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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:09 pm
This Rp is between Saiya's Static and Kesmi's Sevti.   Sevti had made her way, away from all that was familiar, the darkness, the silence, her team. The sunlight shown down upon her snow white coat. She moved quickly away from her home and closer to another place. She was looking to meet up with someone and that someone was going to tell her what was bothering him. In the end, Sevti hoped that he would have a better feel of himself and not cast away everyone's thoughts and suggestions.
Trees flashed past her before she came to stop on an outcroping stone. Her ears perched high upon her head, her light pink eyes watched the area around her. Where was this dark bodied one she had told to come. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come, with how he was she could understand somewhat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:21 pm
The black Pikachu paced around somewhere between home and the area he was going to meet Sevti. In his mind, a million and one reasons and hateful thoughts were flying through his head. Why would he possibly want to even talk to this female in the first place? All she did was torment him with a persistence that almost matched his trainer. Ah, his trainer. There was a story.
That thought brought Static back to his current predicament. 'Jeeze, how'd I wind up in this situation?' Shaking his small head, one that was very much tinier than any Pika you may meet, he moved in the direction of the meeting. Then he turned around and walked back two steps the other way. 'DAMMNIT!!!' He closed his deep violet eyes in frustration and anger. No one around to see this emotion.
The sun had moved in the sky since he'd gotten this far, and Static begged for the whole thing to just go away and not bother him anymore. With a long suffering sigh of great magnitude, he once again turned on heel and walked. Slowly, purposefully. But walk he did.
Coming up to the area she'd designated their 'talking spot' he watched as she stood on a stone, mildly interested by her face for one second before creeping out from his hiding area. Ears and tail down, eyes cast in a unwilling manner he made his way toward Sevti on all four paws.
"Fine I'm here, this better be good or I'm going home."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:04 pm
Sevti turned around when she heard someone behind her, her ears twitched as she noticed the dark one coming slowly toward her. Well, it certainly took him long enough to get there. By now the sun was high within the sky and he looked as frustrated with all this as he had some time ago. Shaking her head, Sevti seated herself down and watched him.
"Better be good?" She questioned tilting her head. "And just what should be good? That you will get everything off your chest and begin to live an unburdened life?"
Sevti didn't know where all this was going, but she wanted to get whatever was bothering him out of his system. It seemed that something was bothering, a stubborn throne was stuck in his side and wasn't going to be easily pulled. She too had her own secrets that might be shared if and when the time came. Certainly there would be a point where both lives would be scrutinized and tested, who would win? That was only fate's choice.
"To begin, why do you hate everything? You seem to oversee the fact that we all aren't exactly alike. Where you are dark colored and I am light colored, and even still different looks of the same species." She began, though paused to hear his answer.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:36 pm
He listened to her rattle off about getting things 'off his chest' and so on and so forth. It all seemed so easy for her to say it all.
Static scoffed at the idea of him being 'Unburdened' as she so eloquently put it. An Unburden would be to live his solitude, being allowed to curl within a dark room and sleep, eat and exist to his hearts content. No, what he felt wasn't burden at all. It was torment.
A world where dark ideas, followed by sick revelations grew and bled inside of him. The black Pokemon blinked his blank eyes at her, judging her features and serious manner.
Certainly this was a stupid idea, to of come here if all she wanted was to ask idiotic questions about things she had no business knowing. Static's ears fell back and he sat upright, it was a very long silence that greeted Sevti. Very long. He even managed to do nothing but stare straight at her the whole time.
Finally the Pikachu decided that it didn't matter if she knew anything, because she couldn't do anything about it and if she tried to say or do something he'd make her wish she hadn't.
"Alright, if thats the way you want it then I'll let you in on a little secret. You have to come to terms with the fact that you're not normal, I've never even seen another like you so don't start getting all stressed about my words and opinions. At least you can tell what I am, a Pikachu. I have the tail, the ears, the nose and mouth. Second your colouring and my own are so vastly different because of what was done to me. I'm an experiment. That brings me to the point that I hate everything because it all bugs the frick outta me!"
