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[ action ] The Heinous Plot part 3
Miror B. paced along the edge of a campsite tucked away in the trees of Lostlorn Forest. He lacked his usual rhythm, and appeared to be deep in a rather annoying line of thought. A Combusken followed behind him, occasionally stopping to glare off into the woods and raise his claws menacingly whenever a Pidove or other equally harmless woodland creature made a noise. This wasn't helping Miror's mood. He rolled his eyes at the overeager Pokemon and turned randomly back towards the tents, leaving Combusken scrambling to catch up.
Kidnapping Paprika had been a stroke of genius, he thought, grinning a bit as he remembered his increasingly amusing conversations with N. Treating her like a guest rather than a hostage had been laziness. He didn't have to keep her locked up or extend any energy to prevent escapes; all he had to do was lie, which was as easy as breathing, really. The problem was, he realized as he stood tapping his foot impatiently near his tent; the problem was, no one was taking him seriously! N was taking far, far too long to comply, and why shouldn't he? Paprika was doing fine. There was no hurry.
Well, then! Today would be the day. Today he'd make sure everyone knew he was oh-so-serious. Putting his hands on his hips, he smiled deviously and called out: "Paprika! Get over here. Resix, you, too."
((I only realized I wrote this in prose after I finished so I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND PROSE LOL. This will in all probability be the final part of the Heinous Plot -- aka feel free to jump in any time, N and co.))
Kidnapping Paprika had been a stroke of genius, he thought, grinning a bit as he remembered his increasingly amusing conversations with N. Treating her like a guest rather than a hostage had been laziness. He didn't have to keep her locked up or extend any energy to prevent escapes; all he had to do was lie, which was as easy as breathing, really. The problem was, he realized as he stood tapping his foot impatiently near his tent; the problem was, no one was taking him seriously! N was taking far, far too long to comply, and why shouldn't he? Paprika was doing fine. There was no hurry.
Well, then! Today would be the day. Today he'd make sure everyone knew he was oh-so-serious. Putting his hands on his hips, he smiled deviously and called out: "Paprika! Get over here. Resix, you, too."
((I only realized I wrote this in prose after I finished so I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND PROSE LOL. This will in all probability be the final part of the Heinous Plot -- aka feel free to jump in any time, N and co.))
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…Wait, what do you mean, an experiment? That's awful!
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You're repulsive...! People like you give reason for Pokemon liberation-- I despise people like you! [For a moment, it seems he's reverted back to the king he used to be. Before him, Darmanitan has already started to charge up her next attack, her fur blazing brightly in the returning sunlight.] We shall have to crush your ideals here. [He gestures to the battlefield with a sweep of his hand.] Flare Blitz!
[With a roar, Darmanitan rushes forward, hurtling toward Serperior like a comet. N's expression is uncharacteristically cold as he watches. For a moment, his pacifist nature falters. While Darmanitan's target is clear, it isn't the Serperior that N wants to see injured. Should Miror B. get burned a bit by the attack's aftermath, he decides... so be it.]
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Ignoring all sense of order, Serperior slithers forward to meet the charging Fire-type head-on. She's quickly engulfed by the flames and is knocked back by the wave of heat and fire to land in a coiled mass at Miror's feet. Miror has to step back and raise an arm to shield himself from the force of the flames. He winces as, for a brief, panicking moment, he imagines the Darmanitan not stopping at the boundary of the battlefield and plowing right into him, flames and all. But the Pokemon stops, and Miror slowly lowers his arm to look down at the fainted Serperior. Well. Shit.]
Hmm. [Not looking up -- What now? -- Miror silently recalls Serperior to her Pokeball. Should he just run? He puts the Pokeball back in his pocket -- Could he even get past that Sigilyph? Psychic Pokemon were incredibly difficult to deal with. He glances up after a moment.] Well. [He straightens, then; trying to appear nonchalant again. His normal response to this type of situation would be dramatic, angry; but, then, he usually doesn't have a proverbial gun to his back.] It appears you have beaten me thoroughly, Champ! [Claydol turns slightly towards its trainer, expecting an order, but Miror does not address it immediately.] Bravo.
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Dang, N! That was so legit!
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Ah, we did it! [Still, some caution can't hurt.] Zekr– er, I mean, Ditto. Make sure the bad guy won't get away now.
[And her Claydol nearby uses Stealth Rock, summoning pointed stones just like Miror's had. They swivel around in circles, and come to enclose the man in question within them. It's looser and more merciful than Paprika's cage had been, but it's enough that escaping would be difficult.]
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N's anger mostly fades as he gives a relieved sigh of his own. He watches as the Ditto sets up the Stealth Rock, then makes his way over to Miror.]
Now, you will release Paprika and return her Pokemon. As was decided. [And then he's going to liberate Miror's Pokemon, part of the deal or not.]
