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Post by Jack Castaire on Oct 21, 2014 21:17:05 GMT -6
He remembers those days he spent here, Violet City might as well be the closest thing to home that he has. The cold brisk night air, the tension that fills the city with the ever looming Sprout Tower, as if the legends that surrounded the towers in general were more than enough to draw in spirits. The wind always seemed to be on the move, maybe because a lot of bird pokemon passed around, perhaps in honor of it's old gym leader. But regardless, now the city was a husk of what it used to be, an empty shell as compared to his memories.
Still, he did not let that dissuade him from marching around, causing a ruckus as he casually strolled in the city like he owned the place. According to recent developments, he partially did, Violet City was one of the cities that Rocket took control over, it only made sense to him that he owned the place. Hushed whispers were ignored as he went along, the path to Sprout Tower path dimly lit with old-fashioned lamps and candles. It suited the city well, it showed of age and stature, nothing like Goldenrod at all.
He entered the tower, and quickly made his way to the top, Cordelia dealing with the ghost pokemon who showed up eventually, though one Mean Look had them at a quiver already. Even as he reached the top floor, he was surrounded by at least four Ghastly, perhaps the others hadn't made themselves known yet, but the threat of the Murkrow kept them at bay, kept them civil enough to just hover and observe the man who leaned over the windows and stared outside. Trees upon trees until the next city, the path dark and dangerous.
"Ya fine with spending the night in this rickety old building, Cordelia?" Jack mused, sparing a gaze at the Murkrow who only puffed out her chest and uttered a low caw. Don't care. She seemed to say, as she fluttered over to the window herself and perched on the edge, letting the wind lick through her feathers. He didn't mind the cold himself, the numbness in his fingers slowly becoming familiar.
"Didn't think so either." He says with a chuckles, carefully running a hand on her back and massaging at a particular spot just below her neck that he knew she liked.
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2014 1:59:48 GMT -6 by Jack Castaire
Post by ELLIOT CARMICHAEL on Oct 22, 2014 0:10:25 GMT -6
Wishful thinking was useless. At least it was to Elliot. There was no point in just wishing for something to happen. There had to be action, some form of moving forward. If there was no motion, no intentions of leaving the past behind, then nothing could get done. Elliot wouldn't be able to move forward. But for now, he was stuck. He sneered at the darkness around him. Gagged and tied up. Shit... There wasn't much he could remember. He could remember being out in the city working on a project with some of the Elites, those who were based here and he was teaching some of the new ones. But the last thing that he could remember was walking in-between the two teams that he has separated for training purposes and being hit in the head from behind. The two teams were maybe 200 yards apart within different sides of the city. They were playing a game, Capture the flag of course. Elliot had played the game as a grunt during team training and so he decided that it was one of the best ways to teach team Rocket to actually be a TEAM.
When I found out who played this trick, I'm going to lock them up in solid confinement for a month! He thought frustratedly in his head. He had to get out of this trap. It didn't help at all that the back of his head was throbbing violently from the impact of being hit. Elliot fumed as he struggled under the tight bonds around his hands and feet. Fear kicking in to overtake the situation. But after about five minutes of struggling like this Elliot sucked in a deep breath through his nose and forced himself to relax. You won't get out of here by forcing your hand. You have to be clever. So, he relaxed under the silence and the darkness of the room. He took slow and steady breaths to keep himself calm, but mostly he thought about his next move. His eyes darting around the almost pitch black room, searching for anything that could be useful. The worst part of the situation that bothered him the most, was the fact that someone could find him up here. That would be his worst nightmare. Especially if it was anyone from Team Rocket. His life would be ruined for sure. Though... He wondered what some of the other Elites and Admins were questioning his disappearance.
Then there was a loud thump from the other side of the room. That first thump caused him to jump in shock as he peered into the darkness. He felt his eyes go wide and dilate, desperately trying to see anything he could. He had no idea where he was and no idea what it was that was in the same room as him. Was it a Pokemon? Was it another person trying to freak him out? Nebula, where was Nebula! Hadn't she been there with him while he was walking to the other team? He couldn't remember completely. Everything was in scattered memories that he couldn't quite grasp into his fingers. But now the idea that the thumping (that had continued till this point) was coming from Nebula herself gave him some kind of peace. He wasn't alone. But normally being alone wasn't the problem. Elliot was rich and proper. He knew how to act around those of higher rank. He knew the risks of the outside world despite some of his own kind. This was not something that was new to him, though it didn't pose any less of a problem. He needed to get out of here. And if that WAS Nebula, then he needed to get out so that he could get her out.
