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-Looks at the Drapion-
I think he's stirring.
-Looks over at the Steelix-
Can someone ball those worms?
-Follows after Wolf-
-tosses Ultra Balls at to of the Steelix-
Hmm...hopefully the Drapion will have something useful to say.
edited 19th Aug '11 10:16:17 PM by memyselfandI2
I can show you around tomorrow, but for now... -heads down the hall, and goes to the door across from Crewe's- This can be your room. Crewe is across the hall, and I'm right around the corner, if you need anything.
-Has followed after Wolf as well-
...What about me?
edited 19th Aug '11 10:10:00 PM by stargirl93
-I enter my room-
No... this feels like I'm locked up again... Just relax, Anom. Just lay down and sleep.
-I do so, but am unable to sleep-
I had a Drapion once. She's dead now. I wonder if the same thing will happen to this Drapion...
You can take the room next to Crewe's, Star.
-sees Anom is uncomfortable- You okay?
...I can't do this. I can't. Wolf...
-Describes to him in brief about being locked up-
...I'll tell more tomorrow...
-Captures the Druddigon, one of the Steelix, and one of the Ninjask-
"... I just hope that I'm not wrong about these guys... Also, remind me to bleach the spot wherever your Hydreigon is taking care of that Typhlosion, Dr. Tagg..."
Oh. Oh wow. Uh... Okay. A submarine is probably not the best place for you right now. Do you want to stay with me? Or Blue? His room is a little less like a cell and a little more like home than mine.
Steven's is even more so, but he doesn't really let people in there.
I barely know Blue, though...
-The Drapion comes to, aching all over from where it was hit by everymon's attacks-
Ohhh...what hit me? I feel like I got run over by a truck...wait, scratch that. A truck wouldn't hurt this much.
-it attempts to stretch, and finds that its arms and tail have all been tied together behind its back-
Drapion: <Ah!> -attempts to break out of the bonds, but can't- Oh no... <Please don't kill me...>
edited 19th Aug '11 10:27:50 PM by memyselfandI2
You can stay with me if you want. I just thought I'd warn you that my room is pretty much the same as this one. The only real differences are a bookshelf, a laptop, and me.
That will do. My cell had nothing like that in it. All it had was a toilet.
-Is planning chess strategies in my head-
-realizes I never showed Crewe the head-
Okay, you can stay with me.
We won't kill you, we're just interested in learning information.
Hydreigon: -Comes back quietly after finishing her meal-
I don't have any belongings other than the clothes on my back and some Pokemon, by the way...
Drapion: <I-information? I don't know that much, but I'll tell you anything I can...>
-gulps noticeably at Hydreigon's return from the alleyway-
-a Portal to PEFE is setup in the basement-
Tangent: Kurt! How long has it been... remember me? Tangent?
Kurt: Hmm? Let me see... Oh, you were that shutterbug fella! Not sure why you're calling up an old coot like me. Back when I could keep a camera steady, they used film! None of these bite things.
Tangent: Heh. We knew each other a bit better, in another timeline... but anyhow. One reason is simple survival- the army swarming in has shown a strong... distaste... for any spare Pokéballs hanging around. And you being a famous artisan...
Kurt: Just keep talking...
Tangent: Simple. This army of Pokémon is trying to cut off any resistor's access to Pokéballs. And for good reason! Considering the Vow and such...
So, strategy suggests we try to reverse this denial. Produce Pokéballs here at PEFE, for distribution in the trenches. Somebody experienced with the concept would be welcome to oversee production, even if the units are not quite up to craftsmen standards.
Kurt: So, you're asking me to whip a bunch of whippersnappers into producing hundreds or thousands of Pokéballs?
Tangent: In a day's time. With robot help, at least.
Well... in the words of the youth, I guess...
-2 minutes ago-
-The mons that have been travelling with me have finally come downstairs-
<Zoe: "Is everything okay?">
<Iron Marrow: "Wait, what on earth is that noise?">
-Notices that Hydreigon is not present with Tagg's Pokemon-
<Nadia: "Ugh... She'd better not be doing what I think she's doing...">
<Toothless: "To be fair, I think that one of those Pokemon died... We do need to get rid of all trace of their ever coming here... Besides, are you really objecting to who she's eating?">
<Nadia: "No... And I guess that if she weren't here, I'd suck it up and do her job... That doesn't make the fact that she's doing this in Tracer's HOUSE any less comfortable...">
-On an expanse overlooking Azalea Town-
<Garchomp: "I don't understand, General. Why aren't we applying the same strategy that we used in Goldenrod to take this settlement?">
<Serperior: "Because this settlement is several orders of magnitude smaller than Goldenrod. The benefits of subjecting it to the same strategy that we employed to take Goldenrod will be much less than the costs of having to repair the damage on behalf of our lords.">
<Garchomp: "So then what is our strategy?">
<Serperior: "Neutralize the Pokecenter and police stations, secure all communications facilities within the town more relevant than a pay phone, and get the patrols into place.">
<Garchomp: "Shall I give the orders to march, sir?">
<Serperior: "You may.">
edited 19th Aug '11 10:47:57 PM by TracerBullet
We probably won't be on the sub for very long. We've got work to do. This is mostly just a checkpoint for us, although Steven does live here.
Which is to say, it doesn't really matter that you don't have much.
Okay, then. I actually like this sub... I just don't want to sleep alone in a fairly small room.
Where do I sleep?
I understand that most submarines have an economy of space, so there really aren't any "single rooms". Was I wrong in that assessment? When I said bunks, I meant actual bunk beds.
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