, wondering if she was okay. Vincent wasn't bothered much by her strang behavior; he sympathized with those who had to walk through rooms of sheer terror. The Gastly's gave a sudden shudder of fear at the groom Kallan had created; ashamed he'd been a part of it, Vincent kept to himself.
The voice let out a joyous sigh of relief. <Oh, thank Arceus,> it breathed. <I thought I'd be trapped here forever. <DNA? Oh, yes, I bet you refer to it more commonly as a Pokemon morph, am I right?> The voice was still very young, but it spoke like an elder. <You understood the Banette's language, and you replied in its tongue. Ah! But that's not the point! The point is that now you're listening and now we have a chance of getting out of here! <Me and my friends are trapped in this Mansion! Please save us!> [/center]
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Post by tisari on Sept 3, 2009 20:29:50 GMT -5
Imogene frowned. Whoever this was hadn't responded to her question. No one else had been there with Chester; how would they know what had happened? You weren't there. There was no one else there besides Chester. Even if you had heard me, there's no way you'd be able to be communicating with me. The fact that she was hearing this voice was, by now, beginning to freak her out. "K-Kallan? Vincent? This voice...I think...someone's trying to trap us." she chose her words carefully, waiting for a response as she turned, staring absently off somewhere between where the two pokemon were each located. "It's...telling me that they're trapped somewhere with their friends in the mansion. Askng for help. It said it had heard me talking with Chester, and said that it heard me talk in poketongue, but...there wasn't anyone else there." She paused, her eyes finally focusing on Vincent's face before flicking over to Kallan, looking expectant. A part of her wanted to save whoever this was, but the other part of her...her mind was telling her no. It was too risky to believe this. She knew she wasn't the brightest, but she wasn't stupid...
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Post by Kimo on Sept 3, 2009 21:12:16 GMT -5
Vincent looked stricken at what Imogene said. <What? A voice? Where?> he cried, looking around desprately until he realised he couldn't see voices. He floated closer to her face, giving Imo worried eyes. <Can only you hear it? Is it in your mind?>
Kallan, who had turned to watch Imogene in interest, snapped at the Gastly's sudden outburst. "Of course it's not in her head! Ghosts can't talk telepathically. She's probably just going crazy." Kallan glared at her, wishing she'd just go away. She wasn't helping this situation at all with her rambling. And she was why they were here at all!
<W-what?> the voice said, sounding shocked she wasn't going to help. <But.. I was there! I really was! I heard everything! And.. this is something I'm not proud of.. But Chester forced me to read your mind and tell him all about you. And now he's trying to chase you out 'cause he wants to keep me and my friends..> The voice fell into an embarressed silence, then came back mumbling.. <I-I didn't want to.. I couldn't do anything to stop him.. But when you're locked up in a grandfather clock, you get pretty desperate..> [/center]
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Post by tisari on Sept 3, 2009 21:34:35 GMT -5
"It's in my mind. It's saying it's being trapped by Chester." She cast an angry look at Kallan, and then paid more attention to the voice. Suddenly her eyes widened. "The...the grandfather clock." she muttered. Alright...but still...how are you communicating with me, then? she asked. It seemed different than before, when it had been speaking more...wise-ish, somehow. Now it really did seem desperate. It was a fast change, but Imogene couldn't help but feel sceptical about this...for the past while she'd been assuring herself everything was an illusion...but now...this was just weird. "Kallan, hear me out for a minute, alright?" she said, not so much asking as she was commanding. "This thing is telling me they're stuck in the grandfather clock. The one Chester had just been closing as we came into his room. I don't know if I should believe it or not, but they want my help, and..." she trailed off, finally looking back at the Haunter. "If they manage to convince me...I won't have a choice but to try to help them." she said, frowning. I know myself too well...I couldn't just leave it...not with my conscience...I'd be regretting it forever, even if I never really knew anyone was there...
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Post by Kimo on Sept 4, 2009 7:53:47 GMT -5
The voice laughed, as if he realized her human mind was too premature to get these things. <Well, most Abras my age can enter minds. It's not that hard once you practice. Now could you hurry up? My limbs are all stiff!> It had gone from desperate to impatient.
Kallan still frowned grumpily as Imogene tried to reason with her. But as she went on, the Haunter seemed to lighten up a bit, looking thoughtful as she explained the creature's story. Kallan gave a look to Vincent, who looked concerned and worried. Of course the Gastly's gonna want to do it, He thought with a sky, rubbing his forehead with spikey fingers before answering Imogene again.
"Well, like I said, Ghosts can't read minds and all that mumbo jumbo. That's a Psyhic type's ability, and as far as I know we've never had one of those living here." And I hate Physic types, he thought bitterly to himself. So does everyone else in his mansion. We’d kick him out right away or give him hell. And by Imo’s description, he was getting hell.
