Leaving a home that was already left.

[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : asdf WORD COUNT : 323 NOTES : CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] A foot crushed a dried leaf on the ground. The sound was like a crunch, like someone eating a piece of chips. Aron Feix heard his own foot. He kind of enjoyed the sound. He remembered when he was little, in Autumn, he would always go outside and crush all the fallen leaves. Old memories were fun to recall but were also a dreaded misery. Aron's tepig was standing on the ground, blowing steam out of it's nose. Aron knew that Knox-his tepig- didn't like it here. The only reason why Aron came here was that this was where he needed to start from. He had just got his Knox and he couldn't just start from any town. Aron already had plans in his head. Aron began to smell the ocean. He was excited to go to Tulip Village because of all the rumors he heard. The sun was setting low behind the trees and Aron knew that he wasn't supposed to be out at night because of the curfew. "What am I thinking?" He said to Knox although he knew that Knox couldn't understand a word he was saying. "I don't care about any curfew. Besides there's still some time left. I could hide behind the trees to see what they do at night." A childish idea it was but to Aron it seemed to be the only thing he could say to himself to not be afraid. After taking a few steps, Aron saw a large tree and on top of that large tree was a very small tree house. Aron knew that the tree house was actually the lab. "The Professor is a genius, isn't he Knox?" The pokemon nodded. Aron thought for a split second that he must have understood him but then returned to reality. He kept on looking at the tree house for sometime and then rested under it. He was waiting for something. What that he didn't know himself. [/style]

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[Seth Sanders]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #d6ca99; color: #6b2619; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Banadette Town. A quaint little sea-side village, surrounded by a beautiful forest filled to the brim with Pokemon. It was a gorgeous place no matter when you visited, but with the sun just beginning to sink behind the trees, it was a scene straight out of a dream. The dying rays of sunlight stained everything a brilliant red, the whole world shining like a ruby. A slight breeze made its way through the trees, the salty tang of the ocean heavy on the air. This place was so peaceful, so relaxing, so different than the hot and noisy hallways of Headquarters that Seth could've died and gone to heaven, right then and there. Even the Captain of Kavulent had to find time to unwind occasionally, after all, and this was just the place to do it. Now of course, the rest of the team weren't aware that he was here. Kavulent was vicious, a veritable shark-tank of power-hungry thugs, and if he were to show the slightest bit of weakness he'd be torn apart. If his subordinates caught wind of the fact he was tiring under all this pressure... It wouldn't be pretty. He should know- he took out the previous Captain himself. It was a dog-eat-dog world out there, and he wasn't complaining, not really. He just wanted to get away for a while. Was that so bad? He didn't think so, but apparently the rest of the world did. So here he was, having to fight for every little scrap of downtime. After hours of paperwork and meetings, he'd finally managed to slip away, on the pretense that he was patrolling. Upholding the curfew, something like that. Since the Pokemon Contest arena was in this area, there was an abnormally high number of Trainers and it was actually a legitimate excuse- not that he cared. Seth was not, in any way, planning on actually working tonight. He was just gonna find himself a nice big tree to curl up in and take a nap. If absolutely nothing happened, then good for him. If anyone was stupid enough to stumble upon him, well, then, even be- Wait. What was that? Could it be a voice? The triangular ears atop his head swiveled around, trying to locate the source of the sound. Maybe he'd imagined it? But no, there it was again! He stalked forward, his inner predator reveling in the joy of the hunt. Heightened senses easily traced the source of the voice, leading him deeper and deeper into the woods. He’d never been this far in before, though come to think of it, no one patrolled this area normally. And curfew was coming up soon, too. Did he have a delinquent on his hands? He smirked wickedly, revealing rows of impossibly sharp teeth. Maybe he'd get a captive today, after all! Chuckling happily to himself, he took a moment to cast a quick illusion- nothing much, just enough to dull his teeth and make the ears disappear. He doubted his face would be recognized, but the Zoroark features were a bit much. That done, he took several long strides forward, emerging into a small clearing. Electric blue eyes easily found the boy sitting at the base of a large tree, accompanied by a Tepig. Tepig’s were pretty common starters, weren’t they? Perhaps this was a newbie Trainer. What luck! Heart pounding in excitement, Seth allowed a lazy grin to work its way across his face. ”Hey. Didn't think I'd find anyone else out here this time of night.” He slunk forward, moving with a predatory grace that didn't seem quite human. "Beautiful, ain't it?" Chuckling good-naturedly, he found a tree across from the stranger's and leaned up against it, eyes boring into the boy in a search for any sort of clue as to his identity. As much as he'd love to pounce on this kid for nearly breaking curfew, he'd get more information by playing along. Toying with him a bit, trying to ferret out as much information as possible. He was a Kavulent member. Intelligence was the name of the game.[/style]