Well, that was surely a long rant, more words he'd ever spoken to another in years. Interesting. Smirking, Static decided fair was fair and he asked a question of his own. "Aren't you lonely, being so out of touch with the rest of the world? Being a freak?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:50 pm
Sevti sat there listening to him and his rantings. Well, it certainly was something. Something really was bugging him, scratching behind an ear she shook her head a little. True there were the differences, as her ears, tail and suh, but she still had the boddy shape and cheek pouches and ability to zap the crap out of people.
"This is true that I am of a different 'style' of pikachu, but I can still function as one of our kind." She pointed out softly, thoh left it at that. "I have lived longer then I can say for my family. They were taken for their fur. My sisters killed by a houndoom because they didn't make it out of our den."
Reflecting upon the past she had once refused to recall. Sevti shook her head once more as it didn't even seem needed to be mentioned at this moment. True that she had not liking toward the male gender of the human race, she had come to be attached to a few females of their race, her trainer being one of them. Lost within her own thoughts for the moment, her eyes slipped closed. Her past sifting past her closed lids before she opened them once more.
"You might have been what you say, an experiment, but I was once hunted because of my hide. White as you say isn't normal, but if you look at the larger picture, nothing is really 'normal' anymore." Her tone was calm, gentle even. She wasn't looking to be setting off too many sparks, just wanting to get to the heart of the problem of his nasty temper.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:37 am
A different style of Pikachu was putting it nicely, that was for sure. It was like saying 'Hearing Impaired' in stead of Deaf. Still he did see one point, that she could function like one. She DID have the pouches and could most likely have a normal electric battle with him.
Didn't mean he had to LIKE it though, or accept it. Static's deep eyes shimmered for a second, catching the light and making them appear like mist swirled in them.
He didn't interrupt her once, even though his gut told him to zap the crap out of her little white body and leave.
Then he watched her as she seemed to be caught up in a memory, of one he wasn't quite sure. All he knew so far right now was her family was killed. Mentally he shrugged. "Everyones family dies eventually. I am currently in a 'family' unit with one Pokemon whose mother was murdered and his sibling lost for years. It's nature, whether a human takes the opportunity or another Pokemon. "
Hopefully she wouldn't be TOO offended by his blase attitude to that but really what else could she want from him.
"You're right, nothing is normal. It all meshes together now, no one feels safe or secure neither. If you're so desperate to know which I'm guessing is why you brought me here was to ask all these stupid questions, is that years ago my trainer was killed right in front of me. My Pokemon friends who I regarded as such back then were taken and I was as said, an experiment. And before you get all understanding there is one thing that is why I'm even here today. Because the trainer who use to look after me was my current owner's sister."
He left it at that, but he was upset by telling this information. There was so much more to it, so complicated. But he couldn't delve into all of that, it was Neko's past that made it so, not his own. And he would not tell her of all the things done to him, they were sick and he was at least not to burden another with them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:29 pm
Sevti's cheeks had started to spark as he spoke of how it was life and that everyone died, but not in the means that she was speaking of. Death was supposed to be natural, not cruel. Shaking her head and letting her ears flop from side to side in the swift motions. He wouldn't be the one to tick of off so much as most would. Heaving a sigh Sevti listened and nodded to what was being told too her. Trying to piece everything together.
"That's horrible that you watched your own trainer die," She muttered through a patch of sniffles. Even if she didn't really act the age she really was, Sevti was still just a child. "But it's good that you were freed from those that did bad things to you... Isn't it?" she asked though remained a distance away, fighting the urge to just hop over and hug him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 7:38 am
The male Pikachu enjoyed watching her become flustered by his words, even though he didn't want her to be upset with him specifically. It was an emotion he could understand, not this fluffy lovely happy attitude she seemed to have. Well, he was sure there'd be worse out there and he'd even met a few...didn't change the fact she seemed so calm and sweet.
Too sweet.
Static stood up and waddled his small body around the area for a while as she once again started to talk to him. He couldn't keep still for very long knowing now that she had an idea of what he'd gone through and feeling sorry for him. Sevti was just too nice.
"Good?" He thought about that. It wasn't the emotion inside him that said it was good. He was unhappy and angry and no amount of love that people showed him now would fix him. Static was broken.
Sure, he acted the part of calm. He had it all down, the practice of being not bothered, of pretending he didn't feel anything. And then he'd find some situation and snap, it wasn't the best way to be.
