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Emp
8th February 2009, 4:14 PM
Lyanazia
The Tribal Zone


Forged before time itself, this golden tropic is bustling with lush green flora and sparkling wildlife. A myth stemming back hundreds of Millennia tells of how a radiant deity blessed what was once a sterile landmass into a tropical paradise. Thick saplings began to sprout up its uneven landscape, vivid blooms blossoming up its vast savannas. Budding with a tropical climate, the awe-inspiring sunbursts and swift spells of downpour brought about a haven for the bountiful wildlife. Rich springs of mountain water created stunning waterfalls and eye-catching rainbows, it wasn’t long before humans colonised on the tropical isle. Maturing into the largest empire in pre-Columbian history, they created hundreds of golden shrines and temples in vein of their beautiful goddess, Iris. Centuries lasted under the Michu Empire’s sway, however civil war hastily brought about a fierce end to the advanced empire. Time passed, their ruins thriving with mystery as the tattered walls of gold became overrun with thickets and lianas. The sunny vista has now become a hotspot for tourists with a keen eye for adventure, although the death-defying hazards have swayed many trainers from the dazzling ruins and feral jungles.




Michu PachuScattered across the lush hilltops to the shrubby undergrowth, the ancient architects and colossal monuments of the Michu Empire stand tall across the several jungles. The amazing flora puff exotic fumes, whilst the vast saplings bathe in the glorious sun. It’s normally a very peaceful place where grass, bug and flying Pokémon flourish but the magical temples of the old empire have brought upon strange occurrences to the natives passing through. Should you find yourself in the thriving jungles of Michu Pachu, who knows what you may encounter?

The Safari Zone: A sun blazed vista rolling over acres of the empire’s land, the Safari Zone is renowned for its stunning savannahs filled with rumbling wildlife. For a small fee, the Lyanazian tourist bureau allows travellers to explore the vast region in hopes of capturing rare and exotic Pokémon. Trainers need their wits about them, as the walkabout outlaws any unruly conduct. Enter through a state of the art Pokémon Center just a beeline from the pier and let your wild side to take charge!

Rules for entering the Safari Zone:
- The game costs a Rare Candy to play at which point you’ll be given 5 Safari Balls and a Pokénav
- You must only take one Pokémon into the park, this Pokémon will assist you in capturing wild Pokémon
- Once you use your 5 Safari Balls, your adventure ends and you are transported via your Pokénav back to The Pokémon Centre
- Should your partner Pokémon black-out, your adventure ends and you are transported via your Pokénav back to The Pokémon Centre
- Your partner Pokémon can only be used for self-defence, attacking wild Pokémon will result in you losing 2 of your Safari Balls
- Using your partner Pokémon to create traps, gather food or gather recourses will not be recognised as an offence.

Sunburst Shrine: Half way up the sunny Mountainsides of Michu Pachu is a golden monument built by worshipers of the mythical phoenix, Ho-oh. At the sacred shrine’s centrepiece stands a dazzling Ho-oh statue surrounded by red-flamed torches. Myths of a millennia mention the wonders of entering the place of worship with a Rainbow Wing. You must venture on a separate quest for the primeval trinket, although it will often appear to those pure of heart.

Garden of Iris: Floating high above the rest of Lyanazia, the ruin is said to be homed by the mighty goddess of nature and her many adorable Shaymin. The ground is made up entirely of clouds which magically both supports any amount of weight and can grow many beautiful flowers and trees. It is hidden from view so it is mostly untouched by man and the only way to reach it is to climb up a rainbow that stretches from the ground to the clouds.




The Intado TribeThe Intado, one of the few tribes still living in the jungle, are not ones to be messed with but if you enter happily they will treat you with respect. Having passed down the stories of the old Empire, their approach to life is to only use what’s needed. With their primitive Pokeballs and fast knowledge of the forest you'll always be granted with amazing battles if you enter their local tribal tournament. Whilst they’re quite a diplomatic colony, they won’t hesitate to throw their outlaws in The Tribal Stadium to face a fury of brutal creatures.

Areas:
Intado Outpost: Confined by a wooden enclosure, the village is littered with straw huts, tribal totems and a single temple. To gain their respect and access to the other Intado areas, you’ll have to present the Intado’s with a small offering. Be sure it’s practical!

The Tribal Coliseum: Completely shrouded in shrubbery lies a relatively small arena built a millennium ago. This tattered ruin has seen a myriad of battles in its time, and it is still utilized for tribal play-offs. Should the locals find you a threat, the arena is equipped with caged monsters all eager for a fast meal. Either event is a rare one in Intado, so expect every seat to be filled.

Primeval Temple: Homed by the only remaining Shamans of the Itado Tribe, the temple contains many mystical and magical artifacts. The shamans are great healers and have the ability to make your Pokémon stronger if you’re to go hunting with the tribe. The many mysteries of the tribe all seem to point to this odd shrine.




Eyrie PeakNamed after the odd shape of the mountain which from a distance resembles an eagle's head, the eyrie mountain-range was feared by many ancients who once dwelled in the forest. Humans are quick to avoid the mountain due to the gale-force winds and harsh terrain. As a consequence of this, Eyrie Peak has become a haven for bird Pokémon who have made it their nesting ground. Be warned that the Pokémon who are nesting are likely to be fierce and will protect their babies at all costs.

Areas:
Vertigo Plateau: Bustling with bird’s nests, this lush and jagged mesa outskirts the entirety of Eyrie Peak. The wind here is by no means heavy, but undersized Pokémon are at risk to being blown off the cliff edges by its constant wind current. Several caverns cluster the trail, all inhabited by flying types.

Xiaolin monastery: Hidden in the deepest reaches of the gusty Mount lays an ancient hamlet inhabited by shrewd elders. Should you find yourself fatigued from the perilous terrain, the chances are a group of local monks will bring you to their temple. They’ll offer food, water and shelter, but the chances are they’ll want something in return. Despite warding away from skirmishes, their martial arts style is unmatched, their elderly sensei occasionally teaching his light-footed stances to your Pokémon.