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[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : asdf WORD COUNT : 369 NOTES : Zero stop posting more words than me! CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] Aron looked at the man whose voice surrounded the area. He wasn't old but he wasn't as young as Aron was either. It was best not to trust him. Aron didn't want anyone near him at this hour. "Didn't know someone would be coming out at the time of curfew." An angry reply it was but the man didn't look trustworthy. He looked to Aron more like a pokemorph than an actual human. Then the story repeated in Aron's head, about the hated morphs and the freak accident. Aron couldn't stop himself from saying "Did you have trouble reaching here? Since you are a..."His voice trailed off. He still didn't know if this "person" was a pokemorph or not although his few features did point that out. Knox gave a little growl and looked up. Aron told him not to using signs other than words but Knox wasn't paying attention. Aron hoped that the person wouldn't notice. The pokemon lab was to remain a secret. No one could ever know of it unless if they were trainers or "lesser beings" as the evil ones called them. Aron forgot about what the man said about the beautiful sunset. Surely a man that thinks sunsets are beautiful couldn't be the son of a higher being could he? No, maybe he was just trying to trap Aron in his hands. He wasn't stupid. He knew the world and all of what they do. Aron looked at the sunset. It really was beautiful but Aron wouldn't tell a man he didn't even know the name of. The sun rays were now fading and Aron could hear children crying and parents calling. The curfew time had just begun but the curfew people didn't know of the pokemon lab place so that meant safety for some time. Anyway he wasn't going to leave this man roaming about the place. Aron put his hand down on the moist grass. The feeling prickled his palm.He was thinking hard, thinking about the man. What if he had wrong intentions in his mind. What if he would turn Aron in and over to the higher beings? That wasn't a good idea. Aron fidgeted for a moment and then stopped. [/style]

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[Seth Sanders]

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[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : Seth Sanders WORD COUNT : 423 NOTES : Better than before, am I! <- Yoda talk CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] The comment about Aron's bedtime left him angry and sad. Could he tell this man that he didn't have a home? That his life was miserable? That he was about to die yet still lived? He decided to take his chances. "I don't have a bedtime or even a family for that matter." He said sadly. "But how would you know what it's like? I'm guessing you're just some higher being's spoiled brat." The words came out coldly. Aron didn't mean it to come out that way but how could he not? Most higher beings didn't know what it was like...to lose a parent or both, and Aron being an only child lost all his family. His aunt, his only family that he knew, left him at a foster home. If a family member could do that then why couldn't the world? The world was cold and nothing could make anyone feel warm other than relatives, something Aron didn't have. The image of his dead parents stuck in his brain like gum stuck to a shoe. Why did the man have to mention anything a family would do together? No one understood the pain of loss. Aron tried to change the subject but then he heard what he expected to hear. The man knew what Aron was about to say which meant that he was what Aron thought he could be. Why else would he answer that way? The "what" showed it. Of course he was a pokemorph. Everything about him showed it. And most of him Aron disliked. His smirk made him feel uncomfortable, like the predator had one without moving a single muscle. But Aron wouldn't give in. Seth said his name to him which was most likely a gesture of friendship or maybe he was trying to trick him like all those many tricksters in the world. Seth wasn't the first one and was certainly not the best but Aron went along with his little plan. "Aron" He said it and then turned away. The wind blew softly. Aron stretched out one leg and rested his arm on the other. He figured that if the man could do that then so could he. There wasn't respect where trickery was. Seth seemed to draw closer the more they knew about each other. The battle that was between the two raged on. None of them giving in to the other. Their words as their weapons. As they always said "The pen is mightier than the sword" or in this case the words. [/style]

