The Mystic Seer

A roleplay account for Morty from Pokemon, associated with 0e. Room 4 BP: 5 Lives: 0

[offwhitewoods]

Where had Morty gone? After the group had exited the dorm hall, he became a rebel and went off in another direction, knowing full well that he wouldn't get lost if he used the group's energies as a sort of landmark. Even if they ever moved from the living room area they'd been instructed to go to, he would still be able to find them.

In a bold move, he'd decided to check out what the rest of the place was like. Although nothing in the surrounding area felt like it could be a threat (other than a few certain individuals in the group, that is), he still thought that it would be better to go alone. After all, if there was some sort of unexpected danger, he would be the only one immediately threatened by it and that would make things much less complicated and risky.

His exploration turned out to be as safe as expected, but not fruitless. On his journey, he'd discovered the cafeteria, an outside area, and a few more buildings. Upon further inspection, he found that there was probably no way to get out, even if they could fly; the world appeared to just stop existing at certain points. As he returned to the group, he also took note of the lift near the living room, but didn't take it down. Not yet.

Rather, he followed Jasmine's 'trail'. Luckily, she was still in the living room, and so he entered, shooting a quick glance to the tall, imposing man known as Hilarius before approaching his fellow gym leader.

Of course, he noted Sayaka, as well, the look being thrown her way nowhere near as dirty as the look he'd given to Hilarius mere moments before. In fact, this one was friendly.

All attention was turned to Jasmine afterwards, however.

"Hey, Jazz."

[sayakopter]

It seemed the amount of people trapped in this game was ever-growing. "Sayaka," she greeted simply and a bit distractedly. One of them being Zero… that was a bold thing to suggest. She had to admit, though, that mad scientist guy was classic villain material. For a few...

[datprosthetic]

CONCLUDE HALLPARTY.

Eugh. That creepy stare was directed to White for a moment; the sickly bastard felt several stages of uncomfortable all at once. Hilariwhaticus abbacus continuity the seventeenth? May as well have been. Honestly, 'creepy science guy' fit the easiest. White returned the fixed gaze - rather, offered the man a strange look of obstinance, discomfort and awkwardness - clearly unable to think up a response or even come up with something crass to say.

 Only when the disturbingly pun-filled announcement rang out, and Hilarius directed his attention elsewhere, did the lad release a small sigh of.. what, relief?  Well that was uncomfortable as all hell.  White waited for Hilarius, Sayaka and Sundown to leave before he too began down the hall, hands in his pockets.

They all seemed rather certain that no Zero was in this group. Maybe they were right. They couldn't all be Zero, could they? Either they were genuine in being stuck in this hellhole like White was, or they were damn good actors.

He kept himself a good pace above Jasmine and Morty, should they follow as well. He currently placed the most of his trust in those two. Jasmine both looked and sounded as harmful as a butterfly. And if she knew the blonde guy, maybe they were friends. Even if they weren't, he would much rather have his back to them than the utterly disturbing, surely batshit insane walking horror movie that was strolling down the hallway. 

Of course, there was no evidence for this premise. But something about Hilarius struck a very bad chord.

[offwhitewoods]

While nodding, the seer approached Jasmine slowly and calmly to get a better look at her and so that she could see that it really was him, too, although he already knew the former. Still, it was better to make absolutely sure that it was her and not just assume based on some sort of feeling.

At least there was someone he knew he could trust in this place.

The announcement drew his attention from the much smaller girl, but he didn't leave her side, deciding that he would walk with her, and when he felt eyes on him, he returned the gaze.

If the stare from Hilarius bothered him, Morty didn't show it. Instead, he simply narrowed his eyes in response. While it remained true that the taller man's presence made his hairs stand on end, he was growing accustomed to it rather quickly.

Naturally, he placed himself between Jasmine and the rest of the group once everyone had decided to do just as the announcement said. He knew that while she wasn't exactly defenseless, she was probably much, much less capable without her Pokémon there to protect her. He was, too, to some extent, but he wasn't going to let something like that stop him from defending her if need be.

Slowing down to meet her side, the blond simply smiled down at her.

[adsfadsfasdfgfhgfhgf-deactivate]

PROCEED WITH HALLPARTY.

Hilarius directed his frown at each of the displayed bracelets in turn, and then to his own. The man in the hat had called the unanimous symbol a five; that was not a far-fetched assumption.

Hilarius, of course, knew the occult significance of the number five.

He also knew the occult significance of the number nine.

