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A certain anxiety crept over Alastor as he peered into a window from the rear of Professor Birch's laboratory. It was here Birch and other Pokemon enthusiasts conducted numerous experiments and reported an unimaginable amount of discoveries. But what Alastor found himself admiring was the collection of unique Pokemon lying dormant inside. Rows of Pokeballs, ripe for the plucking.
Having stalked the hindside of the building since evening rolled over Littleroot Town, Alastor had become overconfident in his poaching capabilities since joining Team Magma. What could have possibly deluded him into believing he could pull this off was beyond his knowing. It was simply the thought of acting on an instinct to collect greater Pokemon that he considered pilfering a new Pokemon from the abandoned laboratory.
It was said that Professor Birch himself typically worked and slept on the premises, though Alastor keenly remembered watching him depart on a certain venture through Route 101. Perhaps he intended to stock up on Pokemon once more, having depleted a vast amount on the adventurous trainers seeking Birch's assistance in beginning their yet untold legacies.
It dawned on him that as precious moments slipped away, somebody would likely arrive sooner rather than later. Alastor nearly shattered the window with a spare PokeBall before he heard the dull footfalls of sneakers on a dirt road. Panicking for fear of looking suspicious, his first instinct was to retreat. But in truth there was no crime committed. Not yet.
"Who's there!? Don't startle someone like that, you gave me quite the scare." He wanted to reach for his PokeBalls, but somehow Alastor knew this would prove an error rather than good instinct.
Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 21, 2015 11:49:11 GMT
explosions broke in the sky all that i needed was the one thing i couldn't find
Having his pokedex broken so early into the game was either extraordinarily helpful or terrible luck by itself. For one thing it meant he wouldn't need to go through with the bother of helping an old man that was about to tip off and die any day now, and for the other he lost a valuable resource of information and a plethora of ways to excuse himself. Pokemon trainers were expected in the weirdness that they were and the whole being on a mission for Birch excuse worked every time.
In the end the pros outweighed the cons and Julius found himself making the long way back to Littleroot. He didn't want to bother with the train, and re-experiencing the journey was interesting, especially now that the obstacles which seemed difficult proved to be easier with his new found team.
Though Alastor might have noted Birch heading out, Julius did not and he easily fell into the category of hopefuls looking to meet with the pokemon professor, although possibly for another reason altogether. Bag swung over his shoulders and hipster glasses brilliantly reflecting the light, Julius looked like quite the rookie trainer. Finding his way to the back of the building (he had from all the way from Rustboro and wasn't too keen on walking all the way around), Julius was met with the startled cry of an all too suspicious looking man.
His eyes narrowed, but he quickly remembered how being suspicious last time had led to a girl possibly hating him for the rest of forever, and his expression softened a bit.
"Ah, sure. Sorry for startling you." He smiled. "...although all I was doing was walking, you know," he added pointedly, his eyes looking behind the boy and towards the window and then focusing on the boy again.
His face might have flushed for all he knew, but in the dim light of a setting sun beyond the treeline, Alastor hoped this was concealed in the amber light. But an empty Poke Ball clenched in his left hand screamed something about his posture and intent. What am I doing, he thought to himself, ... I shouldn't be here. Contemplating on the choice of running, he iterated further and concluded running away with a Poke Ball in hand would look oddly suspicious. Tucking it away and clearing his throat, Alastor rebutted.
"Yeah, you're right... so what brings you here to Birch's lab? He's out right now, if you were looking for him in particular. My guess is on some Pokemon catching spree, not that I know definitively." Pausing for a second, he caught the stranger's eyes shifting to the window before carefully following back to Alastor. Crud. We've got a thinker right here. As if the glasses didn't give him the same impression as well, Alastor extended a hand to the newcomer to exchange greetings.
"I'm Alastor, you can just call me Al if you want... Who're you?" Gulping down on his rising anxiety, Alastor provided an out to distract the party crasher. Yet his keen eyes seemed to pierce through him, or was that Alastor's guilty conscience speaking out? Alastor wasn't quite certain how he could distinguish either of these possibilities into truth and falsehood. His posture tensed and once more something told him to flee to freedom and safety. He can't know for certain what I was doing, and it's not like I've done anything wrong. For all this guy knows, I was here looking for the Professor too. Sheepishly staring back at the stranger, Alastor patiently awaited the string of words certain to come spewing out of his new acquaintance. Would he accuse forthright, or try to overlook the situation's complexity?
Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 22, 2015 12:16:56 GMT
explosions broke in the sky all that i needed was the one thing i couldn't find
The boy in front of him seemed far too strange, what with the throat clearing and the awkward tucking away of the pokeball which Julius watched with visible interest. It wouldn't be the first time the glasses wearing male had seen someone eyeing a window like that, and probably would never be his last. The crime rate in Hoenn was really too pitiful as it stood.
He spoke and quickly driofted the conversation away from himself to Julius, which the older male had to applaud- his quick little side step was almost better than his own. But more importantly- Birch was out?
"Oh, really?" Julius did sound disappointed and he pretty much was. If his whole reverse-journey had been in vain... He groaned at the full realization of that. "Man, you serious? I made it all the way back here to talk to him, too." No need to tell the stranger about the whole pokedex breaking thing, or about that fact that Julius was plenty curious how he managed to know the professor was gone...
Julius reached out to accept his hand, never really taking his gaze off the boy. "Funny how you knew though, that Birch would be out doing his usual rounds at this time." It sounded like a casual passing comment, but his firm handshake wasn't necessarily friendly.
"Right, Al. You waiting for Birch to get back as well?" He said, offering the boy an all too easy escape from the question he had asked earlier. In reality, though, it was a trap. If he jumped on in and claimed that he was, too, just waiting for Birch, it would practically screaming that he wanted to be named innocent.
"You can call me Julius," he said, easily. He preferred no nicknames, but people seemed to give them around regardless.
What shred of a conscience Alastor had left forced him to blurb out his guts and spill the beans. Julius would either berate him or worse, attempt to have him ostracized or something to that extent. But nonetheless, it was a better alternative to dealing with any accusations or trying to go through the denial phase. Dammit all, I was this close.
"... To be honest, I was going to break in and steal a Pokemon. I just–...Oh, what do you care; you stopped me in my tracks anyways. There's your good deed for the day, Julius." The way he said the name gave off a sense of disgust or disappointment in himself. It came out abruptly and surely stirred something inside Julius, a sense of heroism or perhaps judgement. Alastor had figured his assertion that it was weird for him to know Professor Birch was out implied Alastor must have been scoping the place out. Creeping around in the dark and staring into windows gave off that sort of impression, Alastor thought it wiser to own up to the mistake than to let this progress into unveiling his affiliations with Team Magma.
I can't let it come to that, not now.
"I've been trying to build a stronger team, but so far I've caught two fire types. That's why I wanted a new one so bad; I thought maybe I'd return one of mine as compensation, but temptation's a slippery slope." He wondered if Julius would take the half-truth and leave it at that. Alastor liked to gamble, but this was getting risky even for him. Should a criminal dare to hope?
Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 22, 2015 14:06:48 GMT
explosions broke in the sky all that i needed was the one thing i couldn't find
Surprise lit up his features for a brief second before his lips curled into a rather vicious smile. And then he hung his head, shaking it ever so slightly as a mirthless chuckle escaped his throat. He finally looked up, a triumphant and malevolent look crystal clear in his eyes.
"You know not many of you can actually admit to being scum, gotta hand it to you." He paused, eyes narrowing dangerously. Julius easily looked like a different person. "Quite right, Alastor," he said back, reminding the thug that he knew a name of his now, even if it was just an alias. It was a little threat, but it really depended on the legitimacy of the name. Then again the boy looked young- he might not have been into crime until recently.
But a criminal was still a criminal.
"You're right," Julius said, almost as though he accepted the futile excuse. "And it's even more slippery when you've been down it before." He sighed, and shifted his bag which contained a growlithe egg to one side, as though protecting it from the thug.
"Seriously. Birch oughtta get tighter security to keep away pests like you." He sighed and rolled his eyes, and pushed back his glasses. Even though the matter was done and completed, Julius was not quite done with this guy. He never was 'done' with people like him. He'd never be done until they were all dead or behind not so easily escapable bars.
"If he really cares about those Pokemon inside, I agree. If I could've gotten inside, an organized abduction by Team Aqua or Magma could really jeopardize his mission and the welfare of the Pokemon inside." He almost wondered if it was fair to suggest he was a pest. Surely he intended to pilfer a Pokemon, but how was what he intended any different from snatching a wild Pokemon? Did anyone ever care to consider the Pokemon themselves might rather see the expansive world they were born into, instead of the inside of some old crusty man's laboratory? People treat Pokemon like they own them. I'm no different, but where do we come to this conclusion? Julius seemed intent on criticizing Alastor, so he began walking away from the building at ease.
