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Feb. 22nd, 2014 10:18 pm
comparative_insanity: (Would I be whining)
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[Fai is looking unusually somber, and even in monochrome, it's easy to tell that he's a lot paler than usual. On his shoulder stands Babycakes, now evolved into a Floette, like an equally serious guard of honor with her flower like a rifle against her shoulder.]

[The young man says nothing at first, just holds up a rather skillfull sketch of a poké ball. Those with a bit of knowledge in history should probably recognise at least the general shape and design of it.]


Nevermind that they put those machines there to force Tyrantrum to evolve without their consent, but... they use these. Team Evolution, I mean. They keep pokémon imprisoned in these things, just like in the old days.

[He draws a deep, shaky breath.]

Despite how abhorrent this practice is - and believe me, I understand if you're angry - we should remember that they are from a different place with different laws. Wild accusations and demands aren't going to do us any good, is it? It's better if we try to reason with them, try to make them see why such treatment is wrong.

After all, the people in the old days were not all evil. If they were, why would the Savior have thought us worth sacrificing herself over? They were just ignorant.

But I thought you should be... warned.
highliber: (Don't have time for delays)
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I would hope this goes without saying, but just in case...

We can't give them all the devices back. It would be pure foolishness when there's still so much we can learn from them. Just the improvement to our communication technology alone would be worth declaring a few of them "lost" and continuing in secret, and that's just barely scratching the surface! They clearly have FAR more advanced technology than we do. We need to level the playing field even if they end up as our allies.

Arrival

Feb. 22nd, 2014 12:00 am
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They were noticed a half hour before they arrived.

The Guardsmen atop the city walls, their keen senses trained to observe anything out of the ordinary, had not failed to observe the flight of birds disturbed from their nests and the distant shuddering of trees. The pace was steady. Not of wild Pokémon meandering about, but of something with fixed, determined purpose.

News spread quickly, as it ought. The Council was aware of the situation in five minutes flat, and the guard on the walls surreptitiously tripled in the same amount of time. It didn't take much longer for idle citizens to realize something was amiss, and as the rumors propagated -- There are people coming through the forest! -- so, too, did the number of people thronging at the gate craning their necks to get a look.

They emerge from the forest, their pace brisk and their numbers thirty strong. Many wear attire that is hardy, made for traveling - leather boots, thick wool pants, and long jackets in shades of deep crimson and black. Others, clearly of some higher rank, are clad in suits or other formal wear; a few wear pristine white coats that must have only just been changed. As they approach, most stare coolly upwards at the assembly gathered before them atop the walls of the city.

At their lead stands a man with a mild smile and shaggy red hair. Two others stand close beside him: a young woman in a crisp, fur-lined white coat, sleek black hair pristine and perfectly in place and a gentle smile on her face and an aloof woman with brown hair wearing a sharp suit who appears extremely disinterested in the proceedings.

The company pauses. And there is a long, awkward silence before the man with the red hair takes a step forward. He speaks, and his words, though understandable, have a strange, foreign inflection.

"My name is Rory Donnachaidh. We have come on behalf of our people to serve as a diplomatic presence to your city."

...Another awkward pause.

"...I believe it is appropriate to say - take us to your leader."

He smiles more broadly, as if he's made a joke.

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We are Team Evolution.

We represent a group of people with a common purpose - to restore humanity to the peaks it once ascended and to raise up all Pokémon alongside us. We call ourselves Team Evolution for the only path forward for both human and Pokémon is to evolve. When we realized that our signals could be detected no longer, our scouts reported that the reason was human sabotage. Imagine our surprise to learn that a human civilization lay so close to those mountains... But what do I say? You, of course, must all have experienced surprise in equal measures, no?

We have come here for reasons twofold: to establish relations with this city and to retrieve the materials that you have been holding for us. It was a prototype, you see, and we would wish to have it returned.

Of course, we understand that you have little reason to trust us and great reason to drive us away. We will not attempt to enter your city if that is preferred - but we will camp outside, between the forest and the gates, for the space of 10 days, after which we will depart, with or without our materials. We hope you will be willing to speak with us during this time. We would also like to... hold a demonstration to explain our actions, if you and your Council are willing.

