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MFP#6 - colours (prompt and discussion)

3 days before the deadline and 2 entries so far.

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Michael put a hand on Missy's back. "Don't go there," he told her. "They know what they are doing."
With his other hand he stroke Eros's fur; the poor thing seemed frightened by what was going on. He turned his attention on the struggle again - he wasn't paying much attention to Soul and Sparky, he wanted to see how Niccia was doing. At least she was alive, he hoped Arceus wouldn't harm her more than he already had.

The moment Necrozoma grabbed Luna and smalled her to the ground, Bear jumped up to Low Kick the arm with which he held Luna's body. He had been itching to do something and that had been a moment for action, not thinking.

Ra roared in anger and was about to attack Necrozoma when the Primape moved in with his attack. That moment of having to hold back for a split second made him reconsider his first plan and instead gathered all his light energy and releases it at once. He could hurt Luna and the Primeape with his Flash Canon, but it would weaken Necrozoma, who would get the worst of the hit if he aimed it right.

Nethan reached the scene when Ra unleashed his Flash Canon and he covered his eyes from the bright light as the attack left him. He noticed more Legendaries had turned to the gate now and approached. Surely they could handle Necrozoma together; he was just alone and they were with many.

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

"There's no reason to assume the worst," Chiyoko replied calmly, with an amused sound to her voice. "Study you, yes. I think they will do that. Kill you? No. Only if you are a threat. And even then I think they will feel a little remorse for killing you because they knew you when you were human." She gracefully reached down to pick up the cup. "They won't feel that for killing me, but I can't blame them. I will feel no remorse for killing any of them either. And trust me, I will try to kill them at the first opportunity." Despite her dark words, she smiled a friendly smile as she handed Rose her now empty cup.

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"They didn't give us the official reason," Ethan explained. "Just that the base was compromised. They never said by who or how, just that we had to leave. The mansion is still there if you want to go back, but the agency has probably abandoned it by now."
Was Harriet always this light? He wasn't sure, but he hadn't helped her up before either. Either way, she seemed capable to stand on her legs. "Can you walk?" he asked her.

Agent Morison cleared his throat to get their attention. "It's scheduled for demolition to get rid of all the evidence we were ever there." He turned to Harriet. "If you have personal things to pick up, you should do that now. The scheduled demolition will happen soon."
"Gas leak, huh," agent Barrow added as he brought a cigarette to his lips. "The most common explanation. I suppose they will burn anything they want to dispose of at the same time."

MFP#6 - colours (prompt and discussion)

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Microfiction and poetry contest #6 – Colours

Colours are everywhere around us, but may also be absent. Some colours stand for an emotion, others remind us of the seasons.
What do you think about when you hear the word 'colour'?

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Contest rules:

• The prompt for this contest is colours.
• There will be a minimum word count of 5 and a maximum of 500
• Every literary or poetry style is permitted.
• Please PM @Calle the entries and give it as title MFP#6 - (Your Title).
• Your entry can be anonymous or carry your name. Let me know what you want in the PM. If you don't specify, your entry will be posted anonymously, but you may always claim your story during or at the end of the voting round.
• The deadline is July 24th, 9:00 CET, which is 7:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)

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Number of entries so far: 3

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin held Dia in his arms, but he looked at Ari when she spoke. "Ari, neither of you are to blame for what happened. Maybe it was inevitable; after Dia became solid, you had moments too. We don't know how it happened or why it happened, but Ray reacted out of proportion. I can understand worry or sadness, but this kind of aggression..."

He gently rubbed Dia's back as he spoke. The last thing he had expected was to see Ray like that. "By who were you attacked?" he asked Ari.

RPGC: Trophy Case

Winner of RPGC #32: The Inner Voice

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The Voice Within

Death…

I sigh as I hear the voice echo through my head. Ever since I tried out one of those spells from that old book I found at the flea market, this voice speaks to me. And always in these unspecific nouns or verbs. What does it even mean with death?

Kill…

Kill? Kill what? That person standing next to me, waiting for the bus? That spider crawling on the pole? The pigeon eating some scraps from the street? Is this voice warning me that the pigeon will be killed by an incoming bus and be dead soon?

Kill…

The bus stops – luckily the pigeon managed to fly away just in time – and I enter it, taking place next to a lovely old woman, who smiles politely at me.

Murder…

What? Do I need to murder someone? Has that sweet old lady murdered someone? It’s possible of course, you never know what lurks behind an innocent appearance.
I ignore the voice as I always do. Sometimes it’s silent for a few hours, sometimes it says something every minute. It’s not bad though, I kinda like having a companion with me at all times, even though this one could work on its eloquence.
The voice stays silent during the bus ride. Maybe they’re enjoying the view. Maybe they’re scared of the old lady next to me. I don’t know, and I don’t really care either.

