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Post by Meryck on Nov 22, 2010 15:46:47 GMT -5
Gold did, of course, notice a change in his companion's demeanor, but decided against commenting on it. Some part of him, deep down, that really was the 21 years of age he would've been in the Game Maker's world reminded him he didn't like being prodded about sensitive subjects either. So the boy merely blew his bangs out of his eyes and returned to looking around like a curious chick following it's mother.
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((OOC: It was too easy. Couldn't resist. XD))
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Post by Glyph on Nov 23, 2010 16:28:42 GMT -5
Silver didn't waver until he'd crossed the lot and found himself standing beneath the red sign over the front entrance. It looked identical to the one that marked every other Pokemon Center in the region... but this was the only one that ever sent a faint, barely-remembered chill through his heart. The redhead stood there for a moment, appraising the building through slightly narrowed eyes, pausing just beyond the reach of the sensors on the sliding glass doors.
After a moment, he snorted, shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, and stepped inside... Only to freeze and stare in confusion at the chaos apparently running rampant in the lobby. Silver watched, incredulously, at the handful of trainers and Pokemon gathering in a disorganized mob around a flatscreen on one side of the room, and then back to the nurses and older trainers scrambling frantically to corral the younger ones, half of them chattering incoherently with radios or Pokegears crammed against their ears.
"Oh, great, what the Hell's going on now?!"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 23, 2010 18:23:20 GMT -5
Golden eyes widened upon seeing the chaos. One would assume that the ex-Champion would have become too jaded after a certain point to care...but no. A few seconds later saw him scrambling to a flat screen and damn grateful he was tall and thin and, therefore, could squeeze in easily.
The orbs in their sockets nearly widened to the size of dinner plates as he caught the brief snippets of words.
"--Again, Rocket Agents have been seen in the following areas; Viridian Forrest. Sea-foam Islands. Tin Tower. Burned Tower. Whirl Islands. Cerulean Caves. Mt.Silver--"
"No."
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Post by Glyph on Nov 23, 2010 21:04:49 GMT -5
Silver had no patience for the panicked crowd--in two bounds he was across the room, both feet firmly planted on the back of an old, tattered arm chair. He couldn't hear over the chatter, but from his high ground he could clearly read the text scrolling across the bottom of the screen.
Viridian Forest. Seafoam. Ecruteak. Cerulean. For a moment, the disjointed names sent a befuddled scowl curling Silver's expression... until he saw the two words that tied them all together.
Team Rocket.
The redhead's eyes widened suddenly, and his face froze, locked somewhere between stunned silence and incredulity. Then, with each moment that passed, with each report that repeated, his expression grew darker and more shadowed. At his sides, his fists clenched, reached for the Pokemon that were no longer there, clenched again.
"Those morons." Silver's voice came as a low, venomous hiss, matching the fury that had appeared in his pale eyes, "What do they think they're doing?!"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 24, 2010 14:24:00 GMT -5
Gold stepped away from the television, shaking his head in silent horror eyes the side of dinner plates. Shaking arms came up and hugged himself.
"Not again....not this again...."
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Post by Glyph on Nov 24, 2010 20:59:54 GMT -5
Eyes burning with hatred and disgust, Silver turned his back on the TV, turned his back on the crowd and the high-pitched, worried voices, and leaped down from the chair. Lips uncurling from a scowl to a sneer, the redhead turned his back on everything, forgot that he was inside a busy Center, forgot that Gold was somewhere in the crowd.
He blocked it all out, as he had countless times before, and stood, furiously brooding, fuming, thinking.
There was no way in hell he was going to just stay here in this stinking, crowded building and listen to the news with these bumbling, idiot trainers. He was leaving--he'd be a fool not to, with the ill fated criminal syndicate cropping up in all of their old hideouts. He'd be an even bigger fool if he couldn't put two and two together.
Ecruteak wasn't very far... but the Radio Tower was in their own backyard.
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Post by Meryck on Nov 25, 2010 23:17:13 GMT -5
Gold swayed slightly, feeling faint, before turning and bolting away and out the door. He didn't notice as his shoulder accidentally bumped into Silver's. And he didn't stop until he was outside the Center and around a corner.
