{{ and if your heart stops beating; erik

[VORTEX]

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[/size] HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD? ”

{ NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY }[/center]

Avoiding the city.

Avoiding the city.

There’s nothing like avoiding the city.

Or at least that was what the Portal was telling himself as walked around in circles around a bench that lay near the humungous tower topped with a fake glittering sun known as Sol Clock. Now why did anyone preoccupy themselves with naming the tall building that was beyond him but the Whisper Keeper didn’t care much about such little details anyway there were much more important things nagging at his brain. Things that made him wince with guilt if he thought of them and as the thought seeped into his brain his ruby red eyes flicked upwards and inspected the deserted area noting with a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach that there was no crooked red line in sight but still he forced himself to scan every corner, every detail as best he could frowning and even squinting at anything he thought was amiss. But no crooked red lines appeared and this set another wave of worry through his already sad stomach –yes it was sad, in fact if it had a face it would be pouting and at the verge of tears because whenever he felt guilty and rarely did he feel guilty he felt it on his stomach, of all places, his stomach. Maybe it was because he enjoyed eating that much of maybe it was a cruel joke played on by a higher being that his strongest and worse feelings let themselves known by a soft throb on his abdomen just letting him know exactly how guilty he felt.

Vortex swallowed hard and resumed his manic pacing around the fence, frowning at the cobblestones underneath his shoes. That frown deepened into a glare and soon enough he found himself blaming them for all his woes, stupid cobblestones if only they didn’t exist if only they weren’t there everything would be different and he would still have it. He would still have that thing that wasn’t his, that thing that he had snatched from a very dear friend promising the same very dear friend that he’d keep it safe as long as that same friend played fair. The very thing he swore to watch over as if it was his own dear life and promised he wouldn’t loose it. Of course he should have reconsidered that because he was always loosing things, he always forgot when he put things not that he tried to keep it in any secret of complicated places. He didn’t trust his own home because he was never around the place and anyone sensing its power could easily slip in and snatch it from his few and scattered possessions. No, he always kept it hidden in his pocket and anyone that read its power could easily confuse it for his own after all he was quite the skilled Whisper Keeper he was considered to be somewhat important in society and he even had people following him around the place which is why he tended to avoid crowded places –flee from them like the plague.

But he had lost it.

Had lost Erik’s Adamant Orb.

He was so dead.

You just didn’t piss of a legendary replica even if the replica in question was his very good friend.

You just didn’t.

You also didn’t loose one of the key objects the type that awakened his true powers as Dialga’s replica the one that made him stronger and more capable of defending himself.

You certainly would never dare loose something like that.

Because of that Vortex was now reduced to a panicking pacing figure. Occasionally yanking at his hair or pulling at his cheeks, slapping himself, stomping the ground anything he could do to try to remember where he left the damn thing. But he knew he didn’t leave it anywhere he just knew he wouldn’t forget something so important. It must have fell out of the pocket of his hoodie, rolled a hidden crevice somewhere or maybe someone stole it from him…

Oh, Arceus, someone better have mercy on this Whisper Keeper before he grabs a gun and brings it to his head.

He groaned and pulled at his cheeks the stinging pain making him release his hold on his face and instead lightly slap them to remove the sting. He switched to chewing on his bottom lip and pulling at the loose threads in the sleeve of his jacket, all the while keeping his mad pacing. He groaned again and stopped pacing, eyes wide as he looked around trying to see that jagged red line. Anything to make him feel better but there was nothing but himself madly pacing up and down. On a whim he sat down, feeling deflated, defeated and deciding he better do something to keep the edge of his guilt he switched his eyes on a leaf. Maybe he could make that move? Sure, let’s try that. He frowned at it feeling the air around it, mentally prodding at it trying to feel its rough texture, visualizing, seeing it move a inch or two above the ground and hold still. His frown deepened as he tried to concentrate on that he had the image of it being levitated only an inch, he almost begged –eyes practically drilling holes into the innocent leaf by now. His fist clenched, he mind strained to make the damn thing move do anything, he insisted, anything at all, he begged.

“VORT, VORT, VORT!”

Vortex leaped ten feet into the air (well it felt like ten feet at least), practically scared off so much out of his skin that he was standing upright eyes wide with fear, fist clenched to prepare to hit anything that came at him. Without thinking, without waiting he slung his fist down on the leathery green head of his dear friend.

