Post by midnightclubx on Jul 9, 2012 23:11:39 GMT -6
It's a Shade and Glade story. : I
Shade and Vladimir were a bit apart before their trip to the museum; Shade was a detective, and Vlad was like Castelia’s very own Bart Simpson; like a German Shepard forced to live with a very feisty Kitten. Shade was given the job to look after a classroom from Castelia’s K-12 school that was going to the Nacrene City Museum as part of the “Community Chaperone” program between the Police Department and the school. “Why did they pick you out of all the people they could’ve chosen to come along this trip?” Vladimir said in disappointment. “I told you already, I was picked out of a hat lottery to watch over everyone on this trip. Besides, what’s wrong with having your big brother coming with you anyway?” Shade replied.
Shade didn’t know it at the time, but Vlad had a few tricks up his sleeve for the occasion… and by “tricks”, they were tiny bottle rockets which he made himself; they were harmless, but they were designed to be loud and flashy. Surely, this was going to make the trip a lot less boring. “Nothing, but I still think you look really silly in those clothes. I don’t even see why anyone one would want to look like a Chinese ninja.” Glade replied.
“I’m a detective, remember? I prefer keeping my lower face covered, and wearing this hat so that no one knows what I really look like. The glasses, though, I just think they look cool.”
“But I bet the museum will force you to take them off, so HA.”
“All I have to do is tell the staff that I am part of the P.D. and that I am these kids’ temporary guardian for the trip and show them my badge, therefore, this is my work uniform, so HA.”
The two kept bickering at each other until they finally made it to the museum, where the flood of kids began pouring out of the bus, with Shade and Vladimir coming out last. “Well, just remember this: Don’t do any funny business. I’m telling you this not only because I’m your brother, but also because I’m looking over everyone, and I really do not want you to make this any more chaotic than it should be.” Shade warned Vlad. Vlad sighed and replied, “I know, I know. “
The two went out of the bus in an orderly fashion as the teachers rounded the large group of children up by bus number. After standing around for what seemed like an eternity for everyone, the teachers allowed everyone to walk inside the museum in a single-file line.
Throughout the museum, everyone got to see artifacts and wax replicas of various Pokémon, ranging from the extinct Archeops, to the feared Cofagrigus. It looked like the staff were surprised about how well-behaved the entire group of students were, but then again, no one wanted to do any form of roughhousing in front of a semi-masked detective, regardless of what he was wearing. Speaking of which, Shade kept a close eye on Vladmir, who was eerily quiet ever since everyone entered the museum; he knew there was something up that rascal’s sleeves, but he wanted to make sure that when Vlad draws whatever is out of his imaginary holsters, Shade will be like quick on the draw and fire first. He just needed to know when the “sun” was going to set.
“Mister, can you please take me to the bathroom? I’d go by myself, but no one will let me.” A little boy from 1st grade said to him. So much for being there at sundown; Shade didn’t want Vadimir to let him commence his scheme, but he knows that it wasn’t the primary reason why he was on this trip with him. “Sure thing; let’s get going.” Shade replied to the boy before the two walked away from the group, but not without glancing at Vladimir one more time just to make sure.
Vladimir counted to 10 in his head before he stopped walking along with the group and started commencing his “Secret Operation”; he observed that there was a “blind spot” that the surveillance camera in the floor couldn’t detect, and that was the very corner that it was mounted on. Granted, if it were a more modern camera, he would be caught for sure, but since he learned of this information in advance , he knew that there was no way that the camera would be able to bend down. The lone security guard was also not here, as the museum was closed to the public for this trip, and the guard thought that only the large group was something he could handle.
Now that the coast was clear, and with Shade out of the picture, Vlad only had a minute to do this right. He first went to the corner directly under him, and quietly got the bottle rockets from his pockets. He had a theory, that if he tied the fuses together, and only needed to light the knot, the fire would burn the separate parts of the fuses in one fell swoop, saving a bunch of time for him. The only way to find out if this theory worked was to pull out his lighter from his back pocket, and light it up. He was able to do so, but there was one problem: The fuse was burning too fast!
