A loud crackle of electricity combined with a practiced 'Mad scientist's cackle' echoed through the room, supported with the numerous whirring noises of multiple large, strange mechanical devices.
"I've done it! After eighteen weeks of hard labor digging out and building a secret basement lab, four months of hooking together unnessecarily complicated machinery, six days and nights of inputting incomprehensible code that even I can barely understand, and enough cups of coffee to fill a medium sized sea, I have finally completed my masterpiece! Now... if only I could remember what it does. Where are my notes?"
The ranting man looked to be somewhere in the vicinity of twentyish, with a long blonde ponytail hanging almost to the small of his back, a small set of oval glasses on his nose, and a short cropped beard. He was also wearing a lab coat which may once have been a uniform white, but was now coated in a patchwork of stains, mainly from dirt and oil, and burn marks. After a few minutes of digging around in stack after stack of paper, he found a small notebook and began flipping through it rapidly.
"Lightsaber... no. Blueprint for a flying saucer... somehow I doubt it. One of those clicky, pen-sized memory rewriting things I saw in that movie... nope. Ah, this is it... probably. A massive enertronic... lots of long, confusing words... ah, here's what it does... tears the fabric of reality in a contained area, creating a portal to another location or alternate universe, or alternatively compressing everything within a one lightyear diameter into a single microscopic point as it emulates a black hole. Something of a large margin of error there... but what would be the point of building the thing if I wasn't going to try it out?"
He grinned and looked for the switch... only to come up blank on the smooth surfaces on the main machine. He circled it twice, then checked the top and bottom. Still nothing.
"Wait... I forgot to install an 'on' switch? GODDAMMIT!"
In frustration, he kicked the side of the machine, starting a coughing and spluttering noise inside that quickly evened out as it swiftly increased in pace. Two large metal circles began rotating and spinning rapidly around each other. He shrugged.
"Well... I guess that works almost as well... huh?"
He blinked and took a closer look at the swirling circles. Not that he knew what a dimensional portal was supposed to look like, but he was pretty sure that it wasn't whatever that thing was.
A slimy tentacle oozed out of the thing and the tip opened up into a hideous mouth, swallowing him whole. His last thought was...
'Well... well crap. THAT wasn't supposed to happen at all.'
Then everything went dark.
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A Reaper's Vacation
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He groaned as he sat up, noticing dimly that, against all odds, he had somehow survived... and was currently sore enough to wish that he hadn't. Also, he was now completely naked beneath his lab coat and covered liberally in an iridescent, technicolor ooze. Fumbling in the pocket, he withdrew a spare set of glasses and shook them to get the gunk off before placing them carefully on his nose.
"Riiiight. Somehow, I'm alive, so either the experiment was an overwhelming success, albeit in a manner far different from what I'd expected, or I screwed up, released a cthuloid monstrosity on the world and am currently being punished by god."
A flash of lightning behind him later revealed "The second one." carved into a rock. He didn't turn around.
"Given that there is no evidence to the contrary, I choose to believe my experiment to be a resounding, if slightly flawed, success."
This time the lightning crashed directly into him, leaving him covered with soot and smoldering as he exhaled a cloud of thick black smoke.
"I choose to believe that there was a rational, scientific explanation for that, likely involving pure, random chance."
Another zap.
"Right." Coughs out black smoke, and a large flake of blackened lung tissue. "Shutting up now. And God? I hate you."
He slumped to the ground, mumbling something blasphemous under his breath as he lost consciousness... again.
Several hours later, he sat slowly up and glared aimlessly before blinking and wondering why he was glaring.
"Strange... for some reason I cannot recall anything before waking up here."
A fourth lightning bolt began, but sputtered out halfway to earth as if the almighty had just decided to say 'Screw it, leave the idiot his delusions' midway through.
"Nothing at all... not my name, where I live, or why I'm waking up naked in the middle of nowhere, coated with a substance I'd rather not try to identify."
Oh yeah. Electrically induced amnesia via Divine Punishment would make watching the chastisement of the dumbass who had destroyed his own universe for no reason whatsoever much more fun to watch. Mainly because before he could be cleansed of the sin of the accidental murder of infinite lifeforms, have his universe restored, and be reinserted into the time stream a few days before he made his decision to build that thing, he had to repent of his stupidity. Given this particular individual, it could take anywhere from decades to centuries, as he would not be allowed to die until he had repented.
