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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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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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[Of course, with that revelation he took a few measured steps away out of courtesy.]
When drained of my own energy, I take by touch from others what I require to continue. However, fear not, I have no intention nor need to do any such thing here or now. Moreover, I am able to summon other creatures as well.
[He paused again, and added in a somewhat sheepish tone.]
It has been a while, though. If you will pardon me for a moment so I do not grow weary too quickly, I will continue after the drain of what was required for battle with the other subsides...
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[In spite of his words, Gorthan's eyes narrow gravely.]
This body cannot sustain itself without draining energy from other living beings, either. Emotional energy, to be precise. I am afraid I will have to seek nourishment from wild Pokémon for as long as I remain in this state.
[He points to the two white contraptions resting on his shoulders. They look like shoulder guards made of three arcs fused together.]
These are tanks, containing the emotional energy I'll need. However, this is the small model, and it only holds enough energy for one day.
As much as I hate to do this, I'm going to have to go hunt, if I want to survive. Care to accompany me, Agnus?