SUBJECT: TEXT
SENT: DAY 71, 0830
FROM: talbot.hanna@cdc.org
TO: green.oak@cdc.org
Think you and Arcanine are up for a scavenger hunt?
SENT: DAY 71, 0830
FROM: talbot.hanna@cdc.org
TO: green.oak@cdc.org
Think you and Arcanine are up for a scavenger hunt?
Edited 2014-12-08 00:43 (UTC)
FROM: sun.aeryn@cdc.org
You have been assigned to senior recruit Terra Branford until the immediate threat aboard this ship is either neutralized or detained. Protect her and the other recruits, assist her in her efforts, and you will have the luxury of not needing to speak with me again.
You have been assigned to senior recruit Terra Branford until the immediate threat aboard this ship is either neutralized or detained. Protect her and the other recruits, assist her in her efforts, and you will have the luxury of not needing to speak with me again.
FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
Are you still alive on your end?
Are you still alive on your end?
[ ATTEMPT AT SENDING THIS TO INO: TAKE 3
Still not going to Ino... ]
FROM: elric.edward@cdc.org
TO: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
I don't even care who this is going to at this point but if you have balls, I need them.
Still not going to Ino... ]
FROM: elric.edward@cdc.org
TO: yamanaka.ino@cdc.org
I don't even care who this is going to at this point but if you have balls, I need them.
FROM: kirstein.jean@cdc.org
TO: crichton.john@cdc.org
this is what he sent me:
you always wanted an undead booty call right ? done and done.
care to decipher?
TO: crichton.john@cdc.org
this is what he sent me:
you always wanted an undead booty call right ? done and done.
care to decipher?
Edited 2015-01-02 06:32 (UTC)
i thought i responded with a never be sorry.... awkwardly adds it late
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- 2015-01-03 03:59 (UTC) - ExpandFROM: akame@cdc.org
TO: zuko@cdc.org
.......if you're going to do strange things with people involving food, please don't let the person choke or put it in places that are hard to reach.
and make sure the person isn't sick. i think it'd be especially unfortunate if you got vomited upon.
TO: zuko@cdc.org
.......if you're going to do strange things with people involving food, please don't let the person choke or put it in places that are hard to reach.
and make sure the person isn't sick. i think it'd be especially unfortunate if you got vomited upon.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
TO: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
Tell them to just grow the baby in a vat. That way they can skip the whole icky diaper thing altogether.
TO: wilder.zelos@cdc.org
Tell them to just grow the baby in a vat. That way they can skip the whole icky diaper thing altogether.
Edited 2015-01-02 23:28 (UTC)
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Did you take the label up to the Observatory Deck, and do you know if people were attempting to put the pieces together, see if they fit?
Did you take the label up to the Observatory Deck, and do you know if people were attempting to put the pieces together, see if they fit?
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
your
pokemonothings
they come from eggs right???
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
You alive?
Also what the hell, why'd they switch you out of our rooming thing? I'm still with Caroline and Cortana, where'd you wind up?
You alive?
Also what the hell, why'd they switch you out of our rooming thing? I'm still with Caroline and Cortana, where'd you wind up?
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
Please respond when you can.
Please respond when you can.
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
can i ask you for another favor
[ Sitting around and doing nothing? Still not Red's thing. He doubted Charizard was enjoying being in his ball now either (getting some well-deserved rest, but what pokémon would be entirely comfortable with their trainer wandering around outside a world like this?), but at least there was an excuse for it inside the forest, the trees too thick and the ground unlevel.
A flimsy excuse, but good enough for Red.
Though he was beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be a bad idea to have the pokémon out, when he finds a certain small group of the furry creatures he thought he might find out here, shivering still with the same energy that had them running before. ]
Come on... come on, shoo!
[ Some might think he was being stupid for coming out here for the reason he did, and they would be right. His tactics of 'scare away any stragglers from the stampede' was also not proving so good, with urging arms moving outward and his words doing little to make them stop staring upon him with their beautiful and angelic eyes.
So... so moe.
But Red couldn't be swayed! ]
You've gotta go! Get out of here!