Kallan made a side glance at Vincent. The Gastly looked worried, as if he could say no to a creature in distress, making Kallan sigh. "We may as well check it. If it’s a trap.. Well.. We’ll deal with it.” Vincent nodded, humming a quick happy tune. The Haunter grunt in agreement. For a moment, he looked brooding, until his eyes snapped back to the Masquerain morph. “Wait- and what did he say about friends? Ask him about his friends.”
The voice returned, around where Kallan had agreed to look for the guy, sounding regretful and meek. <Hum.. Sorry about that before.. That was my grandpa talking. N-not literally, though! I used to live with him, and he was the grumpiest Alakazam ever. I mean ever. One time he barked at me to bring a pillow, and when I gave it to him, he threw it at my face because he said it was stuffed with Taillow feathers and that it was a horrible thing to do.> The voice grumbled, but came back lighthearted. <Oh, it’s so nice to have a conversation again!> he added joyfully, even though he was doing most of the talking. [/center]
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Post by tisari on Sept 4, 2009 16:03:53 GMT -5
"It's an Abra," she blurted out, hearing the voice speak again. She listened for a moment to Kallan and Vincent, frowning. This was weird. When the voice started again, she blinked. "W-wait...it...made a mistake..." They'd said...Most Abras my age... but then another voice came and said it had been it's grandpa...an Alakazam... That makes no sense, she thought back. Your 'grandpa' who had been talking before referred to himself as an Abra. And you said you were there with friends, not your grandpa! And how are you all even fitting in there? You better answer my questions, or I'm not coming to help you! she snapped in her mind, feeling frustrated. This was way too confusing. There had to be a resonable explanation; if there wasn't, it really was a trap.
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Post by Kimo on Sept 7, 2009 20:32:28 GMT -5
<Wuhwuh-What?> babbled the Abra, baffled at first at the questions she was asking. <It's just me in here! I barely fit, my grandfather alone wouldn't be able to fit in this clock!> His words came out nervously and miserably. <That wasn't my grandfather talking.. Why would you think.. Oh, 'cause I said that? I meant that, because I spent so much time around my grumpy grandpa, I've grown a bit of a temper.
<And my friends aren't in here, of course not!> he snapped, almost immediately mumbling <Sorry> afterwards. <They're all over this house, haven't you noticed? The chandelier, the dogs, the water.. Those are where my friends are! They're being used, just like I am. How much more do I have to say for you to save me?> He barely choked out the rest, clearly upset. [/center]
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Post by tisari on Sept 10, 2009 17:30:15 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Imogene blurted as she heard the rant that the Abra said. Realizing she'd said it outloud, she blinked, laughed a little to herself, and then focused again. I'm sorry, really! I'm just...I'm trying to save a friend of mine, too, and I don't want it to be jeapordized. Her father is an angry Manectric, and if we don't rescue her, well...it won't turn out well. Turning to Kallan and Vincent, she frowned a bit as she thought it over. It was a bit suspicious, but she couldn't just ignore it. "We have to save it. When can we go back to that room?" she asked, looking determined. She wasn't gonna give up on this; not now!
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Post by Kimo on Sept 13, 2009 20:13:45 GMT -5
<Yay!> squealed the voice in her head, ignoring the info about Grepa. <I'll see you later! Hallejulah..> Imogene's head felt less empty as the voice cut off its telepathic connection.
Kallan and Vincent had watched tensely as Imogene had a silent conversation with a voice in her head. To Kallan, it was a bit distressing. He had no way of knowing if this Abra existed, and instead it was all fabricated by the girl. It seemed extremely unlikely that a Pokemon was trapped in the house; Ghosts had no reason to keep creatures at their will, when their only motives were scaring others. It couldn’t be kidnapping for a ransom, could it? It wouldn’t make sense, Ghosts didn’t have much to gain. A mansion like this one would be enough to satisfy a Ghost’s number one priority: scaring. But.. Unless.. “Well, we can’t stay here forever anyway. We have to find Chester and see what he’s up to- and why he won’t give up Grepa. It’s all so unlike our ways… But Chester has always been a bit more ambitious than other ghosts.” Kallan’s expression was distant, as if he knew more than he was telling her.
Vincent, on the other hand, told everything. <Well, Chester is a creep! He says he’s a Jester, but he’s not funny at all. Kallan, didn’t you say something happens when Jesters aren’t funny?> “I’m pretty sure they get beheaded, Vincent.” <Really? Well, I really think Chester needs that! He needs his heads attacked by bees!> Kallan didn’t bother to correct the Gastly, because he seemed too surprised at his gentle friend’s hostility, but then again Vincent had always hated the Banette’s motives and attitude. Also distracting him was a long whine from the Electrike standing on the bed. “What is it, dog,” he asked of the nuisance.
