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Coda Gwen King: Inside Elm’s Lab :The Lavender Lady of Justice!
Gwen headed towards the benches, assuming that Avery was on her heels, but when she turned to say ask the big lug something, he was nowhere in sight. She sighed. He probably went on into the back then. Avery wasn’t exactly gifted with common sense, much to her chagrin. Honestly, she didn’t know what the dude would do without here sometimes. But this was Elm’s place, and the old professor seemed to like them well enough. And this wasn’t exactly the first time that Avery had just barged in and made himself at home.
She shook her head and took a seat, setting her bag and guitar case on the floor beside her. Her hand touched her jeans, just below where her knee would have been, while her head turned to face the nearby wall. A grimace set upon her face. That fucking sensation was back.. She hated it with her very core. It was as if she just needed to really lay into her shin, to finally scratch an annoying itch, but...that was absurd: her shin was made of carbon fiber.
“H-hello!”
Gwen forced herself back into a neutral expression and turned to face the hesitant voice. Alfred Elm. She grinned despite her frustration. He was good kid, this one. She might have normally messed with the kid, playing prank after prank on him but...
“Welcome to New Bark. I’m, uhm, Alfred Elm. I’m Professor Elm’s assistant. He’ll be here soon, probably, so uhm, if you could all sit here and wait on the other trainers…”
...but the kid had like no spine. He was waaay too fragile. Hell, it wouldn’t even be fun. But she had to admit, he was definitely a smart kid. Smarter than she was, for sure. That was fine, though. She could still run circles around the little dude.
Before she could speak, the purple haired dude approached Alfred and introduced himself again. Yuu Nozomu...Gwen frowned. She was pretty sure she hadn’t met the guy before but...his name sounded familiar and it bugged her to no end. When he said it again, Gwen was a bit confused. Did he just REALLY like the sound of his own name? But then she noticed that he had turned to...someone else.
That unsettled Gwen, somewhat. She hadn’t recalled seeing the new redhead before...when did she arrive? Surely she wasn’t already in the lab...Gwen wouldn’t have missed a red mop like that. She had to have come in afterwards. A slight shiver ran down the girl’s spine. She didn’t know why.
The redhead introduced herself as Mattie Linder to Yuu. It was surprisingly difficult for Gwen to make our what she was saying. The little lobby they were in wasn’t THAT big but...well, maybe she was just shy? Bah. It didn’t really matter, Gwen decided. Give her enough time and she’d probably snap out of that.
Yuu, apparently, disagreed.
He seemed rather insistent that she speak to him. But fuck, it wasn’t any of her business. So why care? Gwen pushed back in her chair, trying to get comfortable. If Elm was tied up, they might be waiting for a bit. And the sensation in her leg was fading. If she wanted to get any comfort, now was the time to-
The doors flew open, catching Gwen off guard. Before she could even move, she saw a purple blur fly past, and in the next moment, Yuu flew forward a bit, dragging this Mattie chick and a chair down to the ground with him. Above them standing triumphantly like a lavender lady of justice, was yet another chick that Gwen had never seen before. She got to her feet and approached the madness.
“What the flying fuck…?” she muttered as she looked from the couple sprawled across the floor to the purple haired newcomer.
The hell was with that hair color and causing trouble?
“Yuu! Really, I know you’re a scumbag who thinks he’s better than me, but insulting my friends? That’s low, even for you, jackass.”
Gwen blinked and looked down at the dude. Yeouch. Looks like karma was catching up with him. Well...sucks for him. Though she had to admit, she didn’t like this Mattie chick being dragged into it. This was a war between purps.
“Abigail Blanchett…”
Wait...what?!
“Speaking pridefully like you always did in trainer school… you haven’t changed much, have you…”
Trainer…
Holy fuck.
