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PART: ONE HUNDREAD & TWO

T he shutters closed filling Jack with a sudden sense of unease, his feet started to feel like lead and his legs the texture of jelly. He couldn't understand why he was feeling like this, it was if every fibre in his body was screaming at him to run, to find somewhere dark and far from prying eyes, a place to hide.

“Weavile…Weav…Vile..Vi…vile"

[It's okay, I'm here for you Jack]

Oni's voice calls to Jack, a familiar claw starts to form slipping into his hand to squeeze it as the weavile takes shape from a burst of blue light followed by a second right behind him.

“Blaziken…Ken…Blaze…Zi…Ken…Blaziken…Ken…Zi…Ken…Blazi."

[When you're at your lowest, we will have your back every time.]

Blaze chuckled, her talon like hand resting on his shoulder with a firm yet reassure grip, after which three more bursts of light escaped their pokéballs as Lucy; Bunny and even Toph looked up at him showing their own support. He smiled softly to each feeling a burst of courage flow through him as he forced down the strange sense of terror that had only just a few moments ago threatened to engulf him.

“Sooooo what's with those kinky outfits? Don't get me wrong I'm all for a bit of dress up fun but still?"

The representative chimed in amusement, one of her eyebrows quirked upwards as she continued to lead the way. The sudden appearance of the pokémon was of no consequence, if they helped to calm him down then more the better. Of course, with that said, the small woman was regrating her choice of words now, she could feel five sets of eyes trying to burn a hole in the back of head from glaring at her, so she decided to keep her head facing forwards.

“It will be fine babe, there's nothing here that you can't handle"

Ahsoka noted, her voice was icy as ever but internally she was struggling to maintain her composure, despite the mental surgery the Espeon had done upon his mind, there were still the remanence of the psychological side of his trauma, sadly this was something no amount of memory tampering could negate. She was grateful that his pokémon had as always, decided to do their own thing as usual, rather than just staying in their pokéballs during the interview until called out. However, things could go south quickly with this dysfunctional team should the whim take them.

Display cabinets filled with all the different pokéballs throughout the ages where on display, from artifacts from both pokémopolis and Pokélantis, to the earliest pokéballs. Every type of pokéball throughout history was on display, most of which Ahsoka had never heard of before, some made of wood with a vent. Another entirely metallic with a dial on the very top along with numerous markings around the dials edge. She did recognise the apricorn pokéballs along with all the ones used to day throughout all the regions, even the custom made balls used by numerous criminal organisations. What concerned her mostly was the shady black-market pokéballs; such as the Dark Ball and ToS Ball, the both where illegal to own by the general public the former of the two more so with it having been completely outlawed. It was clear the club had insanely deep pockets, maybe even deeper connections. This entire penthouse office was more than a display of opulence, it was also display of power to all who walked down the hallway, none of this was lost on Ahsoka as she continued to maintained her chilly façade.

“Here we go, the club chairman will see you now!"

The representative announced coming to a stop by a pair of ornate double doors, each easily towered over the giant bronzed giantess who stood right behind her. Giving a loud knock against the antique doors with a rasp of her knuckles the doors opened. Upon entering the door closed behind them as if some unseen force was at work, inside the cavernous room the opulence was greater still. The floor was what appeared to be a single piece of jade marble separated from the walls, by an ornate twenty-four karat gold skirting, the walls themselves were draped in priceless tapestries showing scenes of the history of the region and its denizens. It was breath taking to gaze upon, the golden cornice acted as a frame for an engraving of a spiralling jade rayquaza. Its head forming the center coiled body, its maw shown as being wide open as if trying to swallow the massive crystal chandelier hanging just below it. Other than a desk the length of a banqueting table, book shelves stood along one wall, while along the other a green leather settee that at a glance appeared capable of sitting at least ten full grown adults.

“Greetings to you, please do join me."

A cheerful voice called out from behind the desk, the director of the club was a portly yet stout fellow; with a drastically receding hair line. Above him a couple of mismagious circled several feet above his head, they watched the group of three humans and five pokémon with keen interest. Walking up to the desk the small lithe representative retrieved the letter from her pocket as she moved around the desk; handing it to him, he didn't try to read it rather he opened a draw and slipped it inside as if all ready knowing what it said with in it.

“So, you're the young man that has ol'dickie all up in a tizzy?"

The director mused rubbing his closely shaven chin, Ahsoka felt a sense of unease at hearing her superior referred to in such a manner only helped instal just how much power he possibly had.

Getting up from his chair the director eased himself to his feet, his two ghost types swooping either side of him, there strange hand like appendages slipping around their humans' arms as if they were on an intermate level with him.

“Let me take a look at you, young man"

This was more of a command than a request though Jack didn't seem to mind one bit, even if his team eyed the two mismagious with suspicion. The two ghost pokémon either did not see the glares or they just did not care one iota about them, whatever it was the two phantoms seemed to be focused upon Jack quite intently.