Mantis Cave: About half way up Mt.Eyrie is an enormous cavern alleged to have been completely hollowed by the Insects residing in it. It is heavily rumoured that the size and hostility of the creepy crawlies only increases as you delve deeper into the hollows. Should you manage to reach the ending of Mantis Cave, precious ores and fossils are said to await.

Hurricane Summit: Overlooking the entirety of Lyanazia, the peak of Mt.Eyrie is known to have perilous wind currents stronger than a full blown tornado. Due to these hazardous conditions, it is unwise to travel to such an altitude without a powerful and weighty Pokémon. Trainers travel to the summit in hopes of fighting the rare and powerful flying types, not one has returned to share such tales...




The Lost JunglesSeldom entered by the old Empire, the lost jungles stand out as the most dangerous segment of the Island. Cursed by the malevolent Witchdoctors of the past, it was said they turned a once thriving tropic into a barren swamp. Deadly bugs and poisonous predators are known to inhabit this marshy area and poison seeps through the trees harming anyone or anything that touches them. Cast under the great shadow of Mt.Eyrie, only the brave dare enter this jagged terrain and not so many return.

Areas:
Tainted Forest: Miles of arid and eerie foliage grows upon the venomous base of the Lost Jungles. The venomous flora is known to expel noxious gases that are fatal to those who inhale them. Many have grown curious to the strange cries of the Tainted Woodland, but those who’ve met their source have seldom returned.

Wraith Marsh: Inhabited by countless bugs, the filth spewing from this marshy area is almost as disgusting as the rancid stench festering it. Covered by a thick blanket of fog, the marsh is almost impossible to navigate through. However, should you find yourself to the witchdoctor’s old temple, the mysterious rewards are certain to make your venture less regrettable.

Moonlight Shrine: Deep down in the murky underpasses of the Lost Jungles is a silver monument built by worshipers of the mythical dragon, Lugia. At the unholy shrine’s centrepiece stands a tattered Lugia statue surrounded by blue-flamed torches. Legends trailing back thousands of years mention the ominous occurrences of entering the place of sacrifice with a Silver Wing. You must venture on a separate quest for the primeval trinket, although it will often appear to those pure of soul.

Typhus Flow: A long winding river bordered by tropical flora which gently snakes its way throughout the Lost Jungles. Several tribal canoes dot up and down its outskirts, allowing trainers a quick means of transport around the untamed vista. One should always be on the lookout for vicious predators basking in the waterway’s shadowy depths...




The Yakama TribeHidden in the darkest corner of Lyanazia, the morale of this tribe couldn’t be any different to that of the Intado’s. Going anywhere near their highly fortified village will be perceived as an act of war. Breaching the village isn’t tolerated but treasures beyond imagination are known to be lying around. Speared corpses found on the outskirts are sure to make you wonder if the riches are worth risking.

Areas:
Tribal Frontier: Residing in such a dangerous part of the Island, the Yakama’s village is heavily fortified by hard wood barriers and a toxic moat. Although they usually kill on sight, should you present them with an incredibly bountiful peace offering, they will welcome you for the time being. Either gaining their trust or sneaking in is the only way you can visit their other tribal areas.

Yakama’s Keep: In the likely event the hostile tribe lose trust in you, you’ll be quickly thrown into a hut-like dungeon to be burnt alive the following day. If you distaste the idea of being eaten by the Yakama’s, be sure to bring a powerful Pokemon to assist in a breakout. Don’t be under the impression you’re the only prisoner either, anyone from other tribe members to unwary travelers have fallen victim to the dungeons.

The Burial Ground: A mile wide graveyard stricken with sludgy soil and poisonous shrubbery. Fallen warriors and their Pokémon are laid to rest here. However, the odd toxins found in this soil often are alleged to bring the corpses back from the dead.

Emp
9th February 2009, 8:19 PM
This zone will initially be capped at FOUR members. If another ZA is hired, then more people will be able to enter.


Current Updatees

* Hayward
* Arc Angel
* Pikagod
* Mewsic Box

Please reply in Limegreen, and use size 1 font. Just like all the other zones, thoughtful replies are expected, and please use at least 5 lines.

Pearl's Perap
9th February 2009, 10:17 PM
Here I am, ready for another great adventure with you, Empy! Thanks once again for my adventure in the Cloud Garden, it really was truly superb :}

Soaring through the air at great speeds wasn’t one of Zak’s favourite past times. Despite the times he had ridden Tim through the skies, he was still completely terrified of heights. Luckily, he knew he was safe, the pilot of the helicopter a seasoned ranger from the Cloud Garden region. Recently, he had managed to help a pokémon observer see more than his fair share of pokémon and ended up lumbered with the task of saving a highly injured pokémon. Much to his delight, the pokémon had made a wonderful recovery and was nearby him on the helicopter, marvelling at the speed they were going at. The Gligar seemed to be completely content with the heights, unlike his saviour, who thought he was no doubt turning green.

“Hey, Riley, how long is this journey anyway? I forgot to ask…” Zak spoke out, his voice sounding exceedingly small as he swallowed his nervousness. He wished he could be as carefree as his two companions, but heights had never been his strong point ever since he was a youngster, “You alright, Gligar? You seem to be coping pretty darn well, bet you wish you could glide alongside, eh?” He murmured, mustering a smile for the little pokémon. Forgetting his fear of heights, he smiled to himself, he had done a noble thing back at Delibird Ridge and was sure that it wouldn’t be the last time he teamed up with the flyscorpion pokémon who was relaxing nearby.

