tonight's the night the world begins again. [mod]

[Rutherford Midas]

Thunder clapped as if Arceus itself were telling the girl she was, for now, absolutely fucked. It started with a tense, low rumble, as if rolling across a cold stone floor, a perfect spherical shape... and then it shattered as if unleashing an ugly bottle of pure rage and hate for the world, roaring, screaming, clapping right in her sensitive, ringing ears. The girl was already halfway blind and sure as hell didn't want to go deaf as well, but it seemed absolutely unpreventable given the circumstance she was in. The girl's nerves were shaking like a child's toy rattle, the sounds and smells of the storm crawling up her spine in the form of a hard and relentless panic. She could hear the thunder rumbling and roaring in her ear and then ambush her with a harsh bang that resembled that of a shot gun. She could hear the rain dribbling down tree trunks, smacking itself into thick, green leaves, and pool in small streams at her feet. As much as she hated the lightning, it was quite frankly the only source of light she had. The delicious blessing of having her eyes and world flooded with light, even for only a second, was the only thing preventing her from becoming lost. She had to find a certain building. She simply had to, even if it was the last thing she did. At least she wouldn't be considered a loser then. She could die knowing she tried her hardest and proved everyone wrong.

The girl gingerly tumbled over roots that extended outwards from the ground as if they would, at any given time, wrap around the girl's ankles and purposely trip her, then laugh at her with small giggles of their rustling leaves. The wind was harsh but the unfeminine lady stood against in, hurling herself against the forces of nature to push herself not only against the bitter wind, but further towards her goal of finally making something of her patehtic life. With a whip of lightning, a tree branch cracked, shattered, and fell in wooden splinters at Rutherford's feet. She screamed a bit in surprise, then simply tensed up, released her muscles, and continued on. The girl was partially blind simply because of the blood that ran through her veins; being the result of generation upon generation of inbreeding had cursed the young adult in the form of partial blindness that would someday overcome her. This, however? Wandering around in the pitch black? She could barely see a damn thing already, and now she was wandering around near the forest that bordered a long beach in the pitch black darkness. The darkness had always gave Rutherford the creeps, but now it seemed so disturbing that she felt it could consume her whole if she wasn't careful.

Another flash of lightning crossed her eyes, momentarily lighting her way. In the distance she could see the bulk of the building hiding from her in the form of a silhoutte... the building she was literally risking her life to reach. It wasn't that getting a pokemon was a life or death matter, but it held a rather simple yet powerful symbolic meaning for the girl. The good boys and girls had all received their pokemon at the tender age of ten and set off to be the very best and catch 'em all. Rutherford locked her pathetic self in her room and played video games. Because of this fact, everyone around her made sure to remind her of how she was a failure, how she'd never have a steady source of income, and how she'd die living in the basement at the age of thirty. She'd show them... she'd show them all. The spark of confidence that was so generously given to her by seeing the blurry shadow of the building in the distance was what kept her going. Her drenched clothes heavily weighed her down and her pants almost fell right off of her due to the massive amount of weight they were carrying from the rain water, but she clenched her fists around them tightly as if she were a Scraggy and pressed on.

And, finally, after what seemed like hours, she reached it. The young adult reached one violently trembling hand up to the structure of the lab and rested her palm on it. Her lungs screamed for sweet oxygen and her legs trembled and wobbled as if their very interior could collapse at any second. She didn't care, however, for she had made it.

She had made it.

Rutherford, gasping for air, brought her hand up to the door and began to violently pound. Now that she had reached the place, she was extremely eager to get the fuck inside and out of the rain, surrounded by cute and cuddly starter pokemon. Her fist pounded long and hard on the door as she stood as erect as she could, her voice shreiking from her voice box and attempting to launch itself above the sound of the thunder and rain. Screaming. Wailing. She was desperate. "L-LET ME IN! PLEASE!"

[/b] She squealed, already feeling her pants started to fall. She had the strength of a baby and keeping her waterlogged pants up with one hand was rather.. well, hard. Regardless, the girl did the best she could while pounding on the door, wondering who would even be up at this time of the night. Surely someone was inside.

Right?

...right.

ooc: -prays for Oshawott-
word count: 920
tunes: 10 Years - Shoot It Out
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summary: Rutherford wanders around the forest in a harsh storm. She locates the lab and starts banging on the door begging to be let inside, not giving a crap that it's well after midnight.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Professor James Rose]

Humming to himself, James Rose made one last round around his lab before calling it a night. All the pokemon had been fed and now rested in their pokeball for the night ahead. Though one pokemon was left out above all the rest. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat, Professor Rose moved to a nearby cushion where a young Mightyena rested. The cushion rested in a play area for some of the younger pre-evolutionary pokemon. It was reserved for days with bad weather like rain or storms. The wolf-like pokemon was curled up on the royal blue plush cushion that almost blended into its pelt. This was no ordinary Mightyena. A research team was sent to an island just off the coast of Siarna Town. The island held various species of pokemon, though they had a very peculiar appearance.

The team had reported back that all pokemon on the island had been tinted a deep cerulean blue. It had been said that a special fruit grew on this island and was the main food source for all inhabiting pokemon. They had come across a pack of Mightyena and Poochyena and one had been wounded in what appeared to be a fight between lead Mightyena for control. The team had captured the Mightyena with a bit of a struggle and brought it back to Miaru for research. The pokemon center treated the Mightyena and Professor Rose had requested to observe it when it was well enough. So here it was in his lab, resting up. The team had made a full report and he had gone over it earlier while the Mightyena was recuperating in the pokemon center.

Royal blue eyes narrowed, his crimson brow furrowing in worry and concentration. The center had reported that he would make a full recovery, but he had a tendency to worry. Shaking it off he knelt down to stroke the Mightyena's deep midnight blue and cyan tinted fur. It had been said the fruit caused those who consumed it to develop azure shades in their pelts. Though as noted on a few rock/ground types, they're bodies have tinted a light shade of blue. So it was possible the pigment effected the skin beneath fur as well. It was a strange occurrence but not completely unheard of. Running a hand through his chin-length crimson locks, he stood to his full height once more and glanced to the window when a flash of lightning caught his eye.

He heaved a sigh and moved on to start turning off lights so he could make his trek to the house part of the lab on the second level. Though before he could reach the staircase, a loud banging erupted on the front door. Any lesser of a man would have jumped from their skin at this, but James was more composed than that. The banging was accompanied by desperate yelling. He turned on his heel and pranced, yes pranced, purposely toward the front door. "I wonder who that could be~" He sang, happily, despite the late hour and the fatigue tearing at his conscience. He threw open the door with a flourish and a large, goofy grin. "May I help you?" He greeted, joyfully. Unaware of the urgency in the female's voice, he had a tendency of having a more positive outlook on things that bordered on naive and childish mixed in with a strong overtone of density. Though of course he was a brilliant and confident man when it came to the right situation.

His azure gaze landed on a young redhead who was soaked from the pouring rain and shaking horribly. His goofy grin faltered for a split second, before he hurriedly ushered the young female inside his lab. "Oh you poor thing, wait here and I'll get you a towel to dry off. What brings you here in the middle of the night, during a thunderstorm no less?" He asked in his usual cheerful manner. "You do realize it is a bit late to be starting a journey. If you want a pokemon, you're going to have to try in the morning." He knew it had to be serious, but at the moment he didn't want to dwell on that.

tag;; Rutherford Midas
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