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[Seth Sanders]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #d6ca99; color: #6b2619; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Though his single remaining eye remained fixed upon the sunset, he could tell by the way the kid spat out his name that he was tense. Aww, what a shame. There'd be no games tonight. He shifted slightly to watch this Aron, chuckling despite himself when the boy copied his posture. Even though they both appeared relaxed, the tension in the air was painfully obvious. Even the breeze, thick with the scent of the ocean, couldn't seem to ease the animosity. Aron seemed sad, the feeling reinforced when he talked about his family- er, lack thereof. Choosing to let the comment about being a Higher Being's brat pass for now, he sighed. The kid was so defensive. This wasn't relaxing at all! It was pretty obvious that the kid already knew he was a 'morph. He could see the unease in the human's eyes, and he didn't like it, not one bit. Thinking that perhaps it'd help things relax, he let his illusion slip. His pupils became slitted, his teeth sharper, his fingernails growing out until they closely resembled blood-red claws. And, of course, the ears appeared. He rather liked his ears. They were much nicer to look at than human ones, if he did say so himself. Worked better, too. At the very least, they were good conversation starters. Yet, still that awkward silence prevailed. He growled at nothing in particular, not liking the silence in the least. "So, Aron, whatcha doing out here this time of night?" His voice was tense, ruining his otherwise lighthearted words. He was supposed to be here on break, Arceus damn it. "Don't ya know how dangerous it is for kids to be out in the woods all alone?" That sounded threatening, even to Seth's own ears. He was just trying to get some peace, shouldn't have been provoking the kid. But something about him rubbed the Zoroark the wrong way, and his more animalistic tendencies demanded that he let it be known. How unfortunate. It seemed that he was his own worst enemy, after all. Well, maybe the veiled threat would chase Aron away so that he could finally get his nap. [/style]

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[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : Seth Sanders WORD COUNT : 300 NOTES : Sorry for short post CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] The transformation scared Aron but not to the point that he would show it. Only his eyes grew a bit wider and then returned to normal size. A zoroark wasn't what Aron expected. yes, he knew that he would be a pokemorph, a dangrous one too but not that. Aron stood up and grabbed a leaf from the tree behind Seth. Knox followed. He looked at the leaf for some time and then the leaf changed colors from green to a dark purple. The leaf looked very beautiful in the little light that was now left. The moon seemed to be giving light only to the two out in the darkness. Aron could here the sound of marching feet but only ignored it. Before speaking, Aron looked at the now dark blue sky. Time fled quickly. Aron ignored what the pokemorph said and then said in his own tone "Do you know what people that have lived here for a long time call this tree?" He asked but didn't wait for a reply. "They call it the tree of memories." He paused a bit and then continued. "They say that whoever sits here had tragic memories from his past."He looked at Seth. "It isn't just a coincidence you sat here. Legend also has it that whoever sits here, under the shade of this very tree, has dark intentions in his mind. Evil, powerful intentions." Of course Aron didn't believe that but it didn't stop him from saying so. It was a full moon and Aron's own story began making him shiver. He handed the leaf to Seth and waited. He knew that if Seth held it, the leaf would start glowing red if he was evil or blue if he was good. All Aron could do was wait. [/style]