Meanwhile, Shade stood next to the bathroom door, waiting for the boy to finish doing his business. “Damn it, I bet that sneaky ruffian is taking advantage of this situation right now.” Shade thought to himself. He would know that what he said was true if he heard any funny noises, or flashes and smoke coming from the other side of the room; he knew it was coming, and sure enough, he heard a bunch of loud bangs and a ton of smoke coming from the other side of the room. “For Arceus’ sake!” he said to himself before dashing to the scene of the crime. He knew that it was Vladimir, and he knew that if his own brother wasn’t around, he would be suspended for a long month, if not expelled. He walked into the room full of very thick smoke, but instead of seeing his brother, all he saw was a silhouette rushing towards him, followed by a bunch of stars, then blackness…
When Shade came to, he looked like he was inside a very sterile hospital room, complete with a shining bright light that made almost everything hard to see. He couldn’t move any part of his body, but he soon noticed someone coming close to him; it was a suspicious-looking man in a scientist with a surgeon’s mask on. “Your clothes are rather amusing, especially for a detective.” The scientist said. Shade wanted to ask the “What are you doing to me?”s and “Where is my brother?”s, but he strangely couldn’t muster up the strength to talk, or even move his head much. It was like he was having a case of sleep paralysis, but inside his own nightmare rather than before it. All he could do was listen to that man ramble on…
“You know what you remind me of? A Lampent. It’s more than a coincidence, because detectives arrive to investigate a freshly killed suspect nine times out of ten, just like when a Lampent comes to harvest a soul whose physical body is dying. It’s almost like this syringe was made for you in mind! Oh, and don’t worry, your little brother is with you too. “ Shade was surprised, yet not; he thought that someone like Vladimir would leave the room by the time the smoke even filled the room; there is no way that he would hate his older brother THAT much. Shade’s head was starting to hurt by trying to jump to too many conclusions…
“You know, he seems like the type that likes to play tricks on people, just like a cute Litwick. Hmm, two people with the genes of a Litwick and a Lampent, and both are related; I love that idea.“ The scientist then grabbed an anesthesia mask, and a syringe that had a light blue liquid inside. “No hard feelings, Mr. Detective; Just following orders, you know? I will say though, Shade is a much better name than someone with the name Corpsetaker; he makes living with someone like Cilan better, but let’s keep that a secret, kay?” The scientist placed the mask on Shade’s fact, and fell back out of consciousness, but not without feeling a poke in his arm.
Shade woke up in his house, and in his room. Shade couldn’t help but think that it all happened in a flash like it was a dream, but it all felt real. He gets up and glanced at the window to notice that it was morning; maybe it really was a dream. Shade walked up to the bathroom, still feeling sleepy. He was getting ready to brush his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, but he noticed something different: The first was that his hair was no longer brown; it’s now two different shades of purple. He doesn’t remember getting his hair dyed, and there was no way that Vladimir could have been playing tricks on him because Shade always locks his door when he goes to bed. That wasn’t the only thing different, however: He noticed that his eyes were now simply yellow; no iris, no pupils, not even the tiny red veins were there! All that he could see was just one shade of yellow on both of his eyes, yet he seemed to have no vision problems.
Before he could grasp at the fact that he looked different, he heard a familiar voice scream like a little girl; something along the lines of, “MYHEADISONFIRE, MYHEADISONFIRE!!!”
To be Continued...
Shade and Vladimir were a bit apart before their trip to the museum; Shade was a detective, and Vlad was like Castelia’s very own Bart Simpson; like a German Shepard forced to live with a very feisty Kitten. Shade was given the job to look after a classroom from Castelia’s K-12 school that was going to the Nacrene City Museum as part of the “Community Chaperone” program between the Police Department and the school. “Why did they pick you out of all the people they could’ve chosen to come along this trip?” Vladimir said in disappointment. “I told you already, I was picked out of a hat lottery to watch over everyone on this trip. Besides, what’s wrong with having your big brother coming with you anyway?” Shade replied.
Shade didn’t know it at the time, but Vlad had a few tricks up his sleeve for the occasion… and by “tricks”, they were tiny bottle rockets which he made himself; they were harmless, but they were designed to be loud and flashy. Surely, this was going to make the trip a lot less boring. “Nothing, but I still think you look really silly in those clothes. I don’t even see why anyone one would want to look like a Chinese ninja.” Glade replied.
“I’m a detective, remember? I prefer keeping my lower face covered, and wearing this hat so that no one knows what I really look like. The glasses, though, I just think they look cool.”
“But I bet the museum will force you to take them off, so HA.”
“All I have to do is tell the staff that I am part of the P.D. and that I am these kids’ temporary guardian for the trip and show them my badge, therefore, this is my work uniform, so HA.”
The two kept bickering at each other until they finally made it to the museum, where the flood of kids began pouring out of the bus, with Shade and Vladimir coming out last. “Well, just remember this: Don’t do any funny business. I’m telling you this not only because I’m your brother, but also because I’m looking over everyone, and I really do not want you to make this any more chaotic than it should be.” Shade warned Vlad. Vlad sighed and replied, “I know, I know. “
The two went out of the bus in an orderly fashion as the teachers rounded the large group of children up by bus number. After standing around for what seemed like an eternity for everyone, the teachers allowed everyone to walk inside the museum in a single-file line.
Throughout the museum, everyone got to see artifacts and wax replicas of various Pokémon, ranging from the extinct Archeops, to the feared Cofagrigus. It looked like the staff were surprised about how well-behaved the entire group of students were, but then again, no one wanted to do any form of roughhousing in front of a semi-masked detective, regardless of what he was wearing. Speaking of which, Shade kept a close eye on Vladmir, who was eerily quiet ever since everyone entered the museum; he knew there was something up that rascal’s sleeves, but he wanted to make sure that when Vlad draws whatever is out of his imaginary holsters, Shade will be like quick on the draw and fire first. He just needed to know when the “sun” was going to set.