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Miror ignores the Lombre in favor of glaring at N as he makes his way towards him.] Now, really; all these theatrics! You two are the most ruthless little heroes I've ever seen. And that's counting an ex-criminal -- interesting story, that one! You and Wes are actually -- ah. [The stones shift ominously, causing Miror to find them a bit more interesting than reminiscing about the past. He gives a sharp sigh of resentment and tilts his head towards Claydol.] Let her go.
[The Pokemon chimes, its tone as unreadable as always, but it wastes no time banishing the Stealth Rocks. They fall towards the ground, fading away before making an impact. Claydol floats back a few feet from Paprika, its many eyes watching her with what could be construed as curiosity.
Miror turns back to N. He slowly pulls Paprika's Pokeballs from his pocket, lifting them near his face and showing them somewhat tauntingly to N.] If you want these, darling, you'll have Hilda over there drop these rocks and then you'll let me go. Threats really don't suit you, you know that?
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[This is to the Claydol. Stretching out a bit tentatively, Paprika takes off her hood and glances at N and whatsername, Hilda. The one that looks like Rose, even if she sure doesn't act it. Not quite sure how do go about all of this, Paprika turns back to Miror B and shrugs.]
Who, me? Nah, not really. But, like, what if you just run off and stuff? I mean, we all kinda know for sure now you're a total douchebag, so wouldn't really put it past you.
[When the Claydol hovers a little closer to her, Paprika gets one of those things that pop into her head every once in a blue moon--which is to say, a good idea.]
Hold up, what if we did a trade or something? So she gets rid of the pointy rock cage, you gimme my Pokemon, and then I give you back this guy.
["This guy" being the Claydol, who has some sort of comment that Paprika doesn't understand in the slightest.]
Or, er, this gal? Whichever.
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She's not going to order her Ditto to drop the Stealth Rock just yet, though, at least not until there's a consensus. And there's something else that's bothering her. She walks to where everyone is, her expression becoming worried as she addresses Miror.]
Uh, and first, I also want to ask something. What exactly were you doing with that Serperior?
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He is, however, ready to speak about the Serperior.] A cruel, unnatural process. It seems you meant to strip away everything but violence. You intended to turn her into a soldier-- a weapon, didn't you? [His gaze drops briefly to the ground as he reflects on the battle.] I've seen countless Pokemon mistreated by humans-- but I have never seen such an aura as that Serperior has. I... could not read her. As if she was... closed off by something-- a shadow. Pokemon are not meant to contain such darkness. [He frowns, apparently very disturbed by the concept.
He looks back up and takes a small step forward, bringing himself as close as he can get to Miror without cutting himself on the Stealth Rock. His eyes are back on the Pokeballs, and he's tensed, ready to reach out and grab them if Miror tries something funny.] ... Paprika's plan sounds reasonable. However... I cannot allow that Serperior to go much longer in your care, either, Miror B. What you've done to her is wrong, I... I will not allow it.
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But he sounds less confident as he notes N's reaction to being compared to the traitor, Wes. Had he touched on something? That is a bit unnerving. Wes had, after all, planted a bomb in Team Snagem's headquarters and completely destroyed it. He'd just been amusing himself, comparing N to Wes. Hmm.
He rolls his eyes at N's little lecture, but he can't help but smile a bit when the word 'shadow' is actually used.] Oh, you noticed that? That's interesting! Usually you need a Snag Machine to actually see the shadow. Fuhoho! Oh, oh; fine, you Unovans are so out of the loop. I'm trying to remember the whole Shadow Pokemon process. Cipher invented it, back in Orre. Incredibly useful. It's not easy when you don't have a lab to work in, but I've been making do. Not exactly perfect yet, but if you could see a shadow I must be close!
[His smugness fades and he narrows his eyes when N steps forward and starts blathering about what he will and will not allow.] Well, that's just too bad, darling. Look, take this silly thing. [He tosses one of Paprika's Pokeballs through the barrier at random.] I can give you the rest and be on my merry way.
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So, wait, could you say that again in English or Pokemon-ese or whatever we're all speaking?
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[Hilda cringes. In another reality, in another land, there were people who did that in larger scales?]
Why would you do something like that? Aren't they good enough as they are?
[She looks at N, who seems about ready to just forcibly take the kidnapper's Pokemon. Hilda wasn't sure she approved of that, but if all of this about experiments and shadows was true… She wasn't sure she would feel like stopping him. So as a last resort, she tries to get through to the afro guy somehow.]
Unlike N, I can't see auras or darkness or anything. But even I could still tell that Serperior was restless and hurt. Don't you care that this process is hurting it?
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He flinches when one of the Pokeballs is thrown, but follows it with his eyes, making sure it gets to its trainer. He glances over the familiar Numel with some relief, but redevelops his careworn stare when Hilda speaks.]
To some people, Pokemon are never good enough as they are. You remember it, don't you, Hilda? What I stood for? Some do not care at all for Pokemon-- they only care that they have prime tools for their own gain, and they will do whatever is necessary to achieve that. Even if it means causing such pain. After all, it's not as if they can see it like you can, or hear it as I do. People like that do not even try to understand. [He glances back at Paprika briefly; this is a lecture he wants her to hear as well. Getting through to Miror? Apparently, N has given up on that.
