09-09-2016, 02:53 PM
The Sage drifted in and out of consciousness. He was vaguely aware of his return to the world, and his sentence of immobility. The room was as gray and standard as it had been, but the two Pokémon remained in one corner, conferring quietly. The Sage strained to hear their conversation, and was slightly alarmed to hear the faint sounds of the psychic-type councilman echoing in his brain as well. He must not think I am cognizant; he’s less concerned about directing his telepathy to a single person. That’s sloppy. The Sage did his best to feign unconsciousness, as he listened in to the argument.
“I am just wondering if that’s a good idea, Councilman?” the Nurse-Pokémon was saying, her tiny arms waving around with clear distress, “Lord Mewtwo only sanctions the summoning of a limited number of Max-potions every quarter, he says that they should be saved for the most stringent of emergencies!”
The Psychic-Pokemon held up a hand to calm her, “Yes, I know. And it is commendable that you are willing to question a member of the council in defense of your orders. However…” the Psychic Pokemon’s eyes opened and it fixed its companions with a meaningful glance, “We are in the midst of just such an emergency.” The yellow fox-like being turned, gazing out the window at the street below. “The Empire is making a great deal of noise right now, sending that…Trainer… to cause chaos in our streets, then appearing before Lord Mewtwo could enact justice, and forcing him to publicly cede to their wishes. I must leave soon to attend the diplomatic meeting that the Imperial Navy has simply willed into being on a whim. There is something more to this… something we are not seeing.” it turned back to the pink Egg-pokemon, its face dropping with fatuige and worry, “I have received word that two more primes have subtly made their way to the island, I believe they are seeking the Kingdom’s astronomer. I do not like having agents of both powers here at the same time, and I foresee bloodshed before everything returns to normal.”
“Having more primes on our side will be our best chance of protecting ourselves from the worst of the onslaught. At this point I would be willing to risk even this eel of a prime running loose. His mind is a mired mess that I have no desire to revisit, but he has no affiliations. Even a loose cannon may occasionally hit its mark.”
The Egg-Pokémon made a motion that the Sage could only assume was a shrug, “As you wish Councilman.” She said, then left the room. The Psychic Pokémon turned back to look out the window, leaving himself completely exposed. The Sage’s hand twitched, if he could move this would be as good an opportunity for escape as he would likely get. The Pokémon did not seem to think of him as a threat, but he clearly could not trust them. He curled and uncurled his fingers, weighing his options.
He made the connection just as the nurse reentered the room. His eyes glanced over to the Pokémon furtively, and he saw it attaching a flask of some liquid to the machine besides him. The Psychic Pokémon turned back to watch as the Nurse placed a breathing mask on the Sage’s immobile face. The Sage’s head, as his eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them. He was running short of breath, and his sight began clouding. As he went under, words echoed in his brain.
“Our island is in peril. The Empire is knocking, and the Kingdom is hiding in our closet. You are no ally of ours, but you have quite poor relations with them. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, and we are short of friends right now. Time for you to fix things, Prime.”
“I am just wondering if that’s a good idea, Councilman?” the Nurse-Pokémon was saying, her tiny arms waving around with clear distress, “Lord Mewtwo only sanctions the summoning of a limited number of Max-potions every quarter, he says that they should be saved for the most stringent of emergencies!”
The Psychic-Pokemon held up a hand to calm her, “Yes, I know. And it is commendable that you are willing to question a member of the council in defense of your orders. However…” the Psychic Pokemon’s eyes opened and it fixed its companions with a meaningful glance, “We are in the midst of just such an emergency.” The yellow fox-like being turned, gazing out the window at the street below. “The Empire is making a great deal of noise right now, sending that…Trainer… to cause chaos in our streets, then appearing before Lord Mewtwo could enact justice, and forcing him to publicly cede to their wishes. I must leave soon to attend the diplomatic meeting that the Imperial Navy has simply willed into being on a whim. There is something more to this… something we are not seeing.” it turned back to the pink Egg-pokemon, its face dropping with fatuige and worry, “I have received word that two more primes have subtly made their way to the island, I believe they are seeking the Kingdom’s astronomer. I do not like having agents of both powers here at the same time, and I foresee bloodshed before everything returns to normal.”
“Having more primes on our side will be our best chance of protecting ourselves from the worst of the onslaught. At this point I would be willing to risk even this eel of a prime running loose. His mind is a mired mess that I have no desire to revisit, but he has no affiliations. Even a loose cannon may occasionally hit its mark.”
The Egg-Pokémon made a motion that the Sage could only assume was a shrug, “As you wish Councilman.” She said, then left the room. The Psychic Pokémon turned back to look out the window, leaving himself completely exposed. The Sage’s hand twitched, if he could move this would be as good an opportunity for escape as he would likely get. The Pokémon did not seem to think of him as a threat, but he clearly could not trust them. He curled and uncurled his fingers, weighing his options.
He made the connection just as the nurse reentered the room. His eyes glanced over to the Pokémon furtively, and he saw it attaching a flask of some liquid to the machine besides him. The Psychic Pokémon turned back to watch as the Nurse placed a breathing mask on the Sage’s immobile face. The Sage’s head, as his eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them. He was running short of breath, and his sight began clouding. As he went under, words echoed in his brain.
“Our island is in peril. The Empire is knocking, and the Kingdom is hiding in our closet. You are no ally of ours, but you have quite poor relations with them. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, and we are short of friends right now. Time for you to fix things, Prime.”
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