The Kecleon yelped releasing something that was held between his claws and that object slowly rolled away.

But Vortex saw how it sparkled and caught the light.

With a wild yell he threw himself towards it, slamming hard against the floor but feeling relief as the cold orb came in contact with his fingertips. His hands tightened around it like a madman, so hard that he felt the cold actually starting to sting, the surface sizzling when it did not like who the hands belonged to but instead of letting it go he just held on the more, murmuring quite coos of relief at the cursed orb and thanking his lucky stars that Arceus was so giving and generous forgetting for a minute that one of his best pals carried the same name and now looked up from rubbing its head with beady black eyes glittering with an unasked question. But Vort was ignoring everything and anything else just relieved to clutch the Adamant Orb and only thinking that Erik wouldn’t be so pissed at him that he hadn’t lost it that he still held it safe and without a single scratch. He sighed in content as Kecleon padded his way towards his trainer, concern clearly featured on his reptilian face –concern for his trainer and friend who just seemed to have gone completely bonkers over a damned orb.

As if to confirm the thought a lazy grin tugged at Vort’s lips as he sat up on the cobblestones and clutched the Adamant Orb to his chest. Looking up when he noticed Arceus looking at him.

“Oh…” he said “sorry about that Arceus I’m just really glad you found it,” he said in that same whisperous voice all Whisper Keepers had.

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[/size] I THINK I NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY. ”[/center]

{{Tagged; erik
{{Lyrics; dead! - mcr
{{Words; 1,267
{{Pokémon; kecleon
{{Moves ; arceus; n/a
{{OOC; so like yeah

[ERIK]

*its not my time

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A single chime rang loudly from the large copper bell topping the bricked tower, it's chiming sound echoing over the courtyard as sweat pooled down the face of twenty three year old Erik as he tinkered away at the internal mechanics of the towering clock tower, screw driver in one hand and the opposite wiping away at the sweat that was collecting on his brow from the lack of air conditioning. It had been a while since he had gone outside of his normal expertise of the simple watches, but he had been called in on duty to fix the broken clock within the Sol Clock Tower, and now he was being forced to slave away as he tried to fix the broken mechanics. Okay, perhaps 'forced' wasn't exactly the right word he was looking for in this situation, he loved working with clocks, it was just this god damn heat that was killing him right now. Not to mention the lack of any sort of cooling device and the greenhouse like effect of the building just made him feel like an egg on the stove. He just wished this story ended with a dropped platter right now.

"Man, I'm going out for a break." The young adult commented to his male companion as he dropped his screwdriver to the wooden floor, the small metal object clanging loudly as it fell, rolling to a stop at his feet as he straightened out his body and rolled his shoulders back as he stretched his arms out towards the ceiling, clutching each hand within the other as he leaned backwards. The adult was only satisfied when he heard a crack in his back, leaning upwards again with a sigh of relief as he made his way around his bulky partner, who was merely nodding to his remark as he gulped down a bottle of water, and down the spiral staircase; preparing to place his hand on the metal staircase, but quickly recoiling when he felt the seering heat rising up from the railing. "Why does this place have to be so dang hot during the day?" He complained, rubbing his hand, a frown plastered across his face as he brought his hand up to his face to wipe away several new beads of sweat.

Erik pushed the weight of his body into his palms as he opened up the clock tower door, his face clearly expressing his feeling of content as a wave of cool air swept over him. "Aaaaaaaaah, it feels so gooood ~" Erik chimed, kicking the door shut behind him as he trotted out through the back door. He was thinking of making a quick run into town to get himself some more water, since he had already drank through all five bottles he had brought into the building an hour ago. He was so close, so close to finally fixing the darn broken bell; which had been going off at random intervals for the last couple of weeks. At least he was getting paid for it; he'd spent all of his last dollars on the new buffet that had opened up last week in Karnavia City. The last few days he had had to live off the generosity of some of his friends. Saving up the bit of cash he got from fixing watches, at least the thing he was talented at actually got him something in return.

A sudden jolt of surprise shook through his body when he heard the familiar exclamation of a familiar name. His eyes scanned the area in shock, for all he knew it could be just someone with a similar name or nickname, the next sound served for a location, it was a loud yell, and then the muffled sound of something colliding with the ground, coming from the opposite side of the building. A look of glee appeared on his face as he swung around the stone building to see a extremely familiar face, in fact, a face he hadn't seen in many years, the face of the very person who took his Adamant Orb during yet another one of his pranks.