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[Seth Sanders]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #d6ca99; color: #6b2619; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Watching the boy's eyes widen, Seth was sorely tempted to laugh aloud. His big reveal never failed to frighten them, and though this particular specimen didn't show his panic overly much, it was still there. Such silly creatures, humans. How odd to think that he had once been one of them... He was interrupted from his musings when Aron stood and walked over in his direction. He tensed, not sure what was happening, but the boy reached out to grab- a leaf? Whatever he'd been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Then, completely ignoring his threat, Aron started rambling on about some local legend. Tree of Memories, eh? He'd heard of it before in his days as a spy, though he'd never seen it in person. He was sitting under it, was he? What a funny coincidence. As a general rule, Seth didn't believe in coincidences, but, well... He believed this stupid little legend even less. Yet, his state of disbelief faded a bit as he watched the leaf in Aron's hand change color. Now, he might not have minded if it turned yellow, or brown, or any other natural color. But purple? What the hell? His courage lessening slightly, he tilted his head back to glare at the human. "Bedtime stories for little children." He scoffed, though he couldn't help but watch in interest as the boy offered him the leaf. Wait, was that... he'd heard something about this tree before... What was it? Something about it judging people? He hadn't believed it, but it had just turned colors in that boy's hands. Why wouldn't it in his? His eye narrowed in suspicion as he deftly snatched the leaf. Much to his chagrin, it flushed with a slight pinkish hue, before starting to become even redder. No, no! Now that the boy knew he was a 'morph, it simply wouldn't do to have him know he was also of Kavulent! Staring at the leaf, he silently willed it to change color. Maybe if he cast an illusion... Yes! Under his concentration, it slowly faded back to purple, before going even further to become slightly blue. Not all the way blue, mind you, that would be too obvious. Just slightly more blue than Aron's had been. He stared at it a moment longer, carefully schooling his features to wipe away all traces of triumph, before looking back up at the human again. "Neat trick, kid, but what was the purpose of that?" He let his voice take on a slightly mocking tone. "You can't possibly believe those wives' tales." [/style]

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[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : Seth Sanders WORD COUNT : 403 NOTES : I'm such a weirdo CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] Aron saw the leaf change colors from what he knew to what he didn't expect. He didn't know that someone could use his own power to change colors, what a weird day. But he had known what he wanted to. The bright red showed it. This man, maybe not a Kavulent member, was evil. Seth asked Aron what that was about which meant he knew what he was doing. "You know that legend don't you?" He asked in a slow, hushed up tone. He grinned a bit. Aron knew what he was doing, something Seth didn't know or want. Aron was sure to get something out of him. He'd better start with his background story. "You know all the legends of Serune. Your face shows it. You are very experienced." He meant for the morph to take it as a compliment not an insult. "So tell me, how did you became a pokemorph?" He asked still standing up. He started walking in small steps now. The moon was now clearly visible and Knox began to behave strangely. Not that the full moon has anything to do with Knox. He was staring at the pokemorph, it frightened him but it also made him feel a bit at home. Aron went back to his tree but instead of sitting, he stood on one leg and rested the other on the bark of the tree, his arms folded. He could hear thumps from the lab. "The prof's assistant probably dropped a few pokeballs" He thought then grinned. He liked the professor and his assistant, they were both really friendly. The assistant was a bit clumsy but he was Aron's friend. The professor was a bit strict but it reminded Aron of his father. Back to Seth, Aron saw the expressions that could not be defined. He was relaxed, yes, but he was also tensed. Maybe from the smell of the ocean. Aron didn't want to get caught up in that. Hi hair fell in front of his eyes and he gently brushed it away. A leaf fell on his head and he picked it up and began whistling with it for some seconds and then let it go. This wasn't how someone was to behave but he felt relaxed. He knew that in a few moments the tension would increase and soon they would be chased by each other's memories. The time had yet to come. [/style]