"Nɪɴᴇ, ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ," he droned. "A sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ ɪɴsɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." Alas for his company, the strange alchemist did not describe just why he thought so. His head had slowly turned while he spoke, and the blank lenses were now fixed upon the second duo that was coming down the hallway behind the first one. That was before White called for their attention.

A hand rose to the goggles when he did.

Click. Click-click-click.

Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs: 2. Hᴜᴍᴀɴ.

So far, the little bird was starting to seem like it was in a minority among the people that populated this place.

"Zᴇʀᴏ," Hilarius told them, "ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ." His thundering voice was as hollow as his eyes were invisible, as vacant and bare of emotion as the white lenses.

"Bᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ."

[offwhitewoods]

The seer didn't need to study the approaching figures to know one of them. For only a brief moment, he couldn't recall the identity. He glanced over anyway, though, since the energy was familiar.

If he didn't remember before looking, her appearance definitely jogged his memory, and he could only stare in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds, until her name and everything about her came flooding back into his mind.

"Jasmine?"

Jasmine was here? Of all people, Jasmine was the one to have been brought here. The blonde could feel a small amount of rage building at the very idea of such a thing.

The Olivine Gym Leader wasn't weak or helpless by any means; she was a gym leader for a reason. However, she was so sweet and innocent... who in their right mind would bring her to this place?

Well, chances were that whoever set this all up wasn't in their right mind. The thought did nothing to quell his rage, though, and he tugged at the V in the collar of his shirt to let out some steam.

He took his eyes off of the other gym leader to quickly glance at everyone else, before looking to Hilarius.

"How do you know one of us isn't Zero?"

Now that Jasmine was involved in this, he had to take it much more seriously. Everyone was a suspect, after all.

[sundownsuccess-deactivated20140]

INITIATE HALLPARTY.

[sayakopter]

The Old Dusty Trail

sundownsuccess:

The door was open. Neither of the two occupants of room 1 really knew what lied in wait for them outside, except for the door across from their own.

"2, huh…" Sundown muttered to himself. He didn’t know how many rooms there were, but he deduced that he was probably in room 1. He wanted to…

Drawing in a breath, Sayaka followed out the door. Two more people. Roommates, presumably? The blonde guy was pretty normal looking — a relief — but the other one… She kept close, as Sundown gestured, feeling just a bit intimidated by the towering figure. Just as her strange partner reminded her of old Westerns, this fellow was like the mad scientist in a cheesy horror film. Except actually sort of creepy, rather than laughable. The eery feeling was cut short, however, as she noticed something even stranger out of the corner of her eye. A bird — a giant bird — just casually walking out of one of the rooms. She stared in disbelief as the creature turned and walked the opposite direction, before disappearing beyond a corner…

"I’m not the only one who just saw that right!?"

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Hilarius had seemed about to respond to Morty, having opened his perpetual frown to reveal the wet glint of his teeth, which were just as too-straight as the rest of him. However, it was at that precise moment that another door on the hallway swung open.

The alchemist shut his mouth again and turned abruptly towards the sound, and, as seemed to be his habit, a hand rose in the same motion to adjust his strange eyewear in a new series of clicks. The other moved towards his belt, but there was nothing there.

The surgical scrutiny began anew, this time directed at these two fresh objects of interest.

Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ A: Mᴀʟᴇ. Hᴜᴍᴀɴ. Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ.

Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Fᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ. Bʟᴏɴᴅ. Sᴏʟᴇᴍɴ ᴇʏᴇs. Aᴘᴘʀᴏx. 30-40 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ.

Click. Click.

Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ B: Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ. Hᴜᴍᴀɴ. Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ. Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Bʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ. Asɪᴀɴ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs. Aᴘᴘʀᴏx. 17 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ.

"Aʜ," Hilarius boomed, slowly lowering his hand again. It rejoined its twin behind his back. "Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴜᴏ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴘʟᴇss ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇsᴛᴀɴᴛs." Evidently, the frowning German did not have the same reservations towards these two that they did towards he and Morty. In fact, he took a step towards them: a very straight, rigid step, like the prompt stride of a military officer.

"I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ "sᴛᴜᴄᴋ", ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ. Wᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ sᴜʀᴠᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ," he rumbled, lifting his chin and indicating Sundown and Sayaka both with a stiff and formal gesture of his hand; it was the same hand whose wrist bore the red contraption that marked every single one of the game’s wretched participants. "sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ… ᴜɴᴜsᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴏʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛs. Tʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛs." Hilarius paused, then, and turned his head enough that Morty might catch a glimpse of a white lens. "Aʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ."

