THEY LURK IN THE SHADOWS [cecil]

[nehachi doe]

The teenager inhaled the smell of brine that rolled over the city along with the haze. Today’s weather was simply terrible. Dark grey clouds rolled over the landscape with impressive speed. The chances on thunderstorms were high today, but it didn’t seem to affect Nehachi’s mood in the slightest. As she made her way quickly past rubble towards her destination, the girl barely took notice of her dreary surroundings. She barely cringed at the low rumbling in the distance, too occupied in listening to a special broadcast from an mp3 player in her pocket. Once in a while she would wave at her partner, who lurked in the shadows. Al, as she called him would’ve preferred staying dry thank you very much. Despite his protests to stay indoors, his trainer had dragged him out all this way for a stupid rumor.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, Al~” the sable haired teenager stated popping out one of her ear buds and letting it dangle in the wind. The Gengar only muttered something floating closer to the girl as she gazed up excitedly at their destination, a decrepit radio station. According to her information, the station was always broadcasting at a certain time without fail despite being run down. Reports varied about what lurked inside but the consensus was it wasn’t very pleasant looking. Of course, she had investigated similar locations before and had always been pleased to meet an adorable ghost type lurking around. However, one that could hold a different broadcast for half an hour every day was rare. Ghost types could imitate the human voice but to Nehachi’s knowledge they couldn’t say much.

Whatever the case was, she was going to get to the bottom of it. Judging by the state of the place it didn’t look too hard to get in. She roughly shoved the door before looking it over. Locked and it didn’t just fall in. “Too much effort…” she muttered, not even trying to kick down the door. She beckoned her companion before floating straight past the door. The young woman grinned, eyes darting around the hall as she made her way through trying to find the correct radio booth. It all just looked like abandoned cubicles and meeting rooms. Where was the recording booth? She had enough time to find it before the show ended at least. As the gijinka investigated the higher levels she began to wonder if she even found the correct station. For all she knew there could be another located elsewhere in the ruins of the city.

“See any rotoms, Al?” she whispered, shoving her hands into her parka’s pockets. The Pokémon grunted, before perking up as he spotted a light down one of the floors hallways. Quickly, he went back for his trainer before the pair slunk towards the station booth that was being operated. Nehachi could barely contain her excitement, shiver racing up and down her spine as they grew closer. If she had a functional heart it would have probably been pounding in her ribcage. “What’d we get? What’d we get?!” she squeaked as they phased through the door that led to the active recording booth.

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by SAIRRI of GS

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[Cecil Carnes]

A STORY ABOUT HER...

we are a hurricane, drop our anchors in a storm, they will never be the same. they know i know that they don't look like me, and they don't sound like me. you'll dance to anything.

tags: nehachi doe
notes: i wasn't sure if she was floating when she phased through the door, but since it's in her preferences, I just went ahead and assumed, but if it's a problem, I'll re-write that bit, whoops. pls 4giv.

"If you are not honest with yourself, then who is? And what do they want from you?" the smooth, sonorous voice questioned its listeners through the radio before concluding with, "Welcome to Veherna." The same tune that had been playing for years after his introduction followed which allowed time for the man sitting at his studio desk to look over the papers before him. These papers reported the daily news, the community calendar, and other miscellaneous announcements, or advertisements, but today was different. Today was a story.

'THE STORY OF HER,' it read at the top of the page, and then continued to the next line. "This is the story of her," he read once the introduction tune ended, and continued onto sharing the story of a girl who, once upon a time, was as alive as any person could possibly be. She had a family, and friends, and a pretty decent life as far as anyone was aware, but: "there was something..." The end of each description he gave of her, and the life she lead was ended with: "There was something..." Which would trail off as if the words were untouchable, or he couldn't bring himself to say them.

And then the story cut off for a brief announcement. "Let's have a look at traffic!", he said cheerfully, as if he wasn't just telling a melancholy story of a girl. "Mmmn, yes," the voice spoke contemplatively as if he were looking at traffic, and merely making comments to himself; truthfully, that was exactly what he was doing, "Wow, that's not a fender-bender I'd like to be in- That's for sure." Then he concluded the report with, "This has been: Traffic."

