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| Misery and Mystery; For Fanfic Comp. #2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 8 2007, 08:23 PM (255 Views) | |
| Akari | Jul 8 2007, 07:09 PM Post #1 |
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NO you can't have a user title. NOT YOURS.
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It makes like, no sense. You can't be a breeder in every city? WHY NOT? I mean, I understand jobs like life guard, but wouldn't people in Kaadara like a pure-bred Eevee too? People get jobs, they don't do them. HELL, WHERE DO THEY DO THEIR JOBS ANYWAY? Then, they get paid like kings. For doing nothing. Wtf? I'm not talking about Donnie or anyone in particular, but the system seems like it'd work out like that. And moar jobs would be nice, I'd definitely help out with that. Also, idea- People can start their own businesses. Not only will this save us time of making up an official thread for that job, IT'LL BE SWEET. We can have a thread with available buildings in each city to rent to start businesses/for team headquarters/whatever. And simple, no super smart system is needed. 1. Pm Gmod job idea and place to rent. 2. Gmod crosses off building on available building list. 3. Gmod puts it on taken list and bills player (In their profile or something). 4. ????? 5. PROFIT! Thoughts? [[Also, can I PLEASE, PLEASE have the rare candies from the announcment? They were never added to Akari's profile, and Moshii sure could use them. And I'd LOVE if I could have my TM from the staff thing back... I never used it ;.;]] |
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| Munchkinator | Jul 8 2007, 08:00 PM Post #2 |
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The current get job, stay active, get payed even though you NEVER do our job system is horribly flawed and milkable... so, I'd suggest a fix on that. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 8 2007, 08:23 PM Post #3 |
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“I’m getting to old for this,” a gruff voice remarked. “These damn cases keep on getting more and more confusing…” His statement had been answered in silence. Inside the Kadarra police station, were only three other people beside the speaker, but all had the same troubled looked upon their faces. The recent murders in town had left everyone speechless, or animated, depending on your look of things. The facts were these, Rigado Bravah is dead, murdered by the looks of it, perhaps assassinated, but suicide isn’t completely implausible. Happened only three days ago too, at his villa right outside of town. As assassination targets go, this one is a tad peculiar. Rigado was loaded (he did own a villa right outside a metropolis town) but he had no known enemies, no debts, no crazy ex-wife or anything. And the way he died… too creepy…. He drowned inside his lake, on the shallow side, standing up. There were no ropes, chains, anvils or cinderblocks to hold him down, he just stood their and died. Of course, this could’ve been just a suicide attempt (why he would’ve done it is still questionable) except that his face was twisted and fearful. Besides that, three other people had met their fate in similar ways within the past month. Including Rigado, four people were dead, each with the mysterious suicide and contorted face upon them. Details aren’t clear, but the only connections between the people are that they attended town meetings and were unfathomably rich. The community involved populace began to fear attending the town meetings (surprising a busy city like Kadarra even held something like this), while the prosperous hired bodyguards to be with them at all times, so that they would be protected just in case. Any who, the town is on guard, but then again, with so many people in Kadarra, being “on guard” can only work so much. And there was the chief inspector, a man in his mid-thirties, yet looking at his face; one would guess he would be at least forty-five. If he wasn’t sitting, he would’ve stood at a semi-impressive 5’11, with once a recognizable strong physique which had gone slightly to seed. Dressed in a wrinkled white collar shirt and blue pants, the inspector smoked his cigarette, a habit he picked up as a teenager and hadn’t gone around to quitting yet, while staring intensely at his desk. Newspapers and reports cluttered his desk, some even acting as a coaster for a large mug of delicious two day old coffee. Finally rising from his comfortable chair, the inspector paced behind his desk, looking at each of his assistants in turn, “Well, any bright ideas?” “Well, uhh, sir,” One of the new recruits began. This was Stiley, he was a good kid, only twenty something with his whole life ahead of him. Of course, being the new guy he was a bit overeager to prove himself, but he tried hard nonetheless, “I think these cases are actually disconnected from each other. At most, maybe the later subjects followed in the lead of the first one, but beside that, it’s pretty irrelevant.” “How can you say that!?” the female of the group blurted out. Now, Jill here was quite the looker, no doubt a match for the infamous Officer Jenny, in terms of looks at least. She was smart, but not excessively so, she was best used to gather information, apprehend low criminals, etc… grunt work. But she did posses a tongue to match her beauty, “Obviously the cases are connected, is it a coincidence they all died with a pained expression? Is