Setting
This place is reportedly very dangerous, as the shifting gears run a high risk of crushing slow or clumsy trainers that accidentally wind up on the wrong end of them, and there are only a few safe sections. The bottom of the works is unknown to most, but experienced trainers that have attempted to brave the depths report that there is seemingly no end in sight, and that they and their pokemon nearly starved to death before finding a way out. To that end, this place is off limits to all but the most experienced trainers as all who enter report difficulty finding their way out after losing sight of the entrance. What this place operates or what it guards is a mystery, but some have theorized that the government may have constructed it as part of a secret base built to shelter the populace in the event of a cataclysmic attack from enemies. However, the government itself refuses to comment.
Those that enter are advised to wear breathing masks, as there is suspicion that there is something toxic in the air. However, there are many cases of others reporting that it doesn't matter, and that being in this place makes them ill regardless.
As one gets farther in, they stand a random chance of encountering one of many very large machines of unknown purposes, complete with flashing lights and no buttons or other objects that look like they can be interacted with. Such machines generally come in boring square shape, are very large, and emit the sound of heavily shifting gears. Go figure.
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Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Of course we're not alon-eh!
He didn't see the attack coming, and Arielle instinctively covered herself with her arms as she got knocked back again. This time, nearly off the edge of the platform they were on.
Of course, Valve was quick to react and managed to grab her by her arm before she fell further. However, she seemed out of it entirely, her eyes now those characteristic swirls of defeat.
Arielle!
He managed to look over his shoulder though at Jennifer.
Hahaha! You nailed us good! We must concede defeat, I don't think she can fight longer.
I'll take care of you, then we'll get going Arielle. You did good.
Once he finished, he had to leave, and attempted to find his way out. Who knows if he succeeded?
Shinx;thought about this "shinx shinx "as in saying to keep exploring the place more just hope we don't get lost in here
As a famous hero of old once lamented, "going to Hell is easy, but coming back is hard."
Yet, around this time she would come into sight of what appears to be a teenage girl fiddling with one of the massive computers scattered around the area. She appeared to be in a rush, having broken open a panel. Upon closer inspection Jennifer might notice her metallic skin or perhaps her blue eyes glowing dimly in the relative darkness, casting a gentle blue glow on the machine's wall. She didn't appear to realize Jennifer was there, too focused on her work. She appeared to be attempting to connect her fingers to ripped wires.
Clearly the newest steel type pokemon had just presented itself.
"Um...uh, excuse me, but you should probably ground those before you go any further. You might hurt yourself," she meekly offered to the busy girl, not wishing to startle her into making a crucial error by being loud. "Or worse, you could hurt me if a live wire touches this gear." Shit. There was no place to ground a wire around here, was there? And it wasn't like she could just turn off the power, given the nature of this bizarre place.
"What are you trying to do, anyway?"
The artificial girl seemed to gawk for a moment as if searching for words. "...I--I don't want any trouble." she replied in an entirely defensive manner. She was acting as if Jenifer had... threatened her, reasons unknown. Brightly glowing eyes darted around in search of an escape route but the linear nature of the works only offered one, and it lead further in. Worse yet, she was clutching the wires in an almost possessive manner.
"I'm not like the others. Please..." the rogue android rambled out as if she believed Jennifer had any method of understanding that. She seemed to be very, very afraid of something.
"Please. I don't want you to die down here. I'm just about ready to head back up and out myself. Now that I know you're down here, I can't just leave you." Jennifer started coughing as the foul air took its toll on her lungs. "Ugh. Bleah. Now I know how the Oreburgh coal miners felt," the woman lamented to no one in particular.
"Not like I'm in any shape to start trouble, but I guess I could use a rest. What's the machine supposed to do?" Jennifer tried diverting the conversation to small talk in order to diffuse the reactionary defensiveness the girl exhibited. Was nobody else supposed to be down here? And if so, who gave HER of all people permission to traipse this far?
Abruptly she snapped back to attention as if startled by something. "I'm not fully functional." she offers, nervously apologetic in tone. "This place is toxicly enervating. These machines... they're the only source of life in this place." she explains, now somber in tone. The somewhat creepy android fiddled with the exposed wires for a moment before unceremoniously shoving them back into the breached metal casing of the large computer. It looked as if something of great strength had punched straight through it.
The robot seemed torn. She was very good at emulating human facial expressions, offering at least one major redeeming factor dragging her out of uncanny valley in the form of soothingly realistic body language. "...I'll come." she starts in a concerned tone. "But will you make sure no one hurts me?" she then quickly adds. Judging by the tone of her voice, one might presume she had reason to believe she was being hunted.
...In spite of her slightly eerie experience, could one really be afraid of someone who acted so pathetically human?
An escape rope was useless here due to the turning gears, but it would serve as a useful leg up. "Hang on tight," Jennifer cried out as she tossed the rope up. "Quickly, up the rope. I'm not sure how long this is gonna hold." She started shimmying upwards, hoping, praying that the other girl wasn't so addled to not follow suit.
"Man. I couldn't climb fast enough. My batteries need recharging too," Jennifer joked half-heartedly. "This would be so much easier if we had a Pokemon that could teleport us out of here." A Magnemite floated by. "Hey, that's it! Magnemite can generate a field that lets them float! If we caught one, we can float right on out of here!"