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[Seth Sanders]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #d6ca99; color: #6b2619; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]THIS IS WAR[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #6b2619; color: #d6ca99; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]He knew the legend? Arceus damn it all, he hadn't pulled his trick quickly enough! The kid wasn't fooled, it was clear from his speech. Speaking slowly like that, like Seth was some sort of an idiot. He felt his temper rise within him, just for a moment, and barely restrained a growl. How easy would it be to run his claws up the human's stomach and gut him like a fish? Ah, but that wouldn't do. Most of Kavulent was not aware of his little break-time, and the last thing he needed was an investigation over a dead body. So, with a little sigh, he let his head fall back against the tree with a soft thud. Closing his eye for just a few moments, he took several deep, calming breaths... At the kid's comment about his having experience, he couldn't help a harsh laugh. "Yeah, you could say that." What was with the compliment? He knew from personal experience that it meant something bad was going to happen. Aron was just buttering him up, that was all. And indeed, the next question had him seeing red: how did he become a Pokemorph? His eye snapped open as his face twisted into a vicious snarl. "H-how did I...?!" He spluttered indignantly, leaning forward to glare daggers at the human. "What the hell kind of question is that?!" He flexed his claws, before curling his hands tightly into fists, repeating the motion over and over as he attempted to find an answer to such a ridiculous question. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like splitting the kid open and being done with it... Who knows what kind of drastic measures he might have sunk to in his rage, if noises from the tree-house hadn't distracted him. Ears flicking in the direction of the sound, he glared at the structure. Though he hadn't paid it much attention before, he hadn't thought there was anyone in it. If it wasn't empty, though, it might be worth investigating. One kid breaking curfew was one thing, but a large group of them hiding in a strange house in the middle of the woods? Jerking his head in the general direction of the tree-house, he managed to choke out a sentence without growling too much. "So, human, would ya mind explainin' the house up there?" [/style]

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[Aron Feix]

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[atrb=style, padding-left: 109px][style=border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; padding: 10px 0px 10px 10px; margin: -14px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left][style=font: 9px Tahoma; color: b48678; width: 280px;][/style]TAGGED : Seth Sanders WORD COUNT : 449 NOTES : I'm waiting to go to Tulip Village. CREDITS : Template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=color: b34f2a; width: 250px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: 4px solid #b34f2a; float: left; clear: left] Aron felt a proud but didn't show it. He made the morph angry, just what he intended to do. He knew that angry people could never hold their secrets inside for too long. Aron had expected the anger but the expressions made him feel afraid, yet he didn't back down. He knew if he did then Team Kavulent would beat him up for breaking curfew so this was better than that. Aron shuddered as he thought of that. Seth's anger was showing steam. So much anger. Who knew what he could do in this kind of anger. Aron remembered his aunt. The same aunt that promised to buy him ice cream whenever he came. The same aunt whom he cared for so much. The same aunt who threw him out. He felt a choking sensation. His own family left him. His aunt was only there for him when his parents were. No one could be a friend. No one. Aron managed to hold back his tears but he couldn't talk so he rested for a few seconds. Then, he heard the thumping from the lab. "Oh no." He thought. The professor and his assistant made too much noise. Hopefully Seth wouldn't notice. Aron stayed quite for a bit in hopes of the morph not hearing anything. After a few seconds, what Aron feared happened. The morph heard. He even asked. Aron had to do something. "Oh that treehouse? It's just a family living here." Probably it wasn't smart but he had to think quick. To avoid suspicion he said "They live here because they don't like the noise in the town. They like it peaceful.". Now, Aron wanted to leave. If he heard such faint noises then he couldn't have believed such a stupid story, could he? Could someone so clever be so stupid? In anger he could. Aron was not going to be surprised about what would happen next. He knew that the pokemorph might believe him. He also knew that he might not. Whatever would happen next would either be happy or worried. Aron was devising some plans in case Seth didn't believe him. Some plans didn't seem right. He imagined himself in a little study room on a drawing board drawing plans on papers and throwing them away. He grinned. Now he didn't have that. Why live in dreams? Why waste time imagining that some things could happen when they don't? Why do people imagine that they could fly without any wings? Why are humans so stupid? Now Aron felt a bit disgraced being a human. He was something that took everything away from him. For a split second he wished that he was a pokemorph. [/style]

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