Lemon-Lime
9th February 2009, 11:16 PM
Lyanazia
The Tribal Zone
Eyrie Peak
Named after the odd shape of the mountain which from a distance resembles an eagle's head, Mt.Eyrie was feared by many ancient tribes who once dwelled in the forest. Humans are quick to avoid the mountain due to the gale-force winds and harsh terrain. As a consequence of this, Eyrie Peak has become a haven for bird Pokémon who have made it their nesting ground. Be warned that the Pokémon who are nesting are likely to be fierce and will protect their babies at all costs.

Areas:
Breezy Path: Bustling with bird’s nests, this long and jagged path seems to spiral around Eyrie Peak. The wind here is by no means heavy, but undersized Pokémon are at risk to being blown off the cliff edges by its constant wind current. Several caverns cluster the trail, all inhabited by flying types.

Mantis Cave: About half way up Mt.Eyrie is an enormous cavern alleged to have been completely hollowed by the Insects residing in it. It is heavily rumored that the size and hostility of the creepy crawlies only increases as you delve deeper into the hollows. Should you manage to reach the ending of Mantis Cave, precious ores and fossils are said to await.



Starting at: Breezy Path *if I have to

Intending to go to: Mantis Cave
I assume you can't go to anywhere without starting on the Breezy Path, so...
If I can, however, go straight to Mantis Cave, I'll be doing that.

Mike stood at the foot of the impressive Eyrie Peak mountain, resident giant cone-shaped rock of the Lyanazia zone. Scorpio, his perpetually hungry Gligar, perched on top of his shoulders, scouting out the area. Of course, Scorpio added considerable weight, but Mike wasn't concerned about that. Not until they actually got to walking the path, of course, where Scorpio would have to glide on the wind currents, lest he cause Mike to faint from exhaustion. Beside him stood his Sableye, Klaus, frowning at the obvious lack of darkness and Scorpio taking his favorite spot to sit upon. Klaus was out mostly for communication purposes (via use of the arcane black gem hanging from his neck) and for backup if anything went wrong. Upon hearing that Lyanazia had been opened to Pokemon Trainers looking for adventure, Mike had very reluctantly torn himself away from playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl at his house ("MUST...DEVELOP...MR. GAME AND WATCH...STRATEGY! AUUUUUUUUGGGH!") at the insistence of his team members. "{Do we really have to go up on that death trap of a path?}" Klaus chimed in through telepathy. Mike smartly replied "Would you prefer to be thrown?" This silenced Klaus for a while while they were walking towards the Peak. Scorpio, however, was not the same, constantly chatting up Mike and Klaus. Finally, they reached the beginning of the path. "Here's an orange, Scorpio." Mike said, tossing back the fruit to Scorpio from his backpack to keep him occupied. "Now let's head off!"

Radical Edward
10th February 2009, 5:44 PM
Eyrie Peak
Named after the odd shape of the mountain which from a distance resembles an eagle's head, Mt.Eyrie was feared by many ancient tribes who once dwelled in the forest. Humans are quick to avoid the mountain due to the gale-force winds and harsh terrain. As a consequence of this, Eyrie Peak has become a haven for bird Pokémon who have made it their nesting ground. Be warned that the Pokémon who are nesting are likely to be fierce and will protect their babies at all costs.

Areas:

Mantis Cave: About half way up Mt.Eyrie is an enormous cavern alleged to have been completely hollowed by the Insects residing in it. It is heavily rumored that the size and hostility of the creepy crawlies only increases as you delve deeper into the hollows. Should you manage to reach the ending of Mantis Cave, precious ores and fossils are said to await.



Looking up from the map and descriptions of various places of the island, Ben stares up at the eagle shaped mountain that dominated the sky.

"why do I always want to go to the place on the side of a ****ing MOUNTAIN? I do not like climbing, or hieghts, or cold, but always, without fail, I have to climb a mountain. oi. either up, or down, or skirt along the side. its always mountains. damnit"

From his current position wrapped around bens head, Maduin the gliscor chuckles at his trainers predicament. Launching off of his shoulders, the purple scorpion catches a draft and floats down the path, calling back to his trainer to hurry.

"well, might as well get it over with, I guess," murmurs Ben,"this cave better be as damn cool as they make it sound in the brochoure."

With this, he sighs, and jogs up the path, trying to keep maduin in view.
"I guess if I get to tired I can have Lei fly us up, but she's gotta be tired of all this 'fly me here, fly me there', nonsense. eh. we shall see."

Emp
12th February 2009, 8:54 PM
It's time! I'd like to welcome my first wave of updatees...
Just ensure your familiar with the rules, and switch to the Dark Skin so not to hurt your eyes now ^-^

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sat in the passenger seat of the Ranger’s chopper, you can’t help wondering how long it’d take to reach your destination. Although the flight was quite relaxing in comparison to your everyday antics, you’d spent hours in a relatively cramped position and your fear of heights was making you evermore uneasy. Despite your vertigo, you’d managed to learn many facts about the young ranger: His name was Riley Storm, he was 26 years young, he’d spent 10 years as a Pokémon ranger, and hated poachers. These bits of trivia were enough set your mind away from the fact you where travelling with a complete stranger. “Here we are, Zak. Lyanazia”, he mumbled rather inaudibly. Your ears prickling after a long period of silence, you glance through the window and notice a tropical paradise. Now hovering over the Emerald Isle, countless acres of lush trees enter your view, all leading to a great, eagle-shaped mountain. However, as the Helicopter begins to circle Lyanazia, you start to spot the foliage changing to a vile purple as you pass over a section of quagmire. Whilst the bouncy Gligar seems enticed by the Marshy lands, the place looks quite dangerous… All of a sudden! The Helicopter starts rolling in turbulence as countless spears rip through the base of the chopper. Shuddering at the unpleasant clamor of the tail ripping off into forest, there shouldn't be long before you fall out with it…