If he didn't remember what he had done wrong, and had no idea that he was supposed to repent anything, it might take a little longer.
God considered this for about a microsecond, then pressed the 'record' button for this particular universe. It would no doubt lighten up many a dull, dreary millenia.
The man had moved to a sitting position and was stroking his beard as he thought.
"Name, name, name. What is my name? I remember! My name is... Jynrath Sylvas Darkreaper the Third! Wait... no it isn't..."
He sat there and considered for another few minutes, then shrugged. Obviously he wasn't getting any closer to his real name, so there was no real reason not to use the made-up one.
"Still... it's a little long. Shorten it maybe? Jynrath Sylvas? No... I don't like that. It needs to be more aesthetically pleasing. Switch it around, Sylvas Jynrath. That's better. Sounds slightly feminine, but I don't really care."
He nodded and stood up. Now... which way to go? Arbitrarily speaking, no direction looked better than the others, so he decided to choose in the best manner he knew. He closed his eyes and spun around rapidly with one arm and his index finger extended. He opened his eyes and shrugged. That way seemed as good as any.
Then he fell to the ground moaning.
"D... Dizzy... make the world stop spinning..."
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"Hold the line! Don't let a single one of these bitches past!"
"Too... Too many! There's too many, Captain! We'll be overrun!"
"Hold the line, damn you! If even one of those ferals gets past us and to the refuge, it'll be a massacre! We don't know whether anyone else is alive out there. For all we know, we are the only safeguards for the last of humanity! We can't afford to fail!"
The ranks, consisting mainly of human soldiers, the remnants of the Army, Navy, Air force, Marines, and black ops units all merged into a single unit for the sake of survival saluted, with the few of the enemies they had subverted doing so as well after only a half-moment of hesitation.
"Sir, yes sir!"
He nodded and they went back to their preparations for the swarm of female monsters that were in turn preparing to attack them. He shook his head. Pokegirls. It was a name for them that some muckety-muck had given them after noting a few similarities between them and the creatures in his child's favorite video game.
Personally, he didn't care to call them anything other than the enemy. If he thought of them as anything else, it was harder to kill them.
It was a pity that it had taken so long for them to discover the creatures little quirk. He'd spent a whole ten minutes laughing when he'd first learned. Then he locked himself away for an hour. It was so easy, and it left them with one more willing, even eager soldier, but with superhuman abilities to match that of the enemy.
If they'd known soon enough, the war wouldn't have cost so many lives.
He was distracted from his brooding over the past by a distant explosion in the midst of the gathering force.
"Simmons!" He barked. "What the hell is going on out there!"
"I... Sir, you're never going to believe this..."
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(Estimated time, roughly ten minutes before explosion.)
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Goddammit!"
Despite Sylvas' irritation, the cursing was kept down to the tiniest whisper, partly because he was out of breath from running, and mostly because he didn't want to be caught by the girls outside. Granted, they were pretty and all, but the blood dripping from their teeth and claws and the hungry way they looked at him were somewhat off-putting. And it wasn't the good hungry way either... it was the 'I'm a large predator who hasn't eaten in three days and you just wandered into my lair' hungry.
Once he'd gotten out of the forest, dodging them had proven slightly easier, but still problematic in that he hadn't realized that the small town he'd found was deserted. And infested with more and multiple types of the female demons.
He wasn't quite sure he remembered exactly what a demon was, but it seemed to be an apt description for the girls outside. They were everywhere. None of them seemed smarter than your average dog, whatever that was, but they were all over the place. In the forest, in the streams and the large river flowing throught town, ambling through the streets and trying to sniff him out... apparently whatever this slime was it blocked his scent... and tracking him from the very skies above.
On the plus side, he'd managed to find a pair of pants, so he wasn't relying on nothing but his lab coat to cover himself with.
There were probably even more of them burrowing under the ground to get at him. He chuckled at the thought, but the chuckle died as the wooden floor began cracking and bulging in one spot.
"I hate you god."
He glanced quickly around the room and out the window, knowing that it would probably only take another minute or two for it to fight a large enough hole for it to fit through in the wooden flooring. This room was a storage facility of sorts, with lots of planks of wood, lead pipes, and canisters of propane. Outside there was a pawn shop, just across the street. Through the open doorway, he could see a case of guns and knives.
"OH... bad idea... this is a very bad idea... dammit."