He pointed a finger at the black-haired adult and let out a sudden exclamation into the courtyard.

"VORTEX! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!"

ooc ;; crap post is crap, i have a headache ;~; too lazy to put anything else here. . .I'm heading off

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[VORTEX]

“

[/size] NO ONE EVER DIED FOR MY SINS IN HELL ”

{ AS FAR AS I CAN TELL }[/center]

Arceus rubbed his head vigorously where his trainer had hit him –having second guesses on whether going through all the work of retracing their steps to find Erik’s Adamant Orb was worth it. Vortex had been panicking, completely on edge when he discovered that he didn’t have his friend’s cursed sphere with him and the Kecleon couldn’t help but offering his help, telling Vort to search another area of town then meet him right in front of the stupid big clock-thing. Vortex obviously had no luck finding it but Arceus –after nearly an hour and a half of searching– did and he had been proud of himself for finding in until he had received a fist to the face. Sure he shouldn’t have sneaked in on his trainer in such a way since he did have a tendency of socking everything that caught him by surprise in the back of the head but in his rush to tell Vort of the great news he hadn’t thought, simply imagined how pleased the Whisper Keeper would be with him and maybe even give him some more food.

He turned his black eyes towards his trainer –already glaring but was immediately stopped in his tracks when he received a wide, happy smile from the portal’s part. “Thanks a lot, buddy,” he sang, pocketing the orb before it could leap from his fingers and run away.

Vortex was confused when Arceus’ head snapped up –his beady black eyes widening and a smile tugged at his lips. The trainer arched a brow –just about to ask what the hell the Kecleon was smiling about when a familiar voice stopped the flow of his words before they even got a chance to leave his mouth. "VORTEX! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!" The exclamation ceased the Whisper Keeper’s every thought for half a second, he froze, trying to make sense of the situation, then suddenly his head whipped around and he saw the Dialga replica. He blinked, trying to see if it was really real, if Erik, his dearest friend, was actually standing right there. Then an insane smile tugged at his lips and he leaped to his feet faster than you could blink. In his glee he found no room for patience and since he was already so used to do it he teleported himself to stand right before Erik –leaving Arceus to run the short distance between the two. For a moment he just stood there carefully watching Erik as if the replica could suddenly yell ‘surprise’ and be someone else entirely –he basically vibrated in place, shifting from foot to foot as he analyzed Erik and then, unable to resist himself, tackled down Erik –sticking to his childish ways even then “ERIK!” he exclaimed as he threw himself forward.

The Kecleon reached the pair even then, determined to let his thoughts on the little reunion be known. “ERIK YOU DUMBASS!” called Arceus with a little smirk of his own “Why the hell did you take so long?” he demanded, crossing his long arms over his chest. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to control this guy?” he continued, jabbing a finger at Vortex, indicating the way Vortex always seemed to get in trouble no matter what he did and even if the Kecleon loved every damned second of it –that didn’t mean it made the trouble any less, in fact if Erik would have been around they’d probably get in more trouble, but at least you had a replica who could control time at your side and needn’t worry about much. That was one of the perks of being Erik’s trouble-making friend –you could be sure that if things went downhill he wouldn’t let you get eaten by rabid babies. “And you missed all the fun…”

Vortex simply shook his head slowly at the Kecleon’s comments, not really taking the reptile seriously for a second and instead turned his attention towards Erik noticing something odd… His clothes, yeah, that was it, his attire was all odd and wrong. He frowned, taking in Erik’s complete appearance and then simply decided to just be out with it. “You have a job?” he asked incredulously, his eyes widening as he finally took in the meaning of what a job entailed. Sure he knew even replicas with a legendary Pokémon’s blood running through their veins needed to eat but not when said replica could freeze time and gain his money in less than honest ways –not when that replica was a freaking Dialga. “’The fuck you need a job for?” he wondered out loud, blinking in confusion at his friend –trying to picture Erik selling groceries, wearing an apron, babysitting little brats, designing homes and buildings, mixing cement, waiting tables or cleaning a school. Was he the only one that saw something wrong with this picture? Yeah, because you expect legendary beasts to give you a parking ticket.