Mantis Cave

Lemon-Lime: With a perfect opportunity to spend time away from the idiot-box, you decide there’d be no better place to visit than Lyanazia. Arriving on the tropic land mass, you soon discover that you’d chosen the perfect day to visit the humid paradise, the sun shining vibrantly and breaking onto the forest floor. With the stories of Eyrie Peak piquing your interest, you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and twisty lianas and set your tracks for the eagle shaped mount. With Scorpio being the ideal species for the gusty trail, he perches on your cranium, providing some air-resistance to an otherwise turbulent cliff-edge. Klaus on the other hand, finds the area unbearable, seeking shade at every jutted rock. Hours pass and the dire glare of the sun quickly becomes unbearable. The base of the Island looks ever smaller as you continuously loop Mt.Eyrie, finally approaching a series of hollows surrounded with cobwebs. Whilst you take a moment to inspect the cavities, you notice Saybleye scamper straight into the shadowy ecstasy. Prudently trailing along, you break through the cobwebs to detect several tunnels echoing with screeching insects. Delving deeper into one of the burrows, you hear a conversation between two people. Upping your pace to unearth the source of banter, you are lead to a dusty dome illuminated by neon mushrooms…

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Radical Edward: Entering the green and humid Island of Lyanazia, you settle on entering the series of intricate hollows found in Mantis Cave. Growing tired of continuously using Leilanii as a mean of transport, you call upon Maduin for assistance. In what is quite a wise choice, Maduin takes advantage of his large wings and rides the blustery torrents of Mt.Eyrie like a paraglide. With great momentum, the two of you surf up eagle-shaped mount until reaching a gloomy crater nestled with cobwebs. Thrusting forward, the eager Gliscor rips through the webs with his mighty pincers and enters the dismal grotto. Upon entering, your ears prickle to the noise of scuttling bugs, strange mushrooms also seem to nurture from the damp walls, emitting a green luminance. Dropping down from Maduin, you tread through the vine-covered floor as various Spinerak and Venonat scuttle away in your presence. Suddenly, you catch the glimpse of a young and slender male who’s seamlessly playing with a nearby Wurmple. Making clamor as you trudge through the thick foliage, the green-haired guy turns his attention to you and Maduin, sporting a slight grin. “Jeepers! This place is creeping with crawlies… I’ve never seen a place like this in Sinnoh”, the green haired fellow wipes the dust from his slacks before shaking you warmly by the hand, “My name’s Aaron, you may have heard of me. I’m a member of the Elite 4. And you are?” Awaiting your response, the bug trainer makes a path for the undersized Wurmple to scuttles up his arm and onto his shoulder. Aaron suddenly leaps to his feet as he detects a third presence in the lush grotto…

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Lemon-Lime and Radical Edward: Rushing forward in a twitchy sensation, Mike’s Klaus jovially scurries over to Aaron with a beaming smile. Raising a rather inquisitive eyebrow, the bug trainer picks up the small imp by its leg, “Who might you be?” Mike abruptly enters the dome shaped hollow in pursuit of his Saybleye, only to trip over a mound of cobwebs ensnarling the entrance. With Ben and Aaron sharing a s******, the approach the boy and lift him to his feet, Klaus freeing himself from the elite trainer’s hand and mindlessly darting around the grotto. The elite trainer shows a slightly embarrassed expression, “Look guys… This isn’t your usual runaround cave, Mantis Cave is a test for even the most experienced trainers. I feel it’s my duty as a member of the Elite 4 to protect juvenile trainers like yourselves, I won’t be letting just anyone pass onto the deeper hollows…” Taking note of your disheartened faces, Aaron scratches is head as he attempts to think up a compromise, “I’ll tell you what, if you two can beat me in a two verses one battle, I assure you there’ll be no other way past me”. Winking at you rather coyly, the slim trainer clutches a Pokeball in each hand.

Pearl's Perap
12th February 2009, 11:11 PM
It's time! I'd like to welcome my first wave of updatees...
Just ensure your familiar with the rules, and switch to the Dark Skin so not to hurt your eyes now ^-^

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sat in the passenger seat of the Ranger’s chopper, you can’t help wondering how long it’d take to reach your destination. Although the flight was quite relaxing in comparison to your everyday antics, you’d spent hours in a relatively cramped position and your fear of heights was making you evermore uneasy. Despite your vertigo, you’d managed to learn many facts about the young ranger: His name was Riley Storm, he was 26 years young, he’d spent 10 years as a Pokémon ranger, and hated poachers. These bits of trivia were enough set your mind away from the fact you where travelling with a complete stranger. “Here we are, Zak. Lyanazia”, he mumbled rather inaudibly. Your ears prickling after a long period of silence, you glance through the window and notice a tropical paradise. Now hovering over the Emerald Isle, countless acres of lush trees enter your view, all leading to a great, eagle-shaped mountain. However, as the Helicopter begins to circle Lyanazia, you start to spot the foliage changing to a vile purple as you pass over a section of quagmire. Whilst the bouncy Gligar seems enticed by the Marshy lands, the place looks quite dangerous… All of a sudden! The Helicopter starts rolling in turbulence as countless spears rip through the base of the chopper. Shuddering at the unpleasant clamor of the tail ripping off into forest, there shouldn't be long before you fall out with it…

[Woo, Wraith Marsh, noice :3]

As the journey from the Cloud Garden to Lyanazia was coming to an end at last, Zak was just getting comfortable with the environment and dealing with his fear of heights to a certain extent. Smiling at Gligar, he looked over to his newly found accomplice, Riley. As he did so, the pokémon ranger announced they were arriving at Lyanazia and, as he looked out of the window sheepishly, Zak was knocked back with awe. The island was a wonderful green colour due to the extensive foliage and he couldn't wait to land now. Suddenly, as the helicopter was nearing what looked to be an area of swamp land, spears began to fly in the direction of their craft. They had to work quickly otherwise they would end up dead.

