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Post by Lee on May 5, 2007 15:57:24 GMT -5
Akriso stared at the door in confusion, floating foward once more and again being pushed back. She hadn't had any trouble passing through the other walls and doors, but she could so much as poke a single fringe of herself through this one. Sighing, she looked around the room, deciding that maybe there was something interesting in the rooms she could wonder about in. If she got something nice for Zach, maybe he'd lose that glum look he always had. Maybe he'd even calm down. He was always so frightened...It worried her. Maybe she should try and get a doctor to see him...Maybe a psycharatrist.
It hadn't occurred to her that Zach was afraid of her. It probably wouldn't occur to her either.
The Shuppet floated through a wall, and into a room that looked as if grimer had coated the walls. It was a good thing Zach couldn't get here-such a nice Abra that had been. And Rapheal had assured her that he'd take good care of Zach while she was away. Still, she worried. She shouldn't stay too long. Who knew what trouble her trainer might get into if she wasn't there?
Floating through a desk, she sighed again. So far, she hadn't spotted anything nice to take back to him. She wish she would. He really was worrying her.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 5, 2007 16:11:33 GMT -5
Under a desk that the ghost had just phased through, a poochyena shivered. Akriso had passed through him as well! Bluegh! It was creeeeeepy! He knew he should stay out of sight, since she was a group two pokemon, however, he felt so tingly and gucky that he had to take it out on someone.
He leapt out from beneath the desk and growled at Akriso. <Hey! Watch it, um, ghostie! People aren't furniture for you to float through, you know!>
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Post by Lee on May 6, 2007 8:08:00 GMT -5
Akriso looked surprised, and honestly sorry. <Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there! Are you okay? Here, let me fix that for you-> Without thinking the poochyena's current mood, she floated foward and began to smooth down the fur on his head, commenting under her breath about how diry this place was. Why wouldn't his hair stay down? <You need a bath, sir. Very, very, dirty you are.>
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 9, 2007 17:12:09 GMT -5
<A -- a -- a B-A-T-H?!> the poochyena nearly shrieked, and backed away from Akriso, his fur bristling. This floating ghost was a menace! <You crazy lunatic! Don't touch me! I'll growl you to death! Er, to life! Er. To something! I dun wanna see no soap!>
((Meh. Brain dead. Eat me.))
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Post by Lee on May 9, 2007 17:20:37 GMT -5
Akriso looked shocked, a scolding tone coming into her voice, <I'm very glad that Zach isn't here. Just think of the example you'd be setting! Your very language! I shouldn't bother trying to clean that /thing/ you call fur with it, I should clean your mouth with it!> In her anger over his foul language (just imagine what she would do for truly foul language!), little bobbing lights started to appear, floating around the Poochyena menancingly as she engaged a Will-O-Wisp attack.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 15, 2007 17:00:04 GMT -5
The poochyena screamed as the burning flame coursed briefly through his fur, leaving behind a dull but stead throb of pain. He shook the ghostly flames off, but the ache intensified, nearly sending him to the floor. The dog's hackles rose and he growled low in his throat, fur bristling, before launching himself at Akriso, dark engergy licking around his fangs as he prepared for a bite attack.
((Note: this guy is in group one (high up on the scale of group oneness, but still group one. You should probably move to the group two room if you don't feel like busting out of the lab.))
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Post by Lee on May 15, 2007 17:18:27 GMT -5
((-was confused- Thought I was in the group two room. Oopsies.))
Akriso shuddered out of the grip of his mouth, thankful she was a ghost. Quite easy to escape-But oooh. That had hurt. <Just you wait. I'll bring Rapheal next time...I don't care what level you might be, he'll take care of you. Get you a bath too.> Muttering to herself she retreated, mostly because she didn't care for any more 'nibbles'.
The next wall she floated through led her too a very...green, room. Green, and some odd colors as well, particuarily orange mud. Surely that wasn't normal? Good thing she didn't have to walk on it.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 15, 2007 17:26:48 GMT -5
((Akk, you are! It's the mention of the desk that confused me. I was thinking that we were still in the central room XP.))
Behind Akriso a Koffing floated, looking at her curiously. What was this thing? A floating snot rag, maybe? He hadn't seen floating snot rags in a long time. Actually, scratch that, he had never seen a snot rag float.
<Hey-oh!> he tried out for a greeting. <Why are you zooming around here? Shouldn't you be attending to someone with a cold?>
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Post by Lee on May 15, 2007 17:37:02 GMT -5
Akriso turned around and stared at him, coughing slightly. <...What? Why would I be with someone with a cold? I might get it.> She didn't think ghosts could get colds (certainly, she'd never had one), but she wasn't going to take any chances.
However, since this Koffing seemed to be much more well-mannered (besides his confusing questions), Akriso decided that maybe she ought to ask him for help. <I don't suppose you know where I can find anything interesting in here?>
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 15, 2007 17:46:35 GMT -5
<Because you--> the koffing got cut off in his answer to the rhetorical question of why Akriso should be with someone who had a cold. <Well, um, you could try over by the plants. The little things horde treasures like murkrow, it seems.>
((blegh. Short + it's dinner time.))