[ He gets them to move now and then, further back into the forest when he rushes at them with a shout that echoes through the trees, but at some point...
The bodies of haisunas are like a pool of cutest, all shivering together. They know he will not rush into them now, and he stands defeated near them, not knowing what to do but to fight back their cute charm and get his feet moving backwards. Ah, he wanted them all... but he could not have them all.
He stands, trying to think of a plan, Charizard still an option- but then, egads! Red remembers the call a man had made before, so effective and loud in scaring off large portions of the creatures. Maybe he was a space man person thing and that was some strange talent of his people, but maybe, just maybe...
Red too had the gift of a space alien man person.
Green Oak's walk in the forest today will be cut short of its pleasant state, when inside there is a sound, a monstrous thing, that makes the very branches of the trees shiver up above (it's just the wind), and what is that being, that otherworldly thing Green will find, that the brave soul will have burned into his retinas for the sight so horrid?
Red's back, arms up and hands like claws, towering over a mass of haisunas as he makes the grossly howls that text cannot properly convey. ]
AawwwWWOOOOOO!!! WWwwOOOOOO!!
[ It's probably something like that. ]
A flimsy excuse, but good enough for Red.
Though he was beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be a bad idea to have the pokémon out, when he finds a certain small group of the furry creatures he thought he might find out here, shivering still with the same energy that had them running before. ]
Come on... come on, shoo!
[ Some might think he was being stupid for coming out here for the reason he did, and they would be right. His tactics of 'scare away any stragglers from the stampede' was also not proving so good, with urging arms moving outward and his words doing little to make them stop staring upon him with their beautiful and angelic eyes.
So... so moe.
But Red couldn't be swayed! ]
You've gotta go! Get out of here!
[ He gets them to move now and then, further back into the forest when he rushes at them with a shout that echoes through the trees, but at some point...
The bodies of haisunas are like a pool of cutest, all shivering together. They know he will not rush into them now, and he stands defeated near them, not knowing what to do but to fight back their cute charm and get his feet moving backwards. Ah, he wanted them all... but he could not have them all.
He stands, trying to think of a plan, Charizard still an option- but then, egads! Red remembers the call a man had made before, so effective and loud in scaring off large portions of the creatures. Maybe he was a space man person thing and that was some strange talent of his people, but maybe, just maybe...
Red too had the gift of a space alien man person.
Green Oak's walk in the forest today will be cut short of its pleasant state, when inside there is a sound, a monstrous thing, that makes the very branches of the trees shiver up above (it's just the wind), and what is that being, that otherworldly thing Green will find, that the brave soul will have burned into his retinas for the sight so horrid?
Red's back, arms up and hands like claws, towering over a mass of haisunas as he makes the grossly howls that text cannot properly convey. ]
AawwwWWOOOOOO!!! WWwwOOOOOO!!
[ It's probably something like that. ]
[ See, it all begins when he realizes that some of the animals could have very much run off during the earthquake. He and Cissnei (and others? He's not really sure ...) caught a large majority of them, but given that Green's about 90% sure that the CDC is actually a space zoo, there's always going to be more.
Always.
So that's how he's in the forest, navigating through the thick foliage to see if any ... non-native animals are around. Worst case scenario he runs into some Neraki tribes, which he's hoping Arcanine would at least be able to run away from, best case scenario he actually does find some terrified pet that he can take back to camp. Or lead back anyway, since he's pretty sure that showing up with someone else's creature is ... weird. He doesn't exactly want to be labelled as weird (too late, Green).
At least it's quiet, aside from the occasional rustle of leaves and the steps that he and his partner take. Nothing grossly out of the ordinary, for him to raise his guard anymore than necessary. There also aren't very many animals however, and the teen's starting to wonder if this adventure was all in vain, if he's just wasting his time . . .
Then the noises begin. Arcanine, as always, turns before Green to the source of the sound, body crouched low and teeth bared. He's ready to pounce just as Green turns as well, muscles tense -- he's pretty sure it's the first time hearing anything like this. What kind of strange creature lives on this planet that he hasn't seen before?