"Riley, what are we supposed to do?! I don't want to die!" Zak panicked slightly, grabbing a hold of the Gligar as if it still needed his protection. Looking down at the flyscorpion, Zak knew it would be bad to see the little pokémon getting injured again, so he quickly bundled him into his jacket once more, only its head popping out. He had a few pokémon capable of assisting in the escape from the air craft, but it was just a matter of them being capable of saving three creatures in one go.

"I guess I'm gonna have to risk this..." Zak murmured to the Gligar before removing a familiar pokéball from his belt and tapping it, as he did, a flash of light revealed Silas the Luxray once more. "Riley, come on, get on, we're gonna have to jump...unless you have a better plan?" His nerves were getting the better of him but at least it wasn't the heights that were worrying him now, it was the fact he could quite easily die within a very short amount of time.

Emp
13th February 2009, 8:39 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: As the airliner continues to tumble and turn riotously, you zip Gligar in your jacket in preparation for the inevitable crash. Utterly terrified by the spikes ripping through all ends of the copter, you look to Riley in hopes he had a good plan. The ranger remained hushed however, was completely fixated on flying out of range. However, with the tail of the helicopter completely detached, the craft started jutting out of momentum; it was only a matter of time before it crashed into the nearby trees. As the airliner barreled out of momentum, you decide you weren’t going to leave your fate to chance. Calling upon one of your most dependable allies, the intrepid Luxray leaps out of its shimmering container and begins ricocheting off all sides of the helicopter in an attempt to stay balanced. Like all cats, Silas was having much trouble staying upright as the copter wobbled in turbulence. “SSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!” Ears prickling at the earsplitting curse, you turn in shock to notice Storm’s leg completely impaled by a spear. Although you attempt to lean forward and aid the ranger, you find the Helicopter hurriedly plummeting. Unable to thing, you grapple onto Silas as he leaps out of the helicopter. tumbling hundreds of feet, Silas quickly grapples onto one of the marshy trees with his sharpened claws, causing some minor whiplash for you and the Gligar. Standing a few feet above a smelly bog, you where still completely oblivious to Riley’s status and to who or what where throwing the spears. Either way, Silas and the Gligar where waiting on your procrastination…

Pearl's Perap
13th February 2009, 8:49 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: As the airliner continues to tumble and turn riotously, you zip Gligar in your jacket in preparation for the inevitable crash. Utterly terrified by the spikes ripping through all ends of the copter, you look to Riley in hopes he had a good plan. The ranger remained hushed however, was completely fixated on flying out of range. However, with the tail of the helicopter completely detached, the craft started jutting out of momentum; it was only a matter of time before it crashed into the nearby trees. As the airliner barreled out of momentum, you decide you weren’t going to leave your fate to chance. Calling upon one of your most dependable allies, the intrepid Luxray leaps out of its shimmering container and begins ricocheting off all sides of the helicopter in an attempt to stay balanced. Like all cats, Silas was having much trouble staying upright as the copter wobbled in turbulence. “SSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!” Ears prickling at the earsplitting curse, you turn in shock to notice Storm’s leg completely impaled by a spear. Although you attempt to lean forward and aid the ranger, you find the Helicopter hurriedly plummeting. Unable to thing, you grapple onto Silas as he leaps out of the helicopter. tumbling hundreds of feet, Silas quickly grapples onto one of the marshy trees with his sharpened claws, causing some minor whiplash for you and the Gligar. Standing a few feet above a smelly bog, you where still completely oblivious to Riley’s status and to who or what where throwing the spears. Either way, Silas and the Gligar where waiting on your procrastination…


Regaining himself, Zak looked around, still slightly dazed and confused, "****, Silas, did you see where Riley went to?" He asked before cowering, he had remembered the fact that there was spears being thrown at the aircraft, he didn't want to be skewered now that they were safe on the land. Ducking down, he looked all around for the helicopter or the wreck he expected it would now be but he couldn't see a single thing.

"Gligar, we're coming into really unsafe territory now, want to go inside a pokéball? That's if you WANT to join my team..." Zak unzipped his jacket and smiled down at the flyscorpion before rummaging in his backpack and producing a pokéball (7/10) (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=9143192&postcount=5404), offering it to the little pokémon before looking around once more, the immediate area seemed safe, but he needed to find Riley.

"Silas, if you don't know where he is, do you think you have the ability to smell out the helicopter? He can't be far from the wreck, unless the worse has happened..." He had only just realized that Riley might not still be with them and with that he swallowed deeply, his nerves had decided to come back now that he was overthinking the situation at hand but he needed to stay strong for the sake of his pokémon

Emp
13th February 2009, 9:18 PM
Wraith Marsh:

Pearl's Perap: Deciding the area was seemed to harsh for the befriended Gligar, you’re quick to offer it a place in your motley crew. Holding out the red and white sphere, the small bat-scorpion gawks at your offering with tears trickling down her face. “GLI! GLI!” she exclaims, bonking the capture button with her nose. She’s suddenly swallowed by a scarlet radiance, entering the Pokeball and finally becoming part of your team. Level 8 Female Gligar Captured Although moments like this should be cherished, you had to unearth the ranger before it was too late. Nevertheless, being completely clueless to his whereabouts, you are left with no other option but to rely on Silas’ inept sense of smell. Using his jungle cat instincts, the valiant Luxray hoists you onto his back and begins leaping from tree to tree. There was no ground to walk upon, only a sludgy bog which was emanating unearthly noises making it quite unappealing… As Silas effortlessly bounds through the upper canopy, you notice a large opening in the marsh. Halted by a gap which is far too wide to jump, you gaze upon the aperture only to detect a screaming blue Nidoran helplessly sinking in the bog whilst a tall and slender Arbok watches over it, its fork-tongue slithering in and out of its mouth keenly. What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
13th February 2009, 9:31 PM
Wraith Marsh:

