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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 4:18 pm
Both men stared at Bones, their faces reacting to the term, "Mewtwo." Sorano reached for another cigarette. But seeing as it had seemed to bother the other, he shrugged off the idea. "Aye, well." Sorano began, turning to Vamoose had sneakily took the slice of cake and was already guzzling it down. "Yer the one she speaks of, aye?" Sorano paused for a moment, wanting to stifle a laugh. However, it was not the time for that. Sighing, Sorano continued. "She calls ye Grumpy-kun, 'ight? Both a' us know 'bout ya. Well, me an' Moose know 'bout everyone who has come inta contact wif that Mewtwo. We're her trackers, see. We've been hired ta follow her 'round and 'round tryin'a git her back. She be a runaway experiment, unless ye knew that already. I could go on an' on 'bout her but, yer probably not interested of that. If ya want ta know where she is..."
Sorano paused for a moment to stare at Vamoose. The male just shrugged, his full attention concentrated more on the cake. Sorano scratched his temple. "Should I really tell em' where she is?" he thought with dismay. He knew if he told him, it would be an act of mutiny. But Sorano held sympathy for the poor thing. She was busy getting tortured and threatened to take away lives when she really wanted to save them. But now, someone has come to save her life. Was it the right thing after all? Deny the organization you denied your life to save something that had threatened to take your life before?
"She be in the chartin' room." Sora said as he turned on his heel and headed for his bed. Reaching under it, he threw out a small brown box. "Take it if ya want. Pair o' knives I neva used. As fer gettin' to the chartin' room, ya gonna have ta git there yaself. G'luck bloke. Save that poor munsta', she been threw enough sufferin' already."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:37 pm
Bones caught the small box deftly without a second thought, his eyes trained with a serious gaze on Sorano, but were still immersed deeply in thought. Shifting his dark bangs to glance at the box, it truly was not worn in anyway. Telling the truth earned them points, and this was another good mark against them. This pair...they were alright in his book...at least for now. He had no reason not to trust them anyways. Still, he wouldn't expect this kind of and easy let off the next time their paths crossed. They were all on opposite sides by the explanation that the man gave...
I know her...and I know alot about her...not that it makes a difference to me. I know who she really is. That's all the matters... he thought to himself.
Shifting and slowly standing up with a most evident stiffness, his long legs protested the weight on the right by nearly buckling. Fiery pain burned up his body and told him to sit back down. A mewtwo punch and a harsh beating later, he was very fortunate to still HAVE a leg...but he needed to walk. He had to do this. There was no compromise.
Rin needed his help. He could hear her nickname in her tone of 'voice' in his head, when Sora mentioned it. It was clear.
She was going through more than just a broken up and battered form. Her mind...it was damaged...because of them. Something akin to rage flashed through Bones insides for a moment, and he realized that he wanted to get back at these people. Vengeance. Something he couldn't really get in this situation right now, he knew this as fact, but the idea wanted to eat him alive. They were trying to crush a lifeline they'd spotted in her. It was him. They were doing good, but there was still fight in him. Alot more.
Letting go of the side of the bed, the rocket balanced on two legs now, without wavering. The kneecap groaned, and a few choice cuts complained, but he was up. Flipping open the knife box with a nimble finger flick, one was shoved into the back band of his jeans to stay there hidden. The other he just grasped tightly in his hand, channeling all his distorted emotions into it. The pain and the blooming hate towards the people involved. He could still fight this.
Bones nodded in respect towards the pair of men, for what they had done. "Charting room." he repeated aloud, making way for the door. Nighttime was better for moving in the dark, especially if it was going to have to be slow. Pushing the door open, he started into the hall. No names...and it never happened. Stepping out into the cooler hall, Bones closed the door and leaned against it waiting for his eyes to ajust.
