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 Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 1:24 pm
 Exactly what you'd think it to be. These are nothing more than
the arduously lengthy halls of the Team Void Headquarters,
which connect to practically every room and chamber on the entire ship.
Most of what you see would be a window-wall on one side—which
overlooks all of the Unova region below—and a metal wall on the other
side, with doors leading to the room(s) of your choice.
Naturally, this isn't all just one level. There are
staircases and elevators, too, to make moving
about much easier for everyone. ...Well, to some
extent.
Don't be fooled by how nice this looks; the
Grunts and Commanders that walk through
the halls make it a much scarier environment.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 4:03 pm
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My life is a musical~.
I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show.
I hide backstage, and keep the curtains closed.
'Cuz I'm scared. I~I'm scared.
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the words they like,
But I don't recognize the girl that I face each night.
I can compromise, 'til I'm convinced it's r~i~i~ight.
Time was completely disregarded when the Sinnoh Region Champion made her roundabout through the halls onboard that dreaded ship in the sky. Her face was slightly contorted with hate, eyes furrowed, bottom lip bit in contemplation. Those that walked by her noticed her visible eye was glazed over, drained of its usual vibrancy and liveliness. Inside, she was beating herself up. She hated Team Void, hated her history, hated corrupted souls, hated her incompetence. Most of all, she hated herself, for not having stepped in to protect Zoro from that Hyper Beam. She hated herself...for not having asked for the truth sooner.
There came a point when Whinter marched into a much livelier looking hall, sleek white with window-walls like the rest, but it had shrubbery and benches for some odd reason. Then again, everything in that place was odd. Finding an open spot, She glided towards the glass surface, peering through and to the mass of clouds out there in the open blue sky. If only humans could function like Pokemon... She would've used Close Combat and jumped out, before using Aerial Ace to fly through the air and find Dawn.
...Dawn.
Where was she? Whinter could remember so clearly, like it was almost minutes before. She had called out for help, cried for someone to potentially rescue her, when all seemed lost for her. But her sister never showed up. Why? What happened? Did Team Void capture her, too? Or... No, the young adult reasoned with herself, pressing a charred palm against the window. She'd never do that. M-maybe she just ran to get help... Yeah, that's it. She just went to get help, and didn't make it back in...time... Who was she kidding. Maybe that Kanto-brand archaeologist really did run and ditch. The idea alone pierced through all others she could've conjured, ruined the very concept that rescue would arrive at any minute. Whinter had only known of Team Void's existence for twelve hours by then—the airship might be a labyrinth she'd never escape from.
"Damn it, Arceus," she cursed under her breath, smacking the side of her fist against the iron-plated glass. "What the hell was I trying to prove back there? That no one could tear me down?" It was something painful to theorize, but it seemed logical that the Void would try to do just that. Whinter shook her head and stuffed one hand into her jacket pocket, clutching at something inside, though it was an undistinguishable item to the human eye. "Tch. I didn't strike back hard enough. If I had..." Her head hung low, and her bangs fully covered her face then, hiding the pained look of sadness in her eyes. She stopped muttering things to herself then, zoning out into that dream world called her imagination. In all honesty, her mind was an Arctic-like landscape, nothing but falling snow and bad memories. Whinter wanted so badly to change that, to make it better—to make it melt into bliss and happiness.
But what moron could convince her to open up her heart?
{{OOC: I assume "Damn it Arceus" is the Pokemon version of "God dammit." XD }}W H A T__H A P P E N E D__T O__T H E__G I R L
W h o__c o u l d__o v e r l o o k__t h e__w o r l d ?
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t o__w h a t__t h e__o t h e r__p e o p l e__s a w
W h a t__h a p p e n e d__t o__t h e__d r e a m
o f__r e j e c t i n g__t h e__r o u t i n e ?
'Cause They Never Worked for Me
"Theatre" by Icon for Hire
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Ӎѻѻδ ❅ Angered > Guilt-Wrenched
Ƚѻҁα†ɨѻη ❅ Team Void HQ | Some Hallway
Ҏђyϛɨҁαʅ Ҥϵαʅ†ђ ❅ Very Slowly Recovering
Tђѻʊgђ†ϛ ❅ "I'm starting to regret coming here in the first place." They say all the world's a stage.
Rewriting your identity is all the ra~age.
Well, next act, please. I'd like a change.