Pearl's Perap: Deciding the area was seemed to harsh for the befriended Gligar, you’re quick to offer it a place in your motley crew. Holding out the red and white sphere, the small bat-scorpion gawks at your offering with tears trickling down her face. “GLI! GLI!” she exclaims, bonking the capture button with her nose. She’s suddenly swallowed by a scarlet radiance, entering the Pokeball and finally becoming part of your team. Level 8 Female Gligar Captured Although moments like this should be cherished, you had to unearth the ranger before it was too late. Nevertheless, being completely clueless to his whereabouts, you are left with no other option but to rely on Silas’ inept sense of smell. Using his jungle cat instincts, the valiant Luxray hoists you onto his back and begins leaping from tree to tree. There was no ground to walk upon, only a sludgy bog which was emanating unearthly noises making it quite unappealing… As Silas effortlessly bounds through the upper canopy, you notice a large opening in the marsh. Halted by a gap which is far too wide to jump, you gaze upon the aperture only to detect a screaming blue Nidoran helplessly sinking in the bog whilst a tall and slender Arbok watches over it, its fork-tongue slithering in and out of its mouth keenly. What will you do?


With his first successful capture in a long time, Zak clipped the newly caught Gligar alongside the rest of his companions on his belt, "Dana, that'll be your name.." he whispered downwards at the now-secured pokéball before turning his attentions to Silas. Watching the pokémon sniff the air, Zak admired him, he had an amazing sense of smell and he wasn't doubted in the slightest as he grabbed Zak with a front paw and placed him on his back before beginning to leap from tree to tree, hunting out the wreckage.

Suddenly, the Luxray stopped, the gap between the trees was far too big for him to leap and as he halted where he was, Zak heard a blood-curdling scream. It was coming from a Nidoran female who was become submerged in the boggy land whilst an Arbok loomed above it, as if waiting for its prey to die so it could grab an easy snack. Not having a clue what to do at all, he began to panic, it was apparent that Dana could glide, so saving the Nidoran like that was a possibility, but getting rid of the Arbok was of top priority.

"Silas, quickly, we need to get that Arbok away from the poor Nidoran.." Zak cried out, pointing towards the large and hungry snake as it eyed up the little poison type, "Try a Roar attack to scare off the snake, failing that, a Thunder Bolt should be warning enough to leave the poor pokémon be..."

Emp
14th February 2009, 12:47 AM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Formulating a hasty plan, you decide an onslaught of long-range attacks would certainly stop the predator in its tracks. Still latching to the brittle foliage, Silas places you into the midpoint of the tree whilst he tiptoes across a broad branch pointing toward the Arbok who still hasn’t noticed either one of you. This was all about to change as Silas let loose a mighty roar that only a lion could muster. Staggering backwards, the cobra lunges into the murky mire, seamlessly retreating. After a brief moment, you spot bubbles emerging from the marsh, drawing ever closer to you and Silus. Suddenly! The Arbok sprawls our of the pool of muck, sending an intimidating glare toward Luxray with its with the use of its impressive tribal markings. Completely nerve-racked by the bombshell assault, Silus loses his poise and begins to stagger as his muscles tighten. The serpent then prolongs its attack by leaping toward the branch in an attempt to execute Silas with its venomous fangs. Seconds before the kill, the Gleamy eye’d Pokémon unleashes a timely bolt of thunder which sends the slender snake ricocheting back into the bog. Gazing down the swamp, you detect bubbles still surfacing, no doubt Arbok would persist on its stalk. Averting your gaze to the Nidoran, she seems to be holding off ok, but she is completely fastened to the sticky bayou. While you’d successfully managed to ward the venomous serpent away from the small mouse, it seems Arbok has its sight on a much more flavourable catch…

Pearl's Perap
14th February 2009, 1:08 AM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Formulating a hasty plan, you decide an onslaught of long-range attacks would certainly stop the predator in its tracks. Still latching to the brittle foliage, Silas places you into the midpoint of the tree whilst he tiptoes across a broad branch pointing toward the Arbok who still hasn’t noticed either one of you. This was all about to change as Silas let loose a mighty roar that only a lion could muster. Staggering backwards, the cobra lunges into the murky mire, seamlessly retreating. After a brief moment, you spot bubbles emerging from the marsh, drawing ever closer to you and Silus. Suddenly! The Arbok sprawls our of the pool of muck, sending an intimidating glare toward Luxray with its with the use of its impressive tribal markings. Completely nerve-racked by the bombshell assault, Silus loses his poise and begins to stagger as his muscles tighten. The serpent then prolongs its attack by leaping toward the branch in an attempt to execute Silas with its venomous fangs. Seconds before the kill, the Gleamy eye’d Pokémon unleashes a timely bolt of thunder which sends the slender snake ricocheting back into the bog. Gazing down the swamp, you detect bubbles still surfacing, no doubt Arbok would persist on its stalk. Averting your gaze to the Nidoran, she seems to be holding off ok, but she is completely fastened to the sticky bayou. While you’d successfully managed to ward the venomous serpent away from the small mouse, it seems Arbok has its sight on a much more flavourable catch…


As the Luxray removed its rider, placing Zak in a safer location in the center of the tree, it began what was a very brief battle with the Arbok, managing to seemingly scare the pokémon away into a different area of the swampy surroundings, giving Zak the chance to attempt to rescue the tiny pokémon from its peril.

"Great job, Si, time to come back!" Zak grinned at the lion pokémon, rubbing a hand through his thick fur before unclipping his respective capsule, returning him and re-attaching his pokéball to his belt before removing another one, pressing the release button and grinning to himself as his newly captured Gligar, Dana, appeared in the tree beside him, "Alright, Dana, I've already seen you're pretty damn capable of gliding and I'm confident in your abilities, how about you glide down from this tree and save that Nidoran from an inevitable and pretty damn horrible death?" As he spoke, he gave the pokémon a thumbs up. As she prepared herself, Zak began to awkwardly climb down the tree, sliding to the bottom and landing in the marsh below.