The darkness made his attempts hard to do, that was his greatest weakness right now. There was no light. Elliot had trained to battle hand-to-hand while not being able to see, but that was about paying close attention to your target. If he was a master, then he would probably know how to play H2H without seeing his surroundings as well. But that was not the case. He wasn't a master, and spent more of his time battling with his Absol, Nebula, then he did with any of his other physical activities. If only he had trained in this art more. But that was not to be, he just had to think of something else. Though... It was hard to concentrate with the other thing in the room pounding the floor like that.
Post by Jack Castaire on Oct 22, 2014 3:16:23 GMT -6
The wind barely ceases from it's billowing, so much so that he spots a few wayward Zubat get thrown around like paper planes in their flight. Jack chuckles a bit, half-tempted to have Coredelia fly out and snap a few out of the air and watch as they struggle on the ground with their broken wings, only to be attacked by the other pokemon on the ground later. Sounded like a whole bunch of fun. Come the next day, the Zubat would be gone, or maybe gathered up by their friends, probably deemed useless by their clan and cast away to fend for themselves where they would inevitably die of hunger.
His thoughts on his own sadism are broken off by a short caw from Cordelia, who was eyeing the Ghastly warily. Jack himself turned from his position, and watched as the hazy figures slowly back off. They seemed all the more cautious of the Murkrow, but didn't look as though they were going to attack, rather, it was almost as if they were slowly losing interest, and were only going slow as not to agitate the bird. Jack didn't care much, the ghost Pokemon could do as they pleased, so long as it didn't interfere with his own agendas for the night. He was about to turn back to thinking up horrible things to do to the Zubat when another insistent caw from Cordelia made him pay a tad more attention.
Annoyed as he was, he knew that Cordelia wasn't the petty type and surely there was some reason to her callings, so he took a bit more interest in the Ghastly. They had floated away now, their attention diverted to something else altogether. Their ghostly forms were hovered over a particularly dull piece of wall, staring at it with some profound interest as they muttered to themselves. Now, Jack didn't know what kind of pokemon they were in their past lives, but surely they had better things to do than stare at walls like mentally unstable beings with jelly for brain. And surely Cordelia wouldn't bother him for something as mundane as that. It was only then, after a second look, that he realized what he had taken for as a wall was in fact a door, made evident by the fact that there was small latch on it.
Alright, I'll bite. Came the thought, pushing himself away from the window to take a better look at the door. The ghost pokemon hurriedly gave way, quietening themselves as Jack walked past them. There was nothing particularly intriguing about the door, it looked as shabby as the rest of the place. A moment's hesitation before he was undoing the lock and opening the door.
It was to his surprise when he found a man inside, tied and gagged, barely able to move. He couldn't help the glee that poured forth when he recognized the figure as well, a laugh bubbling forth. "Heya boss, didn't know you were into kinky shit like this. Did I catch ya at a bad time? Should I give ya a moment to fix yerself up?" Jack said, smile stretched wide on his face, not even bothering to hide it. It wasn't every day that you managed to look for blackmail material on a particularly straight arrow such as Elliot. But this... This was taking the cake. Out of the goodness of his heart, he reached forward and plucked out the gagged, an indescript piece of black cloth. It was no fun if Elliot couldn't stutter out excuses now was it.
"Now, who should I thank fer this occasion?"
Yep, he was fine with watching Elliot squirm around.
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2014 3:17:48 GMT -6 by Jack Castaire
Post by ELLIOT CARMICHAEL on Oct 23, 2014 3:00:59 GMT -6
Don't ever panic. That was his number one rule. Once emotions took over, his entire cover would be broken. Everything would fall apart around him. It was his lack of emotion that kept him glued together. So, he didn't panic. He thought over his options. Well either someone had left him here to die of starvation, or they would be back to get him. He would make good ransom money if ransomed back into Team Rocket or even his own family. That would be the smarter of the two options. It was either that or someone really had it against him. But not having his hands, teeth, or eyes open made it hard for him to come up with anything to free himself. At least if he wasn't gagged he could do something about his bound hands, or if he had light to see. That would make everything easier. But that wasn't the case. His hands were tied behind his back, but the rope around his fingers was attached to another tighter rope that was wrapped tightly around a support beam. But with his hands and feet bound the way they were, it was difficult for Elliot to sit up in general, let alone escape his bonds.
Then there was the sound of a door opening and Elliot turned his eyes away from the blinding light that flooded into the room. With this movement, Elliot concluded that the figure struggling in the other corner actually was Nebula, also tied up with a muzzle that kept her head very close to the grown. Ell narrowed his eyes in anger. How dare they touch Nebula. How dare they muzzle Her and tie her up. Those low lives were going to pay and pay good. No one did that to Nebula no matter what happened to himself. But then he turned and looked up to see who the new comer was, finally allowing his eyes to adjust to the new light. No... No way. Of course, once he was found, it had to be Jack who found him. Out of ALL the Rocket members. Jack had to be the one who found him. Bastard. But Elliot made no immediate reaction to the older man's "hilarious" comment. All he did was glance in Nebula's direction.