"Now back to the story of her... She came to a cemetery one day, at first on accident, and then on purpose," the story continued, "to investigate the strange, haunting feeling which loomed over here. That 'something' which kept her pushing forward- Kept her searching for the cause of this feeling!" His tone of voice had changed as if he were hopeful, but whether it was his own or portrayal for the girl in his story was indeterminable even as he kept reading the text aloud. "Stop! A ghost called to her. Stop!", his tone of voice changed, giving the new character to the story life. "But she did not listen... No. She did not even give the ghost a single glance; she was searching for something. There was something-..." he trailed off again, and then paused for a moment.

The tattoos on Cecil's arms wriggled, and moved about as if fussing; there was an intruder in the Radio Station, but the Host was too busy doing his job at the moment to pay any mind on the matter. "She walked through the cemetery, and she found- " White noise followed, cutting off his voice, and then... there was nothing. The oncoming storm cut out his broadcast, and being notified vix text of the news, Cecil had only just set down his papers before hearing an excited whisper through the door behind him.

“What’d we get? What’d we get?!” It was muffled, and he didn't quite catch what was being said, but it was enough to clue him in that whoever broke in found him.

He turned in his chair just after she phased through, his eyes wide, and brows raised, staring at the young woman who apparently wasn't as she appeared judging by the fact the door did not open or close. "Hel-..lo," he greeted her simply, though there was a hint of confusion in his voice. Formerly raised brows dropped to scrunch in closer as his eyes cast a glare in her direction. He didn't mind guests, but intruders were a different story, and now he was left to decide which of the two she was, and how to deal with her.

A friendly smile crawled across his lips as he relaxed, slipping his phone into his pocket. "It's not often I'm visited by guests. What brings you here, miss? Are you.. lost, perhaps?", he asked curiously, simply, as if her in-air, floating presence was no bother to him. After all, he was the one with vibrant, if not piercing blue eyes, black horns, and tattoos which were still crawling along his skin as if expressing emotions through their movements. However whatever emotions his tattoos were feeling were not quite his own. Neither of the two were normal in their own right, and he wasn't one to judge either.

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE

[nehachi doe]

Nehachi pulled out the other ear bud before putting the cord back in her pockets. There was no need to keep listening to it when the source of the show was before her very eyes. Though the radio show host looked very much alive. Probably had a pulse in her opinion, not that she could check right then. She didn’t want to alarm him after all. Though she supposed most would find moving tattoos unnerving, but to her it was just really interesting. How exactly did he get them to do that? She squinted in concentration before perking up. “Hello!” she echoed back happily, studying the stranger. She shivered looking back at Al to avoid Cecil’s gaze. “Oooh spooky right?” she whispered to Al who only attempted to glare back at the host.

Though the older man didn’t seem too unpleasant to her. “No, are you?” Nehachi asked taking a moment to look around the booth. It was old but the equipment had signs of use and seemed little bit cleaner than any other part of the building. Still, besides Cecil and herself there seemed to be no other signs of someone roaming the radio station. She was no expert but was it really that simple to run such a large broadcast by themselves? The girl drew closer inspecting him and his work station. “I heard some nasty rumors about you and this place so I wanted to see it for myself.” She finally explained, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “It’s not that bad around here. Just a little dark in certain corners.” Nehachi added.

“Are you alone or…?” she trialed off, eyeing the man’s strange horns. Dead or not he certainly seemed like a gijinka. Nothing else on this vast pokearth could look so human and still not really be human. She couldn’t quite place her finger on the specific pokemon. Then, she decided to introduce herself seeing as the whole purpose of her visit was to investigate the man. Rarely people ever answered questions if you hadn’t at least given out your name. “I’m Nehachi by the way. That guy over there is Al.” the young woman stated with a grin much to the Gengar’s chagrin. He would have rather she didn’t even speak to the stranger. ‘Curiosity killed the cat!’ He could chime, but the girl would only counter with ‘and satisfaction brought it back’.

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by SAIRRI of GS

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