Nageki, alas, went ignored, as did Sayaka’s comment concerning him—but given the strange man’s intense analysis of everyone else he had encountered so far, one might presume that he had already met the bird, and evidently did not much care for it. While the little dove pattered away, Hilarius continued to frown at his company in expectant silence.

[offwhitewoods]

Morty wasn't the least bit surprised when another party emerged from another room. It was only confirmation that he was indeed feeling the presence of others around him, something that he had already figured might be the case.

After all, he'd been trapped in a room with someone before escaping to the hall, only to find someone else. It was only logical that there might be even more people here, especially considering the number of doors that littered the hallway.

His smile became friendlier as he studied their energies. They seemed to be... fairly normal, aside from a few things, but they were nothing compared to the man named Hilarius.

Nageki didn't go unnoticed by him, but the bird didn't appear to want to socialize, so he left it alone.

With relatively normal people to potentially back him up now if something happened,  he felt his confidence begin to return. He hadn't showed it other than his initial reaction to meeting Hilarius, since gym leaders were meant to be guardians and faltering in any way could be disastrous, but he hadn't been feeling very confident ever since waking. He couldn't imagine that very many people would be confident in this type of situation, though. Not when they were in a strange place with all of their belongings and friends gone.

He was just about to approach the new group when the taller man took a step first. Deciding that perhaps he shouldn't push his luck or make himself seem like a threat, he stayed in his spot in front of the door to his room.

However, when the tall, strange man asked to see bracelets, he rolled up his sleeve and held his arm out without a word, almost as if the larger male was suppressing his will to do anything for himself.

[offwhitewoods]

I'm Not Where I'm Supposed To Be

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Morty’s smile was not returned. Indeed, there was something unpleasantly permanent about the frown that had remained affixed on the other’s face all the while. At least that probably meant that it was nothing personal.

What business would a man with a voice like that have with smiling, anyway?

After completing his assessment, the stranger replaced his hands in a clasp behind his too-straight back. Too-straight, just like everything else: the angles of his face, the cut of his leather coat, the stern edges of his broad shoulders; he was a man made up almost entirely of hard lines and sharp corners.

Hard lines, sharp corners, and… checkers.

They patterned every piece of his attire—not just the coat, but the gloves and ruddy spats, too. If they had been black and white, rather than shades of brown-red, he might have been downright painful, if not disorienting, to look at.

"I sᴇᴇ," hummed the drawl in reply to Morty’s answer. The specifics of the game were slowly making themselves more evident. There were more players here, two in each occupied room, and perhaps every room was occupied, or would be.

An endless number of rooms. An endless number of participants. An endless number of little red bracelets.

An endless number of rivals.

The strange man raised a hand indicatively to his chest in a severe pose reminiscent of some ancient, regal statue. “I ᴀᴍ Hɪʟᴀʀɪᴜs Mᴏʀɢᴜs Hɪᴇʀᴏɴʏᴍᴜs Aɴᴛᴏɴɪᴜs,” he said, drifting over his array of names with the vague disinterest of one recalling a piece of information that he had memorized long ago. “Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴀɴ ɪɴsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs ɪs ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, Hᴇʀʀ Mᴏʀᴛʏ.”

[offwhitewoods]

The gym leader didn't appear to be bothered in the slightest about the fact that his smile wasn't returned, even keeping his. The man that stood before him was very confusing to his senses, and he wasn't sure what to make of him, but that was no reason to be unfriendly.

Morty couldn't help but feel quite ashamed of himself for judging someone before getting to know them. He couldn't shake the incredibly uncomfortable feeling that emanated from the other, so instead, he opted to simply ignore it for now.

If only he could read the man's mind.

He wasn't that kind of psychic, though, so he would have to stay in the dark. It was probably better that way.

When Hilarius began to suggest an investigation of their prison, it came as a welcome distraction. It would be nice to get his mind off of the strange aura that poured from the other, more intimidating person, if he could even be called such a thing, and, more importantly, the situation that they had been trapped in.

It was true that searching the place would probably be a reminder of that, but all they really could do now was look for a way to get out of it.

He nodded before looking to his left... and then his right. One side of the hallway seemed to stretch on into nothing, but the other was only a short walk to a pair of large doors, although with a few other doors in between. Logically, that was probably the better direction to head in, but getting to know the other rooms first might be more helpful in the long run.

"Shall we go together? It might be dangerous."

