2nd pokeball [open + event]

[ghostytrainer]

Characters: John Egbert, some ghost pokemon, and YOU!!
Setting: floor 45, floor 40
Format: Action
Summary: John's feeling a little under the weather but he's not going to let that get in the way of exploring and some mild training!
Warnings: None yet

>Floor 45 (early afternoon)

[There are a lot of things that John misses about Johto but one of the things near the top of the list is flying. There's just something about soaring thousands of feet in the air on the back of an Altaria or a Golurk that's really just amazing. And this floor, with its glass walls and high altitude, is about the closest he can get to replicating that.]

[He'll be in here for a few hours, accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick. He's not really doing much, just staring out the walls, taking a few pictures and videos with his Pokegear, and occasionally... talking to the dead things that slither around outside. Or trying to, anyway, he's not really sure that they can hear him. Every so often he sneezes, causing the Dusknoir to hand him a tissue, or coughs loudly. John has never had the best of luck with colds, and it seems that the lack of heat in the tower has already taken a toll on him.]

[Or perhaps it's something a little nastier than that...really, who can say?]

>Floor 40 (evening)

[Later on, John can be found a few floors down in the storage room, still accompanied by his Dusknoir and Litwick, the latter of which is proving to be very useful on this dark floor. The trio isn't attempting to store anything, but rather they appear to be hunting Shadow Blobs and Imps in the corners of the room.]

Chandel, night sh-- [A coughing fit prevents him from actually finishing the command. Seems his cold has gotten a little worse already...maybe taking it easy was a good idea after all. Oh well. Luckily, the Litwick seems to have understood what he was getting at.] Y-yeah... [Hack.] Just like that, good job. Just keep at it, you have this. Ughh... [Sniffle.]

[They'll be here until night falls and the stronger monsters come out to play. Unfortunately, Chandel isn't really strong enough to play with the big boys just yet And John really should get to bed so this cold doesn't get any worse than it already is.]

Comments

Floor 45!

[tentacletrainer]

So how do you know they're friendly? [[Rose is going to stop beside him, staring out the window a little but not getting too close to it. There's an extremely happy sounding Dragonite in the background because GUESS WHO CAN BE LET OUT OF HIS POKEBALL. Guile, of course, is ever present and seeking a little attention from John.]]

What if they phase through the window to get you?

[ghostytrainer]

[Still tapping lightly on the glass at one of the faceless people, John turns his head at the sound of Rose's voice. He grins at her, though his smile is considerably more subdued then it normally is and when he speaks, his voice is kind of gravelly and a little hoarse.]

Hehe, well I don't know. But I am fairly sure they can't phase through the glass. They aren't ghosts.

[He knows ghosts. These are not ghosts.]

[He turns around fully, abandoning the creature so that he can give Guile a few scratches behind the ears.]

[tentacletrainer]

They may not be ghosts, but we don't know what kind of creatures roam here, nor what they're capable of.

[[Yeah don't mind her just checking your forehead for a fever.]]

Sounds like you could use some water.

[ghostytrainer]

[Oh fever, yeah he...has a bit of one of those. Nothing too terrible yet, but he's definitely warmer than usual. Which is saying something considering Mr. Space Heater here is always a little on the warm side.]

True I guess. [He turns his head to look back at the monster on the glass. The thing hasn't moved. Yeah, that's not creepy at all. John, however, gives it a fond little smile.] I dunno though, I kind of like them.

[CLEARLY THIS MEANS THEY WON'T HURT HIM, RIGHT?]

[tentacletrainer]

Mmm... [[Letting her hand drop, she goes back to watching out the window.]]

You would. And you need some medicine.

Floor 40

[starofpleiades]

[Patrolling the stairs, Kazumi spots what seems to be a sick boy surrounded by ghosts! Transforming into her magical girl outfit, she runs over, calling out to him as she points her staff towards the pokemon]

Are you alright? Please, get back!

[good thing he's too close to them for her to want to risk firing her giant laser of doom, since clearly there is a misunderstanding here]

[ghostytrainer]

Huh wha-- ack!

[Hello, giant magical staff thing! John throws his arms up in front of him, unsure of what else to do. His Dusknoir, however, further misinterpreting the misinterpretation, moves in front of John, shielding him from the Kazumi's staff. He fixes her with a piercing, single-eyed stare, raising his hands in front of him. You will not hurt his master, whoever you are.]

Elliot! It's oka-- [Achoo!]

[starofpleiades]

Eh? Elliot?

[UH, PEOPLE DIDN'T USUALLY NAME EVIL GHOSTS THAT WERE ABOUT TO EAT THEM, DID THEY?

Now confused, Kazumi stops a few yards away, still clutching her staff but not sure what to do]

Huh?

jsyk, i have been waiting for someone to make this mistake since i intro'd him

[ghostytrainer]

[Even though she stopped, flames suddenly surround the ghosts's fists. He's not moving to actually attack just yet, but he's still not certain what game Kazumi's playing. So it's better to be on the safe side. John panics, throwing both his arms around one of Elliot's to try and hold him back. He knows it won't do any good since the ghost is much stronger than he is but it's worth a shot. Last thing he wants is one of his monsters attacking an innocent person.]

It's okay, Elliot! She's not a monster, she won't hurt us! Err... [He looks over at Kazumi. He kind of just said that without actually fully assessing the situation.] ...you aren't and you won't, right?