it a coincidence that no one happened to see them for several hours before the deaths? Is it a coincidence that all of them were rich? Come on Stiley, we should throw suicide out of the bag, what we should be focused on is who killed them and why.” “I agree” spoke the last of the group, Mark. Now, Mark had been the cliché strong, silent type his whole life. He always worked hard, and was second in command behind the chief, but his experience still didn’t match up to the chief’s, he still had a few more years before he could really be trusted by himself to handle big cases. In his eternal clear tone he spoke, “There is just too much to say its suicide. But if it’s murder, what the hell did the killer want? Their accounts haven’t been touched, and their businesses didn’t suffer at all… what was the point?” “The point is that you’re wrong. It’s clearly suicide,” the rookie remarked. “Oh shut it, get some years under your belt before you speak up,” the fairer of the group replied. “Come now, Jill, let the boy say his point. He might be on to something,” Mark finished, always trying to keep the peace, and more importantly, the quiet. “Well…” and so began the ranting. The chief had been through this road many times, and instead of seeing it out to the end, he just donned his brown overcoat and hat, and left the station to the three bickering underlings. Why did I ever take this job? He asked himself, while driving back to his quite apartment, fully aware of the answer. He had to pick up the slack when the old man passed away, continue the family legacy. The chief looked at himself in his rear-view mirror. His once sharp green eyes were dull, black bags formed under his eyes and wrinkles started to creep on his face, “Damn it Cid… get it together.” He arrived at his not-so-cozy home. Sure there was furniture, a thirty inch T.V. and a refrigerator half stocked, but besides his clothes and the answering machine, this would’ve just been another generic apartment. He dropped his coat over the kitchen counter, it was useless for to have even brought it in the first place, clear skies with the temperature well in the sixties. No matter, Cid just opened his fridge, pulling out a coke and leftover leftovers, preparing for his gourmet feast. The phone rang just as Cid bit into his lasagna (at least it sort of resembled lasagna, whatever it was), ringing several annoying times, before the answering machine finally got around to answering, “Cid Cruptoi,” it announced in a gruff voice, I still can’t believe I sound that old… “You know what to do… BEEP” “Hey Cid, it’s me.” The machine translated; the voice this time was definitely feminine. A hint of nervousness could be detected, or was it just exhaustion. Either way, the message continued, “I can’t make it to dinner tonight, swamped with work. Call me later, we’ll reschedule.” Another “BEEP” and a disgruntled sigh by Cid followed the voice, Great, another date canceled. Veronica and Cid had been dating on and off for over two years now. While most folks their age would think about settling down, whenever the relationship got too good, something always happened to bring them apart, and they would restart again later. Well, what can you do? Love is a fickle thing. He placed his now empty plate and glass in the empty sink, and dragged himself over straight to the couch. A few moments of leisure activity, with the most demanding activity being which channel to chose, was the right medicine for Cid, especially after his day at work. Nothing good was on, was it ever though? Well, nothing except the news which just kept rambling on about something or another. Finally, the dull sound emitting from the T.V. and the strangely hypnotic screen tired Cid out, and lulled him to sleep in his comfortable lazy-boy chair. Waking up in a confused and sort of nauseous state, Cid quickly glanced at his watch; it was only 8:00… WAIT, 8:00! “:censored!” he yelled, quickly standing from the chair, throwing off his shirt and drinking cold coffee all in one swoop. He ripped open his cosset, and picked another white button-up shirt from the mix. With one look at his wardrobe, you could easily classify Cid’s fashion with one word, bland. All of the same white shirts, only solid ties, and a plethora of black pants and hidden; way in the back, were a few undistinguishable t-shirts. This didn’t seem to bother Cid at all, as he got dressed and left the room, running to get a fresh cup of coffee, which he then skipped on account of being too late. Dashing in his car and speeding promptly toward his office, familiar thoughts danced in Cid’s head, why did I ever take this job? For the record, Cid had always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer or perhaps something grander than that eventually. While many men let their childhood dreams die, Cid kept his dream alive, on tiny slivering hope, that he still had a chance. But, whether it is fear, laziness, or awkwardness, he never acted on his thoughts. Sure enough, at this rate, his headstone would be labeled, Here Lies Cid Cruptoi, Chief Inspector for all his Years. The thoughts swum around in his mind; turning his already crabby mood into a depressed and defeated one. Well, at least he arrived to work only fifteen minutes late, only a few bucks off his paycheck. That’s really all it was to him anyway, just another damn paycheck. He was greeted by his personal three man team, still fresh enough to be eager about solving a mystery. Cid