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towerofanimus2013-03-08 08:39 pm
001 ☄ another day they waited, the clouds were dark and faded ☄ ᴏᴘᴇɴ
Setting: Assorted places around the Tower.
Format: Whichever!
Summary: The tower is +1 creepily happy ghost bro. He seems completely unaffected by the whole situation. He's also got a Ghost-bro with him, so feel free to recognize it... or him.
Warnings: None thus far! Morty's a cool cat, he tries not to create content warnings.
[Good evening, Tower. Waking up at some strange hour of the night suited Morty just fine, but the roomies might not take as kindly to the man who had been resting in the fourth bed without moving a muscle all day. Finally, at around nine o’clock at night, he started to show signs of life, and a bit afterward the sleep paralysis wore off and the seer was now officially a resident of room 3-20. He reacted with more confusion than anything else; jumping out of bed would be stupid. Morty took his time as he pushed himself up and looked around, and shortly afterward noticed that he wasn’t wearing his clothes anymore; instead it was some kind of uncomfortable white bodysuit, which... wasn’t cool. It was kind of embarrassing actually. Eventually, he resigned himself to the fate that he would need to get out from under the blankets in this; pulling them out to wrap around him would just create more work whenever he would have to make the bed again. So he forced himself out. And found his clothes. Joyous day!]
[...he also found four Pokéballs in the bottom of the trunk, sitting in a belt he used for the express purpose of carrying them around. Well. That caused him significant distress; there was only four? Where were the others? An uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach, Morty took the Pokéballs one by one and held them, attempting to sense which Pokémon was inside. To his relief, he could still do it; the friends he had with him were Gengar, Dusknoir, Froslass, and Chandelure.]
[Well. There could be worse starting teams, the sensible side of Morty’s brain said. Chandelure and Froslass meant that he didn't just have pure Ghost-types. But at the same time — where was everybody else?]
[Morty headed back over to the bedside table he could only assume was his, hoping that perhaps there were other Pokéballs sitting in the drawers. But instead he found two letters both addressed to him. Maybe they explained what was going on? Oh, he hoped so, and so Morty pocketed the letters and slipped on his Pokéball belt as he walked out the door. Maybe there was a PC out here he could use to withdraw the rest of them.]
[Cue one very confused Morty trying to find the ‘Bill’s PC’ section of the terminals.]
CAFETERIA
[Said letters came out of his pocket after a while of loafing around in the hallways doing nothing, and eventually Morty had to realize that no. There were no PCs here. Just the terminals. Slowly but surely the Gym Leader tried harder to hide his concern. It was beginning to look like the rest of his team wasn’t where they should have been, along with the others... Banette? Jellicent? Mismagius, Sableye, Haunter, Gastly? Eventually he turned to the letters, hoping they would tell him where his friends had gone; instead, they led him down to the cafeteria. He didn’t know where that was. But he’d find his way down anyway.]
[This was all very... strange, he thought, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with an empty bowl that had once contained oatmeal sitting in front of him. (He saw no problem with the stuff.) Gengar was sitting on the table, munching away at a small pile of apples he’d found... somewhere, in the back room. Really, Morty was more concerned with the letters at this point. He read over them again and again, brow furrowed with a quite unusual seriousness. They only made mention of the items that were found in his trunk, no other external storage. Troubling. Very troubling. Morty did not like any of this, not at all. The world had been destroyed... no, that couldn't be! Ecruteak would never be destroyed, Johto would never be destroyed, the Pokémon League wouldn't... let it...]
[After a while, he set the letters down and slid them over to Gengar.] What do you think of this?
[The Ghost-type looked at him for a second, and then leaned over and started to read.]
No.
[He’s found the binoculars.]
No. No... no!
[That is all.]
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You see?
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[Suddenly he got... a lot more animated. Before it just kind of seemed like his head was in a fog.]
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[...uh, you know how Ishimaru gets about rules?]
[Yeah.]
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[LET HIM TELL YOU ABOUT GHOST-TYPES, CHIHIRO...]
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[And he probably will just stand there and politely listen to it all!]