Gwen’s eye widened. Abigail Blanchett...she HAD heard that name before. Everyone in her class was. This was THE Abigail Blanchett. She had been in the class ahead of Gwen back in trainer school. And she had been good. REAL good. Gwen had actually caught a couple of her mock battles. She was no joke. Honestly, Gwen had somewhat looked up to the purple haired lass. After all, if you want to be the best, learn from the best.
She shifted her gaze back to Yuu. Gwen had finally placed where she had heard his name. He was in Abigail’s class. If not for her, he’d probably have ended up on top of the class. The mock battles that Gwen had caught had been against this guy. And they were intense. Obviously, he was no slouch either. Maybe a goober when it came to women, but a talented trainer nonetheless.
...so what in the actual fuck were they doing here?!!
She realized that Yuu had been talking, yet she had only caught the very end of it. He was asking her to hear him out. If what she had heard about Abigail was correct, she...didn’t really see that working out too well. Poor guy. Creep or not, it didn’t seem like he could catch a break.
Oh well. Sucks to be him.
Gwen noticed a rather stunned Alfred. Or was he angry? Concerned? Terrified? Maybe all of them. Still, Gwen wasn't sure if the little dude could handle this.
She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her good leg as her gaze went to Abigail, then to Yuu, before settling back on the schoolyard hero.
"Riiight...if you're going to kill Yuu, could you do it outside?" She began rather dryly, pausing to hitch a thumb back towards the young Elm. "Cause I'm pretty sure the kid might actually keel over and die if y'all keep it up." She turned her head, showing Alfred a lazy smile before looking back at the purple posse. "...and, hey, as fun as that sounds, I don't think Elm would be up for handing out Pokémon with a couple of dead dudes in his lab."
There. She had tried. In truth, she couldn't care less what happened between the two. If they killed each other, that just meant less competition for her. And really, the ruckus might serve to get Elm off his ass and out here a bit quicker. She just wanted to get her partner and get going. Was that too much to ask?
...if she had to end up waiting because Elm decided to lecture these two bozos, she'd kill the lot o' 'em herself.
Avery Garfield: Harbinger of the Endtimes:
Before him lay a seemingly endless brick road. Avery took a few steps. The Mareep had left him. He wasn’t sure when they had or where they went, but they were gone. And he was alone. A few more steps. Avery looked off to his right, but there was only darkness. The same could be said about his left. There was only the glowing brick road. And Avery followed it. At one point, the road split a beautiful, flat field, but that too left. How long ago, Avery couldn’t say. And he dare not turn around. He couldn’t look back. Never.
BAA BAA!
Avery’s feet caught the ground and he stumbled, but quickly caught himself and continued. He couldn’t stop. Not yet. He had to keep going. He was growing tired, but every time he stopped, he would hear the whispers. The whispers...they filled him with such dread. Avery had never felt as much fear as when the whispers crept in. He couldn’t understand what they said, but...that was good. He felt as if he was not supposed to. Understanding the words would mean…
He shuddered, unwilling to consider it, and continued on.
Minutes grew into hours, hours into days, days into months, months into years..
It felt as if many a lifetime passed by, yet Avery continued his march, never stopping, never slowing. He had to get to the end of the road. All would be better at the end.
BAA BAA!
Avery felt tears streaming down his cheeks. That was odd. He hadn’t felt anything in such a long time. He had forgotten what it was like to cry. He had forgotten many things. It did not matter. All that mattered was the end.
For Avery, time seemed to have lost all substance. It meant nothing. In the darkness, there was no today, no tomorrow. There was no later. He had been traveling for no time and all time. He would travel until he could no longer.
BAA BAA!
Joy swelled in the young man’s heart. Was it joy? It was, but he knew not how he was sure of that. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. But this joy came from something...a faint light could be seen. It was but a dot in the distance, but in the nothingness, it stood out. It radiated this feeling, this joy.
BAA BAA!
Avery could not quicken his pace. Nor could he slow. He would arrive when he arrived and not a moment sooner or later. The light expanded as he grew closer. No...that wasn’t the right feeling. He wasn’t approaching it...it was moving toward him. The joy was overwhelming. Avery tried to cry out for it, but he could not recall how. There was only moving forward. Forever. And never.