grumbled something about needing some time to think, and himself in his personal office. It was quite bare, with only a few file cabinets, randomly placed chairs and a desk inside, no pictures of family members, or even anything at all to give the distinction that Cid worked there, as opposed to generic chief inspector #314. Well, at least he was constant with both home and office décor, and that’s admirable, right?What the hell am I going to do? Cid thought irritably, lighting up a cigarette and pacing the span of the room; I got nothing, no leads, no clues, no nothing. “:censored, I should’ve quit when I had the chance…” he mumbled through the smoke and the fumes of the cigarette. Before he realized it, the smoke had fogged up the room, and being deprived of windows and a working vent, he was forced to leave. Quickly trying to think something up when he came back to his group, he muttered, “Let’s go and see the autopsy reports again, I think we missed something there.” The group scuttled over to the files, each taking a different homicide and diving into the facts. Cid was peering over Rigado’s file, hoping to scour up some information that eluded him earlier. “Yea, this is a bit strange,” Mark said, as he checked over his file, “well, usually corpses take a few hours to stiffen up, but apparently Mr. Cunningham’s body was already frozen stiff by the time paramedics arrived, an estimated half an hour after his death.” Mr. Cunningham was the second one murdered, with no apparent reason for suicide or murder. He was found dead at the metro tracks, torn up into pieces by the train that ran him over. Luckily, there were large portions of his body that weren’t mutilated, so at least he was identified by his loved ones. “This is no help,” Stiley announced, “Ms. Nurel’s body was found after two nights of searching, there’s no telling if her muscles were stiff before or after the hanging.” Ms. Nurel was a big outdoors freak, every chance she had, she left Kadaraa and traveled over to the nearby wilderness. After she went missing for a few days, search teams formed to look for her. She was found dead, hanging from a noose by a tree. Such a lovely death, no? Jill’s reports shed some light on the case, “Dr. Otrench’s body had already been stiff before the corpse could actually undergo rigor mortis. His daughter saw him lying still in front of stampeding Taurous, he wasn’t able to move at all. Too bad she wasn’t able to save him from the rampage…” This whole time Cid had been checking over Rigado’s file, and it too had the strange condition of the body becoming stiff before the actual death. In a normal death, the body undergoes rigor mortis roughly four hours after the death, and then looseness back up after approximately twelve hours. According to Mr. Cunnigham’s, Dr. Otrench’s and Mr. Rigado’s files, their bodies were all stiff before there was enough time to freeze up. Of course there is the slight chance that all three just froze up before hand, I mean; some bodies will face muscle rigidity before the usual time. And there are ways to manipulate it… but it’s too much of a coincidence that three out of the four had this condition before allotted. “Right,” Cid said, addressing the group for he first time as a whole, “I’m going to look more into this. Everyone split up and follow your own paths. Meet back here at six.” And without so much as a goodbye, Cid left the group, grabbing his brown jacket and stuffing a donut into his face before the left the building. And just what was he planning to do? Some good investigating work of course! The only lead he could think of was the whole town meetings dilemma, it might be just a coincidence but his sixth sense told him to check it out. So check it out he did, driving through lunch hour traffic to the mayor’s office, not fun. But at least something was getting accomplished. With a few waves of his badge Cid was able to get a short meeting with the mayor, but he chose to postpone that. The gym leader was scheduled for her weekly meeting with the mayor anyway, and no one ever disturbed that. Rather, he went toward the town archives and dug out the videos of the recent town meetings, paying special attention to gather the ones which had the last appearance of the selected dead man (or woman). He flashed his badge a few more times to get a free room with a T.V in it, time for some investigating. Before watching the hours and hours of meaningless discussions, Cid poured himself a hot cup of Java. The aroma warmed him, and the taste was nothing like that which he had at home. Speaking of which, I didn’t have anything to eat today… and cue the stomach rumbling. Sighing loudly, Cid promised himself to go get a hot dog or something after this, but work comes first. Otherwise, he could never bring himself to watch the tapes… He put the first tape it. It was amazing how many people showed up to these meetings anyway. Just through a guesstimate maybe three-four hundred people… Although many were there just to observe, a few people were very active in the discussions led by the mayor. Cid paid little attention though and was fast forwarding through most of it until Dr. Otrench spoke up. Replaying that section at normal speed, he heard Dr. Otrench’s dull voice spark up, “What we really need to concern ourselves with is the crime spree going ‘round these parts. Just last week I must’ve had ten rooms full of travelers mugged by the hooligans. Instead of wasting time with gas emissions, we