Still, he couldn't think of anything smarter to do, and so he began quickly piling propane tanks up around the small crack. By the time a mud-covered hand stuck through the floor, he'd kicked the front door off its hinges and was running across the street. By the time a curious and hungry head poked through the hole, he had hold of a loaded handgun. By the time its eyes widened, the bullet had been fired.
Unfortunately, Sylvas had completely forgotten about the others in the town, and had only realized that things going boom would alert them to his position about a second after he'd pulled the trigger.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled, as he tore off down the street, not bothering to keep his voice down.
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"It's a civilian survivor sir! Average height, male, wearing glasses, pants, and a lab coat, and with unusually long hair. Not sure what he had to do with the explosion, but he's running full tilt away from it and is armed with what appears to be a lead pipe, a long hunting knife, and a small handgun tucked into the backs of his pants. Permission to send out a rescue squad, sir?"
"Denied. The idiot did a good job of getting our attention, but he also caught the eye of every feral in a quarter mile radius. If he survives and makes it here on his own, we'll let him in. Otherwise it would be an unacceptable waste of manpower."
"S-sir... Permission to lay down suppression fire?"
The captain considered the request for a moment. On the one hand, despite their stockpiles of ammunition, bullets were almost as important to conserve as men. On the other hand, a normal human could only keep two, or at best three Pokegirls under control at a time, and a new recruit would mean they would be capable of controlling at least two more living weapons... provided they were able to catch them.
"Granted, but be sparing. If it looks like he's going to get away on his own, there's no need to waste a bullet. Remember that even with that bastard Sukebe gone, a horde gathering in one place like that is nothing to be ignored. They're planning something, and we need to be ready for it."
Simmons nodded and barked orders to the others.
"Snipers, at the ready! Keep the blonde man alive, fire only to kill and only if it doesn't seem like he will survive otherwise!"
The captain nodded and sat back into his chair as he tried to figure out how the later attack would come, and what the best way to defend their outpost was. Would they begin with a straightforward attack, before revealing it as a feint, or would they start by divebombing the defenders from above? Perhaps they would come in from underground? He began sweating lightly with the effort of setting up a plan of defense that accounted for every possible angle of attack.
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Sylvas had taken to the roofs by way of a fire escape. It had made sense at the time, as once he'd gotten up there and released a switch that sent the whole contraption falling to the ground there would only be the flying she-beasts to contend with, but he had forgotten one thing. Namely that it severely limited his options of escape as well.
So now he was jumping from roof to roof, occasionally only barely making the leap between buildings and avoiding falling into the seething mobs below, and dodging the winged she-beasts that dived at him, or alternatively smacking them with his lead pipe.
As their coordination and timing got better, there was progressively less dodging and more smacking of pipe and skull.
Then he got an idea. Granted, it was almost as dumb as his previous one, but he wasn't the type to stop and think about things before doing them. He ducked under a swiping claw, slamming the pipe into the assailant's stomach as he passed, kicked one of the she-beasts in the face and sent her sprawling back to the street as he noted that they had begun scaling the walls, then leapt straight out from the building and grabbed hold of one of the winged she-beasts.
He wasn't sure what he'd meant to do. Maybe to somehow force it to fly him to a safer place? What happened, however, was that the unsuspected assault knocked it off its flight pattern, and sent them both crashing to the ground. Perhaps five or six feet away from two dozen of the landbound shebeasts.
For a long moment they all paused, unbelieving of his stupidity. Then he sat up, wincing, and replaced his cracked glasses, sending a blank stare towards the mob.
"... Ooops?"
They leapt as one.
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"Shit... and he was doing so well too."
"Hold your fire! Damned if I know how he's doing it, but look!"
Indeed, the blonde was twisting and rolling apparently randomly, but was somehow evading almost every attack against him. Every now and then a claw or barbed tail would get close enough to slash through fabric or draw a drop or two of blood, but the accumulated damage to his body was no more than the equal of a few papercuts.
"He's... he's either incredibly skilled..."
"... Or inhumanly lucky."
"Either way, we definitely have to recruit this guy... if his luck holds out, that is."
"I wouldn't bet on that... that one's going to get him. You see? It's the only one not flailing randomly at him... it's waiting to see what his most likely pattern of dodging will be, and it'll attack before he moves. There it goes now!"
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Sylvas' eyes widened and he grit his teeth in pain as he spared a glance down at his chest. A slender, feminine arm was poking out of his left shoulder. A left arm. Thinking quickly, he tilted his head and slammed his lead pipe behind him. There was an audible crack of metal against flesh, and the shebeast fell. Forward. The combined extra weight and pressure against his new wound sent him stumbling to his knees.