"Ew, this is gross..." he murmured to himself, immediately looking all around himself for any signs of pokémon waiting to attack him before looking up at Dana, "You can do it, girl!"

Emp
14th February 2009, 1:31 AM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: With Arbok temporarily dazed, you recall Silas and replace him with your newest companion, Dana. The little Gligar is eager for her first assignment, open ears as you shimmy down the tree. Regrettably plunging into the marsh, you instruct Dana to rescue the Nido from a slow fatality. “Gli Gli!” she replies enthusiastically before fluttering forward. Although swamps were by no means Dana’s natural habitat, she seemed content with the environment due to the poison-like attributes. Reaching the distressed Nidoran, she briefly scratches her scalp, wondering how exactly she could save the mouse. A light bulb flickers in Dana’s skull as she resourcefully uses her tail as a rope to heave the pitiable from the sticky situation. Whilst you attempt to trudge through the knee-deep bog in hopes of helping Dana, you suddenly feel something creeping bellow. Astonished as the ‘thing’ brushes across your ankle, you couldn’t be more lament about your choice to leave the sheltering tree. Dana continues her endeavor to rescue the mouse, having already lugged her half way out of the mess. This was the least of your concern as the several unseen creatures in the bog seemed to be swarming around some fresh meat…

Pearl's Perap
14th February 2009, 1:47 AM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: With Arbok temporarily dazed, you recall Silas and replace him with your newest companion, Dana. The little Gligar is eager for her first assignment, open ears as you shimmy down the tree. Regrettably plunging into the marsh, you instruct Dana to rescue the Nido from a slow fatality. “Gli Gli!” she replies enthusiastically before fluttering forward. Although swamps were by no means Dana’s natural habitat, she seemed content with the environment due to the poison-like attributes. Reaching the distressed Nidoran, she briefly scratches her scalp, wondering how exactly she could save the mouse. A light bulb flickers in Dana’s skull as she resourcefully uses her tail as a rope to heave the pitiable from the sticky situation. Whilst you attempt to trudge through the knee-deep bog in hopes of helping Dana, you suddenly feel something creeping bellow. Astonished as the ‘thing’ brushes across your ankle, you couldn’t be more lament about your choice to leave the sheltering tree. Dana continues her endeavor to rescue the mouse, having already lugged her half way out of the mess. This was the least of your concern as the several unseen creatures in the bog seemed to be swarming around some fresh meat…


Being submerged up to his thighs in the swamp was not Zak's best choice as his nerves began to get the better of him, intensified by the fact that there seemed to be things passing him in the stagnant water quite a bit. He knew that Dana was only a young pokémon and wouldn't be able to hold her own if they had to face anything dangerous in the rank area they were in.

"Dana, keep at it!" Zak managed to muster as his eyes darted around his thighs, convinced whatever was in the water was touching him more and more with each passing second. He could be imagining things but he was completely convinced he wasn't, his imagination wasn't that bad, even at its worst times. Thinking, he quickly decided on a pokémon to battle off any of these foes, it was just the fact he wasn't in the best location to start bringing out any more team members. The best idea he had had in a while suddenly hit him, though it was obvious, he was going to have to try and make his way back up the tree.

Turning as slowly as he could in the water, Zak began to ascend the tree, wrapping his legs around it as tightly as he could and shimmying his weight upwards, hoping nothing would see this as a chance to attack. Whilst gaining himself, he unclipped a minimized pokéball and popped it into his mouth, ready to release the pokémon within if anything untoward did happen to him or the Gligar...

Arc_Angel
16th February 2009, 10:15 AM
Memory Lane - Please reply in Plum

Arc Angel:You can only gawk in horror as the possessed ghost’s fist clenches, the black stream of smoke constricting the hag in unison. You notice the feeble mystic struggling to breathe, her faint gasps echoing throughout the hollow whilst her completion switched to a sickly purple. The grimace on Dusknoir’s face is like one you’ve never seen before, it’s clear he’d have no second thoughts about finishing the gypsy lady. The book was still rested on the floor, should the elderly mystic executed you’d have no choice but the finish the incantation. Nevertheless, Latin wasn’t a tongue of yours, you’d much rather rescue the gypsy before the eerie smoke shattered her frail bones. Reaper was your only hope, feeding him a quick set of orders, the Spiritomb jerks forward and fixates on the powerful genie.

Bellowing a mighty ’SPIRITOMB’, Reaper’s vortex swirls faster than ever as a bout of Hypnotic rings shoot out of him and toward the Dusknoir. The possessed spirit’s ears prickle at the echo of Reaper’s war-cry, opening his palm the woman plummets to the ground with an unpleasant ‘THUD’. It’s too early to tell her fate, but you can only hope she’d regain consciousness before the evil spirit destroyed the crypt and everyone in it. Whilst these thoughts race through your subconscious, you eagerly watch as the psychic hoops begin splashing onto Dusknoir. Whilst the genie begins flailing its arms in a drowsed state, it shows no sign of slowing. Shaking its head furiously in an attempt to stay alert, the Dusknoir swiftly jumps into the shadows and sneak[b]s around the circular ruin. Whilst the occasional whisper or grunt can be heard, you and Reaper become rather edgy in a frantic hunt for the possessed ghost. Nevertheless, a couple of the hundred-and-eight spirits festering inside reaper manage to spot Dusknoir’s shadow as it circles the dark span. With Dream Eater being completely useless, Reaper focuses on his third command and jumps into the shadows in a similar fashion to Dusknoir. With each Pokémon lurking in the dark, your senses can no longer help you. You can only wait as whilst the two ghosts finish their shadowy skirmish...