[offwhitewoods]

I'm Not Where I'm Supposed To Be

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The strange man on the other side of the door was already looking at Morty when he emerged—in so far as one could surmise, that is, from the direction of the lenses. He lifted a hand in order to rearrange them, the better to scrutinize this new arrival. The eyes were invisible, but their cold leer was nearly tangible.

Hᴜᴍᴀɴ. Mᴀʟᴇ.

He permitted a silence to hang between them for a time, slowly bringing his hands together in order to steeple his narrow fingers. The quiet, no doubt bloated with unasked questions, deepened and lengthened, as though to mirror the minimalist eternity of the corridor that stretched away to their left and right. The endless white walls were like the strange, inexplicable and unforgiving backdrop of a dream, or a nightmare—and this tall, silent, eyeless man was one of the surreal inhabitants.

Aᴘᴘʀᴏx. 25 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ. Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ. Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ.

Morty was being judged by this bizarre automaton. The gym leader had, in the mere act of emerging, of existing, wholly gained all of his attention, and it was not the pleasant kind. It was clinical; it was critical; it was calculating. It was taking the pieces apart, and putting them back together. It noticed the watch. It recognized the worry, the dazed look of a man confused and addled by chemicals he probably had not consented to receiving.

Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ-ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ. Rᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ Asɪᴀɴ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs.

It even noticed the subtle signs of the chill it had evoked.

Iɴᴛʀɪɢᴜɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ.

Hilarius finally terminated his stare by turning it towards the door his new company had emerged from, and dispelled his horrible silence with his horrible voice. It rumbled like the drone of a machine, unrelatable and emotionless; the only saving grace that could have redeemed it from being entirely inhuman was its harsh accent, one that might even be a little familiar.

"Aʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ?" it tersely drawled.

[offwhitewoods]

Morty couldn't care less about being judged. He sort of looked like a punk or a stoner, and older people were bound to judge that in itself. He could not imagine the way in which he was being judged, so his first instinct was that this man was going to berate him for being one of the two previously mentioned things.

It was only fair for the taller man to judge him, anyway, as the blond was judging him, as well. There was something very off about him, but the gym leader couldn't place it. Maybe, he thought, that he was just being paranoid. Maybe it was a mix of that and the effects of still having the drugs in his system. It seemed plausible that a combination like that could possibly throw anyone's senses off.

Although this strange man made his hair stand on end, he offered up a friendly, yet dazed, smile once the other man spoke. It was a horrible sound, but it wasn't unwelcome. It was nice to hear another voice in this strange, unfamiliar place. Besides, it was very possible that he had heard worse sounds in his lifetime.

"Someone else is asleep in there. I didn't want to wake them, so I left quietly."

Perhaps he could befriend this man. His head told him no, but he ignored it, putting it off as the aforementioned paranoia. A friendly greeting might do the trick!

It would probably be better to have friends rather than foes in a place you didn't know, after all.

"Hello, I'm Morty. Who are you?"

[offwhitewoods]

I'm Not Where I'm Supposed To Be

It wasn't right.

Even in his unconscious state, he could feel that something was terribly, terribly wrong. In fact, this feeling is what caused the gym leader to snap back into consciousness, although it was far too late to matter.

He wasn't surprised when his eyes were finally open, but that was probably natural for someone who was sensitive to their surroundings.

Despite this, it didn't make the situation feel any less dire. It was perhaps even more alarming to realize that his senses weren't playing tricks on him.

The first thing the gym leader looked for were his Pokémon. Nothing. He didn't even have any of his items on him, but he did instantly find a couple of new ones: a note in his pocket and a watch on his wrist.

There was another presence in the room, too, one that he had been ignoring in his... panic, if you could call it such a thing. It didn't appear to matter too much to him. They hadn't attacked him yet, nor did it feel that they might do so. He did steal a glance in their direction, though, and... wasn't sure what to make of them. Were they a Rapidash? That made the most sense.

Whatever the case may be, he decided that he didn't have time to just sit around and try to figure it out. Maybe the drugs were still affecting his judgement, but he left the strange blue Rapidash alone and went about his own business of trying to figure out how to exit the room.

It took almost no time at all. He hadn't even searched most of the room before being drawn to the locked box. Somehow, it came naturally to him, and before long, his box was open.

One of the items inside was a cardkey, and he knew exactly what to do with it. With a quick swipe through the reader next to the door, the heavy piece of metal slid open, only to reveal... a very tall, very imposing man.

The blonde stopped in his tracks, feeling a chill go through him before he even laid eyes on the other.