The frustrated shebeasts weren't about to leave such a weakness unexploited.
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"Fire!"
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The first bullet was completely unexpected. It whistled in out of nowhere and caught a feline shebeast between the eyes. It slumped down dead and a second and third bullet whizzed in. One lodged in the throat of a shebeast that looked like she had grown from a tree, and the third missed completely as its target had teleported away before the feline shebeast had begun to fall.
The rest scattered, darting into doors and diving underground to avoid the hot lead. Sylvas attempted to use the breather to catch his wits. If the bullets had only come when it looked like he was going to die... then someone had at least a slight interest towards his survival. Therefore, it would be prudent to seek this person or persons out. The gore and brains were splattered in that direction... meaning the bullet had come from there.
Standing slowly, he winced as the shebeast's arm flopped around and dragged against his raw flesh. Logically, he would just lean backwards and let the arm slide quickly, and painfully, out of the hole in his shoulder, but he had already used up his store of logic in determining where he should go, and why.
So instead, he leaned forward and grunted softly as the shebeast's full weight nearly caused him to collapse back to the ground.
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"I can't get a bead on the one on his back without taking the risk that the bullet will hit him too!"
"Leave it. He'll need a Pokegirl of his own when he gets here anyway... unless one of you want to hand a girl off to him?"
Scattered negative sounds was the only answer to Simmons query.
"Right. Besides... If he takes the arm out, he'll bleed out long before he gets here. As long as that hole in his chest is mostly plugged, it won't bleed as much. Lucky he managed to twist away though... I'm pretty sure she was aiming for the heart, but considering the pace he's going, it doesn't even look like she did more than maybe nick a lung."
"He's headed right for us, ETA between ten and fifteen minutes. Go make sure the doctor's ready!"
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He'd lost his pipe somewhere.
He wasn't sure why that irritated him so much, as he still had a handgun tucked into the waistband of his pants, and the knife in the pocket of his lab coat, but he somehow felt like he would be safer if he could have held on to the sturdy pipe.
It seemed ridiculous, but when he had to pause to dissuade one of the shebeasts that had gotten too close, it seemed like they were less worried about the knife and gun than they'd been about the pipe.
The attacks became less and less frequent the further from town he got. After a point, they stopped attacking and seemed to withdraw backwards, watching him leave as he broke through the treeline.
The structure he saw there was impressive. Two large turrets to either side of a gate set into a mountain. At a glance, he figured that the turrets, while appearing to be made out of wood, had a metal or stone frame to keep them stable. Otherwise, they would have to have been made by a genius of construction.
He could dimly make out milling figures on the bridge connecting them as the gate swung slowly open.
"Get him in, hurry. We can't leave the gates open too long, or the feral Pokegirls will take note, and we aren't ready to repel an attack yet."
"Shit, he's too pale. He's lost more blood than expected, where the hell is that doctor!?"
The world faded slowly to black.
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When he came to, the first thing he noticed was whiteness. The ceiling of the room was white, the walls were white, the tiles on the floor were gleaming and spottlessly white, the mattress and sheets he was lying on were white. Everything was white, except where the blood had seeped through his bandages to stain red.
Then he noticed the smell... a combined essence of antiseptic, vomit, stale blood, and death. Mainly antiseptic, of course, but there was enough of the others to leave him slightly green.
He hated this place already, and got the feeling that he would be seeing a lot more of it.
"Aha, ze patient iz avake, yes?"
Sylvas turned to the voice, then stared and blinked at the hunched... doctor? For some reason, looking at him gave the impression 'Scientist'. What was really striking him dumb, though, was that he was almost certain that he hadn't been in the room a second ago, and he hadn't heard a door open or close. Or footsteps for that matter.
"I am ze doctor... my name iz Hojo. Now... let'z take a look at ze vound, shall ve?"
Completely ignoring the way warning bells had, for whatever reason, begun ringing at the sound of the doctor's name, Sylvas sat up and allowed Hojo to remove the bandaging and prod at the sealed hole.