A few stops later I exit the bus and buy a hotdog before heading into the park. A man is walking his dog, or is the dog walking his owner?

Blood…

It’s ketchup really, I think to myself as I bite down in the hotdog. Maybe this entity has never seen ketchup before? I pity it if that’s the case.

Death…

Not only does it lack eloquence, its vocabulary if awfully limited. Maybe I can upgrade it with a second ritual, add some words it can use. Maybe I should have sacrificed more than my goldfish.

A pigeon swoops in and steals the last of my hotdog.

Murder…

Now I agree, that bloody bird deserves to be murdered. But, it is long gone now.

I get up and continue my walk through the park as I think back to the day this voice came to me. The ritual was actually rather simple: draw a symbol, sacrifice something (I really shouldn’t have picked that bloody goldfish), and say the words. It had gotten really dark for a moment and then I had heard it for the first time. And during the first hour it just wouldn’t shut up. Death, murder, blood, torture, kill, dismember. Either my goldfish had some deep resentment towards me, or this entity is just demanding things without telling me who or why or how. I don’t even like blood; it’s so sticky and it leaves terrible stains.

Now I am stuck with it, but it doesn’t do any harm. It’s good not living alone anymore; that goldfish was a lousy companion, this one talks at least.

Torture…

Sure, dude, I’ll torment my neighbour later and put on some loud music. Death metal?

Death…

I’m glad we agree.

RPGC#32 - The inner voice (voting and feedback)

With 3 votes the winner of this round is The Voice Within and that story will be added to the trophy case.

Thank you for voting!

Paranormal Activities [SporkoBug and Calle]

Chiyoko laughed softly at the question if they wouldn't kill her. "That's what your agency does: dispose of demons that are a threat to humans." She had a cold look in her eyes. "Humans are my prey, so I have no ill feelings towards your agency for seeing me as a threat, but I value my life and I will defend it. Or bargain for it. In this case the latter happened." She smiled as she turned to look at Steph who had gone to the pole. "But you situation is different from mine," she added. "You are an agent, I was always an enemy. I don't doubt they wil dispose of me as soon as I have no use anymore, so I will continue to be of use for them."

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Ethan offered a hand to Harriet for support. Why she reacted so lightly to the black goo - seemingly not even worried about the possibility of those being organs - was beyond his understanding.
"Where can you contact your father?" he asked her. "The old base is evacuated, but I don't know what happened to your personal belongings."

Nobody Will Believe It [SporkoBug and Calle]

Benjamin listened as Ari and Dia talked; he felt a hint of annoyance when Dia recalled Ray had been ready to attack her. It was the last thing he had expected to see and if he had to choose he would side with Dia. Now he felt for both spirits. He knew Sara was standing behind him and probably needed the comfort, but he was also certain they weren't in danger here.

He stepped forward and first stopped near Ari, gently taking her shoulder for a moment. "We'll visit Ray later and see if we can work this out somehow. It's amazing you're solid too."
Having said that, he continued to Dia and sat down next to her so he could take her in his arms. Seeing her cry was one of the most painful things he had experienced so far.

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A guard looked through the barred window. "The psychiatrist will evaluate first, then she'll decide if you can leave or not," he told her curtly. "Attacking someone of the staff is not something we take lightly, especially with your history."

A Trainers Ambition [SporkoBug and Calle]

Michael gave Missy a pat on the head. Now he had 4 small Pokémon with him, all in various stages of nervousness of what was happening.
"No, so stay close to me," he told the Poochyena, but it was a message for all four.
Lytse didn't need that encouragement and glanced around as he stood sat down close to Michael. Anthony settled on Michael's shoulder and his head shifted repeatedly as he tried to keep an eye on both Arceus and the gate.

"It will," Gathaar said, but he didn't sound as confident as he had wanted. Hantaar didn't even say he believed it had worked - he wanted to believe it, but he didn't want to say something he wasn't confident with.
They both watched Soul walk to Niccia and Lecrero.

Nethan had observed what was going on with Arceus and Mew, but it looked like Yalgai and her brothers already assisted there, so he decided to go to the gate. He had seen the unwelcome guest and he walked over, carefully, ready to act when needed.

"I have nothing to say to you," Ra growled back. "Why did you come?"
His muscles were tense, ready to jump into action at the first sign of his brother's attack. Why had he come to ruin this party? It had been going so well. Well, minus whatever was going on with Lecrero and Niccia.