He holds out a hand to the canine, stopping him from attacking, more intent on figuring out what it is before figuring out how he can fend them from it. He doesn't activate his juggernaut, not yet, but it's at the ready; slowly he takes the steps, ready for just about anything - it looks like the sounds coming from just beyond this bush...?
And precisely when he spots Red, he's not really sure if he should be laughing or be concerned that the kid's already gone insane. The former ends up winning out though, starting with a too-amused snort before it erupts into full-blown laughter. It's been a while since he's found anything this funny (everyone's jokes suck), so he's just going to capitalize on this opportunity --
Because well, guess how ridiculous you look right now, Red. ]
Always.
So that's how he's in the forest, navigating through the thick foliage to see if any ... non-native animals are around. Worst case scenario he runs into some Neraki tribes, which he's hoping Arcanine would at least be able to run away from, best case scenario he actually does find some terrified pet that he can take back to camp. Or lead back anyway, since he's pretty sure that showing up with someone else's creature is ... weird. He doesn't exactly want to be labelled as weird (too late, Green).
At least it's quiet, aside from the occasional rustle of leaves and the steps that he and his partner take. Nothing grossly out of the ordinary, for him to raise his guard anymore than necessary. There also aren't very many animals however, and the teen's starting to wonder if this adventure was all in vain, if he's just wasting his time . . .
Then the noises begin. Arcanine, as always, turns before Green to the source of the sound, body crouched low and teeth bared. He's ready to pounce just as Green turns as well, muscles tense -- he's pretty sure it's the first time hearing anything like this. What kind of strange creature lives on this planet that he hasn't seen before?
He holds out a hand to the canine, stopping him from attacking, more intent on figuring out what it is before figuring out how he can fend them from it. He doesn't activate his juggernaut, not yet, but it's at the ready; slowly he takes the steps, ready for just about anything - it looks like the sounds coming from just beyond this bush...?
And precisely when he spots Red, he's not really sure if he should be laughing or be concerned that the kid's already gone insane. The former ends up winning out though, starting with a too-amused snort before it erupts into full-blown laughter. It's been a while since he's found anything this funny (everyone's jokes suck), so he's just going to capitalize on this opportunity --
Because well, guess how ridiculous you look right now, Red. ]
FROM: talbot.hanna@cdc.org
You and Arcanine make it through the mess ok?
[Because pet parents ok pets are important]
You and Arcanine make it through the mess ok?
[Because pet parents ok pets are important]
(1) VOICEMAIL: RED
[ When the recording begins, there's no clear background noise. There's a soft sound of breath at times, but the device isn't close enough to pick up a rhythm. It takes a few seconds for a voice to speak. ]
Green... I know you don't know me... and to you, I'm just some kid. Us being the only two pokémon trainers here doesn't mean we have to get along. Back home, him and me...
[ Inhale, exhale. The pause isn't long. ]
The Green I know, we don't get along either. He'd always call me slow and stupid, even before we stopped hanging out. I think things changed a little after our last match, but I don't know. I think maybe -- maybe he sees me as an actual rival now. That I'm not as worthless as he used to say.
[ The words come so easily despite the emotion in each one, and the fact that it wasn't even a subject he planned to bring up. But there wasn't any plan in his phonecall - only a want. A longing. A need for something normal, and in a place it doesn't entirely exist.
He deliberately waits a few seconds this time before continuing. ]
But I didn't call you to talk about him. You're not him -- you're you, and I don't know you. I don't know anything about you or what you've been through here. But I still... [ ... ] I want to... because you're the closest person to home.
[ His voice lowers, already soft from the breaks between his words. ]
I don't want to do this without you, Green.
[ There's nothing but a silence, until the sound of rustling and movement, and then-
it ends. ]
[ When the recording begins, there's no clear background noise. There's a soft sound of breath at times, but the device isn't close enough to pick up a rhythm. It takes a few seconds for a voice to speak. ]
Green... I know you don't know me... and to you, I'm just some kid. Us being the only two pokémon trainers here doesn't mean we have to get along. Back home, him and me...
