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shakespearealien) wrote2012-05-25 03:04 pm
shakespearealien) wrote2012-05-25 03:04 pm
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X. [Fourth Wall Weekend! Video-Action for the Goldenrod Rocket base.]
[The light in Gorthan's room is dim, making the images all the more eerie.
The PokéGear's backlight reveals an orange bill attached to a large violet head with large blue sclera-only eyes, black eyelids closing around them as they become narrowed and peer into the feed with a judging stare. The clear giveaways are the blond dreadlocks and the silvery circular marking on the strange being's forehead - this is how Gorthan normally appears as an Evronian.
... Is it really Gorthan, though? While the Gorthan you probably know has two circles on his forehead - a smaller one on top of a larger one - this... being only has a single large one.
The Evronian speaks, and his voice is indeed, identical to Gorthan's. Only, perhaps, slower, slightly more poised, and with a certain ragged note about it, as if this being were much older than the Gorthan that Johto and Kanto have come to know.]
It figures that someone like you would keep an Eracolator. Given those books... Don't tell me you've read so much of their literature that you've become like them. Of course, having an Eracolator, per se, is not a bad thing. The great Zartas, the Beacon, the Invincible, had one of his own, where he would store the full extent of his powerful, infinite imagination. But what do you have that can compare to his greatness? Nothing, probably. You are nothing but treacherous scum.
[When the being turns his head to face the one he has been talking to, it becomes clear that...
... there are two violet alien ducks in the room. And both of them are Gorthan. The one who has not been speaking into the feed is lying on the floor, unconscious. They are each other's splitting image, except that the unconscious Evronian is wearing an earthling's clothes, while the standing Gorthan wears a large, flowing turquoise robe accenting his broad shoulders. The standing Gorthan looks down at his double with a mixture of contempt and sadistic amusement.]
You will learn, dear impostor who tried to steal my place as head of the Evronian army, that there exists no one who can trifle with Gorthan, the Warrior King.
[A large metal goblet, adorned with what seem to be precious gems and exhaling a column of glowing light blue smoke, appears into view as Gorthan lifts it to his bill. Upon closer inspection, there seems to be a dent in the cup, though it certainly doesn't seem to bother Gorthan. Who smirks, as a third being comes into view - Gorthan's Gallade.]
Right, creature?
[An identical smirk appears on the small lips of the Rocket-aligned Pokémon. To him, that his trainer was just replaced by a more ruthless and uncomplicated copy of himself is just as well.]
[[OOC: For the purpose of the 4th wall weekend, Gorthan has been replaced bywarrior_king, Gorthan's other self from "Superduck", PKNA's reboot series. You'll find that he's very different from the original Gorthan, and almost his opposite, in some ways.]]
The PokéGear's backlight reveals an orange bill attached to a large violet head with large blue sclera-only eyes, black eyelids closing around them as they become narrowed and peer into the feed with a judging stare. The clear giveaways are the blond dreadlocks and the silvery circular marking on the strange being's forehead - this is how Gorthan normally appears as an Evronian.
... Is it really Gorthan, though? While the Gorthan you probably know has two circles on his forehead - a smaller one on top of a larger one - this... being only has a single large one.
The Evronian speaks, and his voice is indeed, identical to Gorthan's. Only, perhaps, slower, slightly more poised, and with a certain ragged note about it, as if this being were much older than the Gorthan that Johto and Kanto have come to know.]
[When the being turns his head to face the one he has been talking to, it becomes clear that...
... there are two violet alien ducks in the room. And both of them are Gorthan. The one who has not been speaking into the feed is lying on the floor, unconscious. They are each other's splitting image, except that the unconscious Evronian is wearing an earthling's clothes, while the standing Gorthan wears a large, flowing turquoise robe accenting his broad shoulders. The standing Gorthan looks down at his double with a mixture of contempt and sadistic amusement.]
[A large metal goblet, adorned with what seem to be precious gems and exhaling a column of glowing light blue smoke, appears into view as Gorthan lifts it to his bill. Upon closer inspection, there seems to be a dent in the cup, though it certainly doesn't seem to bother Gorthan. Who smirks, as a third being comes into view - Gorthan's Gallade.]
[An identical smirk appears on the small lips of the Rocket-aligned Pokémon. To him, that his trainer was just replaced by a more ruthless and uncomplicated copy of himself is just as well.]
[[OOC: For the purpose of the 4th wall weekend, Gorthan has been replaced by
warrior_king, Gorthan's other self from "Superduck", PKNA's reboot series. You'll find that he's very different from the original Gorthan, and almost his opposite, in some ways.]]