Then, he slid down a wall until his bum hit the ground, curled his knees into his chest, planted his hands over his ears, and tried to drown out both the worried sounds of the people and his own bloodstained memories.
"God, please...please...not again...not again...."
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Post by Glyph on Nov 26, 2010 1:24:01 GMT -5
Silver stumbled, startled from his plotting by some complete idio--oh, wait, it was just Gold.
The redhead paused, letting that detail sink in before he could begin to process the anger that rose at being shoved aside. Gold, bolting out the door in a panic, with no Pokemon, right after Team Rocket's return was announced...?
Maybe Before... but not now.
A flare of alarm went up behind Silver's eyes, and then the boy was lurching through the doors before they'd even had time to close again. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure darting around a corner and was after him in an instant.
"Hey, Gol--" He almost missed him in his rush past the alley, but he noticed the lanky, crouching form at the last second, from the corner of his eye. Silver threw on the brakes, skidding on his heels before making an about-face and back-tracking.
"... Gold?" His gray eyes widened in alarm, in uncharacteristic concern, and he dropped to the ground next to him in a heartbeat, all thoughts of further outrage ignored. "What happened?!"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 26, 2010 2:12:17 GMT -5
Gold didn't seem to notice his companion. He just remained there, curled up, trembling like a newborn kitten, begging any and every higher power in hushed, pained notes;
"N-not again....not again...notagainnotagainnotagain..."
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Post by Glyph on Nov 26, 2010 2:26:28 GMT -5
"Gold... Gold... Look at me!" Silver ground his teeth in frustration, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get through to the boy... And it was irritating him to no end.
Finally, he had enough--he knelt on the clammy ground, clamped a hand on either of Gold's shoulders, and shook him gently, trying to catch his attention... or at least get a look at his eyes.
"Gold--Gold, it's Silver!" Despite the sternness, there was a undercurrent of worry in his voice, "What're you doing out here?"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 26, 2010 2:31:33 GMT -5
Gold started, looking up with wide, abused eyes at--
alleyways covered in blood, blood, freshly rotting blood, the blood of his loved ones and family, and so was he and there was pain pain nothing but pain and he killed him he killed him he killed S-
"Oh God no!" Without any other explanation, the ex-champion clung to the redhead, as if doing otherwise would be his death.
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Post by Glyph on Nov 26, 2010 2:55:27 GMT -5
Silver rocked back on his heels, lurching ominously and just barely keeping his balance. When he'd steadied himself, he turned his stare back on Gold. What could have happened? He'd been out of sight for just a few minutes--so what could have upset him like this?
Whatever it was, Silver wasn't in the present mind to think about it--instead, he simply tightened his grip on his friend's shoulders and sank to the ground.
"It's okay, c'mon... c'mon, talk to me, Gold." The plead was softer than before, but still carried the same undercurrent of urgency. "What's going on?"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 26, 2010 16:29:18 GMT -5
Gold shook his head, eyes squeezed together, face buried in the crook of Silver's neck and fingers griping the redhead's jacket until their knuckles turned bone white.
"Can't, can't...can't do this again, can't can'tcan'tcan't again, no more...God, please, no more....no more...."
Nothing had broken Gold like the Hacks. Nothing had aged him like the Rocket battles.
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Post by Glyph on Nov 26, 2010 17:22:32 GMT -5
He couldn't do... what? Fight Team Rocket? Silver stared at the Trainer, alarmed. He'd seen Gold knock them aside in one hit. Even without Pokemon, those morons were a joke... But what else could he mean? He knew Gold didn't like to battle... but he'd been acting strangely all day, too. He tried not to wince at what that might imply.
... But there wasn't time to sit and ponder about it.
"You already did more than enough. You don't have to do it again." Gingerly, the redhead held him steady, frantically wondering what to do. Eventually, after a long moment passed in which nothing changed--except for the elasticity of his jacket--Silver spoke again, quietly, without bothering to hide his concern. "... can you walk?"
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Post by Meryck on Nov 26, 2010 18:51:27 GMT -5
Gold shivered and nodded, slowly, refusing to look up and refusing to let go.
"...C-can't stay here...the t-t-tower'll be next..." Even on the edge of hysteria, he still knew better. "I-i-Ilex and A-a-Azalea t-t-too...oh God...." A hiccuped sob. "Oh God..."
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