Then he suddenly remembered something. His hand dug into the pocket of his jacket and he drew out the Adamant Orb that he was already so used to seeing in his grasp. “Look! I still have it,” he sang, actually proud of himself for keeping it safe just as he promised and purposely setting aside all thoughts of it having been lost recently.

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[/size] AT LEAST THE ONES THAT I GOT AWAY WITH. ”[/center]

{{Tagged; erik
{{Lyrics; jesus of suburbia pt 1 - green day
{{Words; 885
{{Pokémon; kecleon
{{Moves ; arceus; n/a
{{OOC; random tackles ftw

[ERIK]

If this had been just some kind of magical children's cartoon, sparks of excitement would be shooting themselves out of Erik's body, but alas, this wasn't, and so all the excitement came from the wide grin across his and the whisper keepers faces. Although it appeared that Vortex's first reaction was more surprise than anything else, as if he didn't exactly believe that he'd been found. Sure, it was to be expected that this was his first expression, it had been...how long, since they had last seen each other. Erik was more than happy to finally see his childhood friend again, and it seemed like he hadn't changed much since they had last spent time together as kids...and finally he could get the source of his power back. He loved Vortex and all, but Erik wasn't too keen on the prank being pulled on him.

A single blink was all it took for Vortex to suddenly appear in front of him, Erik should have been used to the male’s quick actions, but it had been so long since they had been together that the sudden movement forced him a step back as his eyes flicked over his friend. A closer inspection served to prove that really...not much had changed about his childhood friend. He still had that same look of excitement in his eyes as he always did, the same mischievous glint. The same kind he had when he actually had free time outside of his job. His thoughts were tossed aside when Vortex suddenly leaped forward, tackling him to the ground, Erik swung out his arms trying to avoid hitting any sharp objects that may lie nearby as he crashed to the ground, a couple seconds of breath left him that he tried hard to heave back into his lungs under the weight of Vortex.


"It's been way too long, Vort!!" Erik commented. It would have been really easy for him to find the mischievous Whisper Keeper...although he seems anything but quiet, if he had just messed with time he could have found him a lot faster, but he wasn't the kind of person who was going to cheat his way out of a bet. Erik leaned himself up on his elbows and lower arms as he saw the familiar Kecleon. His arms crossed over his chest as he complained about his absence. "STILL can't handle your own trainer, huh, Arceus?" Erik teased, a cheeky grin on his face, though his tone suddenly changed as he made a statement about missing all the fun. Sure, they had missed out on so many memories, but that was totally going to change, now!

If he could get out of his job, which was the next topic that popped into their conversation. You have a job? Erik just had to chuckle at his comment as he shoved Vortex off and got back onto his feet. Unlike SOME people, he had to work for a living, or starve to death, and that didn't exactly seem too much of a welcoming death. "Hey now, some of us need to eat every once in a while." He explained, running his fingers over his hair as he brushed off some of the dirt that had collected within. His attention was suddenly brought down to the movement of Vort's hand as he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a familiar sphere-shaped object. "MY ADAMANT ORB!!" Erik let out an excited exclamation, drowning out Vortex's words as he yanked the orb from his friend’s hands. Just as soon as his hands grabbed hold of the orb, he could feel the energy rushing through his veins. "It feels so good to have this thing back!" He chimed, lifting up the orb to eye level as he stared into the swirling smoke within it. "You are such an asshole for taking this!" He teased, playfully punching Vortex's shoulder, his body tingling at the feeling of the Adamant Orb. Erik knew that his job would be calling him soon, but now that he had finally found Vortex, he didn't have any plans on going back, at least for today.

"Damn, Vort! Let's get out of here, if my work partners find me slacking off there's gonna be some trouble."

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[VORTEX]

“

[/size] NO ONE EVER DIED FOR MY SINS IN HELL ”

{ AS FAR AS I CAN TELL }[/center]

As the two friends crashed to the ground Vortex couldn’t help but be reminded of all those times they spent together –time mostly spent on bothering people to the last inch of their sanity. Time spent getting in trouble, running, sneaking around, plotting, smiling –truly he enjoyed every minute of it and, although, he did have Arceus to help him with his schemes it was nothing compared to the mischief all three of them could come up with together –one could turn invisible, one could teleport and the other could control time. You couldn’t get better than that team and he truly missed having Erik around all the time, if not for how much fun they could have together how he would tease the replica and he would flush crimson red as even the slightest thing. Then there were the times were the three were too exhausted to do anything to they simply sat, panting and reminiscing on the events that led to their exhaustion. Now he didn’t have to worry about it, Erik was here now and after some catching up they would make this place explode. Or at least, that’s the way the Whisper Keeper saw it.