need to make our city safe.” He finished with a fair amount of murmur and agreement, a few even shouted Amen. The mayor nodded in agreement, and sealed the meeting… The second tape was just a regular meeting, with nothing interesting occurring. And the next few followed suit with uneventful discussions and agreements. However when he stumbled Mr. Cunningham’s last remarks, Cid listened carefully, “The taxes are too damn high.” He stated bluntly, gathering the attention of the others, even those who were drifting off to sleep, “We pay and pay and pay, but see nothing in return. Half the streets are still crap, crime is at every corner, the public areas are looking like slums and the schooling is horrible. I remember when Kadaraa schools were proud that they were just as good as any private schools, what happened to that?” Another burst of mild cheers broke the silence, the mayor agreed ad ended the meeting. After a few more meaningless meetings Cid found the last tape he was interested in, Rigado Bravah’s and Ms. Nurel’s last meeting. It appears that they had been talking about recent problems with the Pokémon walking around the town. One person had suggested finding a way to get a few Pokémon control people through the city and gather up the critters. Surprisingly, this idea gained a lot of support; guess these people never trained Pokémon… They mayor was strongly against this idea and debated every point however he was losing favor quite quickly, especially against Ms. Nurel arguments, “Mr. Mayor, with all due respect, you don’t know how much trouble these monsters cause to the good people of Kadaraa. Just the other day, a few of those mutts went into my garden and destroyed my cherished roses. And how many times have people wandered into the hospital after wild Pokémon attacks, it’s us verses them.” More shouts of agreement, apparently this was a very heated topic. Mr. Bravah was one of the last people siding with the mayor though, and he countered with, “Sure some times they are a tad annoying but let me speak to you in a way that you can understand. Truthfully, if this town didn’t have Pokémon, many trainers would stop coming here, and our tourism would suffer greatly. That means less money goes into your pocket, and on top of that, do you really think this will work out well? Countless trainers will resist and I doubt we would be able to round them up with opposition from humans and Pokémon alike.” Surprisingly, his statement gained some support back to the mayor’s side. After a few more points and rebuttals, the mayor closed the meeting and the topic, with an agreement to discuss this point at another time. And that’s that, from the tapes you could only gather so much information, and not enough to point fingers at anyone. In fact, all these tapes had done was confirm that the group was active in town meetings and were popular in their ideas. After glancing at his watch Cid realized that he had wasted four hours in front of a T.V, on an empty stomach on top of that. Staying true to his word, he stepped outside of the mayor’s office for a hotdog from a nearby vendor. His appointment wasn’t for a bit longer anyway, so why go hungry? As he feasted on the mystery meat and mustard concoction, his mind drifted back to the case. It’s one of the curses of being the chief; he always had something to think about. No reason for murder, no reason for suicide… I’m getting nowhere with this… Well, his meeting with the mayor was approaching fast, so Cid scoffed down his hot dog and went towards his appointment. As he neared the door, Sorsha, the hot-tempered gym leader of Kadaraa walked out of the mayor’s office. She was wearing a particularly smug expression on her face, twirling her blond hair around one of her fingers. She showed no sign of awareness that Cid was there, and just walked on her merry little way. Why someone like that would want to be Gym leader is beyond me, people always say she is a tad ruthless... He had no time to ponder what the limits of Sorsha's cruelness can exceed since the mayor personally came and introduced himself to Cid in a few short moments. He was a short man, with a large stomach and a pompous air around him, although slightly sweaty. The mayor was dressed in a fine black suit, with a red power tie popping out; his strides were short but he presented himself well and his voice was a tad on the monotone side, but that’s not really relevant, “Chief inspector, so nice of you to join me.” He called Cid into his office, and quickly offered him a drink, which Cid politely declined, “Straight to business I see? Well, I suppose you’re here to talk about the tragic deaths…” “That’s right sir, and if you don’t mind I have some questions that I need answered by you. I’m sure that you know the identity of the victims, so I just want to ask you, what do you think separated them from everyone else?” “Well, everyone has been following the story in the paper. The way you phrased your question… you think it’s a murder case?” He didn’t wait for a response from Cid, “From what I know, it looks like they just took their own lives. Heaven knows it’s impossible to understand a confused mind, and maybe those folks were just confused and didn’t want to stay living.” He paused for a moment, and went on with his response in the same bland tone as before, “The only thing that I can think of is that they were loud. Maybe someone just didn’t like their ideas…” “Did you have a personal relationship with