[Action!]
Well, okay. That last bit was utterly magnificent, however it seemed to come at the cost of nearly every imaginable thing going wrong around him. He saw the broadcast, saw two Gorthans. Well, two duck-looking-somewhat-vaguely-demonic-Gorthan-things, but still.
His colleague was in danger, the self-same colleague he had plans for.
Agnus was not having this.
And so, rather unceremoniously, Agnus decided to fling the door to Gorthan's lab open. Insert human-turned-demon, Agnus, now entirely ready to test out the limits of his returned powers.]
Gorthan. And...Gorthan, I presume? It seems you have my colleague on the floor.
[He adjusts his monocle in an equally menacing and bemused way.]
This presents a problem, you see.
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"Your colleague" was impersonating me, Gorthan of Evron, supreme leader of the Evronian army and ruler of Evron in the Emperor's unfortunate absence. Surely you are not about to defend this vile fiend.
[He gestures dismissively at the unconscious scientist.]
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[Agnus takes a few moments to adjust his gloves and dust off his coat. One must look the part, you see.]
I currently have numerous uses for his skills, his intellect, and the concept projects we have mutual interest in. He is also my current employer.
[Agnus clears his throat, then calmly lifts a hand up to shoulder height on his side. It remains there, but every nuance of his body language begins to suggest imminent peril.]
Ergo, for whatever charges you might have drummed up to discipline him for I must presently ask that you dismiss them immediately.
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He's your employer? You could have told me so earlier. I am not sure what he pays you, but, no doubt, I can pay you more. Even besides that, I am simply better than him. I exceed him in rank, you see.
[Even though this Gorthan is not even a scientist, but a space warlord.]
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I must unfortunately decline this proposition, Gorthan. You see, I have absolutely no doubt that we are currently under observation by the lab administration and security. I cannot say that would look upon me kindly if I were to aid in the killing of my fellows.
[Behind Agnus, three strange creatures slither out from the portal and hover in the air.]
However, as I am only recently employed here I think it would be quite to my benefit to prove I have the necessary skills and cooperative personality to aid a fellow in need, hmm? And indeed, Gorthan might quite enjoy the chance to finally see the skills I truly possess...Now, then.
[Agnus now stands with his hand held out to the creates, one of them slides into his palm and goes entirely stiff, its form becomes that of a sword in his hand. The grin on Agnus' face turns malevolent and predatory, he swings his arm down and keeps a keen eye on Gorthan's double.]
I must insist you leave him, Gorthan. Else I should t-t-t-t-t-t...tear you apart.
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[Gorthan wrinkles his bill at that. Yes, that information has more of an effect on him than those blade lizards over there.]
You mean there are scientists here? I should have known! Such a useless caste, their meaningless, petty ambitions mere parasites to the hard and noble work of a warrior...
Well, then!
[Gorthan's sleeves are really long. From one of them, he extracts a dagger with an ornate hilt - Zartas' dagger.]
I never wanted to use this, the most prized item in my collection, for such purposes, but in this case, I believe Zartas' spirit will be proud of me!
Power and might!
[That said, he charges towards Agnus, his own blade drawn.]
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This will make an extremely enjoyable experiment!
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Loyal creature! Assist me!
[While Gorthan used his dagger to slash at the blade lizardfish, the Gallade in the room joined him, delivering raging blows with its Close Combat attack.
... Because clearly, those had to be Steel types.]
I DIED. Steel types oh dear lol
Absolutely. Magnificent.]
I will show you the power of a demon summoner, vile shade!
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Ah, loyal creature... you have my thanks.
A demon summoner? I suppose that, as always, science is always trifling with forces that should never be disturbed... such impudence. Is there truly no respect in this age?
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Agnus shook his head and backpedaled slightly, then flung his arm out before him.]
Basilisk, to me!
[He called out as another portal opened, this time revealing the image of six fiery beasts on its other end. Agnus grinned again and, with a snap of his fingers, commanded the creatures from behind their inter-planar veil.]
Fire!
[At his order, the creatures spat forth balls of flame at the gallade and beyond, a volley like revolver shots going off behind the strange portal with the image of a wild-eyed Agnus standing behind it.]
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Six against one... how dishonorable! How disloyal! And yet you fought well, dear creature.
Cease your offense at once, scientist! You have proven your point.
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Dishonorable? The loudest dogs are always the weak ones, barking off when bested by difference of skill.
[Agnus then waved off with his blade, dismissing the other male. Other things needed to be tended to now, more important things, more important...Evronians. More important Gorthans than this one.