He turns his attention back to Miror.] Reasoning with people such as you is pointless. Should I allow you to leave, you will replace Paprika's Pokemon with others. And even if you do not, you would still be forcing that Serperior to suffer. [Perhaps he could gain leverage with threats if Miror decided to warp any more Pokemon, but, as Miror said, threats really don't suit him.] Unless there is some goodness in your heart, I do not see any reason to simply let you be. Even if you escaped, I would have to find you again. And I have yet to see any good come from you. Am I wrong?
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He crosses his arms -- carefully, to avoid the rocks -- when N readdresses him. Taking care to appear flippant, he tries to figure out just how far this little hero on a power trip is willing to go when he has the upper hand.] Are you wrong? Well it's hardly my fault if you feel you have to trail me like a hungry Poochyena. But, I'm curious, darling; just what is it you plan to do to me, if not let me be? Hmm?
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We'll stop you. As many times as it takes! We won't let you go, now, either... Until you've returned all of Paprika's Pokemon, and that Serperior too.
[She disregards completely the ideological implications of liberation, or whatever. The right thing to do is relative to the situation, and her kneejerk reaction to take this particular stance is guided by her gut. Her mind isn't catching up until well after she's spoken. Ah, oops.]
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Spoilers: he's entirely correct in that assumption; Ghetsis never even went to jail at all. Nice try though, guys!]Either way, Hilda is correct. [He pauses, glancing at the others, should they have any additional ideas.] Paprika's Pokemon will be returned, and the Serperior given to me... or we will take you to the police. [He tilts his head, watching for Miror's reaction.]
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But he can't see any way out of this without submitting to the demands -- not when the other two options are getting arrested and gambling that someone he'd already misjudged wouldn't actually move on to more violent methods. Quietly seething, he looks back to N.] Now, see; I'm impressed! I underestimated you! Such a devious little mind you have! Yes, you have beaten me through and through and thoroughly, too. I'll give you back Paprika's Pokemon, and Serperior, too, you greedy thing.
[He laughs bitterly as he retrieves Serperior's Pokeball and adds it to the others in his hand. Taking a small step toward N, he reaches toward him through a gap in the Stealth Rocks with the Pokeballs sitting in the palm of his hand. He watches N carefully, his expression grimly sardonic.] Why, it's almost as if this isn't the first time you've coerced someone into giving you their Pokemon.
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Well, I mean, didn't you kinda do the same thing? 'Cause you were all like, "Yeah you'd better give me your Pokemon and stuff or I'm gonna go all 'SAW' on your ass!" and stuff.
[Actually, it was pretty terrifying, but it doesn't seem too bad when she puts a humourous spin on it.]
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[As the rocks loosen and fall softly to the ground, Hilda turns to Paprika.]
He didn't actually do anything to you, did he? Are you alright?
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Go. [Darmanitan follows the backward step N took, and Sigilyph moves aside a bit. Still, she remains hovering nearby, staring silently at Miror with those three eyes of hers. JUDGING YOU SO HARD.
Turning his attention to the Pokeballs again, N cautiously plucks one from the group and looks it over solemnly. He's not sure how to get rid of that shadow, but he's definitely going to try. He pockets the one Pokeball and turns to Paprika.]
He had me believe that you'd been killed... [Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, N! But he does look very relieved, even if a voice in the back of his mind reminds him that he should be angry about what essentially was betrayal on Paprika's part. Hesitantly, he offers her the rest of her Pokeballs.] I only wish I had found you sooner.
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[As the Stealth Rocks fall, Miror takes a step back, halfway expecting something else to happen to him. When nothing does, and N dismisses him, he finally recalls Claydol and gives a quick nod towards his Lombre.] Well, darlings, it's been fun. 'Til next time! [He flashes a sarcastic grin at the group which fades to a grim scowl as he turns and makes his way towards the forest exit. Lombre hurries behind him, glancing nervously over its shoulder at N and company as they leave. Not his most graceful exit, but it'll have to do.]
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Thanks, uh...
[Oh, oops. That kind of reminds her that she was the one who told Miror B that N used to be the Champion--whatever that meant, it was obviously pretty important.]
I... I'm really sorry, man.
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Thankfully her attention is seized by her Ditto anyway, which is just now morphing back into its real form - and then immediately back to a Zekrom.]
Ah, you like being one of those, don't you?
[It gives a friendly sort of nod, and she pats its head. She can reach - it's only barely taller than she is. She takes to offering it some suggestions, enthusiastically for someone caked in mud and drenched from rain.]
Hum, do you think you'd like to be smaller? N's Reshiram was really tiny. Maybe you can get the face right if you try going smaller.
Time for an order change? N --> Paprika --> Hilda!
sounds good to me! also ohay subject lines
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Subject lines came back-- It's a Christmas miracle!!
yes good
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