View Full Version : Pokemon: Half-Life (Team-X's Lair)
07-14-2011, 07:00 PM
I'll edit this description when I have more time. This is where the organization, known as Team-X, carries out their evil deeds, plotting the recapture of every Pack member.
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07-15-2011, 03:19 PM
You wouldn't be able to tell from Haruhi's blank expression that she was thoroughly excited as she was ushered along corridors and up elevators.
This morning had begun unusually, apparently testing was cancelled and the higher ups were requesting Haruhi's presence upstairs. They'd given her new clothes and a breakfast that actually had some kind of flavour, before dragging her up to the above ground levels - levels which she had been forbidden to set foot on before.
The elevator pinged and the doors whirred open, letting in a bright light. Haruhi wandered towards it, it came from behind a glass pane set in the wall. It was outside, with things like fresh air and strangers (The scientists had warned her many a time that the outside world was a bad place). From here it didn't look bad, some what...nice? Was that the word? Haruhi knew how to read, write and count, just not too well.
"Haruhi," was the firm tone from her escort, exasperated at her absentmindedness, "This way."
She bounded over to the taller woman and followed her up yet another set of stairs, constantly looking back at the light pouring in from the window until it disappeared from view.
07-15-2011, 05:04 PM
Standing before the executives of team X's business firm, Fluff was not sure what he could expect when he was summoned forth. The heads of the organization hardly ever had a motive to disturb him because he always got the job done before,but now something told him there was nothing good to come from this situation. The young boy limped down the cold, bland hallway until he reached his destination. Standing before him were two rather large muscular men dressed in the cliche black attire of a secret service bodygaurd. They did not make eye contact, or rather it was inpossible to tell because the veil on the shades were as thick as a moonless night. The guard to the left opened the glass door leading into the board room.
As fluff walked through the doorway, he noticed the man cringe momentarily. The lighting was adequate, the likes of which came streaming through the crystal chandelier hanging over head. I stopped walking before the south end of the long table, staring directly across toward the president of the company. To my flanks were his smug associates who seemed bothered because they were required to attend this summoning.
With a slight smirk across his chiseled face, the president said," Fluffy my boy, have you been behaving"?
With his usual calculating demeanor, Fluff said, "Define behaving old man".
Obviously being called old had perturbed aging President, so he said" Oh you know, keeping a low profile in public. Our firm was took another devastating hit when we had to pay off yet another settlement to one of your, 'Opponents".
As if the question was absurd, Fluff said,"That sorry excuse for a pro could not fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Was I suppose to let him go so easily"?
This conversation was not a new one, which was apparent when a scowl manifested across the aging President's countenance," Yes Fluff, our organization has not won enough seats in the legislature to overthrow the government. If you keep these shenanigans up, we will have to take our own measures before we lose the support of the government. Remember boy, you never bite the hand that feeds you".
Fluff knew he had hit a soft spot and continued to press forward, " You're nothing like your father Harvey. Why do you insist on driving Team X into the ground"?
The old man did not continued by responding in an angry tone, instead he reached under his table and flicked a switch. He said," You know boy, we are sorry to have to do this".
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