"Hmm... Interesting. Ve could not afford to spare ze potions and elixers ve managed to capture from ze Pokegirl Supply Train, but ze synthesized brews ve have been experimenting with ourselves seem to be vorking nearly as vell as ze originals. Ze damaged tissue and bone has regrown nicely, vith no signs of infection. You should be good as new vith another hour or so of time for the synth-elixer to finish its vork. Up you get... I haff been assigned to valk you around our little town and zubtly question you about yourself and the state of ze outside world. Zere is a shirt over zere, and I took ze liberty of replacing your lab coat... ze old one was quite irreperable."
Sylvas blinked as he stood up and began testing the range of motion of his arm. There was a slight drag and pinch at the circle of new, pink skin, but aside from that everything seemed in perfect working order.
"You know... is it really 'subtle' if you straight out tell me that you'll be prodding for information?"
"Not really, no, but I haff always preferred to be relatively direct in zese matters. It gets things finished with and returns me to ze matters I prefer to deal with much faster."
Sylvas shrugged as he finished tugging the black shirt on and reached for the lab coat.
"Not sure what I can tell you, Doc."
"Pleaze... call me Hojo. Ze vord 'Dok'... It makes me vish to poison your food and perform a sex-change operation upon you in your sleep."
"Hojo it is then. But there's still not much I can tell you... mostly because I don't know much myself. All I remember is waking up in the woods, wandering into town, and running away from the shebeasts... Pokegirls, they called them, right? And what might or might not be my name."
"Hmm... an intriguing tale. An amnesiac vaking in the voods, and just happening to find his vay to our outpost. All the better in that it would be incredibly difficult to disprove. The perfect method for a spy to enter our midst."
There was a long silence.
"Zis is vhere you vould act affronted at the suggestion that you vere here to spy upon us, and I vould vehemently deny any such accusation."
"Oh yeah... I forgot to tell you. The name, which may or may not be mine? It's Sylvas. Sylvas Jynrath. Ah... I'm afraid I missed what you were saying though."
"... Ze spy idea was dumb anyway. Vith the vorld in ze state it is in, vhy vould anyone bother to spy on us? And even if they did, vhy send an idiot like this?"
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Sylvas stared in awe. This wasn't a mountain... it was an extinguished volcano. The inside was hollow, with the walls going up straight for a few hundred feet, then tapering up to the large opening at the top. Squinting, he could almost make something out... like a net had been spread over the top of the opening.
"You have good eyes, I see. Stretched across ze top of the volcano are vires that are hooked up to our power grid. Vhen under attack, a flip of ze switch reroutes all frivolous uses of electricity towards ze vires, ensuring that no flying type Pokegirl vill even approach ze opening, much less attempt to pass. I constructed this place as my personal hidden laboratories before Sukebe 'Cursed ze Vorld', as some refer to it. Zis vas not too long ago, only a short decade and a half. Here, ze soldiers haff set up an independent defense against ze Pokegirls. Sukebe himself may be gone, but his generals haff not yet abandoned ze fight. One of zem is out zere now, gathering an army of Pokegirls to lay siege upon us."
Hojo paused for breath.
"Sadly, ve haff had no news from ze outside vorld for years, and are running low on food and supplies. For all we know, ze Pokegirls haff viped out all other pockets of humanity, and ve are ze last of our species left. In zat case... ve haff an obligation to survive, to rebuild. But zis place is not really a fortress. Ve are surrounded... all ze general has to do is vait and pick off the soldiers who volunteer to leave ze safety of ze volcano to scavenge for food and vater, and ze rest of us vill swiftly starve to death. She knows zis, and has not ordered her troops to attack because of it."
Sylvas shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets, idly memorizing the layout of buildings. Those were barracks, where the soldiers slept. Those over there... looked like normal houses. Maybe noncombatants slept there? Over there was a big, blocky, warehouse-like building, with an 'Open' sign on the front. A shop? What could they possibly have to sell around here if they had been cut off from everywhere for so long? What would they use as money? Obviously the one they'd come out of was the hospital, and that one over there might be an ammo stockpile... he noted dimly that his gun and knife were gone... and that one looked like it might lead out to the gate.
And those were just the buildings he had some idea of, what were the rest?
"Where can we get something to eat?" he asked bluntly. Hojo gave him a look, you know the kind, then sighed deeply.
"I vill have one of my assistants take a break from our pressink research to go make you a sandvich or something. For now, ze captain vishes to haff a vord vith you. Zis vay."
Sylvas completely missed the large dash of sarcasm as he nodded and followed.
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The Pokegirl was bored. Mainly because she was chained to the wall in a position that left her unable to use her prodigious Warrior strength to break the chains.
