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So there were two Ghost-Types currently searching the Abandoned Ship? Interesting - it would seem the Golden Knight had not been the only one with the idea to simply bypass the ship's walls and crannies by floating through them - it would now be a race between the two Ghost-Types, then, to find the magnetic strips. Not to say that the other Pokemon couldn't make a comeback - the Golden Knight simply knew that Aquaria and that Empoleon had finished before any of the other Pokemon. William trusted Boo to do his part, to get the baton to where it needed to go, but it had been some time since they had visited the Abandoned Ship, and so he worried. A little.
Go forth, Boo, into the shadows you shall bring light. thought the Golden Knight fervently, doing his best to maintain a positive attitude.
Memory served the Ghost-Type, somewhat. He certainly knew where NOT to look, like too deep or in the top floors. The kitchen was somewhere in the middle, he remembered that much. There were just... a lot of rooms near the middle of the ship. Still, Boo grinned as he dipped into the bowels of the ship, slipping past the wall with ease. Ghost-Types surely were going to be popular in this race, he was sure, as their natural ability to outdo physics and pass through the walls and other objects that filled the Abandoned Ship would outspeed most anything.
The Gengar had dipped into a hallway - as expected. The Abandoned Ship had many a hallway, all filled with a simple quiet, almost eerie, but not. It was nostalgic, the emotions that he felt - as if the ship itself missed the days where it sailed in the sea. That didn't necessarily matter now, however - he had to focus. William and the others depended on him, and he had to rush through the ship to get through everything. He knew the kitchen was somewhere on this floor - lower, he would reach the water, and higher was the deck.
Baton in hand, the Shadow Pokemon peered into the first room he was floating in front of - the benefits of Levitation would be always beautiful. Alas, 'tis but a storeroom, and thus he took his face out and flew back out. He checked the next room to the right, and boy was there a find in this one. He was so tempted to prank the two teenagers who were having some "alone time" in the room, but he knew William would yell at him for wasting time and being rude.
It was nearly so worth it, but with a quick turn, the Ghost-Type flew off to check the other rooms.
William was somewhat annoyed. It was like they changed the Abandoned Ship as a whole. It was a bit frustrating, really, to see all the Pokemon scramble around like lost puppies, trying to find their target. The other two were easy - get from point a to point b, but on this part of the race, it was about wits. Not that he doubted Boo's wits, but it seemed less race-y. Not that it was a bad thing - it allowed for less conventional strategy, something the Golden Knight always appreciated. He just didn't want to waste too much time on the ship - he was behind enough already, in his eyes, and while he was a good sport and knew that participation was most important, he really did want to win. Who could blame him?
Not anyone else in the race, he thought. Quietly, he cheered his Ghost-Type on.
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The Ghost-Type wondered, for a second, if he could remember where the kitchen was, and with a stroke of memory, it came to him - but it was across the room with the teenagers. To scare them. He needed to find a way around.
Aha!
Brilliancy struck the Ghost-Type as he began his move - dipping under the floor, he went underwater. The cool rush of the sea was mostly unfelt by the Ghost-Type, intangible and unbreathing as it dived under the room, only to make a beeline upwards, appearing under the floorboards and phasing through the wood into the kitchen. Looking around, it took a few seconds for the Ghost-Type to find the magnetic strip (in the oven, really). Strapping it onto the baton, the Ghost-Type dived again.
It was a strange feeling, being in the water, but still being intangible. The water techincally consumed Boo, filling every nook and cranny as he flew around, only for the cool feeling to leave his body (or should one say lack of body) entirely as he threw himself upward, arriving at the deck. Now that he could see where was what, not being thrown off by the whacky walls or the winding corridors, the Ghost-Type flew over and out of the ship, carrying the baton.
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William sighed in relief - what with all the shadows and the ghosts and the brouhaha in the Abandoned Ship, he couldn't really tell where or who was what in there. He just hoped that his Gengar would be getting a lead. He was lucky that they were Hoenn natives - it gave them the advantage of remembering things about these landmarks that they were going through. His cheering was now much more physical, with movement and voice. "Leave them in the dust, Boo, go forth!" He exclaimed excitedly, knowing who was next in the Pokemon Leg Race.
Soaring over the rocks, the Ghost-Type saw the next Pokemon in the race of William's. Steady on the rock, the Pokemon roared in greeting as it saw its comrade, Boo snickering as it gave the baton. The 4th roared as it nodded and took the baton into its mouth, hiding it deep so it wouldn't fall or become lost. With a wave and a flip of directions, the Ghost-Type quickly flew back - maybe he could check if Aquaria was better by now.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 2, 2015 8:13:07 GMT -5
The Froslass could only shake her head as she looked down at the Empoleon, who’d decided to take a nap, now that she was passed out on the rocky shores that were near the Abnadoned Ship. With another sigh, she knew she’d have to check on Nixe sooner or later—at least once she made her way back out of the ship, and took a look at the darned thing—where was she even going to begin? Chuckling rather darkly to herself, she then willed herself to become insubstantial, and the baton that now had two markers on it became the “same” as her own form, as she then floated towards the Ship proper.
She could feel…some kind of weird vibes coming from the stick that she was holding in her hands, and then concentrated—and for some reason, was she hearing her mistress’ voice? She then looked down at it rather judgingly, before continuing onwards into the wreckage proper—who knew if the others had already caught up to them at that point.