I don't really like pretending this way. ╬══════════════════
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DevilLordex13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:10 am
"We must save him... Mystic
and
Goth A light forms near Whinter as both Goth and Mystic teleport next to her. The Gardivoir and Gothitelle bow slightly to her and raise back up. They tilt there head as the wonder if everything is okay. Goth lets out a breathe like she was holding it and her eyes glow trying to form a link into Whinter's mind without scaring her. A calm feminine voice enters Whinter's mind speaking to her. "Greetings Miss. My name is Goth and this is Mystic. Goth motions one of her hands to Mystic who gave a slight wave. Our trainer asked us to accompany you so you do not get lost or in danger. We hope we do not bother you and ask us anything and we shall help." Goth cuts the link off and gives a slight bow with her head as she waits for Whinter to make a move. for if we don't he might be lost forever..." OOC: Meh more or less XD hope you liked the idea of communication t.t
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:58 am
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It's in your eyes, a color fadin' out.
Looks like...a new transitio-on.
It's starting up, and shaking your ground...
Turnin' your head to see a new day calli-in'.
I'm lookin' for your hand in the rough...
You're caught in the wi-ire,
So I'll life you u-up...
Whinter would admit, the first thing she'd expect was the Duke of the Killjoys himself to suddenly appear in the hallway behind her like an Abra or something of that nature. Instead, she whirled around to find two Pokemon standing before her, a Gardevoir and Gothitelle. The Gardevoir, she'd seen before, standing beside a Gallade. The Gothitelle, on the other hand, was new, and looked more like a Dark-type than a Psychic-type. Either way, her eyebrows furrowed, suspecting some kind of restraint from them. Instead, new thoughts entered her consciousness, and she blinked in surprise, unknowing to the fact that Pokemon could use telepathy.
It took her a second to let it all sink in. In less than two hours, she'd been surrounded by Grunts, faced by possibly a bounty hunter with a rabid blue Magikarp, had her Pokemon subdued and wounded, and worst of all, kidnapped, with the oncoming message that she wouldn't find a way out anytime soon. So little time, so much information. It was making her head hurt just thinking about it. That aside, Whinter breathed a heavy sigh and looked to her right, spotting a bench that she proceeded to slump down on. When they insisted on assisting her, she simply gave them a look—a mixture of distrust and curiosity. "Anything?" she reiterated, crossing her arms over her chest. "In that case, how about some answers? I don't know why I'm here, or why the head honcho wants me here. Just find someone who can tell me. That's all I ask." There was nothing more for the Champion to say, as she swiveled herself around on the bench and went to staring out the window again, leaning her head on her charred hand, still causing her some degree of pain. Blasted Houndoom... They wouldn't notice she'd been burned, but someone else was bound to take note of it eventually.
L E A N I N G__O N__T H E__A C T I O N
C a u g h t__i n__a__c e l l p h o n e ' s__r a y s
B l e e d i n g__o n__t h e__s o f a
s t a r i n g__a t__h e r__w a i s t l i n e
H e ' s__c o m i n '__a n d__s h e__k n o w s__i t
E v e n__t h o u g h__s h e__k n o w s__w h y
F o o t s t e p s__i n__t h e__h a l w a y . . .
Girl you haven't got time
"Witchcraft" by Pendulum
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Ӎѻѻδ ❅ Angered > Guilt-Wrenched
Ƚѻҁα†ɨѻη ❅ Team Void HQ | Some Hallway
Ҏђyϛɨҁαʅ Ҥϵαʅ†ђ ❅ Very Slowly Recovering
Tђѻʊgђ†ϛ ❅ "Advantages, advantages." {{OOC: Devi, would you mind messaging Raine to come post in the guild ASAP? It's been a while, to be honest... }}Darkness in the bedroom.
Maybe she's resting up.
I can't hear her breathing...
Something doesn't seem right.
Killer in the hallway!
We're livin' on a set time!
WE GOTTA GET O-O-OUT,
GO FAR AWA-A-AY! ╬══════════════════
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DevilLordex13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 11:29 am
"We must save him... Mystic
and
Goth They calmly watch as Whinter sits down and tries to relax and then Whinter asked them a simple question. Mystic and Goth do just what there trainer does. Show no emotion and get ready to answer and work toward anything. Mystic calmly walks over to Whinter and sits right next to her. Goth walks over and leans ageist a wall right next to Whinter and she looks outside as if she was longing for something with her eyes. Goth's eyes calmly glow and she talks to Whinter again this time her voice showing no emotion. "My answer will be one you must understand first. We five...Mystic, Gem, Magic, Blade and myself have been raised to listen and follow orders only. We were all raised as such. No emotion should be shown. No emotions toward anything. Nothing of the sort. Be alive...but be dead. As such we only know what we need to know. So my answer to you is this Miss. Whinter. We know not for why you are here...Not even Blade knows why you are here...Only those that the Prince of the Void has told know of his plans...Not even Blade knows all of them...I am sorry if this Answer doesn't satisfy you..." Goth calmly ends the link there and stares out the window. Mystic shifts in her seat but otherwise does nothing else. for if we don't he might be lost forever..." OOC: Done ^^ anything else????
