#vericheldes

michael goes to eat at the knockoff mcdonalds

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The young scientist tapped his foot impatiently as the waiting tone from his phone got more annoying after each beep. Kotan fidgeted nervously next to him, scratching his head at the damage.

“Hello, you have reached your Venus! Everyone’s Venus- That’s me! I can’t come to th-”

He scowled, slamming the flip-phone shut. She couldn’t keep that Arceus damned schtick to the public TVs? He shook his head, prying his phone open again and punching in Venus’ number.

“Master Ein, you’ve called three times now. I don’t think shes’-” “Yes she is.” Ein stretched his lips, hands gesturing towards the fissure now separating his lab from the subway, smoke and sulfur still fresh to the nose. “The bitch blew a hole in my lab, if I need to strangle the answers out of her I wi-”

He stopped mid sentence when he heard scratching from the other line.

“Y-yes, um-- hello?” “Venus.” “Oh! Um-- Oh dear-- Ein!”

Ein frowned, hearing through her perfunctory cheerfulness.

“Ein, dear, what a pleasant surprise!” “Spare me the pleasantries.” Ein cut his fellow admin off curtly, “When did you plan telling me you and your cronies blew a hole in my lab?”

He listened as she stumbled through her words, “Wh-What are you talking about?”

“Stop playing coy, Venus- I am not in the mood. Get over here where I can see you.” “Ein, what do you mean-- I’m still in the Under!” “Venus, I can see the subway through the door. You are the one with the Subway key.” His brows furrowed in his exasperation, “Do not. Toy with me- Why is there a hole in the lab.”

“Ein what are you saying? The Subway is... Th-The subway is... Oh... O-One moment please.“

Ein paused, listening in to the panicked background noise of the phone call. A moment passed before he blinked ever so slowly. “Venus...” His voice lowered to a growl, “Where is the Subway key?”

“Ein.” Venus squeaked sheepishly, “Ein, I’m sorry I don’t--”

“You don’t what?” He began to seethe through his teeth, the phone threatening to crack in his grip.

The pause that followed was not comforting in the slightest.

“Ein, I’m sorry I don’t have the key!” She sounded on the verge of tears, “Th-th-that Wes kid and his little shadow girl-- They found us. Ein please, believe us when I say we tried! We tried so hard!” She let out a small hiccup between her tears, “We were no match, Ein! I had to run, there was nothing I could do!” Her blubbering only agitated the scientist, as he slowly started to realize just how dire the situation had turned.

“No match?!” Ein struggled to keep his composure, “Even with the possibility of Dakims Entei on his team, you had a goddamned Suicine, Venus! How is the brat still running loose?! Are you that incompetent th-” He stopped dead in his tracks when the thought hit him.

No.

She didn’t...

“Where is the Suicune?” There was no answer. “Venus.” He hissed, threatening to strangle her, were she there in front him. “Where. Is. The Suicune?”

“Ein I’m sorry! The Suicune-- it’s... The Suicunes...” The young woman was bawling. Ein shook in his fury. She needn’t say more.

“INCOMPETENT. WORTHLESS. ALL OF YOU.”

Kotan nearly lept out of his skin when he heard the unexpected outburst from the Lab Chief, barely dodging the phone he chucked at the wall.

“Kotan,” Eins voice snapped like a whip, Kotan staggered backwards a bit. “Gather the employees. I want this lab completely empty within the hour. All data deleted, every single piece of equipment wiped clean-- Delete System 32 if you need to- I do not care.” Ein made a rush for his quarters, Kotan barely keeping up, “I’ll inform Nascour that we’re migrating the shadow Pokemon to the Realgam Tower-- whether construction is finished or not. If-- When that brat shows up, you sound the damn alarm.” “Master Ein, what are you doing?” Ein glared at his second in command, still unable to hide the rage behind that blank face. 

Pyrite was... still a place of thugs and questionable people. Really, despite the passing of time, not much had changed about the sleazy town and Michael doubted it would change.

The nice thing about the town though was that trainer battles were never in short supply. And that meant that training Rocky was going smoothly. The Aron had been holding his own well in battles, depending less and less on Pop Tart. By the time he’d battled every trainer in the square, the steel type had been getting to a point of nearly taking down Pokemon himself.

Nearly having his glasses eaten though was a sign that Rocky probably needed to eat. After chatting with Duking he planned to head back home, but those plans changed when after talking he noticed Rocky had run off.

And thus he found himself wandering some of the lesser known areas of Pyrite, places he hadn’t ever ventured to during his journey. Searching the rest of the town had been fruitless and it was only by luck he met someone that mentioned someplace called the Under. With how long it had been abandoned... Well, it was fairly creepy and had his skin crawling a bit with how empty it seemed.

Really, why had the Aron run off here?

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          {♙♔ } ℋe could have fought. He could already feel the sparks dancing between his fingertips, ready to converge into a deadly bolt. 

          It was just a reflex. 

          With a single thought, his magic dissipated, leaving him vulnerable- defenseless. He’d already accepted death.

          When the tide of battle had turned against them, he stood, doing nothing while his own kin were cut down like animals. And yet, despite his betrayal, Arvaarad had shielded him from every arrow, fought like a madman to whittle down the enemy’s numbers until only their leader remained.

          And at the end, when the man had charged at him with his sword extended, Arvaarad had shielded him from that, too- his own body blocking the blow and providing him with just enough time to slam his spear into the human’s stomach.

          A long an arduous battle- all to protect him. Something... didn’t feel right about that, though for what reason, he couldn’t say. It was an uneasy thought, one that ate away at him until he moved and remembered the fresh welts on his back. Then all was as it should have been.

          Saarebas couldn’t understand the human, but it hardly mattered. he could kill him if he liked, since he was a dead man anyways. Even if he returned to Par Vollen, he would be executed on the spot.