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Post by CHANGEME on Mar 7, 2007 12:44:43 GMT -5
"With raaaadiaaation-" True halted her song and her feet at the same time, resulting in a loss of balance. She staggered sideways drunkenly, dizzy with her spinning.
"Hellooo." She took a moment to plant her feet. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 7, 2007 15:48:47 GMT -5
Shawn was on his feet in a moment, kicking off of the bed as the hulking form of Nidoking appeared behind him, and the man was once again cold, but this time it wasn't an act. Only an imposter would be dressed in such a state unless they were itching for time in the brig, and an Executive wouldn't reach such a position like that. Also, only an imposter would be unaware of the identities of the other Executives.
"You have five seconds to start explaining what you're doing here."
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Post by Veros on Mar 7, 2007 17:03:33 GMT -5
"No! No! I'll sign..." He says, before quickly writing his name on the line.
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Post by Giant Brother on Mar 7, 2007 18:55:13 GMT -5
*True*
"Of course not!" The man said. "Now tell me, what do you want the most. More than anything?"
*Shawn*
The executive tilted his head calmly. "Must be a stickler for the dress code..." He muttered to himself. "Well, I was just about to turn in for the night when some guy came into my corners and told me to deliver this. "The man held up a disc. " To one Shawn Rae, Rocket Executive. "I of course told him to piss off, but he insisted. So, I got my good pal PorygonZ to change his mind through force when he all of a sudden disabled my pokemon and roughed me up, hence the state of undress you see me in right now. So, in short, I've got the snot kicked out of me by some random guy, most likely will be demoted if another executive saw me, and from what it looks like I must have caught you in the middle of something important, and you're gonna have your Nidoking kill me, all because I of all people had to play messager boy. Now are you going to play this disc or not?" The rocket said, doing his jacket up properly and placing the disc on the table.
*Chris*
The paper disappeared right after Chris signed, and the shadows grew even more. No light could be seen around Chris now, and the darkness swallowed the boy whole.
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Post by Teh Donut on Mar 7, 2007 19:13:56 GMT -5
"Attempted robbery, evading arrest, aggravated assault, assaulting a police officer, assault with a deadly weapon-" "No no no, that was a broken Butterfinger... should have stolen some much needed eyeglasses for your goons, I guess," the young man remarked with a grin to the police officer guiding him by the handcuffs.
"Doesn't change the fact that you royally screwed up this time, Tristan," the officer shot back. "I'm just glad I was there to finally see you bite the dust." "Bite the dust, Sarge? Like so many of your own men decided to do? Quite elegantly too, in fact; to think that a multitude of men in blue suddenly toppling to the ground of their own accord could be so entertaining..."
The officer led the delinquent into one of the interrogation rooms and rather roughly sat him in one of the chairs, his own grin on his face. "Yes, but we both know you were the cause of that, and now I finally have the chance to prove it. Now, I need to get the Lieutenant, so we can 'discuss' a few things; please feel free to stay seated." He laughed a bit at his own pathetic joke as he walked out of the room, and the heavy steel door closed and bolted behind him.
Finally alone (or as alone as he could be, considering the one-way-window), he dropped his grin along with his head. The trap was so obvious, he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it coming. He should have known they would bring in special reinforcements; he should have booked it out of there, but apparently he had forgotten about their hidden mecha-transformation abilities...he should have known those Girl Scouts wouldn't fight fair...
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Post by CHANGEME on Mar 7, 2007 19:43:08 GMT -5
"What do I want more than anything?" True paused to think. It wasn't a question she was asked very often. "More than anything ever in the whole world..." The three personas within her mind each gave different answers.
"Well, I want... a... Oh, Mogg. Give us a min-Pizza!" She interrupted herself triumphantly. "No, wait, that's not what I meant. I mean- World domination! Like, the whole world! That's good, right? I mean, that way we could have all the pizza we wanted. Yes?" She decided, smiling brightly as she folded her arms across her chest. "More than anything, I want World Domination. I'd do a good job, too."
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 7, 2007 21:08:46 GMT -5
(And the red ranger's morpher! How can you forget about the morpher?)
*Shawn*
Shawn moved over to the man and snatched the disc from his hand with a scowl. "Now get out. If I see you barging into my quarters again, you'll be helping Nidoking train for baseball season."
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Post by Giant Brother on Mar 7, 2007 21:16:11 GMT -5
*Tristan*
A small fly buzzed onto Tristan's nose, looking up at the boy's eyes. "Hey, kid. You, yeah, you with the big shnoz. I guess you wanna get outta here right? I bet you wanna get the power to bust up the fuzz so that this situation never happens again, right?" The fly started buzzing.
*True*
The man rubbed his chin. "Pizza and world domination, eh? Well, how about this?" The man snapped his fingers and a pizza pan appeared in his hand with a single slice on it. If True were to take the slice, another would reappear to replace it immediately.
*Shawn*
The executive walked out of the room. "Touchy, touchy." He said as he exited the room.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 7, 2007 22:02:42 GMT -5
*Shawn*
Once the other Executive left the room, Shawn turned back toward a console at the foot of his bed as he patted the pokemon on the back. "Sorry about threatening with you, buddy. Think we can pass it off as me being cranky over those grunts still?"
