Post by Cornelius Clarent on Mar 19, 2012 0:13:18 GMT -5
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Cornelius C. Clarent
There isn’t one thing that is useless - - - - -
The darkness of the Underground Tunnels - or, to go by their popular nickname, The Catacombs - swarmed around three travelers like a living being as they descended into their crypt-like depths, only held off from consuming the trio completely by a single beam of light cast by the flashlight in the sole human of the group’s gloved hand. Excitement trilled through Cornelius's body like electricity as he, rendering his booted footfalls unnaturally bouncy and giddy in the tunnels’ gloom. Today’s venture into the dim unknown was a special one, an excursion that the librarian planned for weeks ahead in anticipation, and with good reason. After all it was just plain foolish to waltz into a Pokémon infested and, if rumors were to be believed, genuinely haunted area without some kind of perpetration. In the brunette’s case, that meant bringing both his camera, which was looped carefully around his neck, and a small handheld recording device, one currently stashed in a small inner pocket of his vest. The purpose of the first of these was, of course, to catch any possible images of human ghosts on film to add to his collection of supposed ghost photographs, while the latter could supposedly record the voices of spirits that humans might not be able to hear with the naked ear. As for the Pokémon side of the equation, well, he had his two trusty partners to deal with any trouble they might encounter from the wild creatures that made their homes in this sprawling labyrinth, along with several Pokéballs just in case he should come across something interesting that he might want to keep.
...speaking of his partners, one was digging her claws into his shoulder with such terrified enthusiasm that he was afraid she was going to stain the green fabric of his vest red with blood. Wincing, Niels gently tapped the Meowth on her shoulder with his free hand and was not surprised when she flinched at the contact and clutched at him harder, drawing a hiss of breath from her trainer before she seemed to realize it was just him. “Would you mind easing up on the claws a little, Bell?” The young man asked with pained chuckle, nudging at one of her paws.
The Meowth sheepishly relaxed her hold, but she refused to vacate her human’s shoulder, muttering a string of uneasy meows under her breath followed by a louder protest. “Meow meooow.” I don’t see why you had to drag me along on this crazy trip when you have that guy with you! The catlike Pokémon shot a cautious glance behind her to indicate just who she meant by “that guy,” though her trainer obviously could not understand exactly what she was saying. Lagging a few feet behind them and nearly completely invisible in the dark but for the glint of his unusual silver mask, a shiny Yamask floated along silently, somehow appearing hunched over even while suspended in mid air. As far as Bell was concerned his shiny-ness did nothing to subtract from his natural eeriness as a ghost-type. Just looking at the creepy apparition send a shiver down her spine and she had to fight the urge to hiss back at the hovering creature in her unease. Why was Niels so captivated by the Yamask anyway? He was a mix of terrifying and gloomy, the latter of which only served to highlight the former. Not a day went by that he did not spend the day curled up in the corner somewhere just staring down at his mask, his body shaking with sobs that she tried not to hear. But Niels was a strange fellow and had been ever since she ended up in his care two years ago, so the fact that he actually enjoyed the freaky ghost-type hanging around was not as much of a shock as she wished it was.
As much as her ghostly teammate creeped her out, the fact that Niels was searching the city’s bone-chilling underground mausoleum in search of more ghosts was even worse. Just thinking about how the apartment would be if her trainer had his way - full of ghosts jumping out of shadows to startle her at all hours of the day - made her skin crawl under its coat of soft cream fur. Ugh, if only she knew Bite, then she could teach those freaks not to mess with her. For the moment, though, she would have to be content with staying out of the action when ghosts were involved. Instead she tried to focus on anything but how eerie it was down here with Imhotep and Arceus-knows-what else trailing them in the shadows, such as the cheery tune her trainer was humming as he strolled along.
Unbeknownst to Bell, Niels did in fact realize just how uncomfortable she was with the entire situation, but there was little he could do to put her at ease; if he returned her to her Pokéball, he would be out of luck if they ran into something normal-typed that Imhotep could not hit. Conversely, he had to have Imhotep on hand when ghost-hunting when Bell’s claws would do nothing against the ephemeral creatures. Whether the Meowth wanted to admit it or not, the two of them complimented each other as a team, at least for the moment. Maybe I should take her out on her own sometime, find somewhere ghost-free where she can play a little. He thought, giving her a comforting stroke behind one of her dark-furred ears and receiving a weak purr in return. Leaving Imhotep out of anything made him feel guilty but at the same time Bell was rarely happy when the ghost was out and about.