Despite the comment, Elliot still wasn't sure if Jack was the actual culprit of the crime, or if he had just happened to luckily stumble upon his Admin being tied up. The problem was, now that Jack had seem him like this, there were two ways it could go if he HAD just simply "stumbled" upon him. Either this was going to get out and Elliot's rep was going to go down the drain, or Elliot had to think of something very quickly to get Jack off his back. That wasn't likely though. Elliot had been watching Jack every since he came to the city from Goldenrod city. This was one of the Elites that Elliot trusted and liked the least. He had no integrity or respect for his team or self. Arrogant and Cruel would be two words that he would use especially for the young man. It was strange to thing that the Elite was three years older than himself.
Hiding his fear and fury behind intensely blank eyes, Elliot watched Jack closely. When he reached over to take off the Admin's gag, he waited till it was completely off to turn in Nebula's direction and say, "Nebula! Hush!" At this moment he completely ignored Jack and his ridiculous questions. Besides, Elliot didn't know the culprit and he wouldn't wanna tell that to Jack even if he did. The situation would only get worse if that were to happen. At the sound of his chilled, cooled voice Nebula stopped dead in her panic and turned toward him. Intense crimson eyes blazed into his own crimson brown pools as she stated just how upset she was at the current situation. "Scio, et audi vocem meam, et cessabit."I know, calm yourself and listen to my voice. He said in one of the many high speaking languages call Latin. It was his favorite and so he taught a bit of it to Nebula in case they were in a situation where they would need to use some kind of code. This was as good a time as any. On the other side of the room, Nebula snorted in irritated response. He knew she was upset. She had probably been hungry also, since she hadn't eaten since that morning. Assuming it was still the same day they had gone missing.
He noticed that Jack here wasn't about to help him out of this situation, so he had to come up with something to do to get out of this mess. He would have used several of Nebula's moves if they hadn't been more complex ones. None of them were very useful here.
Elliot refused to be dropped so low that bribery was his only way out, besides, he refused to give Jack the satisfaction of the knowledge that he was afraid. So he looked around at his surroundings and felt around his area. Nothing... Damn... Perhaps he could get Nebula to do a small Razor wind attack to cut the rope that was tying him up. But with her horn being... THATS IT!
"Nebula , patres cornu, cornu vestrum absolvo!"Free your horn! Free your horn! He watched as the moon furred Absol understood his words and then began to struggle against the rope that held her horn so close to the ground. It only took her a couple of moments, but the strength of her neck muscles and the sharp edge of her horn caused the rope to snap. She made a triumphant snort and turned her blood red eyes back on to Elliot for more instructions. Well done, stella quaesitor." He said softly then glanced at Jack suspiciously. "Nebula," he said in a slight accent. "Uti leni vento novacula."Use a gentle razor wind. It was the only thing he could think of that might get Jack off his back AND cut the ropes. He may be wounded in the process, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to take to get himself out of this mess. He just had to prepare for it.
He glanced at Jack once more before curling his head down towards his knees and doing his best to stay small. At the same time he knew that the female absol was charging up for her attack. Her red eyes focused on Jack and Cordelia. It was only a matter of time before she let the attack go. The only thing was he had made sure she wouldn't charge up as much as usual, because he could become really hurt in the process. Not to mention it could hurt Jack and Cordelia. Not that Elliot would really care, but he didn't want to have to do any more paper work then he was already going to have to process. Only seconds later did Nebula let go her attack, right where Elliot was laying on the floor.
Elliot held his tongue as the mini tornado hit his body. His mouth and eyes were closed so they nothing important got scratched. But he could feel the pain of knives and needles slicing through his skin and the bloody wound on his head. The wind also cut through the bonds on his hands and feet quite nicely. Once that was finished Elliot rolled out of the wind as quickly as possible, the adrenaline of the moment still racing through him as he stood himself up and ran over to Nebula to untie her. "Its alright my dear, its alright." He said stroking the dirty fur of his Pokemon. The pain throughout his body was immense, and yet still Elliot would not give Jack the satisfaction. He held himself strong and glanced in the man's direction every now and again. "I wouldn't know who to thank. But I can imagine that they wouldn't be showing their faces near this place again." He said in a calm tone of voice, the adrenaline beginning to relax within his body, causing the pain to become even worse. He was now covered in slices. Looks like he would need some time off. Great... Thanks a lot.