The black Pika wanted to kill those humans, he wanted to watch them burn in their own vile putrid existence and laugh. He glanced at Sevti, taking in her form, so fragile looking, and contemplated just how he must look to her.
"What do you see?" He asked, hoping for what he wasn't sure. "When you look at me, would you say I was happy with being saved?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:10 pm
Sevti watched him as he walked, or waddled, either one worked she supposed, around her. Her ears twitched when he left her line of sight, it wasn't that she didn't trust him at her back. she had faith that his honor wouldn't let him attack her from behind. So many she had seen do that, they had no honor for themselves, what they did have was shattered by just one act. When he came back around, she still watched him with soft pink eyes, the eyes that marked her as an albino of the pikachu race.
When he asked what she saw of him when she looked at him. She didn't quite understand the question at first before she thought about it. What did she see? A lost soul searching for someone to understand where none others could. Someone who could sympathize experiences when most others of the pokemon world knew not of the darker side of their own shadows.
"I see myself. Perhaps not in the same sense, but I see someone who's just trying to find someone who will understand. Truly understand, no the, 'I understand' and nod of the head with a voice that sounds sincere. I see someone still trying to understand their past, trying to understand why it happened to them instead of perhaps someone else." She answered, perhaps not the right words to be spouting, but... She was going to tell the truth. "Think of me what you will, but we have both suffered great losses. Perhaps not in the same meaning, but all the same. We both seek someone who will understand our feelings and not judge who or what we are. I may not be the right one for you, but I'm not about to leave and let you beat yourself up inside. To brake yourself even more then the human race has already started. I have begun to rebuild who I am, the progress is slow and I still fear most around my trainer, I still fear what might happen if I get taken away from her." Sevti shook her head. "My words are pointless, I know, but..." She stopped and looked away not wanting to speak anymore as she felt she had spoken too much already.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 2:48 pm
'She thinks that she understands' he thought, his mind pretty much wasted at the moment as these new words Sevti spoke sinked in. Well maybe she had a little inkling of his feelings on the matter that was certainly true and her living situation meant she knew about Dark Pokemon.
Static wasn't dark, not yet. But he felt it growing inside him every day. Each one it got a little deeper, and clung a little tighter. How could she even imagine that he was like her though?
The Pikachu was up and over to her rock with the speed and agility any of his kind possessed. He jumped up and stood within meters of her furry face, scrutinizing it up close and glaring intensely.
"Look at you, so small and unable to be menacing. Your white body and pink cheeks, you are nothing like me at all. And that isn't even the half of it. You are nice, understanding as you so put it. How can you compare yourself to me in such a way? How can you say it all, with a straight face. I would do unspeakable things to anyone who dare get close enough. I could pull out your guts and make you watch as I fed upon them!" He wasn't sure if he meant any of it, just that he needed her to fear him, to hate him!
Static almost looked desperate to see this change in her, for her to back up and look at him with horror. "I could murder you right here!!!" He pulled one paw back as if to strike her, waiting for the inevitable.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 3:01 pm
Sevti looked back toward Static as he seemed to be trying to make her back away, she would have if she hadn't forced herself to remain there in one place. Her ears did fall back some before coming forward. What he said had some truth about her, how could she say certain things with the calmness she had and a straight face? She didn't know, probably putting up with those on her owner's team. Sevti would have to ponder over it later, but when he mentioned that he could murder her right there she shifted. Standing on her hind legs, forepaws stretching out at her sides and her head held high, invitingly.
"Then go a head, like you said, I am nothing to you. I don't know why I am this way despite what I've been through. I can just see that I am what you have locked away as you are the rage I have fear of." She looked away for a moment. "You have bared away your compassion, your trust to others and to yourself. Only letting your rage consume you. I have fears of my rage and of what it could do if it were ever let free. In a way, we are both of the same binding, only split down the middle. Holding what the other does not." Looking away still, her eyes had closed, though she still stood there with her arms out to her sides and chest bared, waiting.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 3:35 pm
The Pokemon's mind seemed to delve deep into its subconscious as she spoke the things he didn't want to hear at all. Opposites, touching something so similar. Static recalled that day with clarity. He was so young and small, his trainer Sakura had ran to him with fear in her eyes.