any of victims?” The mayor reclined in his black leather chair and replied, “Well, not really. I had invited them before during my election campaign for funds and what not, but the relationship was purely politics and business.” “I see…” Cid got up, his data was collected, “Sorry for taking up your time, you’ve been a big help.” Truthfully, he wasn’t any closer to finding out even a plausible suspect for the murders, nor a reason for suicide, so he was just where he started. "Officer, don't forget to vote. The election is coming up in a few weeks!" the mayor called after him. Cid nooded and left. In his mind he ran over the mayor’s answers while returning to work, hoping that he might pick something out. Too bad nothing was apparent, maybe the rest of them got farther than I did… he hoped. He was a bit late for the designated meeting time; everyone else had already been waiting for him at his office. The three underlings made little notice of Cid late entry, apparently this was a usual thing. They waited a second until Cid situated himself in front of his desk, and gave them the go-ahead nod. Stiley started off, “Well, Jill and I decided to check something out together,” he gave Jill a slight wink which she returned with a shudder. He seemed to get the message and cleared his throat promptly, “Right, well we went to check out the victims’ families to see if we could find out anything else, maybe there was another relation between them.” “But we found nothing to connect them besides what we know,” Jill interrupted, “but it seems that they were popular in their community. Pretty well connected too, but that’s to be expected…” “So we got nada.” “Well, I didn’t do much better,” Mark said, “I went to check out what could’ve caused the rigor mortis to occur so early, maybe some mark on the body, or a poison in the stomach. There was nothing, it was unexplainable.” “Then we all just wasted our time, I went to the mayor to see if I could find anything out, he seemed to think it was either suicide or something going against their views. But their views were so different, that I doubt that could’ve been it.” Cid chimed in, filling in the news circle. “Alright, I guess we’ll have to continue this tomorrow. Heaven knows we’ve run dry today, so everyone just get some sleep. Something will come up tomorrow.” Although Cid’s words were hopeful, everyone knew that this case would remain unsolved. Magic evidence doesn’t pop up whenever it’s convenient. “Right then, well, I’ve got a niece to tend to.” Mark told the group while taking his leave, “She is staying with me for the weekend; apparently she wants to battle Sorsha, so I told her that she can stay with me until she decides to move on.” “Tell her good luck for me, someone needs to knock Sorsha off her damn throne.” Jill said, waving goodbye to Mark. “Heh… yea.” Cid said, remembering his brief encounter with the electric gym leader earlier today. Wait a minute… wait a minute… electric? Don’t most electric Pokémon have the ability to cause paralysis? Jumping out of his seat, Cid quickly gathered his things and thoughts together; it’s the only lead we’ve got. “I have one last thing to follow up, but don't worry about it,” he told the group. Stiley eyed him for a moment, “Where you going, I thought we were leaving this up until tomorrow.” “We were, but this should be quick. I don’t know if it’ll lead anywhere, so I’ll go check it out. Just keep your cell phones on; I’ll contact you if I need you!” Cid yelled while running out of the room, positively giddy. This is the first major breakthrough he had on this case, and I promised myself, the sooner I would solve this case the sooner I’d think about retirement, so why not be giddy. He passed Kadaraa’s gym everyday on his way home from work, so he knew where it was; still it took him a solid half hour to get there. The sun was setting by the time he arrived, only a few more minutes of sunlight left, but all of this just passed by Cid’s head. He walked through the door, very conscious of himself and his surroundings. When he reached the auditorium, he pushed it open to find it empty except for the lone presence of Sorsha. The room was dimly lit, but even in the faint light you can see Sorsha pacing around, most likely muttering to herself about something or another. Cid cleared his throat, “Gym leader Sorsha, I’m Cid Cruptoi from the police agency. I have a few questions I need to ask of you.” Startled, Sorsha quickly turned to face the Cid. One hand darted for a pokeball, but she quickly thought better of it, and just nodded. She pointed to a door, “Sure officer,” She said in a booming loud voice, “Let’s chat in my office though, much better then talking around in this big arena.” “Thank you, this will just take a moment.” Cid said, following her out of the arena and into one of the side rooms. The office was the bare minimum, just a few foldout chairs, a desk and a lamp. Even the walls were a dull gray, with nothing adorning them. Cid made no mention of it, and just sat in the chair opposite the desk, facing Sorsha, “I’m here to talk about the recent deaths that happened in Kadaraa.” Sorsha waited for a moment, “I’m sorry officer, but Kadaraa is a big city. You’ll have to be a bit more clear as to who we exactly we’re talking about.” “My mistake, specifically we are talking about Rigado Bravah, Denis Cunningham, Amanda Nurel and Richard Oswald.” “Ahh, those deaths…” she breathed. Her eyes flared for a second, but quickly