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 8:17 am
  There was a long period of silence where no response was given before the sound of someone's footsteps echoed down the halls. Around the corner, the edges of a purple cloak seeped out from the side of the wall. It was a large mass of darkness, contrasting against the light pooling through the bulletproof windows of the ship. The figure took form as it came closer. It was the silhouette of The Prince. "What are you doing out here instead of in your suite?" He inquired as he came close enough into her earshot. The hood had been pulled back over his head so that his eyes were concealed beneath a shadow and a large tuft of red hair. His lips were bent into that same bland frown that he always decided to wear. "I specifically requested that you do not leave those premises."
He slowly looked down to the two Pokemon on the floor and realized that they had been sent out by Blade. At least the man had the decency to keep an eye on her. Had he not the Prince would've been furious, thus resulting in a large amount of additional stress for everyone. He glanced back up to the Champion of the Sinnoh Region and raised an eyebrow- expecting a very good answer even though he could already make several educated guesses as to why. "Well?" ══════════════════════
L O C A T I O N ⋙ Corridors of the Team Void ship
M O O D ⋙ Annoyed
T H O U G H T S ⋙ "What is she doing outside of her room? She's probably being defiant again…."
O O C ⋙ Heavens to Betsy
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:56 am
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It's in your eyes, a color fadin' out.
Looks like...a new transitio-on.
It's starting up, and shaking your ground...
Turnin' your head to see a new day calli-in'.
I'm lookin' for your hand in the rough...
You're caught in the wi-ire,
So I'll lift you u-up...
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 1:52 pm
"We must save him... Mystic
and
Goth The moment his voice is heard both Goth and Mystic raise up and bow low to the prince. Goth gives the prince a small quick link and fills him in on everything that has transpired since his absence. Once done she immediately cuts the link so as to not bother the Prince with her presence. They await what the Prince will do. for if we don't he might be lost forever..."
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DevilLordex13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 7:16 am
The Prince felt almost amused. He had seen the startle in her eyes, the quick quip of terror that dominated her expression for a few second before fading into nothingness. He began to wonder what about him scared the others. It couldn't have been his appearance as he really did not have anything on him abnormal or inhuman. His manner of dressing certainly would be considered more noble and flashy than dark and scary. Was it the way in which he wore his cowl? It was designed to conceal his identity, though his red hair often gave a very good hint as to what he looked like. Perhaps it was his presence alone, the fact that this one individual person controlled an empire of a team. With the lift of a single finger, he could have a whole army bow at his feet. With but the softest utter of a command, he could have all of his whims satisfied. Perhaps that was why everyone was so afraid of him. That's just how he liked it.
"In most cases I would deny you an answer…" The Prince began as he too glanced out the window, "-but it wouldn't change anything if you knew anyways." He responded as he gave a quick look to the two Pokemon. With the nod of his head, he dismissed them. They could stay if they wished or they were absolutely free to return to their master if they saw fit. The nod could've well also been construed as a summon for Blade, but The Prince did not clarify and he simply gazed upon the sky again. "You're here because I needed you and your Pokemon. You see, a lot of your Pokemon are a tad bit rarer than some of the others. They have been trained specially to meet your battling style. They have managed to beat the Elite Four and several other trainers. Because of this, I am going to need them for Team Void. Think of it as a special recruitment. Of course, you would also be welcomed to join us- but I doubt you'd have any interest." He said with a voice about as lively as a zombie's.
"I've been watching you for some time- Champion of the Sinnoh." The Prince began, sighing softly as if already bored with the conversation. "We needed someone like you on the team -more so than the others- for reasons I shan't explain." He finally pried himself away from the window and glared towards her. Even if she couldn't see his eyes it was likely she could probably feel his gaze digging into her very soul. "I am capable of healing that ailment, Miss Whinter. I have the technology and the means of helping you be able to see again. By denying this offer to call off your opposition and joining the team to make your Pokemon more useful in the field… you make Team Void your enemy and you lose the chance to see again. Imagine how impactful it would be for you to see your loved ones again. To know what they look like in their entirety, not just a hazy outline.
You wouldn't have to be so dependent on others."
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L O C A T I O N ⋙ Corridors of the Team Void ship
M O O D ⋙ Annoyed
T H O U G H T S ⋙ "What is she doing outside of her room? She's probably being defiant again…."
O O C ⋙ Heavens to Betsy
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 1:59 pm
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It's in your eyes, a color fadin' out.
Looks like...a new transitio-on.
It's starting up, and shaking your ground...
Turnin' your head to see a new day calli-in'.