They crashed to the ground which would only mean one thing –Erik wasn’t expecting the tackle. The very thought amused Vortex, but he set the thought aside before it could fully form, wanting to hear everything his friend had to say. "It's been way too long, Vort!!" exclaimed the replica and Vort couldn’t help but agree –too much time for his liking, in fact, but it was better than nothing and at least they found each other now. In the end he just simply flashed a broad smile in Erik’s direction –his way of agreeing with the statement. Arceus started complaining then and Vortex could do nothing but shake his head, knowing full well that the Kecleon was just as glad as he was to see their friend come back to claim his orb. "STILL can't handle your own trainer, huh, Arceus?" teased the replica earning him a glare from the Pokémon’s part.

“For your information,” said the reptile, sounding angry, but the smile that twitched the corners of his lips upwards said otherwise “this guy is as unpredictable as they come,” here he jabbed a claw towards Vortex’ direction “I’ll be damned if anything can make him settle down for more than five seconds,” he explained, arching a brow in Erik’s direction as if daring him to tell the color change pokemon otherwise. Vortex did what he wanted –even Erik should remember that far and if anyone tried to get in his way he’d just push them aside (or teleport past them) and do whatever he had in mind –he wasn’t someone who was easily swayed once he made up his mind.

Hey now, some of us need to eat every once in a while." replied Erik to Vort’s demands as to why he needed to work. In the portal’s mind it still made no sense –he could only transport himself from place to place faster than the average person and just because of that he tended to not lean towards work, hell, he couldn’t even keep a job for more than a week he hated his bosses, he hated everything about a job. Responsibility, having to be on time, responsibility, less time for games, less time for fun, truly he wasn’t the type of person who coped well with adulthood –he’d rather stay a child forever, this way there was absolutely no reason why he couldn’t spend the rest of his days simply having some fun. But Vort dropped the matter with a dramatic roll of his eyes –he would have disagreed, said that with all Erik could do he needn’t a job to eat, but there were more pressing matter –Erik’s male diamond. The replica was overjoyed to see he had the thing. ”MY ADAMANT ORB!!" he yelled out, snatching it from the portal’s hands before he even had a chance to blink and cradling in his hands like a long lost lover. "It feels so good to have this thing back!" he sang, inspecting the surface of the source of his power. "You are such an asshole for taking this!" he teased, giving the Whisper Keeper a playful punch on the shoulder, half a second later Arceus leaped unexpectedly towards Vort’s back aiming his claws to grab at his shoulders. The sudden weight nearly caused the portal to stumble backwards but with a push from Arceus he managed to regain his balance before he fell.

He shot the Kecleon a glare that said ‘Don’t do that again,’ but Arceus merely shrugged it off –his trainer was already used to having the lizard clinging from his back. “S-so it still works then?” asked Vortex, suddenly sounding shy and small. He was really worried that the Adamant Orb –for some odd reason, would reject Erik having spent so much time away from him. Because that would be his kind of luck –finding his friend again only to disappoint him. “Some people tried to steal it,” he said after a long moment of simply watching Erik with the orb again –as if searching for anything that might have changed thanks to its return to the closest it could come to this world to a Dialga. “I don’t know why –doesn’t it only work for you?” he asked mildly, shaking his head as if he disagreed completely with such a vile action as stealing, when he himself participated in the deed rather often.

“Maybe they just thought it was pretty?” suggested Arceus from his current perch on Vortex’s back.

"Damn, Vort! Let's get out of here, if my work partners find me slacking off there's gonna be some trouble."

Vortex looked up –meeting his friend’s eyes briefly then turned to look at the Sol Clock Tower. An unholy grin suddenly lit his features and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “There’s someone else here?” he asked –a plan already forming inside his brain.

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[/size] AT LEAST THE ONES THAT I GOT AWAY WITH. ”[/center]

{{Tagged; erik
{{Lyrics; jesus of suburbia pt 1 - green day
{{Words; 1012
{{Pokémon; kecleon
{{Moves ; arceus; n/a
{{OOC; i had to redo this post THREE TIMES because my computer is an ass ;-;