returned to normal, “What can I help you with?” “I’m just here to ask a few questions, it’ll just be a moment. First off, did you know any of them?” “Not personally, I have seen them a few times in the mayor’s office, and in town meetings, but nothing special.” “Hmm. Can you think of any cause for suicide for anyone among the group?” “Suicide? No, like I said, I don’t know them well enough if they had any problems like that. Although I’m sure their friends and family can help you in that region,” she added coldly. Cid did ask the friends and family already, according to them the four had no major troubles, so no reason for suicide. Still, it’s always good to know someone else’s thoughts, “The mayor said he had them all over for a dinner party once, I suppose that’s where you met them?” Cid asked, going back to a previous point. “Yes, but that party bored me and I left in a few hours, politics and such is not really my concern.” “But you go to visit the mayor every week, a strange thing to do for someone who isn’t interested in politics. Sorsha turned a shade of red but quickly countered, “Just some necessities. General gym leader things, nothing significant.” “Isn’t a week everyday a bit excessive for gym leader things? The day I was there you were in the office with the mayor for some time.” “I don’t see how this has anything to do with your investigation officer,” she blurted out, clenching her hands together. “Just answer the question please,” Cid said bluntly, he wasn’t about to be detoured. “I’m cousins with the Riverwood mayor, he and this mayor sometimes get together for talks, so I was wondering what they discussed and how he was doing. Besides, sometimes we have issues to discuss about the wild Pokémon in these parts and certain criminals.” Cid paused for a second and decided not to peruse this point, “Alright. Just one more question. I’m sure you have some knowledge about electric Pokémon, specifically in their paralysis abilities. Can you describe to me what happens when an electric Pokémon tries to paralyze an opponent?” Sorsha froze for a second, her face turning redder and her knuckles white. She chose her words carefully and explained, “The electricity can travel through the bloodstream, causing a stroke or cutting the nerves of the inflicted victim. This may cause paralysis in some, it works especially well on water Pokémon.” “But what about humans?” “What about them? Do you really think that some wild Pokémon went and paralyzed Mr. Cunningham, then threw him in the metro to die?” she blurted out. “Who said anything about Mr. Cunningham being paralyzed? As far as I’m concerned, the only thing that showed that was the autopsy, which wasn’t released to the public as of yet. Explain yourself.” Sorsha looked terrified, she tried to still her shaky voice, but couldn’t manage to calm herself, “The mayor told me, he had looked into the reports and told me about them.” “No one but the police have access to the records, not even the mayor.” Cid stood up, keeping on hand on his gun and the other he used to flip out his badge, “Ms. Medevil, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you in for questioning.” Sorsha looked at Cid with a mixture of fear and disgust but subdued to his demand and went along with him. Still having a sense of pride, she removed herself from the desk, and walked out of the door, in front of the police inspector. Cid was right behind her though, and never lost sight of her back, problem was he couldn’t see what she was doing from the front. Sorsha called out one of her Pokémon, a Minum, which knew exactly what to do. Without a command it sent a bolt of electric energy at Cid, who barley managed to avoid it. In the confusion though, the attack hit his pocket, breaking his cell phone and gun. Sorsha darted backward, and called out Minum’s partner in crime, Plusle. She turned and faced the now weaponless officer, “I’m not going anywhere.” The two electric rodents crackled menacingly, letting loose small bits of voltage. The little light they gave off illuminated Sorsha’s face, glistening slightly from sweat yet contorted in an expression of greed, anger and hatred all rolled into one, evil sounds like a good word for it. Apparently, she gave some commands to her little rodents, who whizzed excitedly and began to charge up electrical energy from their bodies. Cid cursed while getting up, I knew I should’ve brought back up, he ridiculed himself when he saw the two Pokémon gathering electric energy. Luckily, as a police officer there were times when weapons weren’t enough so he does have some Pokémon, just not the greatest selection, “So I guess you are guilty of something.” He flung out two pokeballs, temporarily starling Sorsha and her Pokémon. After a flash of brilliant light, two Pokémon appeared, “Grr” was the unanimous sound the two produced, these pups were ready to battle. A Mightyena and a Growthite appeared, both snarling at the two rodents, who faltered and scurried back to their trainer. “It’s over. You’re under arrest, just keep quiet and maybe you’ll have an easier time.” Instead of an obedient reply, Cid got a mad cackle in response, “You really think that you can beat me with those pups? Listen old man, there’s a reason I’m a gym leader, and I’ll show you. Plus, Minus, use helping hand to power each other up, then go with a quick attack, one for each of the dogs!” Old man, that’s a tad disrespectful. Sure Cid was old, but for a twenty something to call him