It was a very confusing situation in general, really. Tenses being the least of the complications involved.]
Go, then. Flee from this place. Return and I will not show this mercy twice.
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[And lo, the warlord Gorthan is out the room, loudly slamming the door behind him.]
[2 of 2]
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...Well, so much for the easy p-p-p-part.
[Agnus crouches down and uses the Gladius to hold himself up with his right hand, taking a few moments now to just...look. To glance over, examine, theorize, conceptualize, formulate inquiry, calculate potential topics of later discussi-
Oh, right.]
Gorthan? Gorthan, are you with me? Gorthan?
[Assistance first, scientific inquiry later.]
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...blast. Hmm, so much for human frailty... It seems neither of us can get it quite right, can we? You, though....you are something magnificent.
[Agnus decides to let the other sword go for now, it melts into a portal that opens on the floor where its tip before then rested. He reaches down and, taking a chance on this, slowly begins to press against Gorthan's right shoulder to nudge him back to consciousness.]
Gorthan, Gorthan. Come now, wake up. I need to get you to medical, or get someone from medical here to help you. I am most uncertain of which would be simpler at this point...Today is becoming one of those days.
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... Who is Zartas, anyway...
[As soon as he registers that the voice is Agnus', his eyes go wide open.]
Agnus? So you know now... This is how I really look. I hope you realize why it is not something I am keen to share with others.
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You are magnificent, Gorthan. Simply put, glorious.
[Okay, admittedly that might have come out a little more creepy than he really wanted it to. Can you blame him, though? This is the researcher speaking, he's a kid in a candy shop filled with wonder and joy at the moment.]
Worry not, my friend. Your secret shall be safe with me. However, allow me in turn to present you with one thing.
[That thing, of course, being the sight of Agnus standing up and taking a few steps back. Then, transforming into a great insectoid creature that he had described himself as earlier. To which, the form of Angelo Agnus took a short bow and held out a three-clawed hand toward the other. His voice, once words left him again, was raspy and filtered in an entirely fitting way not unlike the buzzing of an insect melded with his every word.]
Rise, my friend. And behold! For it is my privilege to reveal to you the arts of demon summoning!
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Your powers... have returned.
[However, his amazement is soon gone. He rubs his temples as he looks around his room.]
... And my room is destroyed. But I suppose I have you to thank, for getting rid of that double of me.
[He takes the clawed hand with as much naturalness as if it were a normal hand. As he does so, Agnus may notice that he only has four fingers on each hand.]
So thank you, Agnus.
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Think little of it, Gorthan. It is as much duty as a pleasure to stand and defend a friend.
[Is what he thought they would say in his...er...claws. Yet, still it seemed so...fitting. And felt somehow quite nice. Perhaps there was something to this humanity nonsense after all.]
I would not count him gone for long, merely a delay of his most odious intentions. Once the chaos of this strange event has settled, we will attend to the labs. However, you are in need of aid, yes? Shall I help you to the medical ward?
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[Gorthan seems doubtful at first, but finally shows Agnus a grateful smile.]
Your concern is appreciated. But this is nothing that cannot heal itself. I was merely hit over the head with... a metal cup, I believe it was.
[And now that he's awake enough, he can fully appreciate the wonders of Agnus' new form.]
An insect like-form... related to the locust plague, perhaps, as you once mentioned yourself. Am I wrong?
[His smile is almost playful, and his hand does not leave Agnus' yet, his fingers appreciating the feel of the claws.]
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[Agnus grinned, however the mandible plate that now covered his face obscured it entirely. However, he merely motioned off with his other hand and waved it out before them.]
Fiends and devils of infinite shapes and sorts.
[With these words, Agnus summons up another portal, and then two others. His power increases in this form, allowing him greater range of access to the demonic domain. From the first portal stand stalwart and true the Basilisk, flaming guardians standing ready to serve his artillery needs. From the second fly out a pair of Gladius toward his hand and hover idly in their lucid, vaguely lizard-like form before the pair.]
The Basilisk, an artificial creation of flame and metal forged through the refinement of demonic souls. And the Gladius, fused souls imbued upon ancient blades constructed by the order...My creations, the fruits of endless labor and toil.
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Magnificent. And now, I only wish I could reciprocate... but my creatures are nowhere as obedient as yours seem to be. They are all quite... energetic, the lot of them.
[He lifts a hand experimentally, trying to touch one of the Gladius.]
A soul fusing with an inanimate object... Truly, this is alchemy.
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