[ Inhale, exhale. The pause isn't long. ]
The Green I know, we don't get along either. He'd always call me slow and stupid, even before we stopped hanging out. I think things changed a little after our last match, but I don't know. I think maybe -- maybe he sees me as an actual rival now. That I'm not as worthless as he used to say.
[ The words come so easily despite the emotion in each one, and the fact that it wasn't even a subject he planned to bring up. But there wasn't any plan in his phonecall - only a want. A longing. A need for something normal, and in a place it doesn't entirely exist.
He deliberately waits a few seconds this time before continuing. ]
But I didn't call you to talk about him. You're not him -- you're you, and I don't know you. I don't know anything about you or what you've been through here. But I still... [ ... ] I want to... because you're the closest person to home.
[ His voice lowers, already soft from the breaks between his words. ]
I don't want to do this without you, Green.
[ There's nothing but a silence, until the sound of rustling and movement, and then-
it ends. ]
[ When Green finally gets a chance to catch a breath after a long, long day of how to actually point a gun at things and shoot, the first thing he does is check his blackglass. There aren't as many messages as before, but -- one catches his eye, but he doesn't touch it until he's sitting comfortably on his bunk.
By the time it reaches the end he has no idea what to do.
Green considers ignoring the message entirely, pretending it never happened; he already saw it a couple of days late, no harm in pretending it just ... never existed, right? The kid's already a bit of an idiot anyway. If he doesn't bring it up, chances are Red wouldn't talk about it either but --
They really are the only two Pokemon trainers here, aren't they?
Once upon a time, Green would have probably scoffed at the notion of sticking together for the sake of having someone "close to home". He's always traveled by himself for a reason - other people drag him down. Anything the world threw at him he could take without a question, as proven by his journey at the age of 11. Even if a certain idiot came by to ruin it at the end.
It's different here though, and he's been realizing this from the moment he landed himself on the Neheda. Without a full team of 6 and stuck in a place that don't operate with the same rules that he's used to - never mind how powerful some of these people are - he's pretty low on the power rung.
Also, a part of him realizes how lonely it gets here - without another trainer, someone familiar. As much as he'd never admit it.
So after a long, long time of staring at his black glass, he finally sighs, pulling up the keyboard. ]
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
what do you want to know about
By the time it reaches the end he has no idea what to do.
Green considers ignoring the message entirely, pretending it never happened; he already saw it a couple of days late, no harm in pretending it just ... never existed, right? The kid's already a bit of an idiot anyway. If he doesn't bring it up, chances are Red wouldn't talk about it either but --
They really are the only two Pokemon trainers here, aren't they?
Once upon a time, Green would have probably scoffed at the notion of sticking together for the sake of having someone "close to home". He's always traveled by himself for a reason - other people drag him down. Anything the world threw at him he could take without a question, as proven by his journey at the age of 11. Even if a certain idiot came by to ruin it at the end.
It's different here though, and he's been realizing this from the moment he landed himself on the Neheda. Without a full team of 6 and stuck in a place that don't operate with the same rules that he's used to - never mind how powerful some of these people are - he's pretty low on the power rung.
Also, a part of him realizes how lonely it gets here - without another trainer, someone familiar. As much as he'd never admit it.
So after a long, long time of staring at his black glass, he finally sighs, pulling up the keyboard. ]
FROM: oak.green@cdc.org
what do you want to know about
FROM: red@cdc.org
whats going on
FROM: red@cdc.org
are you okay
whats going on
FROM: red@cdc.org
are you okay
[ Because some people don't know when a person is dying- ]
FROM: red@cdc.org
get to medical
FROM: red@cdc.org
just do it okay
FROM: red@cdc.org
get to medical
FROM: red@cdc.org
just do it okay
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Red's worried about you. Stay near Medical, yeah? And let me know if either of you need anything.
Red's worried about you. Stay near Medical, yeah? And let me know if either of you need anything.
CALLING: SMITH, ERWIN.
I hope you don't mind the call - it's a bit difficult to text at the moment.
How are you feeling?
I hope you don't mind the call - it's a bit difficult to text at the moment.
How are you feeling?
Edited 2015-05-04 12:37 (UTC)
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