I'm lookin' for your hand in the rough...
You're caught in the wi-ire,
So I'll lift you u-up...
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 5:09 am
L O C A T I O N ⋙ Team Void Corridors
M O O D ⋙ Content
T H O U G H T S ⋙ "..."
O O C ⋙ Oh boy
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The Prince simply quirked a hidden eyebrow when she smeared blood across her forehead. Obviously his inferiors had failed to give her the proper medical treatment to at least have her injuries healed before she decided to walk around the ship. He bent his lips backwards into an askew frown as she continued to speak, his blank expression giving Whinter nothing to work with.
'She doesn't want to change…' He thought to himself. How could someone be so content with the system that they wouldn't want to deviate away from it? How could someone find themselves happy fixated only at a Champion level? There were so many achievements she could strive to reach, yet she was happy where she was. This baffled the Prince. Thankfully she couldn't see his eyes or else she'd be able to detect his confusion. 'How can she feel content with the fact that she can never gaze upon those she loves… to know what they look like. Well- to each their own. I've made my offer. Her fate lies in her own hands… her own decision.' The Prince studied her visage before gesturing a finger for her to follow him.
"Come with me. We're going to treat your injuries." He said, making it sound more like a command than an actual suggestion. It wasn't like she had much of a choice anyways, the guards would be brought to escort her if she dared to refuse. As the two walked he made sure to walk two feet in front of her, keeping his expression concealed. "You say you don't agree with this Team's ideas…" He began after a moment of silence, "What is it about this team that you find so unbecoming? We've done nothing but improve the evolutions of Pokemon- expanding the possibilities… We free them from their confines and grant them the power worthy of a Pokemon."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 11:05 am
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It's in your eyes, a color fadin' out.
Looks like...a new transitio-on.
It's starting up, and shaking your ground...
Turnin' your head to see a new day calli-in'.
I'm lookin' for your hand in the rough...
You're caught in the wi-ire,
So I'll lift you u-up...
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:06 pm
L O C A T I O N ⋙ Team Void Corridors
M O O D ⋙ Content
T H O U G H T S ⋙ "..."
O O C ⋙ Oh boy
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The Prince listened to her as she spoke, not bothering to interrupt with a single word. He only heeded to what his thoughts had formulated as a response. 'She obviously doesn't understand the concept of the project then.' He muttered beneath his breath as he stopped halfway down the hallway and turned to her. "We don't just slap together a sloppy concoction and refer to it as a masterpiece. There is a difference between us and a developing abstract artist. There is much more behind this than you may assume. We don't carve off the leg of a Dragonite and sew it onto a Flygon. There is an actual process behind it. Consider it as finding another formula in order to create the same solution. All we do is alter a few of the factors in the genes and the coding of the actual Pokemon, and using very special cell reconfiguration methods we completely alter the appearance of the Pokemon. The mindset of the Pokemon is not changed. We take the more favorable mindset between the two Pokemon and have that be the dominating mindset. The less useful of the mindsets is discarded and erased. Prior versions of the project involved merging together the mindsets but that resulted in…"
The Prince paused as the flashback involving the odd monster of a Pokemon his father once unleashed upon him and his Houndour suddenly pulsated throughout his mind. The corner of his mouth twitched and he quickly averted the topic.
"It was not the direction we needed to go in- put it that way." He said as he continued walking. His purple cloak swayed behind him like gently flapping wings of some majestic beast. The shade contrasted against the white of the wall like a lurking shadow. "Cerebrus is not to be touched and that is because she is already perfect. There is not a single alteration in the world I could possibly imagine that would improve her performance. That is my reasoning. It is why she was able to easily take down your Zoroark. We're going to fix that problem."
He stopped just in front of the medical door, but before pressing the button he turned to Whinter. "Ah yes- I had forgotten to mention." The Prince said as he pulled out a harshly folded blueprint of a fused Pokemon. "We are currently in the process of transferring your Zoroark to the lab for performance improvement. We believed that blending it with the DNA of a Lucario would likely enhance the abilities. Of course, the mindset of the Lucario would be discarded, thus keeping the mindset of your Pokemon as the dominant one. I guess I had forgotten to mention that little detail." His lips bent into a wry smile as he pressed a hand onto the door, which hissed aside and revealed the medical bay where Whinter was to be treated.
"You should be thanking us. Your Pokemon will be more powerful than ever as soon as the experiment starts."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 4:44 pm
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It's in your eyes, a color fadin' out.
Looks like...a new transitio-on.
It's starting up, and shaking your ground...
Turnin' your head to see a new day calli-in'.
I'm lookin' for your hand in the rough...
You're caught in the wi-ire,
So I'll lift you u-up...
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