She had bruises all over and was bleeding from the gash on her head, it fell to her chin and stained her so prettily. It crept down to her neck, like a living creature spreading with dedication to its job.
He was stuck in a cage, huddled down low as the bars pressed against his tiny form. They hadn't even had the courtesy to accommodate his own size, this cage fit for a much smaller Pokemon. Static's eyes widened in horror, as she was seized and held. Her voice cried out to him, and then came the pain.
Some woman stabbed her, right in the stomach. The blood now coming from a new wound flowed freely and fast, down and down, onto the floor. The light within her eyes got dimmer and dimmer. Until she was gone.
The rocket threw her body to the floor, sneering. Static cried out to her but she wouldn't move. Couldn't.
With a flash he was back there, and seeing this female's open arms held out and read for what his trainer had fought against. What she had strived to stop. Wanting to save him, and herself.
He let the paw drop down limply, electricity was building inside and he felt so lost for one moment it was impossible to think a clear thought. He couldn't stand it, couldn't even look at her. "You're so weak. You won't even fight for your own life!" He let out electric, blue and violent. They crashed into the trees and bushes but not one hit her. He then slumped down, exhausted. Panting.
"Why won't you fight..." He felt weak now, and so lost.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 3:53 pm
She stood there watching him as his eyes went distant, was he remembering something? She could have sworn she could have gone right over and knocked him over with a feather if she had tried to. Her arms falling to her own sides, tired from behind held up so long. It seemed a long time until he moved again, the distant look fading from his eyes, the thoughts apparently clearing, and his stance shifting, Sevti only stood watching silently. Until she was called weak, she was weak. She knew that as much as the next person, or pokemon for that matter.
Turning herself away from him and walking to the edge of her perch, Sevti watched the trees below and those that lived within them. Her own mind diving back into a past she forced herself to forget for the greater part of her life. Paws fumbling a little she fidgeted not turning back to look at him, not even as the violent strikes hit objects about her and himself, she flinched some as a couple struck close to where she was standing, but still she remained unharmed.
"I am weak, I've always been weak. Since the day I lost everything." She started, her face turning skyward as a flock of Swablu flew over head. "Or was it even before that? I don't know, I try not to remember. I have tried to fight, but it's just not within me. This world frightens me, the world I have been born within."
She turned and looked back toward Static, her soft pink eyes looking softer. She noticed how lost his expression was, she couldn't help but think that she had caused it. She could make just about anyone feel they couldn't understand her. No wonder no one really liked her, she was just too much trouble and too much time for everyone to bother with. Again she turned away to speak again.
"I have always hidden, from the firebreathers wild and tamed. I even fear those of my trainer's team. I fear the humans of the male gender, for they did wrong in taking my family and killing my sisters who didn't retreat when our mother said to." She shook her head again. "If you wish to leave, you can just go. To save yourself the pain I have dredged up from graves freshly dug. I am sorry."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:29 am
It was true, he didn't understand her. Every word she spoke was jumbled with feelings and words foreign to his little black heart. Static still couldn't believe she had stood there waiting to die, and barely flinched at his electricity. Sevti obviously had some kind of unhealthy death wish, or some life complex he hadn't figured out.
The Pikachu's body was worn from his emotional outrage but Static still managed to stand on small and wobbly legs. His form shook, just a little, and it irked him. Too much, did this show of weakness bother the tiny Chu.
"You can't keep sobbing about the past." He said. The smallest whisper and cracked around the edges but it didn't waver. "If you live off this fear and pain it WILL end your life. I'm just pissed off at the world but I'll fight for my life, you better believe it!"
As she apologized he looked away for a second, thinking about what she had made him remember. Sure it was painful and he was still trying to cope with it all. But like he said, you can't sob about the past.
Taking a few little steps towards her, Static could sense her pain and upset as it almost clung in the air. She was obviously a strong Pokemon but he didn't like seeing this. It just made him want to take advantage and upset her more. So, he backed off in stead and turned around with his back to her back.
"Well if you want to stay here and cry about things, fine. But just because I got a little emotional doesn't mean I'm going to give up because a White little thing brought up memories I detest."
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