an old man… ouch. Back the battle though; the two electric Pokémon powered each other up. Plusle and Minum really shine in a combination battle their abilities overlap, helping each other more and more. However, the mere presence of the police dogs weakened the electric team’s attack power, even with all that fanfare it was just a slightly powered up quick attack. Plusle and Minum sped off and slammed into Growthite and Mightyena, respectively. The electric Pokémon were a tad more experienced, but the dog Pokémon were just so much bigger that the attack barley fazed them. “Fine then, Mighty and Blaze, use a powerful roar, followed by a bite!” The Pokémon responded immediately, it seems the police does train their Pokémon well, and let loose furious barks, scaring the smaller Pokémon. Sorsha tried to give them some command, but it registered too late, since both Plus and Minus found themselves facing snarling teeth. Minus managed to evade Growthite, but Plus wasn’t as lucky, and felt the jagged fangs close around his body. A small rodent like this was just a chew toy for Mightyena, and he was showing it. But on Sorsha’s command, Minus fired a spark attack at Mightyena, shocking him and forcing him to release his prey. That electric spark didn’t paralyze him, but left a burning mark on his chest. “So I see that you can play… Minus, Plus, use double team followed by a combined spark on that grey beast, show him what we do to our play things.” “Blaze, use ember all over, burn up all the copies you see. Mighty, sniff out the real ones with Odor Sleuth and tackle! ” The electric Pokémon made duplicate illusions of themselves to surround the canine Pokémon. But Growthite’s flames destroyed the copies as soon as they were made. Mightyena sniffed out the rodents, and ran in to put Plusle out of the battle, when it was hit by a spark from Minum, slightly paralyzing his legs and lowering the speed. This gave Plusle just enough time to fire off a full spark attack, paralyzing Mightyena and doing some sick damage. “This is how I got the rest of them,” Sorsha barked, “Oh yes. I don’t actually want to dirty myself with their deaths, so I just leave them to die, spotless and clean.” She actually licked her lips after that, savoring the memory of destroying those people, “but I might just kill you personally.” Mightyena howled out in pain, trying to raise itself up to attack and encourage Growthite to continue on, but it was down. Mightyena was barley able to move, standing on shaky knees instead of falling to the ground, “Blaze, we’ll have to take care of them now!” Cid shouted, realizing that Mighty might not be in the best position right now. Now it’s just a damn 2 on 1… “Use agility to speed up then jump straight into a Flame Wheel attack!” The dog barked loudly, and with one last look at the Mightyena, it ran forth. Currently, Flame Wheel was Growthite’s strongest attack, so if it can hit, it would decent damage. Sorsha had other plans though, “Plus, Minus, both of you aim for that flee bag and then shoot Spark!” The three Pokémon sped forth, with Blaze being the fastest. He jumped in the air to execute a Flame Wheel, just as soon as the others let a small orbish bolt of lighting at him. Growthite pressed harder with the Flame Wheel when it collided with the Sparks. Fire and lighting mixed in mid air, lighting up the full arena. The attacks seemed to cancel each other out, however when Growthite finished his attack, his fur was singed and he was breathing hard. A collision like that takes a lot of energy. “Don’t let him breathe, use Thunderwave to make sure he can’t get away!” Sorsha screamed. “Blaze, use agility, you have to dodge it!” Cid bellowed, although he was starting to sweat up. Hey, he wasn’t as young as he once was, and a Pokémon battle takes a lot of concentration. Growthite complied and relaxed his tense muscles before speeding around the arena, moving in between rocks and whatnot. Plusle fired hit thunderwave, which just hit a rock and diffused, while Growthite managed to evade Minum’s bolt. With both attacks rendered useless, Cid gave further orders to Growthite, “Great job, now hit them with ember, while you continue moving around. Don’t stand still!” “Why are you stopping? Attack with another Thunderwave. Don’t stop until that mutt is done!” Small embers formed from Blaze’s mouth, as he shot them towards the rodents. Too bad it was hard to aim while he was moving so fast, and he had to check where we was going to, otherwise he would run into a rock. The electric Pokémon dodged the weak fire attack, and fired off their own attacks, which Blaze in turn avoided. And this pattern continued for a few rounds, Blaze leaping from ground to rock, circling the lightning pair while spewing forth small bits of flame. Plus and Minus dodged whatever was coming their way, and responded with Thunderwave after Thunderwave. It looked to be like a stalemate, until Blaze stumbled. It was impossible to dodge forever, and running at that pace takes too much energy. Minus landed a Thunderwave on Growthite’s right front leg, which made Growthite lose his balance and slam into a rock. He tried to shake off the hit, but during the fall he sprained his left back paw, and was barley able to stand, let alone shake. Sorsha gave a low whistle, “Ahh, just like the mayor, helpless.” Her eyes danced in enjoyment at the sight of Growthite’s misery. “Officer, do you want to know something about your beloved mayor? Just like your