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Post by Lee on May 20, 2007 21:17:57 GMT -5
((Don't worry, I've had writers block for days now.))
Akriso ducked her head (which was really odd if you thought about it, since she was mostly just a head) in gratitude, <Thank you, thank you. Perhaps pokemon here manage to cultivate some manners after all.> Mumbling something about the Poocheyna, she started to float towards the plants. There was a good thing about being a ghost (well, actually there were a whole bunch of good things about being a ghost) and that was the fact that she wasn't going to step on anything. Of course, she might float through it as earlier experiences had pointed out, but that wasn't painful (unless you were weak against ghost, she supposed), just creepy.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 21, 2007 21:20:41 GMT -5
A few of the sunkern on the grassy pile eyed Akriso suspiciously as she approached. Two of them exchanged looks, thinking that the ghost type must be a flying grimer. As if they didn't have enough problems with the grimer that stayed on the ground where they were supposed to. Unconsciously the little plants huddled together for protection. The biggest one hopped forward, however.
"What do ya want?"
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Post by Lee on May 22, 2007 17:05:49 GMT -5
If only Akriso could have heard the thoughts of others. Really, first a floating handkerchief and then a grimer? Couldn't any of these pokemon tell a shuppet when they saw one? It wasn't like they were a rare pokemon or anything...
<I was wondering if maybe you had something interesting that you didn't really want?> Of course, when you asked it like that it was kind of rhetorical. If it was interesting they probably wanted it, but who knew? Perhaps something they didn't find interesting would be interesting to Zach.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 23, 2007 20:59:28 GMT -5
The sunkern looked at one another. Okay there was something a little odd about the request. But they had lived their entire lives in the lab. Perhaps there were other flying grimer in the wide world beyond, and they asked odd questiones, as well.
<Perhaps we do,> the leader said guardedly. <What kind of interesting? We've got some old CDs burred in he grass. And other stuff. What are you interested in?>
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Post by Lee on May 25, 2007 17:31:55 GMT -5
<Oh! The CD's sound interesting. Well, actually, I don't know what I'm interested in. What do you think a frightened human would like?> She smiled happily at the sunkern, pleased with how it was going. At least they hadn't attacked her like that dirty little poochyena. They might even be polite (although the koffing had been polite...if weird). Still, none of them had very good hygiene. Although she supposed they might like having grimer as neighbors...But it was still dirty in here.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 26, 2007 11:55:26 GMT -5
<Well, we've got the CDs,> the sunkern repeated again, this time nodding as if with relief. <Humans like the CDs. You can have one. Hey, Merv!> the lead 'kern turned to another one identical to him.
<All right, all right, all right already, I'm digging for it,> the grass pokemon grumbled. <Sheesh, you'd think I do no work around here.>
He hopped around the mound before sliding down a little way, loosing a shower of dirt. Something silver green glinted in the warm light filtering through the hole in the roof, and the sunkern grabbed it in his mouth and started to tug. After a few minutes the "CD" slipped out in a shower of dirt.
<Here ya go.>
((Congratulations. You have received the TM for the move bullet seed.))
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Post by Lee on May 26, 2007 13:16:41 GMT -5
Akriso happily took it, <Thank you very much.> Akriso floated off, humming happily. Maybe Zach wouldn't be afraid of her now! That thought brought more worries of whether or not he was okay, but the Shuppet didn't really want to leave yet. To be absolutely sure that Zach would be happy, she thought that maybe she should find something else to give him. She didn't know what the CD was for, but she couldn't imagine it being that interesting. So down to the slime covered ground she went, hoping that maybe she'd find something poking out of it. She could always go back to the other room and use the fur of that poochyena to clean it, after all.
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Post by MorriganFearn on May 27, 2007 21:11:37 GMT -5
Something did poke out of it. It was a gas bubble that burst in the fetid ooze, and then something purple poked it's head out of the muck. It regarded Akriso for a moment, and then belched. Green gas rose into the air.
<So, you're a ghost, huh?> the grimer asked slowly. <We don't like ghosts here. Too close to psychic types. Gerout.>
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Post by Lee on May 29, 2007 14:48:38 GMT -5
Grimer really were very rude. Probably why they had to live in muck and grime their entire lives or risk depleting themselves by leaving little goblets of sludge on the ground behind them. Not only were they built out of pollution they had manners that were just as clean as a polluted swamp. Disgusting.
At least it knew she was a ghost, but still. So rude.
< I'm perfectly within my rights to be here. You could at least say excuse me you know. To both rude gestures. > Burping in her face, and insulting her. It really was too much.
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Post by Persian on Jun 22, 2007 10:35:10 GMT -5
<Excuse you,> the grimer mimicked back immaturely. <They weren't no rudeness lady. Your attitude, however, sheesh! Do they pay you to be that stuck up?>
More gasses bubbled up from the sludge, as if to cement the grimer's opinion of Akriso.
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