Floor 45

[chronomancer]

[It's early enough in the day that Eridan assumes whatever's with John is not actually a Tower monster. Weird as hell as they are. The troll watches John for a moment, before venturing a little closer.]

...what are you doing?

[ghostytrainer]

[John stifles a short coughing fit with moderate success before turning around and oh god. Of course. Of all the people to be here, of course Eridan would be one of them. Why his hipster streak and symbol are green, he neither knows nor cares to know. If he had ever actually seen Eridan as a troll, he might find the lack of fins to be noteworthy but he hasn't, so there's a definitely lack of red flags.]

[His expression deadpans as Chandel sets an imp on fire behind him.]

Training.

[chronomancer]

Training.

[Bitch, don't deadpan at him unless you're ready to face his deadpan. He deadpans death in face. He gives John a look that frankly puts his brain power in negative numbers. The lack of sunglasses lets John see the expression in full.]

i am so sorry. he's been through 3 eridans and hasn't really liked any of them.

[ghostytrainer]

Yup. Training.

[It's just a conditioned reflex at this point. See Eridan: deadpan, prepare for a conversation that goes everywhere fast. Like this one.]

Floor 40

[glitchinprincess]

Hi Mister!

[The voice seems to come from the top of one of the stacks of boxes. Perched precariously at the top is one bratty little girl with dirty hair, idly playing with the licorice strings on her hoodie.]

What'cha dooooin'?

[ghostytrainer]

[John jumps slightly, looking from side to side and behind him to try and locate the source of the voice. His Dusknoir instantly moves closer to John, immediately locating the girl and fixing her with a piercing stare. His master is sick and suddenly everyone is potentially a threat, even adorable little girls with candy in their hair. John follows his gaze and finally locates the speaker.]

[His Litwick, on the other hand, remains focused on this one shadow blob she's trying to kill. Must not lose concentration!!!!]

Oh uh...I'm training. Well, okay I'm not actually the one who's training but you get my point.

[glitchinprincess]

So what, you're like a dog trainer or something?

[She looks from the Dusknoir to the Litwick, then back to John]

Those sure don't look like devil dogs. What are they? Are they the monsters people were talking about in the cafeteria? Are you a monster trainer?

[Because that? That would be cool. She won't have to learn to fight if she can train monsters to obey her commands!]

Can you teach me to train those things?

[ghostytrainer]

Well...technically, yes. I am a monster trainer. But these are special monsters, they aren't like the ones that you can find in the tower. They came with me from home. [He turns his head away and coughs into his elbow.]

Sorry, [He gestures vaguely at the air around them.] stupid weather and busted heating. Cold season, you know. Anyway, it's kind of hard for me to teach you because of that. If we could catch Pokemon here, I would be glad to but...

Floor 45

[semipotence]

[Jade happens to wander in at one of the points where he's trying to talk to the dead things.

Uh... yeah, she's gonna cautiously float over to him and try to get his attention.]

... John?

[ghostytrainer]

[Tap tap. Tap ta-- oh! There is someone else here.]

Hey, Jade! [Excuse him while he has a minor coughing fit into his elbow.] What's up?

[semipotence]

Nothing much... What are you doing up here?

[ghostytrainer]

Nothing, really. Just getting a feel for the place, you know?

[And...talking to weird monsters with no faces through thick sheets of glass. That's normal, right? Totally.]

Floor 45 This'll be fun. He met a Pokemon trainer in his last game.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch stares at the Dusknoir as he steps onto the floor. It's often one of the quieter floors, when monsters don't spawn. If he did his best to ignore the creatures crawling around outside, it was almost like a third lounge. Which was just as well, since the lounge that had once been just below the dorm levels was now much harder to get to.

He's taken his Arch from his back and is about to ask if John is all right...when he sees it hand him a tissue after a sneeze.

Enoch can't help but approach curiously, now.* Excuse me...what are these creatures with you?

excelleeeeeeeent ouo

[ghostytrainer]

[John sniffles after blowing his nose for the god only knows what number time today, before holding up the tissue for the Litwick to incinerate. Ashes to ashes, efficient waste disposal. He turns at the sound of a voice behind him, however, smiling a little bit.]

Hm? Oh these guys? They're Pokemon! They're monsters but they won't hurt you or anything. So don't worry.

he also saw a John in passing. XD

[warriorscribe]

*And he'd seen that face too. Granted, they'd never talked, but it was hard to forget the bipedal lizard in a dress, and by association the boy accompanying her. Unfortunately, he comes to the wrong conclusion, thinking that's what said lizard was, and that the one he'd met in Meridian was always a Pokemon trainer.*

Ah, I've...met some before. I've never seen ones that look like these, though.

*He leans down to get a better look at Litwick. An animated candle? It's kind of...cute.*

shenanigans ahoy!

[ghostytrainer]

[The Litwick stares right back at him, happy little smile in place as she waves a little nubby arm. Hello, mister! Lovely weather up here, isn't it?]

[John looks a little surprised at his comment though. He's met a few people here who have heard of pokemon, but not a single one who has ever met one. Wrong conclusions are drawn all around, because now John is wondering if this guy was pulled here from Johto as well...]

Seriously? Living and breathing ones you mean, right? Not just pixels on a game screen?