“Mister, can you please take me to the bathroom? I’d go by myself, but no one will let me.” A little boy from 1st grade said to him. So much for being there at sundown; Shade didn’t want Vadimir to let him commence his scheme, but he knows that it wasn’t the primary reason why he was on this trip with him. “Sure thing; let’s get going.” Shade replied to the boy before the two walked away from the group, but not without glancing at Vladimir one more time just to make sure.
Vladimir counted to 10 in his head before he stopped walking along with the group and started commencing his “Secret Operation”; he observed that there was a “blind spot” that the surveillance camera in the floor couldn’t detect, and that was the very corner that it was mounted on. Granted, if it were a more modern camera, he would be caught for sure, but since he learned of this information in advance , he knew that there was no way that the camera would be able to bend down. The lone security guard was also not here, as the museum was closed to the public for this trip, and the guard thought that only the large group was something he could handle.
Now that the coast was clear, and with Shade out of the picture, Vlad only had a minute to do this right. He first went to the corner directly under him, and quietly got the bottle rockets from his pockets. He had a theory, that if he tied the fuses together, and only needed to light the knot, the fire would burn the separate parts of the fuses in one fell swoop, saving a bunch of time for him. The only way to find out if this theory worked was to pull out his lighter from his back pocket, and light it up. He was able to do so, but there was one problem: The fuse was burning too fast!
Meanwhile, Shade stood next to the bathroom door, waiting for the boy to finish doing his business. “Damn it, I bet that sneaky ruffian is taking advantage of this situation right now.” Shade thought to himself. He would know that what he said was true if he heard any funny noises, or flashes and smoke coming from the other side of the room; he knew it was coming, and sure enough, he heard a bunch of loud bangs and a ton of smoke coming from the other side of the room. “For Arceus’ sake!” he said to himself before dashing to the scene of the crime. He knew that it was Vladimir, and he knew that if his own brother wasn’t around, he would be suspended for a long month, if not expelled. He walked into the room full of very thick smoke, but instead of seeing his brother, all he saw was a silhouette rushing towards him, followed by a bunch of stars, then blackness…
When Shade came to, he looked like he was inside a very sterile hospital room, complete with a shining bright light that made almost everything hard to see. He couldn’t move any part of his body, but he soon noticed someone coming close to him; it was a suspicious-looking man in a scientist with a surgeon’s mask on. “Your clothes are rather amusing, especially for a detective.” The scientist said. Shade wanted to ask the “What are you doing to me?”s and “Where is my brother?”s, but he strangely couldn’t muster up the strength to talk, or even move his head much. It was like he was having a case of sleep paralysis, but inside his own nightmare rather than before it. All he could do was listen to that man ramble on…
“You know what you remind me of? A Lampent. It’s more than a coincidence, because detectives arrive to investigate a freshly killed suspect nine times out of ten, just like when a Lampent comes to harvest a soul whose physical body is dying. It’s almost like this syringe was made for you in mind! Oh, and don’t worry, your little brother is with you too. “ Shade was surprised, yet not; he thought that someone like Vladimir would leave the room by the time the smoke even filled the room; there is no way that he would hate his older brother THAT much. Shade’s head was starting to hurt by trying to jump to too many conclusions…
“You know, he seems like the type that likes to play tricks on people, just like a cute Litwick. Hmm, two people with the genes of a Litwick and a Lampent, and both are related; I love that idea.“ The scientist then grabbed an anesthesia mask, and a syringe that had a light blue liquid inside. “No hard feelings, Mr. Detective; Just following orders, you know? I will say though, Shade is a much better name than someone with the name Corpsetaker; he makes living with someone like Cilan better, but let’s keep that a secret, kay?” The scientist placed the mask on Shade’s fact, and fell back out of consciousness, but not without feeling a poke in his arm.
Shade woke up in his house, and in his room. Shade couldn’t help but think that it all happened in a flash like it was a dream, but it all felt real. He gets up and glanced at the window to notice that it was morning; maybe it really was a dream. Shade walked up to the bathroom, still feeling sleepy. He was getting ready to brush his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, but he noticed something different: The first was that his hair was no longer brown; it’s now two different shades of purple. He doesn’t remember getting his hair dyed, and there was no way that Vladimir could have been playing tricks on him because Shade always locks his door when he goes to bed. That wasn’t the only thing different, however: He noticed that his eyes were now simply yellow; no iris, no pupils, not even the tiny red veins were there! All that he could see was just one shade of yellow on both of his eyes, yet he seemed to have no vision problems.
Before he could grasp at the fact that he looked different, he heard a familiar voice scream like a little girl; something along the lines of, “MYHEADISONFIRE, MYHEADISONFIRE!!!”
To be Continued...