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| Lonile | Sep 11 2015, 08:43 PM Post #1 |
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Prologue: A grey haired man sat on a barren bluff overlooking what was once a great city. Giant chasms crisscrossed the city, swallowing anything that had stood above them. Fires dotted the sides of skyscrapers, though most had burned out days ago, and smoke hung over the buildings like a haze. Despite the devastation there was no sound, just a deathly silence that had settled over the city like a cloth. The people who had made the city home had mostly died or fled by now, gone to search for some refuge. They would find none. "This would be number twelve. So much for peace." He sighed and shook his head as he sought out the sun's position in the sky. "I'm getting too old for this shit." The observer stood up slowly and stretched before taking a pull from the flask that sat on his hip. We was of average height and, despite the color of his hair, had an angular but line-less face. He wore a dark blue cargo vest over a black t-shirt and green cargo pants. At his side sat a large grey frame pack with a well worn rifle attached to the left and an entrenching tool fastened to the right. "Last time it took them about eight hundred years to come back, but there wasn't as much infrastructure damage as there is right now... Last time we had destruction on this scale we needed people from another world to kickstart development again." He shook his head as he lifted the pack and swung it onto his back. "I just wish I didn't have to deal with these idiots blowing themselves up every couple of millenia." "Well that's certainly easy to fix. I can make it happen!" The man spun around at the childlike voice that materialized behind him. Rather than the child he'd expected, there was an odd creature floating in the air a few yards away. It was tiny and looked almost like a small person with a giant star shaped hat but it was just floating there. "You're... floating. Why are you floating." The odd creature giggled and corkscrewed up about a foot before dropping back to where it was. "You're weird. Most people would ask who I am before something as trivial as that, Gregori!" "Wait! How do you know my name?!" "I have to know your name to grant a wish and since I granted the wish that means I know your name!" The sing-song voice seemed perpetually happy as it almost danced in the air. "You can call me Jirachi, nice ta' meet you!" Gregori rubbed his face before looking up and verifying that, yes, the creature was still floating there. He opened his mouth to speak and stopped, opening up the flask and taking a cautious sniff to figure out if he'd been drugged before taking another pull and shaking his head. "Hello Jirachi. Might I ask what exactly you are." The star creature bobbed its head. "Yes you can!" The man waited for a few seconds before rolling his eyes at the verbal trap and asking "What exactly are you Jirachi." Besides a smart-ass. The creature's perpetual smile seemed to grow as it answered. "I'm a Jirachi!" Riiiiiight. Smart-ass it is. Moving on. "So what is this about granting my wish?" "I'll show you, I just need you to take my hand." The Jirachi extended one of its miniscule hands towards the man. Gregori stepped forward and gingerly grasped the hand. Nothing happened for a moment before he felt as if a straw had been jabbed into the center of his brain which his entire body was then sucked through. Blacking out for a second he found himself on his hands and knees in a thick carpet of grass where he was promptly, and quite noisily, sick. After a few minutes he managed to stagger to his feet and shoot a death glare at the floating star-thing. "What the hell did you just do?" The tiny hand pointed back towards where the man had been sitting. Rolling his eyes, Gregori turned and looked towards the city before feeling his legs weaken again. The buildings were undamaged and surrounded by forest as far as the eye could see. The architecture was much more rounded and organic than the uniform rectangles and angular towers he was used to. Looking up, he stared at the sun and the sky in disbelief before feeling the soil beneath his hands. This isn't my sun. The sky is too blue... There wasn't any grass. "Where am I!" "Welcome to Natura! This is a much nicer place than the war world you lived on. No giant robots rampaging over entire continents, no global wars that threaten to wipe out your entire species, and almost no weapons to speak of." Jirachi bobbed a bit before continuing. "This world is cohabitated by people like you and creatures like me known as pokemon. The last great war is over and global peace is now at hand." "This is a lot to take in... And you brought me here just because I wished I could be free of my world's problems?" "Nope! I brought you here because you've survived twelve world ending cataclysms so far!" The color drained from Gregori's face as he looked back at the smiling pokemon. "What?" "In four days the world as they know it will be destroyed, a meteor ten miles across is going to hit the planet and everything you're currently looking at will be destroyed by flood and fire." The man struggled to his feet and fumbled his pistol from his holster only to find himself frozen from the neck down. "Why are you doing this! This isn't what I wished for!" Jirachi giggled and waggled its finger back and forth. "I never said it was your wish I was granting. And since you took my hand of your own free will you can't complain about what happened. Quite a few people wished that 'should the worst happen, someone who knows how to handle it will be around to look after my family'... You're on the shortlist of people who fit that description! Congratulations!" The pokemon floated behind its captive and whispered into his ear: "As long as you stay on this bluff you'll be safe. There's a cave through those trees where you can ride out the firestorm in safety." Feeling his limbs begin to respond to his commands again, Gregori spun around and raised the pistol only to find the sky empty. As he holstered the weapon he heard the creature's voice whisper through the trees. "Have fun, I hear the view from up here is to die for." Edited by Lonile, Sep 11 2015, 08:44 PM.
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