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Post by Lucas Courtwater on Nov 26, 2013 20:45:26 GMT -5
Keep Your Secrets
catching
#509
He thought, maybe Cali would do better if she had a friend, some other water type to keep her company up at the house. That maybe she could work on her shyness that way and not by random swims in the ocean. None of his other Pokemon were really good with her, whether it was because of typing or personality. But all that was an excuse, really. An elaborate and logical reason to get out of the house and do something to take his mind off, well, everything. Same old evasion tactics he had been using in Celadon and Pewter, really. Think about anything but the important things. Read: anything but the things he could do nothing about.
So, he threw on a light jacket and walked down the cliffside again, hood up against the ever present Agate breezes and hands jammed into his pockets. Miyo, he knew, was lurking on one shoulder or the other, and Sophie was already dashing down the path ahead, spewing pebbles left and right under tiny feet. She was almost used to Agate now. Not so confused, anymore, by being Not In Saffron. It had only taken her a few thousand manic laps around the house. Only, about, a dozen near-misses with picture frames and table lamps and coffee mugs . . .
He couldn't remember ever going to Luxur Circle. Not once. His mother never went there herself, and if his father did, he would have definitely remembered being taken along. Jerry had no reason to go, and probably wouldn't have wanted to. The more he though about it . . . the more he was certain he had never been there.
But he remembered being there. He remembered waiting, at the far end of the Circle's white stone courtyard, as the sun set behind the shimmering facade of the Formere Building. He remembered the smothering, spicy scent of the food in Garzea's and the color of the table clothes, and wanting nothing more than for the business there to be completed so he could leave. Standing at the far side of the restaurant, out of sight, waiting for something, again.
No, he had never been there.
He reached the small strip of beach and had to look up and down to locate Sophie, barreling on to the right. He followed, turning his face from the wind and catching the tell-tale scuffle of feet across his shoulders as Miyo moved to avoid the breeze. He thought he heard a soft mewing from her, but when he reached back to let her climb onto his hand she wasn't where he expected. Hands back to his pockets, keep walking.
The memory had occurred to him while making lunch, the scent of the stir fry probably sparking it. Just like any other memory, really, except for the impossibility of it. And to be perfectly honest, he had already figured out where it had come from. He just wasn't ready to admit it yet.
Post by Lucas Courtwater on Nov 27, 2013 1:23:38 GMT -5
Keep Your Secrets
catching
#555
It was probably a mistake that he'd told Sophie they were going out to find friends for Calypso, because if Lucas had to choose one word that the Snorunt most associated with "friend" it would, hands down, be "headbutt". And it didn't take her very long at all to find her first victim.
He only lost sight of her for a moment, but when he came around the side of the cliff there she was, locked in a staring contest with an unsuspecting Wooper - Water Fish Pokemon, Water and Ground type, evolves into Quagsire, usually found in cold water, etc. Now there was something he was supposed to remember. All those Pokemon facts he had memorized for class between coordinating street operations and breaking up bar fights. The Wooper and Sophie were circling each other, in a way that was almost comically intense on Sophie's end. The Wooper just looked a bit lost.
Lucas couldn't blame him.
As he was walking up to the pair she seemed to determine that the Wooper was worthy, and launched forward into a Headbutt that understandably left the little water type reeling. He tipped backwards, threatening to fall back into the sand, and Sophie watched with wide-eyed curiosity, still standing almost directly in front of him, as he recovered.
He gave her another long, confused look, tail moving back and forth in what Lucas recognized as a Tail Whip that was doing its job of catching her off guard. She had entered staring contest mode again, and was no doubt about to be hit by something.
"Sophie, use Protect," he reminded her, wondering if she would even notice him. He was mostly for just sitting back and watching his play out.
She did hear him, however, and an almost completely transparent force field flew up in front of her mere moments before a small wave of muddy water gushed up out of the sand and tried to smack against her. The water ran off either side of the protective sphere harmlessly, Sophie's expression taking on that same overly intense expression yet again. Somehow, as always, she didn't believe her headbutt warranted retaliation. The moment the muddy water had cleared she burst forward yet again, using her signature Headbutt to hit the Wooper square in the face. But she didn't stop there. After the initial contact she clamped on with Crunch, gnawing the Wooper and sending it into a panicked frenzy. Lucas could only watch, disappointed but not surprised, as the water type flailed back and forth and ran in little circles around the beach, Sophie holding on with the tenacity of a small shark. This went on for a pathetically long time - back and forth and back and forth and deep sigh from Lucas before the rinse and repeat and back and forth - before Sophie finally popped loose.
The battered Wooper flopped away from her as fast as he could manage, wobbling around in the sand before finally making it to his destination - hiding behind Lucas' leg.
He frowned down at it, working a Pokeball out of his pocket. "Uh . . . sorry about her. But you can come back with me and rest up, alright?"
There was no immediate protest from him, and Lucas activated the Pokeball.
Post by Lucas Courtwater on Nov 27, 2013 19:04:26 GMT -5
Keep Your Secrets
catching
#665
Luxur Circle was a famous plaza in uptown Saffron, the home to a number of high end boutiques and restaurants, as well as boasting a prime location just across the street from the Cesari Hotel. It was also pretty commonly said, though, that it was the kind of place you went to prove how much money you had. There were nicer places in Saffron, without a doubt, but Luxur Circle was where it was easiest to show off. You might, for instance, take a possible business part there, for the sole purpose of proving that you could.
Waiting for someone . . . a meeting at Garzea's . . . it felt like a business deal but what kind?
No. He had come out here to not think about that.