That's what she was... a Warrior. From the beginning, there hadn't been many of her type around, as they had been a stepping stone to the creation of more advanced swordusers. Ronin, Slicers, Armsmistresses and the like. Once they had created those 'Advancements', Sukebe's scientists had completely passed by further study into the warrior type... the only advantage they seemed to have was that they could summon swords from nowhere.
And so, the Warriors had all gone directly to the front lines, given a sword and only sometimes a shield as well, with barely any idea of how to use the things, while the 'More Advanced' weaponusers were held back from the fights until they had learned all sorts of nifty tricks. Naturally, when the Warrior breeds were slaughtered by human weapons almost as fast as they were spawned in the impartial labratories, it was blamed on 'flawed design', and the scientists stopped creating Warriors entirely.
Yeah... there was just a little bitterness there.
She herself had been one of the last to be released from the tanks before they were reprogrammed. The generals hadn't cared, and continued to use what was left of the Warriors just like the other cannon fodder. It was sink or swim, either you did well and survived and rose to the top, like Lady Artemis had, or you became one more nameless, faceless corpse.
And now she'd been captured by a human. Granted, the human had definitely impressed her by managing to avoid her killing strike, and shouldn't have possibly managed to knock her out with just a lead pipe, and if she thought about it, it was truly impressive that he'd managed to survive long enough to get to the human outpost with a big hole in his chest, but it still rankled that she had been captured by a human.
She shrugged mentally. Such was life. Then again... until the link had been established between Tamer and Pokegirl, she still had an opportunity to escape. She began thinking and mentally cursed her breed's low intelligence rating as a light mental fog kept her from making any reasonable plans.
Swords were out... while she could create one from nothing, she wasn't yet skilled enough at it to make anything more than blunt, dented training weapons crafted from either potmetal or tin. The odds of spontaneously managing to create a sword of high enough quality that it could sever the chains or the stone was incredibly low. Not to mention that there was no way she could angle the sword behind her and swing it properly anyway.
She still couldn't figure out a way to get enough leverage to either break the chains or tear them off the wall. Pity. For a moment, she considered smiling brightly at whoever opened the door, and asking them if they wouldn't please let her go if she promised to be nice? She bit the thought off. That sounded like something she would do. And worse yet, she would probably manage to pull it off, while... She grunted in disgust.
... This was boring.
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"Be polite vhen you enter ze Captain's office... despite ze fact zat zis entire volcano technically belongs to me, he can still haff you shot if you piss him off enough. And his soldiers von't hesitate to do it."
The wide grin on Hojo's face as he said this was some cause for concern... if Sylvas had been paying attention, anyway. Hojo just shrugged, already used to the young man's eccentricies (He must haff ADD. Zere is no other explanation), and dragged him throught the door.
"Here he is, captain. Do you haff any more chores for me, or may I leave?"
A hand whipped from behind the large chair, signalling him off. Hojo left immediately. Then the chair swiveled around and the two left in the room sized each other up.
The captain wasn't impressed. A scrawny little runt in a lab coat, almost no visible muscle whatsoever, and wearing glasses. He was one of those sciency types. Even though he had no extra men to spare, he had his doubts about this. Whatever. With any luck, the Pokegirl he dragged along with him would be able to keep his hide intact though.
Sylvas, on the other hand, only looked like he wasn't impressed. That was a huge pile of paperwork! This guy must be important... oh right, the guy. Turning his attention back to the captain, he noted that he was somewhat heavyset, although it was obvious that there was muscle beneath. Also, he seemed to be balding, and was wearing a fierce glower on his face. Probably not someone to mess with.
"My name is Genryu Saotome... And I'm volunteering you to join our unit, under my command. You can sign your agreement to do so here, or I can put a bullet between your eyes. Your choice."
Sylvas sweatdropped and reached for a pen.
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A.N. I'm sorry, I just had to do it. The idea haunted me until I gave in and began typing. Maybe now that I have the first chapter finished, I can get back to work on something else.
Anyway, to those that haven't realized it yet, yes this is an SI. I'M SORRY! Mostly this is just written for amusement, but I'll do my best to keep it from spiraling down into a pit of suckage. It helps that this is set much closer to the end of the end of the world as we know it than most other Pokegirl fics out there.
Anyway, just like Zombies Harem, I'll be posting the uncut chapters at A-kun's Pokegirl World Project, so head over there when it gets to the dirty bits. Or not, because they aren't really integral to the plot.