Please, come and speak with us if you have any questions. That is an offer extended to anyone in your fine city. I shall personally ensure that any visitors are treated with the greatest of courtesies...


((For approximately 10 IC days, the people of Team Evolution will be camped outside of Union. The next part of this event will require sign-ups. There is an accompanying OoC post to this post here. Please see that post for more details.

Please feel free to use this IC post to talk with the NPCs. All responses here will receive an NPC response.))
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Who: Zarvora Cybeline, Varun "Banzu" Elmas, William Flemming, Ezreal
Where: A research lab in some Union government office somewhere.
What: Eggheads sharing the results of their studies on the devices found in the mountains.
Warning: Science.

The room had several tables covered in components of the machines, most in various states of disassembly. The center of the room was dominated by one that was still mostly intact, which was under several powerful lights and carefully disconnected from the battery. It was a familiar room to everyone who had been working on unlocking its secrets.

They'd had a few weeks to do so, and now everyone had assembled to share the fruits of their labors.

[No posting order. Everyone start your own thread.]
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[In one of the many open plazas in the tower the Union Divine Theater is housed in, a bit of an unusual sight can be seen. Ogami, with two of his swords drawn, is facing off against his Machop. In Machop's hands is clutched a Honedge, newly hatched and ready for battle. As the two face off, Ogami shouts at his Machop]

COME AT ME!

[Without hesitation, the Machop springs forward, and the two clash blades.

This post is open for either observation during the training session, or conversation after he's finished sparring with Machop and Honedge]
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[Action]

The scream was audible from the street. It was the sound of a soul in pain. The sound, perhaps, of a librarian who has just entered her library to check for earthquake damage and seen every damn shelf and book in a huge heap. After the scream of horror finishes, she goes on with an encore performance of a stream of creative cursing about having people fired and whipped and flogged and banished, coming to a climax of "AND IF IT DOESN'T GET PROPERLY SECURED THIS TIME I WILL DO SOMETHING SO POINTLESSLY HIDEOUS TO YOU YOU'LL DIE AS MUCH FROM SURPRISE AS YOU DO FROM THE ACTUAL INJURIES! NOW MOVE!"

Some wild wingulls fly away in alarm with the volume of the last word.

[12 hours later]

Zarvora slowly emerged from the library and set down on the steps by the front door to massage her temples. She felt a migraine coming on, but at least her staff had an organized plan for putting everything back together. This put her personal projects back by weeks, if not months, though. Her Fletchling landed on her head in concern and looked down at her face, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at that as she looked back up. "What do you think, Charles? Did I over do it a bit?"

Action

Jan. 24th, 2014 12:58 pm
highliber: (Get this trash out of my sight)
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A nice little perk of working at the Union Central Library is that one of the best known coffee houses in town is right across the street, Cafe Marellia. When the stifling dust and quiet gets to be too much for Zarvora, she occasionally takes her work outside to finish with a cup of coffee or tea and some mindless chatter surrounding her like white noise. During such excursions, her fletchling, Charles, would dart around enjoying the comparatively open space and catching bugs out of the air.

Today Zarvora was extra focused on the book she had, occasionally adding to a huge sprawling flowchart of symbolic logic in the notebook lying on the table before her. Her brow is furrowed with what might be intense concentration and might be irritation at the couple seated at the table directly behind her, who are lost in each other's eyes, exchanging sickeningly adorable pet names in between rounds of noisy kissing.

At "My Sweet Fromage" she slammed her pen down and turned around to glare at the couple, who looked up in surprise. "If you're going to call each other names without having the decency of doing it in private, at least stick to ones that makes sense! Fromage isn't a kind of flower, it's an old word for cheese, but with how oxygen starved your brains must be by now I'm not surprised you didn't know that!"

She sat back down, surrounded by an aura of irritation that left her unaware of the rude looks she was now getting by about half the room, and tried to get back into her work.

Voice

Jan. 10th, 2014 09:33 pm
highliber: (Don't have time for delays)
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This is the WORST timing. It took months to get the right to build the new floor and now the price of steel is going to triple.

I have no desire to go prospecting myself, but I have access to funding if a more outdoors inclined person wanted to mount an expedition. I think it might save me money in the long run.

Tag Cloud

Jan. 4th, 2014 09:10 pm
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