“And these must be his charming ladies"

The director mused, every now and then one of his incorporeal floating pokémon would lean round to steal a kiss from their trainers' lips as he scooted up onto his desk to sit down before starting to speak again.

“I know exactly who you are, master thornten, and that you are a long way from your home in urano village, I make it my business to know about all potential members, especially ones with as interesting back ground as yours. I'm aware of your somewhat unorthodox team of pokémon, that you yourself saved."

Jack blinked wondering how the man could know about him, he wasn't exactly a celebrity or at least he didn't think he was. The club director chuckled softly at the young mans puzzled expression.

“What impressed me most about you, young man, is the fact that you chose to put yourself deliberately harm's; in order to save that lovely lucario of yours, to me that is more than evidence enough; to prove goodness of your character."

The portly gentleman's tone had grown quite serious at that point before returning to a more jovial tone of voice.

“Eva my dear, I am aware of the incident down in the main lobby, I think your meowstic would be, more than ideal to test this young trainers sexual prowess."

The representative blinked for a moment wondering if she had heard correctly, furrowing her brow for a moment she turned her gaze from her corpulent superior to Jack then back again.

“But, sir?"

She started only for him to wave the question aside, his eyes locked with hers causing her to look away with a deep sigh. Fishing out her pokéball a red flash of light signalled the manifestation of the small feline psychic sporting a wide grin about its cat like features.

“Please come this way."

Eva curtly informed Jack, he blinked with a confused expression about his face only to start following her with the meowstic sat contently upon his shoulder, his limbs much to his distress had begun moving under there own volition. The closer he got towards wall opposite the desk the more he felt the ligaments in one arm tighten as limb rose up, his fingers stretched out towards the jade plated wall as if to grasp something. He could not see anything though and expected to feel the cool caress of the precious stone surface; instead, he felt a solid shape against his fingertips, it was a handle of some sorts. Jack attempts to resist were as futile as a puppet trying to resist the strings that moved it, or so it had seemed to start with; as the more he tried to resist the more he felt a warm tingling sensation permeating through his head, spreading downwards through his body. With considerable effort his body stopped as if it had seized up, the meowstic on his shoulder dug her paws into the human perch, someone was trying to eject her from his mind; no not someone but something. Some form implanted mental defence, the moment he pushed hard to regain control; it had acted like a fail-safe to block her control. It was a matter of pride now, forcing more of her will to overlap the humans her folded ears began to twitch from the sustained effort. Of course, she knew all too well just how much she needed to be careful, it would be far too easy to unintentionally turn his brain into so much mush, which she really did not desire to happen. Still the meowstic was not about to back down so easily, her ego refused to permit her to do so.

A smile spreads across her feline features when his hand began pushing down on the handle, as the door opens a thrilling sense of triumph flowed through her as the mental wall crumbled before her will, this would swiftly be replaced by a sense of gut-wrenching horror. The increasing levels of telepathic force she had been applying, now had nothing left to resist against it, as such it continued onwards until meeting and tearing through several key strands of the psychic thread holding Jack's mind intact. The meowstics coiled ears began to twitch in as she struggled to grasp a hold of the broken threads, doing her utmost in holding his mind together.

With considerable difficulty she kept his psyche together while guiding him through into the darkness beyond, it was the moment the door closed behind them that a red LED light flickered into existence from a celling mounted camera, it bathed all within in a dull glow. Object could be made out but not details or other colours, the only article of furniture detectable had been a chaise longue; placed deliberately under the camera.

'Dear Arceus! It's a total mess in there!'

She thought to herself, laying him down over the longue the meowstic went straight to work, taking her time the psychic feline fused the pieces of his mind together one by one. Unlike the one who had originally sewn the pieces together she made sure to do such a lazy haphazard job, she paused at one particular area of his mind where she could see the scarring from a couple botched attempt to allow him to understand pokémon. From what she could tell, the lazy psyker seemed to have managed to get it right after failing numerous times, these attempts she highly suspected to be the primary reason for the psychic pokémon sewing his mind back together. She further concluded it may have even been done in a panic, as it made more sense to her; considering the formidable mental wall that had been put in place. It had almost performed its function in ejecting her for intrude too far into the humans mind.

The idea of her unknown adversary being lazy began to seem even more implausible, she was only now picking up on further traces of psychic tampering, however these despite her best attempts to locate them failed. Oh, she could have opened her ears fully to bring her full psychic might to bare. But in doing so would probably have caused head to explode at a cellular level in quiet the spectacularly violent fashion. It was for this reason alone she chose to swallow her pride and stop besides she wanted to admire her handy work; she felt satisfied at a job well done.

“Meowstic…Meow…Stic?"

[Can you understand me?]

She asked to verify he could comprehend her words; Jack gave a slow nod as he gulped deeply, his cheeks blushed brightly as he felt his mind had become clearer, lighter even as if some heavy pressure had been released, he hadn't been able focus this clearly in quite some time, it felt absolutely amazing.