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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.]]
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... Poor thing. Please forgive me. I'm sure you'll understand.
Light!
[She then raises her hand - and for a few seconds, a pillar of white-hot light shoots out of the ground, almost blinding, and shooting up and at Gallade. It's not meant to burn or severely injure, but it carries one nasty punch all the same. She merely wants the creature sat aside, after all. The light vanishes as soon as it's gone.]
There now. Please stand aside while I deal with this.
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While he does not attack Minnie with the blunt object yet, he will not hesitate to do so as soon as he sees her prepare an attack against him.
Even so, Minnie's magic successfully manages to surprise him.]
What kind of sorcery is this?
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[That said, she begins walking toward the 'original' Gorthan, wanting to help him. However, she takes her time doing it, in case 'new' Gorthan is the kind of coward who attacks from behind. Since her hand is still glowing, she's still ready to give him a whoopin' if he tries anything.]
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Friend of a traitor and impostor...
[As for the scientist, he's still very much unconscious. At the very least, he's breathing regularly.]
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Poor dear. I'll do what I can for you.
[And by that she means the spell 'cure'. There's no guarantee it can revive people, but it can at least make sure you're not in any pain whenever you do get up. She focuses both hands over his head, glowing a weird combination of white and green.]
As for you - [other gorthan, of course] - if you're anything like him, you're well versed. So try to remember this one... "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
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Implying that all one is allowed to say is words that will please others? What a foolish notion. I resent it.
[As for the scientist, he begins stirring slowly, as a result of Minnie's spell.]
Why... are you still here? I told you to leave...
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I could never leave you behind like this! I'm going to stay here and protect you. We're friends, after all.
[She then cuts Warlord Gorthan a glare. By walt, you're a jerk.]
I guess you won't give an apology either. You still haven't left. Do you really want me to force my hand?
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I will give you the... time alone you two seem to need. What a deplorable sight you two make. An Upper Caste Evronian, bonding with a woman from Earth... what a disgrace.
[That said, he will leave, slamming the door loudly behind himself.]
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... Was it you who healed me, Minnie? Thank you...
[It's hard for him to express this, but the look in his eyes is one of genuine gratitude. If he was still in his human body, he would be blushing a little.
As he lowers his gaze, he notices Minnie's hands. Four fingers... just like his. He stretches his hand out as if to compare their hands, though he's not touching either of hers yet.]
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I'm afraid I can't heal you any further than that... Compared to my husband our friends, my magic is relatively weak. But I managed to scare away... whoever that was.
[Here's hoping the warrior didn't hear that. Then she notices the odd hand comparison she's making, and chuckles softly.]
See? We're more alike than you knew.
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... I think I know who that was. [A heavy sigh.] But he's not from my world... or universe, even.
[He looks up intensely at Minnie as he explains.]
At an early point in my life, I was given the option - rare for an Evronian who is born a scientist, like myself - to choose the military career path instead. Even then, my thirst for knowledge was strong, so I refused. I think he is... what would have happened, had I agreed to that.
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So it really was you... just a different you. It's not the first time I've seen an alternate version of the same person... Given what's become of both of you, I think you made the right choice. You're a much better person this way.
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A... better person? I am not sure that is the case.
[He goes to his bag and finds a Revive there. He then walks up to his fainted Gallade and proceeds to heal him.]
But I like to believe I am at least smarter than he is. I know better than to pick a fight with you.
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I'm dreadfully sorry about hurting your Pokemon, but he gave me no choice... and in all this transportation, I haven't been able to take any of my Pokemon with me. I guess it's the only time I've been grateful for being the weakest magic user.
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[He sighs, slowly massaging his Pokémon's blade-like arms as he waits for the medicine to take effect.]
This Pokémon species is not supposed to behave like this. Their loyalty to their original trainer is supposed to last to the end... But this one was trained from birth to serve Team Rocket. It must have sensed that the other me could serve Team Rocket's purposes better than I do...
... It's not like I don't know of a way to reprogram its behavior. But Gallade is my starter, and I have no intention to disrespect him.
[When Gallade's eyes open again, Gorthan meets them with a very sad and empty stare.]
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How dare you, young man! This man is your trainer, the one you have been with from the start!
[She even goes for the finger wag.]
Has he not cared for you and done everything for you? Has he not trained you well and given you good companions? And this is how you repay him? You ought to be ashamed of yourself! I have a right mind to cast more spells on you all over again for that betrayal! I demand you apologize to your trainer right this second!
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[He closes his eyes gravely.]
I suppose I should not expect it to be as loyal as other specimen of Gallade are to their trainers.
[At first, Gallade is determined to sit through this without batting an eyelash. He sits up, his brow furrowed as he stares up defiantly at them. But then... as Minnie and Gorthan scold him, each of them in their own way, Gallade lowers his head and lets his shoulders fall apologetically.]
1/3
[She smiles, relieved.]
I really do hope I remember this. In all honesty, I -
2/3
Oh, for Walt's sake, not aga -
3/3
... Ah! What happened to my castle?!
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... He will have to tread very carefully here.]
I am Gorthan, an Evronian scientist. And this is my room. Who are you?
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Oh no, I know what this is! Pete hired you to kidnap me again, right? Well, I'll have you know that it won't work! My musketeers will save me!
[She's just as prissy, though.]
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[That makes him curious... Ah! He can't afford any mistakes now.]
I'm afraid you are mistaken. You have found yourself here by mere accident. I have no intention to keep you captive. In fact...
[He simply walks to the door and opens it.]
You may leave at any moment. Also, I do not know who you are. Would you mind introducing yourself?
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Don't be silly, everyone knows who I am! How do you not know your own princess? Princess Minerva Mouse, ruler of the Disney Kingdom!
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A princess? Then forgive my lack of respect so far, princess. I was merely ignorant of your standing.
Do feel free to leave, if that is your choice. But be warned that mysterious forces have taken you to a world that is not your own.
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