"Say, you ever consider what the Pokemon themselves ever want? Or do you just see them as possessions of their trainers?" Alastor hoped this question would disarm Julius, perhaps bewilder him for a moment and cause him to lose focus. There was a follow up to this as well as he stretched his voice to carry over the increasing distance Alastor was putting between them.
"If I had to choose between being a lab rat treated nicely and the accomplice of a free roaming loose cannon... I think you can understand which side I'd be choosing. But I won't pretend I understand Pokemon yet; that's partly why I'm on this journey to begin with." Alastor clutched at Daemond and Kilala in their Poke Balls, almost wanting to challenge the stranger and test his mettle. I have no idea how experienced he is, though. I'd be asking for a beating. He left it at that, an errant thought straying into his consciousness. Would Julius pursue him?
Post by Julius Kingston on Jun 23, 2015 12:02:15 GMT
explosions broke in the sky all that i needed was the one thing i couldn't find
Julius was indeed bewildered, but not quite at the thing Alastor was expecting. He was interested in the way the boy spoke, like some kid from an educated with family. Well to do and with a pretty interesting grasp of situations: nothing like the idiotic thugs around the street, but not quite at magma or aqua admin level, either.
The question, however, made Julius roll his eyes. Was this guy geting sappy sentimental on him? "You're right," he snapped. "I consider pokemon as possesions, which is why you're a thief. You said so yourself, you were about to reach in there and 'steal' a pokemon. You didn't say rehome, like one of those freaks, so I suppose your sensible enough to realize everything you say is moot."
He paused, looking over the strange boy for what seemed to be the hundreth time. Julius saw his hand reaching for the pokemon and took a step forward, smile growing on his face. "The only thing I hate more than criminals is cowards."
His own had was still rested carefully on the small curve of his bag where you could see the shape of a small egg bulging out. He wondered what kind of pokemon this boy had- fire types. Would it come to a pokemon battle? Julius would be somehow surprised him the boy chose a fist fight, but he would be happy to oblige.
But it wasn't like he had any evidence on the boy-- he was simply going on the hunch that he was criminal, and that was based on the fact that he wasn't rapidly denying ever doing this before or telling him it was all a misunderstanding. In fact he practically seemed annoyed that he'd been stopped rather than scared, judging from the way he had sneered out his name.
"Perhaps that's because it is not truly a home I'm giving them. I only meant to pry at how vicious we are as trainers, to believe we can own a living thing... It's a partnership at the basest level. But we've skewed our perception of comrade and slave to become one when it comes to our... beloved Pokemon. They are little more than beasts of burden, forced to do our bidding whether it was what they wanted for themselves." Beloved came out with an emphasis, denoting a sense of sarcasm. Alastor wasn't moot, yet he wouldn't pretend that he was a saint or somehow knew what the Pokemon needed or desired. He merely felt an inclination to believe what it was they deserved; freedom to choose and not be plucked away from their natural home.
But there was little hope for them in this world humanity had claimed for itself.
"I might be the thief in your eyes, but I'm not the only monster here. We're all living a glorified lie: from criminal to vagrant trainer, we're all blindly pursuing our own personal agenda, our Pokemon's feelings be damned." It wasn't long before he left Julius in the dust, their exchanges becoming progressively louder and drawing attention from nearby villagers. He had one final note to leave Julius with, before parting back towards Oldale Town and securing his safety by abandoning the scene before Julius tried to use a would-have-been crime to press a formal charge or at least hassle Alastor with more rebuttles before Alastor himself could finish departing.
"Cowards are the ones with the honesty to admit when their situation is futile. They're the only ones not foolhardy enough to defy their nature. They bring balance to mad acts of bravery; if everyone were brave, humanity may have died off long ago... Perhaps I'll be seeing you around. Farewell until then." Waving a hand up high with his back turned on Julius, Alastor escaped and brushed past one of the Professor's aids just as he neared Route 101. If I ever meet him again, perhaps it will be under better circumstances. Not that he truthfully cared to meet Julius again, he came off extremely judgemental and disregarded Pokemon as possessions so nonchalantly. It wasn't the sort of ideology Alastor could agree to without certain concessions.
Concessions such as seeing people as tools just as equally as the Pokemon they've enslaved. It amused Alastor to think of people such as Julius being thrown into a reverse of the current situation, and spectating the progressive meltdown such a complex being would inevitably endure. Somehow he felt pity for the Pokemon, but not for the people.