Izumi then looked around and saw that the “golden boy” was now concentrating rather intensely, but that was that—and so were the others. Wondering if there was something up with them, she then sighed before returning her attention to the Froslass, who had passed through the wall and had found herself in the ship proper. “Okay, Yukiya. Listen to my voice, carefully. We’re looking for a kitchen. Wait, you don’t know what it is… look for a place that has…just float forward. I’ll help guide you around. And don’t look at the shiny things on the floor! That’s just trash!” she thought out loud, looking up at the screen.
The Froslass had phased through the wall and was now in one of the ship’s hallways—but for some reason, it wasn’t straight, it was tilted at an angle. Looking around, there was nothing but rooms—and the stench of something rotting. She then heard Izumi’s voice, seemingly inside her head—but in reality it was coming from the thing in her hands. “Alright, slowly but surely. Let’s look through the rooms in order. Don’t go through the water, though… just look through every place above sea level, okay?” came the voice of her mistress, and then Froslass nodded, before examining the tilt of the hallway. Seeing that there were doors not too far away from where she was, she then immediately floated towards the first one, and then seemingly stuck her head into the rusted door, leaving most of her body outside. “Bah, not there. Try the room behind you,” she heard Izumi’s voice once more; and the Froslass then phased her head out of the door, did an about-face, and then went to the room that was right behind the one she’d just left.
Izumi was secretly thankful that she could keep track of what was going on; and looked up at the screen—her Froslass was now apparently looking through another room; yet this one was full of nothing but discarded papers, among other things… and a lot of trash. “Nope, next,” she muttered audibly, before screwing up her eyes in utter and complete concentration, before returning back to guiding her Froslass through the ship. Even if they had the “I can phase through matter” thing going for them, sometimes they just had a bad sense of direction—that was something she didn’t want to publicize as of the moment. It might blow her chances of winning the race…
The Froslass was now back in the hallway, and made a beeline towards the next two doors it spotted. It also noticed that the hallway was tilting at a slight angle, and was worried—but she simply corrected her flight trajectory and then peeked into the next room, before hearing Izumi’s voice once again echoing from the thing she was holding, “Nope… look in the room opposite you, and if that’s not there, go along the hallway. When I ask you to turn, please turn, okay?” before the voice vanished once again. Knowing that time was of the essence, the Froslass then quickly floated to the other room; but found nothing again. However, instead of following her mistress’ advice she then continued to float into the room—for she had a plan!
After several minutes of phasing and passing through rusted, rotted metal walls, the Froslass then came out at another junction, before looking around—this place had even more rooms, even more places to peek in and snoop about. She could see that there were some remains of junk, and trash, which were littered around the spot, but paid it no heed—twice she’d phased through the same room, only to realize that she was going around in circles! She then heard her mistress’ voice wafting from the thing in her hands, and then held it close—the better to hear what she was saying. “Look around there. Keep going—you’re almost there. I know that there’s a lot of rooms, and things look familiar, but keep searching! We don’t want to fall behind!” before it vanished again, and with a resolve that suddenly ignited her spectral form, she then zipped through the rooms she was searching, looking around quickly but not hearing anything from the stick in her hands.
“Alright, that side’s done, look at the opposite area. We might find it there…” came the voice once again, and the Froslass than extracted herself from the current row of rooms that she was looking through, to appear in another hallway. The Ghost-type then floated towards the row of rooms opposite that which she’d already checked and began flitting through the metal—hearing the voice of her mistress issuing from the weird stick all the while. “No… definitely not there… eww, what’s that, a nest of cockroaches?! Get out of there fast!” she said in succession as the Froslass continued to look through rooms, and finally coming out of the opposite end, before floating back down to the deck.
Now that they were in another hallway, the Froslass looked around, feeling quite frantic—what if she was dead last again? Would she make it?! She then saw that there were several rooms with gaping doors—they were all open, and with some encouraging voices coming from the weird thing she was holding, was spurred on to search.
“Nope… it’s not there… wait, stop. Wait. Right there,” she said, suddenly opening her eyes and then visualizing the entire room that her Froslass was currently in. “Look around slowly… slowly… THERE! You see that weird tray?! Get near it, girl… that’s it, that’s it now… YES!” she shouted out the last part out loud, before suddenly realizing that she was getting all weird and twitchy around the other contestants. “Alright, girl, get out of that ship! I don’t care how you’ll get out, just go, go, go!” she continued to mutter, screwing up her mind in utter concentration.
The Froslass was spurred on by her mistress’ instructions, and after finally coming to a stop, and hovering near a weird looking tray—she heard a loud, distinct, clinking noise—and knew that whatever she was supposed to look for had been found! Now that she was free to float through the entire thing,s he did just that—phasing and passing through rooms, rooms, and even more rooms—and in some cases coming out in underwater rooms; before veering up sharply and literally phasing through more and more rooms as she went straight up like an arrow. After what felt like an eternity; the gloomy space was replaced by a sudden explosion of sunshine—she’d literally floated through the top and was now hovering above the ship—which was now listing at an angle!
She heard her voice once more from the weird metallic stick, screaming encouragement on (and to pass the weird thing to Yuya—or was it Kei now? The Froslass never knew), and she continued to hover downwards—towards a series of battered-looking rocks, where an anxious-looking Swampert was now waiting for her to approach. Seeing that the Swampert was pretty psyched up, the Froslass then flung the metallic stick at her waiting companion, and the Swampert then crouched down, before leaping up and snagging the thing right in the mouth! She knew that swimming with it in one hand would be a bit of a bother, but eh, she had other things to deal with—like the currents that were swirling along her stretch. That, plus she needed her hands free in order to fling debris aside—if ever she came across one in the surf!
