7th pokeball

[ghostytrainer]

Characters: John Egbert and YOU
Setting: Meadow floor; March 1-3
Format: either
Summary: Followup to this post. John managed to catch the soul extraction process on tape. Not wanting to expose himself any more than necessary, he avoided sharing it on the network and instead put note in everyone's mailbox. Now he's waiting to see if anybody responds.
Warnings: Probably just language

[Just as his note detailed, John can be found in the middle of the meadow floor between 1pm and 4pm on March 1st-3rd.]

[Not wanting to waste any time, he decides to train his Litwick and Zorua while waiting for people to show up by pitting them against one another in a play-battle. Yeah...experience gainage will be a slow process this way. He'll have to go monster hunting later. His Dusknoir floats at his side, arms crossed over his chest as he watches over the fight.]

[Now hopefully anybody who's here about the tape will be able to recognize him based on the dumb little doodle on his note...]

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

[He pales ever so slightly. The look that momentarily crosses his face clearly answers her question without him even having to say anything.]

I did, yeah. Pieces, to be exact.

[He doesn't want to think about it. Seeing his own severed head was pretty much awful. But not as awful as the knowledge of knowing exactly WHAT Rose did to him after decapitating him.]

[true_noir]

So... they remain behind for at least that long. I wonder if they suffer rigor mortis like a normal body, or if we only look like ourselves.

[She smiled a low, cunning smile as she looked at him. It was the sort of smile that told him she'd seen him like that, and she knew exactly how he'd gotten like that.]

You've been very informative... John was it? Rose spoke highly of you.

[ghostytrainer]

[John may be a little dense at times, but he understands the implications of, not only Chloe's smile, but also the comment about Rose speaking highly of him. He can put two and two together.]

Yeah, that's right. My name is John. And it's no problem, I'm happy to help out.

[And now there is a huge awkward elephant in the room and John's not sure how to address it. Or even if he wants to.]

[true_noir]

Other than being sure that I know now how death works here, I am not sure how much it really changes for me... Death is kind of meaningless when you are already dead. Moreso here.

So, I suppose the question I might ask now is... what do you plan to do with the little secrets you've just gained? It was an... enlightening week after all.

[Somehow, she didn't sound like she was just talking about the sojourn down below.]

[ghostytrainer]

Well...for starters I'm going to start training myself. In nearly fifteen years of being alive, the amount of time I've had to actually fight for myself amounts to a couple of hours. Which...isn't exactly great for a place like this, I think you will agree.

[Nope. Not touching any other implications she may or may not have made. He really doesn't want to talk about what Rose did to him.]

[true_noir]

I would. This place is full of predators and risks. And, however much you might wish to, the admins will not let you hide in the dormitories forever. How will you learn, though?

[ghostytrainer]

I have a couple of people who said they would be willing to help me out and teach me a few tricks. And I'm going to give my weaker Pokemon some more serious training from here on out. The admins might have the ability to seal them if they want, but that doesn't mean I should stop using them all together.

[He's got this aaaaaaall figured out, yup.]

[true_noir]

Pokemon... these creatures you travel with? Rose had some too the other day... I take it that you actually train them to fight?

[ghostytrainer]

[John nods.]

Yup! Raising and training Pokemon was pretty much the whole point of the world Rose and I were brought to before this one. And we were lucky enough to get to keep some of them here.

[true_noir]

huh... What, if you don't mind me asking, are these able to do? I only briefly saw Rose's at work, and she was not herself at the time...

[ghostytrainer]

All sorts of things. Depends on which species you're talking about. The big guy here [He gestures to the Dusknoir still floating next to him.] is a ghost-type so he can do the sort of things you would expect from a ghost. You know, walk through walls, turn invisible, that sort of thing. But he has some pretty nasty punches up his sleeve too. Fire, Thunder, Ice...he can sort of manipulate time and attack in the future. Just...lots of things, basically.

[true_noir]

Attack... in the future? How exactly does that work? It sounds as if he has magical powers, but that...

[ghostytrainer]

Yeah, magical powers are basically what they have. [That...really would have been an easier way to say it. Why didn't he think of that?]

The move I was referring to though is called Future Sight. Basically, when he uses it, there's no immediate effect. Literally nothing happens. That can be seen at least! Because a little while later, when the future becomes the present, the target hits by a wave of psychic energy. [Makes sense, no?]

[true_noir]

Psychic... that helps to explain it somewhat. It is disconcerting to think that it manipulates time in that fashion, however. Are all of these powers active here then?

[ghostytrainer]

Well if it makes you feel any better, that's the only time manipulation he can do. He can't travel back and forth or freeze time or anything like that. But yes, all my Pokemon kept all their powers here.

Though like I said, the admins can seal them entirely so...there's that.

[true_noir]

It does not really improve or worsen my mood. It simply clarifies something for me. And yes, I assume the admins can behave like gods in this world. It helps to explain how they can keep some in this place.

...

How powerful can these creatures be?

[She idly wondered if he was aware that she was trying to tactically assess their potential threats to herself.]

[ghostytrainer]

Well generally speaking, they can be quite powerful. There are some that are basically gods among Pokemon.

[true_noir]

I have ... some experience with gods. When you say gods, do you mean things of similar power to what a person would expect?

[ghostytrainer]

[He nods.]

Yeah. Hell, supposedly the creator of that entire universe is a Pokemon. There are others that can control the weather, the sun, the moon...basically it's like your typical myths from any other universe. Only replace gods with Pokemon.

Obviously, I don't have any of these. They're incredibly rare, to the point of only one existing at a time, and pretty much impossible to control.

[true_noir]

I will be honest and say I am somewhat relieved that you do not, and that they are more like forces of nature than anything. Still, it is a disturbing sort of weapon for people to have.

[ghostytrainer]

Pfft, yeah tell me about it. [This one time, Team Rocket got their hands on the three legendary beasts of Johto. It didn't end well for anybody...except for the beasts.]

Oh, by the way. What's you're name?

[true_noir]

Ah yes, I do have you at somewhat of a disadvantage, don't I John? [A dry chuckle was followed by another of those perpetual, impish little smirks.]

Chloe. It seems a poor trade, though, for the information you've shared.

[ghostytrainer]

[John waves a hand dismissively, smiling.]

It's nothing! I wasn't expecting anything in return for this, after all. It's just something people deserved to see, you know? If they so wanted to. I would have broadcasted it over the network but somehow I get the feeling that would be...well downright dumb, all things considered.

[He definitely doesn't want Ruana to eat him. That would suck. And since now he knows that she knows that there were people down there...]

[true_noir]

Well, it would have been spectacular, if fatal in all likelihood. Still, I do feel I owe you a little...

[ghostytrainer]

Hmm [He scratches his chin.] You already told me your name so I can't really think of any other information you could give me in exchange.