mutt, he’s nothing in my wake. Not even fit for my shadow, I control this town, not him.” “Then why did you kill those people, they had nothing to do with it!” Cid shouted, it’s time he got to the bottom of this. “Because you fool, those people were too ambitious, popular and wealthy. Heck, they could’ve run for mayor and beat that blob which occupies the position now. It’s much easier to eliminate them rather than force them to obey when they get the power. The mayor is already terrified, he does whatever I want, and I don’t want to waste my precious time gaining a new pawn.” Sorsha eyes flickered again, “Now, Minus and Plus, put that dog out of his misery, use a full powered Spark!” The two electric Pokémon held hands, powering up for one massive strike. The stray bits of voltage from their bodies cut into the ground, showing off the power of this attack. “Blaze, you only have one chance, you have to counter it with an ember, put everything you have into it!” Blaze barked obediently, but deep down even he knew that it was pointless. But a police dog was trained to listen and act, so he had no choice but to power up one more attack. Gathering the flames in his throat for a few seconds, he shot them at the thunder combo team, just as they shot their own bolt at him. Fire and lighting met again, except this time the fire was quickly extinguished and the spark broke through to attack Growthite. The electric attack slammed the ground, blowing a bug chunk of it to smithereens and smoking up the room. Sorsha gave another wicked cackle; after all, she was free. All she had to do now was dispose of this fool and get away to Riverwood, where her cousin would hide her. Sometimes the bad guys do win. When the smoke cleared, the two rodent Pokémon peered over the edge to see their destroyed opponent, except all they saw was a rubble and dust! “RUFF” exploded behind the two, as Mightyena, with Growthite at his side, stared the group down. Mightyena’s quick feet ability finally came through; giving him the boost he needed to push of the paralysis and save his pup friend. In a blur of grey and black, Mighty closed in and clamped down on both of the rodents, keeping them in his mouth. His fangs pierced flesh and bone, with blood splattering over his white teeth. He played with the two of them as if they were a chew toy, and when they lost their flavor, he threw them into nearby rocks. Over and done. Sorsha watched in horror as her beloved Pokémon were thrown aside like trash. She gave a stutter, and tried to turn tail, but Mighty was on her faster than white on rice. He shoved her to the floor, and growled menacingly at his caught prey. Cid gave a wolf like grin to his pup Pokémon, Damn glad that’s over with. He walked past the silent rodent Pokémon splayed unconsciously on the rocks and gave Growthite a well deserved pat. “You did real good boy.” Growthite wagged his tail happily, and returned to his pokeball. “You too Mighty, that was fantastic.” Before he rounded on Sorsha, he saw a glint on the ground. Bending down to check it out, he saw a tiny thunderbolt shaped badge. He picked it up the little thing and chucked, I guess this is rightfully mine. Maybe this job isn’t that bad… but when he came to Sorsha he looked at her with no pity or mercy in his face, “You have the right to remain silent…” El fin |
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| Orona | Jul 8 2007, 08:36 PM Post #4 |
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Well, the only jobs that are flawed are the ones where you don't necessarily have to work, yet get paid anyway. Example, I'm a Tamer, but, since I haven't done anything yet, I don't get paid a penny. Rangers and police officers (also an example) have to be trained, and then are usually sent out on whatever they have to do. So, in my opinion, their pay is somewhat reasonable as well. I don't know the exact procedure, or know which jobs are started immediately, but, for the ones that don't require you to spend 90% of the time working, those are the ones that need tweaking. Suggestion: After 'x' refs, the worker gets paid, rather than waiting a month. You know how we make OOC notes for travel posts? We could try something similar to that. Like, "Posts until pay check: ?" |
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| Deleted User | Aug 11 2007, 05:53 PM Post #5 |
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Notes: This was my first time trying to write a mystery thing like this, so I’m not too sure how it worked out. When I started it, I was really into Shelock Holmes so I tried to incorporate that type of feel in it. I think I wrote the battle the best though, with three pages of non-stop action! Anyway, hope you liked it. ~~ Psst… If I do get an A (which I’m not sure of) I’d like a Charmander with Electrizer (yes I know charmander doesn't need an electrizer... leave me alone.) Thanks in advance~~ |
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| Ky Ordrelin | Aug 21 2007, 07:28 PM Post #6 |
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himself in his personal office. It was quite bare, with only a few file cabinets, randomly placed chairs and a desk inside, no pictures of family members, or even anything at all to give the distinction that Cid worked there, as opposed to generic chief inspector #314. Well, at least he was constant with both home and office décor, and that’s admirable, right?

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