"Yes."
Producing a ball, she released a lucario. The bipedal pokemon balled her hands into fists pre-emptively. "Take it out with a vacuum wave." 'White' ordered calmly. The lucario shifted back in recoil before launching an incomprehensible amount of punches in a short period of time, distorting air around her fists and launching invisible vacuum projectiles at the magnemite. The magnet pokemon took the attack with all the grace of a brick trying to swim, flailing and spinning about as it was struck and it's magnetic levitation promptly went haywire. Each punch seemed to launch it several feet in a random direction as it lost control of itself before finally it abruptly, violently rocketed into a nearby gear with a loud clank, immediately crashing into another gear below it where the pokemon lay, fainted.
DIN-05.2 promptly tossed out a ball, capturing it. She had battled with a sort of calm, collected grace unfitting for the frightened girl Jennifer had picked up earlier. She held the ball out to her lucario, ordering the pokemon to use heal pulse. She then promptly handed it to Jennifer.
"You should have this..." she remarked softly, moving to return her lucario. She seemed to have become slightly meek again now that the fight was over. Turning to Jennifer, she spoke up in an ever so innocently matter-o-fact tone.
"My full name is DIN-05.2 'White'." she expressed, spelling her model name out one letter/number at a time. "I am... synthetic, a 'robot'. I am not a... 'person'." she proceeded to explain, a troubled tint leaking into her tone. "This place... was my sanctuary. The creators wished to destroy me. I do not have rights in the human creators world. Internal notes suggest the creators believed I was 73% complete at the time of my being discontinued. Several of my core systems are not functional. I am not capable of indefinite function in my current state." she went on in an informative tone.
Suddenly, DIN-05.2 bowed her head apologetically. "I did not mean to deceive you, creator." she replied very deliberately.
She tossed up another escape rope and climbed as fast as she could manage, grinning to herself when the rope was squeezed but not snapped in half by the gears above. Eventually she wanted to work her way to the side of the chasm, but with both her and White running low on their respective batteries, they had to hurry.
"White, release your Magnemite. If my calculations are correct, the magnet power should be enough to hold on to the grappling hook and we can just float on out of here."
"The magnemite seems to be strong enough, creator." she offered Jennifer before decidedly hopping onto the rope fully. This time the magnemite only floundered for a moment. She promptly climbed higher, displaying her uncanny speed as she made room for the other. If Jennifer hesitated or displayed any difficulty getting on DIN-05.2 would lean down and offer a hand.
The android loosened her grips, pre-emptively preparing to catch Jennifer if she fell. The magnemite almost seemed to bring them deeper into the works as it went on, a troubling sensation but it only lasted a couple of moments at best. Suddenly sunlight shone down on them from an entrance hole above. They had found it, the exit!
Just as magnemite cleared the entrance something unexpected happened however; it abruptly yanked free of the grappling hook, speeding off into the distance as gravity violently yanked the two girls towards certain death over a large drop.
...Well shit!
Two things happened. DIN-05.2's inhuman reaction speed kicked in and she quickly observed the path of the dislodged grappling hook as having passed over the lip of the entrance. She then immediately took a wild guess and presumed Jennifer might have a hard time hanging on while simultaneously hacking up a lung and violently decelerating. She lashed out, literally grabbing Jennifer with her thighs just before the grappling hook caught, bringing them to a rather violent stop. She of course had the strength to deal with this.
Assuming Jennifer was alright, she would simply let go once she was sure the other had a grip and wasn't about to plummet into the abyss. Alternatively, she'd have to perform some herculian climbing antics and scale that rope while carrying Jenn. Either way, she'd make it happen. Pulling herself over the edge, she'd offer to help Jennifer up.
"...That was unexpected--The magnemite appears to have abandoned us." DIN-05.2 remarked thoughtfully, gazing off into the distance in search of the traitorous pokemon. It was nowhere to be seen. "Creator, are you alright..?" she then proceeded to ask, a hint of concern in her voice. She seemed to be concerned about all that hacking and coughing Jennifer was doing.
"Must...get out of here..." she groaned. Then an idea hit her. She tossed a pokeball up to the lip, releasing her trusty Bastiodon partner. "C-Castle! Grab the rope and haul us out!" Being a 330-pound pokemon, it of course had the muscle to manage to pull the two humanoids out, holding the rope in its underbitten mouth. They weighed, what, 250 between them? 300, tops, depending on what was in the android.
"G-good boy," Jennifer gasped as the two were reunited with the solid ground inside Chargestone Cave proper. "Now, White, return Magnemite. That one's yours to keep..." she managed before falling to her knees, coughing so hard that blood stained the ground. She was crawling for the exit, willing herself that last little bit of distance from here to the Pokemon Center and Castle scaring away any wild Klink that were attracted by the noise.
Jennifer knew she couldn't last much longer. But staying here was by far the less desirable option.
"Creator, allow me to help you. I believe it is... necessary." she explained as she went about scooping the dangerously ill girl into her arms. She would first hold her with both arms before shifting her into one and beginning to walk. Extending two fingers on her free hand she pressed them against Jennifer's throat gently. They were cold, and would act as a very temporary cough suppressant.
She wasted no time and said very little. Perhaps Jennifer would be thankful for her professionalism.
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