Nidoking grunted in agreement and turned with his trainer to the computer as Shawn put the disc in and started it up.
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Post by CHANGEME on Mar 7, 2007 22:30:26 GMT -5
True gasped. "Pizza!" Without hesitation, the alien half lunged forward, snatching the slice off the pan. She already had it in her mouth and half eaten before seeing the slice that replaced it. Blinking in surprise, she finished the one she already had before reaching out for the next. When another replaced it as well, she expressed her joy in the form of an ear-splitting screech, then proceeding to shovel the pepperonical goodness down.
"Wai'secon'..." Mid-slice, a metaphorical light bulb seemed to come on behind her eyes. True narrowed her eyes at the pan, then at the man. Mouth full, she mumbled out, "whaff'uh catch?"
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Post by Teh Donut on Mar 8, 2007 2:11:36 GMT -5
Tristan stared cross-eyed down at the fly on his nose with a raised eyebrow before slowly resting his head face-first on the table. Great, not only was he stuck in this place, but that hotdog from the corner-stand was making hallucinatory talking creatures that spouted his inner thoughts. It really needed a top hat though; no talking bug was complete without a top hat. "Nah...then he'll be singing and dancing like that cricket-dude from Pinochio..."
Hallucination or no, the bug had a point. Tristan tilted his head until his face rested comfortably on the smooth surface of the table. "Alright, Mr. Talking-bug-thing...yea, I do want that power. You know that though. So let's cut to the chase; being stuck in here as I am, how would you propose I come about such power, eh?" If this thing is just a hallucination...maybe I can talk my way out of this mess...with myself. That doesn't sound the least but insane...
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Post by masterveers on Mar 8, 2007 4:47:26 GMT -5
"You know my answer Glenn. At lest you should by now." Said Jensia as he leaned back in toward the table "How now do we proceeded?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Mar 9, 2007 20:24:04 GMT -5
*Shawn*
As the disc was entered, the screen of the monitor fizzled with static before showing a recording of a young man around Shawn's age. His facial features were incomprehensable, as his head was pixelated on the screen.
"Young Mister Shawn Rae, first of all, do not bother removing this disc, do not bother turning off this monitor, do not bother cutting the power. This message will continue to play. Second of all, I assure you the information that will be digressed on this disc will not be heard by anyone else outside. Finally, I will only play this message once. I dislike repeating myself, so pay attention."
"My name is Glenn. No last name, no title, no alias, just Glenn. I know all about you, Shawn. I know of your intentions. Before you draw conclusions, allow me to assure you that your plans to overthrow Team Rocket shall remain secret. In fact, the reason why I have passed on this recording is to assist you in this endeavor. I have the power to overthrow Giovanni with the snap of my fingers. Literally." Glenn snapped his index and middle finger and thumb, behind him a computer monitor exploded and sent it's pieces everywhere.
"Now you may be wondering why I am doing this, why I would be contacting you if defeating the leader of Team Rocket is that easy. I believe in poetic justice, Mr. Rae. And I believe that you are the most deserving of it. With my powers, I can grant you the abilities to defeat Giovanni and decimate Team Rocket. With my power you can even make pokemon that have long since been wiped out bow their heads to you. Think about it, Mr. Rae."
"If you decide to decline my offer, you shall not see me again, and we can put this behind us. You can go back to working under the man you hate, dividing families and forcing yourself to suffer that repulsive woman's slobbering over you. If you decide to accept my offer, than meet me outside the facility at midnight. Bring the executive that gave you my message. His name is Ted Enstix, locate him, explain the situation. You may leave out the details on your motives if you wish. At this very moment he will be encountered by a similar offer, and I assure you, he will aid your efforts if he accepts."
"Bear in mind that I do not expect payment for this agreement, this deal has no strings attached. Think this over, Mr. Rae, and remember, meet me outside at midnight with Mr. Enstix at your side if you accept. Have a nice day." The monitor then shut off.
*True*
The young man shrugged. "No catch, miss. Just pizza."
*Tristan*
The fly tilted it's head to the side slightly. "Easy!" The insect flew off Tristan's nose and buzzed onto a vacant wall. The wall suddenly blasted apart, revealing a clean getaway outside. "Coming along?" The fly asked.
*Jensia*
You just grab hold of Jorey and I'll do the rest, lover boy. She should be on the beach. Ah... how fitting, remember what happened on the beach, Jensia? If I remember correctly, that was your first kiss, hmm? Well, let's see if we can make some more magic down there.
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Post by Teh Donut on Mar 9, 2007 22:33:47 GMT -5
Well, Tristan was convinced. Hallucination flies didn't tend to make walls explode. Then again, neither did flies. Of course, this was a talking fly...flies didn't tend to talk much, either. Maybe it was a magic talking fly.
In any case, Tristan didn't need to be told twice; before anyone could be alerted by the sound of the explosion, he was out of his chair and running out of the hole following after the bug. "No problems there, Mr. Talking-magic-fly guy..."
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Post by CHANGEME on Mar 10, 2007 1:48:07 GMT -5
"Oh." True swallowed. "For real? What about the world-domination part? You aren't some crazy vengeful HPF or anything, are you?"
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