But the light soon enveloped Avery. The darkness did not fear the light, rather it grew closer. It cut off the brick path behind the light. His only option was to embrace it. Why would he want to do otherwise.
Avery peered into the brightness. His eyes did not react for the longest time...but soon they did. Avery wished they hadn’t. Joy disappeared, replaced by the fear so primal, Avery thought his heart would claw its way from its chamber. The light was wrong. So very wrong. He didn’t want it anymore. But it was too late.
He found himself standing in pure light. It filled everything. It reminded him of the darkness. Surely it felt as empty. Tears flooded the boy’s newfound vision as he focused on what was before him, yet his legs refused to slow or stop.
It was an infinite mass of wool. It expanded forever, yet Avery was still far from it. He knew that that shouldn’t exist, couldn’t exist, but it did. There was more than one eternity between the young lad and the never ending wool.
As if feeling his disbelief, the wool shifted, nay, crawled away. And from it sprouted flesh. It seemed as if the flesh would simply generate forever, but it took form. Its visage, Avery could not comprehend, but as he turned his eyes away, he thought of the Mareep he had ran with so very long ago. Had they looked like this? Had this looked like they? He could never know. When he looked back, he saw more shapes rip through the light. The word bird came to Avery, but he knew not what that was. Nor would he. No sooner did the shapes appear, did the flesh disappear, replaced once more with gargantuan wool.
And then there were screams.
Screams echoing across the vast empty brightness, bouncing off other screams, gaining forever. Why, they crossed even time. There was no more path to follow. His fate was to forever listen to the screams. Avery fell to his knees, gripping his ears. It did not help. The endless screams filled him with such agony. This was his punishment. Yet again, he knew not why such a thought came to him. He had stopped thinking so very long ago. But it rang out nonetheless.
Some part of Avery begged for the screams to end, but they didn’t. They never would.
But then they did.
BAA BAA!
BAA BAA!
Almost as soon as they began, they stopped. The screams which crossed eternity faded entirely. Avery wondered if they had ever existed for a while, but that too fade. The boy knelt in the light. There was no path to follow, no screams to endure. There was simply being. And that was the worst.
BAA BAA!
Avery felt himself turn. He gazed into the infinite wool. Yet this time, he felt none of the terror he once had. At first, he felt nothing.
But time passed.
BAA BAA!
Slowly, ever so slowly.
Quickly, ever faster.
BAA BAA!
Avery felt love. Love for this existence.
There was not path to follow.
There were no screams to endure.
There was only Tes-
Avery awoke with a fright. Shaken, a disoriented Avery frantically gazed about his surroundings.Where was he? What was he doing? But that fear quickly passed as his dream faded, and Avery soon got to his feet and stretched. After a few moments, it hit him. He was in Elm’s lab. How could he tell? Well...there were books…and Elm was there...
Avery approached the elderly professor, who had had his back to Avery while the young lad slept. Avery didn’t know how long he was out for, but if he had to guess...oh snap. He blinked. Elm was hard at work at...something. Avery didn’t know what that something was. He sure wanted to know though. He consulted brain, but the little guy was still asleep. Figures.
He soon found himself standing somewhat behind the old man. Avery leaned forward and peered over Elm’s shoulder looking at...an egg? It was a pretty big egg…
Avery’s mouth watered. He was getting pretty hungry, and that egg looked like it would be pretty tasty. Did eggs have a taste? Avery frowned, unsure. He wanted to know, but well...he couldn’t get to it to find out with Elm in the way.
Wait...Elm?
Elm was a smart guy. Maybe HE knew what the egg tasted like?
“What’s that egg taste like?”
Avery didn’t bother to introduce himself nor did he really direct the question to Elm himself. That was just how he worked. Ask a question and something was bound to answer. It had worked thus far for Avery.