There was a small swarm of Surskit and Masquerain bustling around a tree near the shoreline. They didn't appear to be doing anything in particular - just flittering back and forth and skitting across the sand, in and out of the water. Maybe the ocean was too rough for them right then, and they had come up the beach for a rest.
Lucas had to scoop Sophie up at the sight of them, or else she probably would have headbutted her way right into the thick of it. She squirmed so much that he had to sit down on a rock with her, far enough away that they didn't immediately catch the pokemons' attention. Eventually, because it seemed to calm her down in the past, he put her in the front of his jacket. After a quiet moment her face popped up above the zipper and she strained forward a little, chomping her teeth repeatedly, but she didn't try to get out.
"There's something wrong with you," he told her, chuckling. She continued to chomp-chomp and pretended not to hear him. This would be Miyo's turn, if a Surskit eventually wandered their way.
And that didn't take very long at all. A single Surskit detached itself from the group, scuttling over the sand in their direction. It looked like of . . . grumpy, actually. It had a definite "done with this" vibe and it kept stopping to shake back and forth in agitation.
"Miyo?" Lucas said, looking from shoulder to shoulder but not seeing her, only to have her squirrel around his waist and down his leg, almost business-like as she made her way to the water pokemon. She walked up to it, looked up, began to say something and -
SWAT
The Surskit backhanded her, sending her flying a few feet and causing Lucas to stand up. The Surskit simply stared at her, like "What now?"
But, Miyo was apparently unfazed. She wiggled her feet a little before rolling off of her back. She met the Surskit's look, tipping her head to the side for a moment and making a little chirping noise, before suddenly planting her feet firmly and using Agility, eyes flashing. And then she was on the move, zipping forward and applying two Slash attacks to the Surskit's front legs.
The Surskit fell forward but was already retaliating with a BubbleBeam that barely clipped Miyo, who scrambled up on to the Surskit, hugging it and letting off a Discharge that left the Pokemon effectively paralyzed (16/100).
The whole battle was done in a matter of moments. Quick and clean, and Lucas wondered what Miyo had been up to before he moved in. Or maybe she just resented the backhand.
Miyo shuffled off the Surskit, who was chittering in apparent annoyance, but not particularly anger, and crawled back over to Lucas. She looked rather proud of herself, and Lucas chuckled, reaching down to let her climb on to his hand. She nuzzled his fingers and then decided it was time for a nap.
With Sophie still chomp-chomping in his jacket, Lucas pulled out another pokeball and tossed it at the incapacitated Surskit.
Post by Lucas Courtwater on Nov 28, 2013 13:23:59 GMT -5
Keep Your Secrets
catching
#609
They were both asleep now, Sophie tucked in a nest of his jacket and Miyo on top of her, rolled on her back and small yellow legs occasionally scuttling in a dream run. Lucas had walked them up from the beach, up the cliffs and onto a grassy outcropping just below the house. He sat a few feet away on a rock, watching the whitecaps far out among the rocks.
They had arrived early at the plaza, and he waited outside the restaurant, out of sight, for the car to arrive. Dorothy Burton, daughter of Jared. She was always early. She liked to control the stage, she had said. That a level of theatrics was sometimes necessary to reach the correct end without any unexpected distractions. He didn't mind letting her have her fun, so long as the end was the one most effective. But it was unfortunate that his presence was necessary. He hated this place, and all the people in it.
The man they were waiting for arrived with two guards. He teleported into the restaurant, and watched the other men take seats in Jared's daughter's vicinity before their employer finally joined her, apologizing, in the most trite way, for making her late. He didn't care to listen much to the conversation after that. He simply watched, vaguely disgusted by the setting but committed to seeing the meeting concluded smoothly. She was hiring a trained security team, she explained. Even though it was unnecessary at the moment, they would be needed later on. And now that his allies had withdrawn from the city, a degree of extra power could only improves their chances of completing the set mission.
So, he watched the woman talk. Every movement calculated, every turn of phrase playing out in its every variation in her mind before being put to use. A host of different smiles, a hand placed on the man's wrist, a look passing through her eyes every now and then that he couldn't understand. And he couldn't quite fathom what she was doing, or rather, how it worked, what the motivation and pay-off would be, but he recognized that she was good at it. That she may very well be quite useful, after all.
Only, no. Not him. Not him in the plaza, in the restaurant. Not him watching Dorothy Burton seduce the mobster.
It was the thing from the alley. Its thoughts, feelings, memories, in his head. Just like that night when he had been shown himself, Jerry, Irene, the whole gang . . . under the eye of this thing that they could never had anticipated. And now it was part of him. That night hadn't been enough. It had left something behind.
Lucas closed his eyes and turned from the ocean, looking then to his jacket, to the cell phone in the pocket, the impulsive desire to call Jerry washing over him. He needed to talk to someone, he needed to be distracted, to stop thinking about this, to hear his friend and pretend that this wasn't happening. He needed to be fixed.
But calling wouldn't do that. Out here, alone . . . nothing would do that. And telling Jerry now would only make him worry, make him feel like he needed to come out here. And Lucas had just been relieved that his friends hadn't already turned up on his doorstep, as much as he wished he could see him.
It was just one memory. Maybe just an aftershock from that night. Maybe there wouldn't be anymore. Maybe it would stop.
He thought, maybe Cali would do better if she had a friend, some other water type to keep her company up at the house. That maybe she could work on her shyness that way and not by random swims in the ocean. None of his other Pokemon were really good with her, whether it was because of typing or personality. But all that was an excuse, really. An elaborate and logical reason to get out of the house and do something to take his mind off, well, everything. Same old evasion tactics he had been using in Celadon and Pewter, really. Think about anything but the important things. Read: anything but the things he could do nothing about. 
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