“Oh well, such are the troubles of a trainer.” He commented to no one in particular as he continued down the tunnel and into the deeper darkness, turning his attention from his team’s troubles and back to the mystery of what lie ahead. Oh, how he hoped right down to his bones that it would be something ghostly or, failing that, something interesting!
...speaking of his partners, one was digging her claws into his shoulder with such terrified enthusiasm that he was afraid she was going to stain the green fabric of his vest red with blood. Wincing, Niels gently tapped the Meowth on her shoulder with his free hand and was not surprised when she flinched at the contact and clutched at him harder, drawing a hiss of breath from her trainer before she seemed to realize it was just him. “Would you mind easing up on the claws a little, Bell?” The young man asked with pained chuckle, nudging at one of her paws.
The Meowth sheepishly relaxed her hold, but she refused to vacate her human’s shoulder, muttering a string of uneasy meows under her breath followed by a louder protest. “Meow meooow.” I don’t see why you had to drag me along on this crazy trip when you have that guy with you! The catlike Pokémon shot a cautious glance behind her to indicate just who she meant by “that guy,” though her trainer obviously could not understand exactly what she was saying. Lagging a few feet behind them and nearly completely invisible in the dark but for the glint of his unusual silver mask, a shiny Yamask floated along silently, somehow appearing hunched over even while suspended in mid air. As far as Bell was concerned his shiny-ness did nothing to subtract from his natural eeriness as a ghost-type. Just looking at the creepy apparition send a shiver down her spine and she had to fight the urge to hiss back at the hovering creature in her unease. Why was Niels so captivated by the Yamask anyway? He was a mix of terrifying and gloomy, the latter of which only served to highlight the former. Not a day went by that he did not spend the day curled up in the corner somewhere just staring down at his mask, his body shaking with sobs that she tried not to hear. But Niels was a strange fellow and had been ever since she ended up in his care two years ago, so the fact that he actually enjoyed the freaky ghost-type hanging around was not as much of a shock as she wished it was.
As much as her ghostly teammate creeped her out, the fact that Niels was searching the city’s bone-chilling underground mausoleum in search of more ghosts was even worse. Just thinking about how the apartment would be if her trainer had his way - full of ghosts jumping out of shadows to startle her at all hours of the day - made her skin crawl under its coat of soft cream fur. Ugh, if only she knew Bite, then she could teach those freaks not to mess with her. For the moment, though, she would have to be content with staying out of the action when ghosts were involved. Instead she tried to focus on anything but how eerie it was down here with Imhotep and Arceus-knows-what else trailing them in the shadows, such as the cheery tune her trainer was humming as he strolled along.
Unbeknownst to Bell, Niels did in fact realize just how uncomfortable she was with the entire situation, but there was little he could do to put her at ease; if he returned her to her Pokéball, he would be out of luck if they ran into something normal-typed that Imhotep could not hit. Conversely, he had to have Imhotep on hand when ghost-hunting when Bell’s claws would do nothing against the ephemeral creatures. Whether the Meowth wanted to admit it or not, the two of them complimented each other as a team, at least for the moment. Maybe I should take her out on her own sometime, find somewhere ghost-free where she can play a little. He thought, giving her a comforting stroke behind one of her dark-furred ears and receiving a weak purr in return. Leaving Imhotep out of anything made him feel guilty but at the same time Bell was rarely happy when the ghost was out and about.
“Oh well, such are the troubles of a trainer.” He commented to no one in particular as he continued down the tunnel and into the deeper darkness, turning his attention from his team’s troubles and back to the mystery of what lie ahead. Oh, how he hoped right down to his bones that it would be something ghostly or, failing that, something interesting!
- - - - - this world is amazing!
Words: 1016 -derp'd-
Tagging: Akira/Mod
Notes: Just Niels being a derp, derping around. I’m going to have Imhotep as his active Pokémon just for now, with Bell just chilling on his shoulder.
Pokemon in party:
Meowth - Bell - level 5
Yamask - Imhotep - level 10
Tagging: Akira/Mod
Notes: Just Niels being a derp, derping around. I’m going to have Imhotep as his active Pokémon just for now, with Bell just chilling on his shoulder.
Pokemon in party:
Meowth - Bell - level 5
Yamask - Imhotep - level 10
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