This was going to be interesting.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:54 pm
As Bones left the two's room, Vamoose shifted to look at Sorano. "You know, we are go...ing to get into...trou...ble for tell...ing." Sorano's eyes narrowed at his partner, taking his pillow from behind his back and hastily tossing it at him. "Oh shut up." he said with a turn on his bed. "It not be important an'more." Vamoose sighed and swiveled away from the flying pillow. "Jerk." he muttered to himself, patting his cake tenderly with his fork. "You near..ly hit my cake!" At that moment, Sorano got off of his bed, took Vamoose's cake, and slammed it into the garbage nearby. "Oops, it be a mistake." he laughed. Vamoose just whined and tossed items at the other, yelling, "Jerk!" all the while.
Those two were going to be busy for a while.
The lights of the intersecting corridors began to slowly fade away. Darkness was filling up the base quickly as night was nearby. Catherine's mentor sat upon a chair, his hands folded upright with his chin resting neatly upon it. Clarin sighed, the atmosphere of the chartering room growing dull and depressing. "Sir, as you going to do anything?" she asked, her heels making loud clacks against the floor as she tapped it rhythmically. "She hasn't woken yet..."
Mathus glared at her. "One moment." he said. Seconds after his statement, Catherine shifted. Her muscles tensed slowly, but energy released from her after she opened her eyes. With eyes and markings glowing wild shades of purple and grey, it proved she was angry. Paper swirled about the vicinity of the room as chairs from the center table went crashing into the large, graphing computer set to the side. Clarin ran in fright away from the scene, but Mathus approached her incautiously. "Ah, Catty-Cat's awake huh?" he said with a chuckle. "I wonder when her toy is gonna get here."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 10:48 pm
A large lag to his step, Bones finally made it outside of the barracks in which the members of this twisted organization lived. His heated breath panted out, hitting the cool night air. He shivered in the tatters of what remained of his clothes. Blood still not built up from the amount lost before, the cold seemed to sink in faster than normal. He did not like this weather. Gripping the knife tighter to divert his thought of the fire in his kneecap, he moved from the wall and tottered freestanding towards the nearest thing. Balance regained, his hands wrapped around the tailgate of a rather forgettable truck.
Were it not for the fact he'd been thrown into it half dead.
Tossing back a bit of the darkened tarp hanging over the back, almost just in frustration of the time he was in...a glint of light from the buzzing overhung security lamps caught his eye. ....could it really be that easy? Were these people that stupid? Either way, the young man used his good leg in a half crawling lean attempt to grab the pokeball sitting on the hard metal grated floor. Long fingers curling around it, it lifted effortlessly back into his hand...where it had always meant to be. If they were allowing him this back, or it was simply a mistake...mattered not at that point. Hopping back to his uninjured side, Bones held out the capture device and tapped the lock on it with all haste.
Within seconds, a flustered arcanine flashed before him, growling deeply and looking around with eyes wild. Seeing the darkness around, and glancing about in a hurry, it took Cooper a moment to notice that Bones was there before him. Alone...and alive. Things adding up for the pokemon, his demeanor changed almost back to his usual puppy nature, rearing up and pinning his pet human to the truck while licking him all over his face.
Bones couldn't help but laugh genuinely. It was a glimmer of happiness like this, that fueled him on with more than just rage. He might actually be able to do this now...no...THEY might be able to do this. They could save Rin. Optimism was back, and he welcomed it.
Running his fingers over Coopers thick fur, he leaned against the dog now for his support. "Coop, we have to help Rin." Almost immediately the pokemon snorted in reply. He didn't trust that mewtwo anymore. Bones poked at his face. "We have to help her. She's good, despite the bad." Cooper huffed and cocked a brow at him. Bones stared him down. "Just like you saw the good in me when I needed help the most, I know you can find all that in her. Okay boy? Besides, I can't do this without you."
The calming and encouraging tones in his pet human's voice won the arcanine over, who huffed and nodded at the same time. Kneeling low to allow his human to ride, Bones quickly sat up upon his pokemon's shoulders. It was time to really get moving.
Rin was waiting.
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