Oran stared at Kallan with a exhausted look, although he still glowered with a drive of pride. He shifted comfortably as the Haunter stared at him, knowing he was superior in this house. Instinct told him to be a bit more dismissive in his territory, but this was a rescue mission, not a friendly visit. Besides, they were supposed to work together. <Well.. I smell a battle coming. That creature we saw plans on keeping Grepa possibly forever, and we can’t really sneak past him anymore since he somehow knows why we’re here. He probably has her guarded where he can see her. The more I think about it, the more this “mission” seems less likely to work out our way.. And Flash does not like failure,> Oran added grimly.
Kallan snorted boredly, although he had to agree with the Electrike. With the situation changed against them, it became harder to make out a plan to save Grepa and get out. It was much easier said than done, he realized. “Well, let’s focus on saving this Physic type first.. He might end up helping us out after all,” the Haunter said, already moving for the door.
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Post by tisari on Oct 3, 2009 21:26:47 GMT -5
(( OHMYGOODNESS AT THE JESTER THING. I HAD A REALIZATION OF AMAZINGNESS BUT IMOGENE IS TOO SLOW AND NAIVE TO GET IT XD ))
Imogene smiled, happy Kallan had gone along with it, even though he had obviously pondered it over before he'd said anything. Upon hearing the whole thing about jesters, though, she shivered. "Like, from midieval times, right? A long long time ago..." <Well, Chester is a creep! He says he’s a Jester, but he’s not funny at all. Kallan, didn’t you say something happens when Jesters aren’t funny?> “I’m pretty sure they get beheaded, Vincent.”
That was a bit creepy. She couldn't get the words out of her head. They'd be beheaded...But it wasn't like that now, so why was Chester so freaked out about it? He wasn't even a real jester, either. It was beginning to get on her nerves, the fact that she couldn't figure this place out. Lifting a hand, she fixed the red glasses on her face, taking them off for a second to rub them on the sleeve of her outfit. As she did this, she looked back up at Kallan and around herself. She wasn't used to seeing everything so much...more normal. Talk about seeing through rose-coloured glasses...
Her burgandy eyes flicked sideways to listen to the Electrike, and then she looked back at Kallan. "Yeah, he'd probably be able to help us out. I guess it kind of makes sense, though...don't ghost pokemon and psychic pokemon kind of hate each other?" she asked, looking at Kallan expectantly before she finished cleaning her glasses and putting them back on, standing up and stretching.
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Post by Kimo on Oct 7, 2009 14:38:03 GMT -5
Kallan paused right before passing through the door, turning his head slowly to the side to show her a look of pure loathing. “Yes,” he replied bluntly, before disappearing through the exit. Vincent held his tongue while he made his bitter statement, but by the way he had looked at Imo, he was afraid she’d misinterpret. “He just hates Physic-types, not you. Jeez, he looked so angry..” The Gastly couldn’t understand how his Haunter friend could have so much hate for some based on one attribute, but he wondered if maybe he was just jealous. Or looking for something to dump anger on. Sometimes when the Gastly was angry himself, Vincent dealt with his fury by hating walls and listing all the things he hated about them. But he didn’t really hate walls. He was just distracting himself from what he been angry at in the first place.
Oran had leaped down from the bed and ran past Vincent at this point, reminding Vincent of what he was doing. Following behind him, he motioned with his head for Imogene to follow. Oran sniffed the ground and stood in a guarding position as he waited for the girl to catch up. [/center]
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Post by tisari on Dec 17, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -5
She blinked as she saw the look he had on his face as he replied to her, and laughed nervously, scratching the back of her neck for a lack of any better response. She was happy she wasn't a psychic type pokemorph. Still, at least they had to go back to the room. She would have a chance of saving the Abra in there. Looking up at Vincent, she shrugged and the nodded. "Yeah, it's ok. I get it." She stood up, following Oran and letting out K. The Elekid jumped out, blinking his eyes open, obviously well-rested as a spark or two flew out from his head and he grinned, following Imogene as she followed the rest of them out of the room. Her heart flipped a bit. She had to face the house all over again. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes momentarily and opened them again. She had to remind herself, constantly, that it was just an illusion... everything. Right?
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Post by Kimo on Dec 17, 2009 22:46:39 GMT -5
(( Okay, so now Kallan's color scheme is gray and another thing, he now knows of his past. Soyeah. On with the show >3 ))
Oran nodded as Imogene ran over, taking the lead as they past through the door.
The next room was not a pretty sight. The locusts from before had now inhabited the corridor, their wings creating a loud droning noise that negated any other sound, including talking. Their minuscule faces and feelers looked incredibly real, and although the wind they made felt real, they mostly passed through the girl's body.
Below Imogene, Oran could be seen barking with his fur on end, and Vincent driving through the masses with his eyes closed. A few specks of Kallan were seen on the other side of the room, waiting somewhat patiently for Imogene. She was human, after all. [/center]
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