Minutes pass, and you start to pique with curiosity as the occasional shriek booms throughout the tomb. Suddenly both figures shoot out of the walls, each fatigued from enduring such potent attacks for such a long period. With each combatant taking a breather, you hastily scurry over to Spiritomb who’s looking rather worn out. Despite the several gashes on his swirly face and numerous chips on his keystone, he grunts persistently and jerks toward the malevolent creature. Dusknoir s******s to itself and effortlessly grapples Reaper in a bulky fist of black fog. Horrified by the events you jerk forward only to be grappled by its other arm. Feeling a thick black stream ensnarling you, the hope of Reaper breaking free seems incredibly dim. Feeling the pressure on your chest increasing, your breath becomes thinner and your eyes begin to shut. It feels as though all hope has been lost... another set of adventurers fallen to the curse of Memory Lane...


”... Unde vos venit vos vadum subsisdo
Regnum of nocens somnium vadum
perussi vos atrum anus!”

“Stacey! Stacey, wake up my dear”, opening your weary eyes, you distinguish the startling sight of a familiar, toothless smile which makes you still unsure whether to be pleased or worried of the gypsy’s presence. The atmosphere of the dimly lit room seems much more sombre, each of you facing a rather traumatic near-death experience. Despite the clear wound marks, Reaper seems as emotionless as usual. Thankful that the Spiritomb is still animate, you switch your attention back to the hag.

“It looks like the exorcism was a success... However that was just a mere obstacle in what will become your destiny...” slightly disturbed by her fanatical nattering, it is still ambiguous to whether the gypsy could in fact be trusted, “You see girl, the blackened hearts of this crypt all extend from a much deeper past. I know that beyond that chasm lies great mysteries that need to be solved. You are the only person who can solve them...” Before you can react, the hag latches onto your arms and begins pushing you closer to the well. Surprised by the frail lady’s vigour she makes quick work of you and thrusts you into the eerie bore. Reaper being to drained to assist you, quickly drops down the chasm in pursuit of his master.

As you rapidly descend down the seamlessly bottomless well, gaining momentum by the second. The black environment slowly shifts to the flush of a dark orchid. The occasional screams seem to bellow down your ears. It almost feels as though you’ve been dropped into the depths of hell. Suddenly! The movement stops. To your left sits an image of the cloudy intersection known as the Sky Gate, to the right sits an image of an unknown area you can barely perceive. One would only guess that irking toward an illustration would dispatch you to the area. In which case, you have a choice to prolong your adventure or go home while you can...

What will you do?

You have two choices Stace, end your adventure or continue to Lyanazia. With this adventure only intended to be temporary, I have no problems with letting you go. If you do decide to end your adventure here, please reply in the [b]Cloud Garden and feel free to collect a Ghost Ball and a TM Shadow Ball for your excellent role-play. If you decide to prolong your adventure, please reply in Lyanazia – The Tribal Zone, without collecting any rewards.


You know my decision already ;3, thanx for allowing me to continue, I’m excited.

Stacey ripped her gaze from the dropped manuscript to the possessed spectre grinning maniacally at the old hag, choking the life from her. There was no way she could read the incantation especially in the language she spoke, she’d have to free her from his grasp before he choked what little life she had left. The dark aura surrounding the hag neck making her eyes bulge from their sockets in shock was almost indistinguishable from the black shadows engulfing the whole room. Swiftly giving Reaper orders in the hope of distracting and then taking out the Dusknoir enough for the old woman to continue her exorcism Stacey watched with baited breath as he moved into action sensing the seriousness of the situation.

Reaper concentrated hard and summoned his latent psychic abilities letting loose soft waves of Hypnosis with a mighty cry of energy. Startled by Reapers loud war-like call Dusknoir loosened his grip causing the old hag to fall to the ground in a heap, Stacey mentally wishing her to rouse quickly, and focused his attention on the new threat. Reaper’s Hypnosis was crushing over Dusknoir in a tidal wave and although the large spectre flailed his arms around trying to escape the vortex of sleep he only looked mildly drowsy, he was not succumbing to it, damn! Dusknoir slipped quickly into the masses of shadows to escape the vortex and hides within. Stacey eyed the shadows warily feeling her skin crawl as if the ghost was watching her ready to reach out and touch her; Reaper was more guarded and concentrated into the darkness to find him. Seeing a flicker of red in the shadows Reaper forwent the useless dream eater attack and his purple essence swirled into his green features leaving the key stone and oozed into the shadows with his Shadow Sneak looking for his opponent. Now Reaper was gone too and she couldn’t sense either of them in the darkness, she hated this it felt like she was blind and was just stuck waiting for the inevitable, for one to overcome the other in their struggles.

Rubbing her arms nervously she snapped her head left and right with every grunt and shriek of pain emanating within the shadows not knowing who made what noise. Suddenly Dusknoir emerged from the shadows breathing heavier than before, Reaper swiftly following suit snapping back into his keystone, several small cracks suddenly appearing as he does and Stacey rushes over to assess his health. Although he looked a little battered, his keystone would hopefully be mendable and she was sure the ethereal cuts on his swirling face would disappear; she sighed in relief. Reaper clamed his breathing and grunted at the larger ghost not at all intimidated but drawing Stacey’s attention to where it needed to be. Dusknoir snorted before chuckling lowly to itself drawing a glare from Stacey, she knew it couldn’t help itself but that dark force was really annoying her now. Moving its arm a cloud of black fog suddenly engulfed Reaper and he looked alarmed struggling amongst the smoke hissing in pain.

’No …’ Stacey thought as she saw Dusknoir trying to squeeze the life from her Spiritomb. Darting forward in an effort to do anything to stop this demon she saw his other arm whip out and a fist of fog grabbed her around her waist and chest causing an startled yelp to come from the trainer. She felt the smoke somehow solidly and it squeezed … tight. Gasping Stacey struggled in the harsh grasp unable to free her arms which were pinned against her sides and slowly digging into her.

“Reap …” she coughed out as she noticed his keystone crack more under the pressure. Gasping as every breath became harder she stopped her struggles not having enough energy to do so anymore and felt her vision begin to blur. Was this it? Was she to become like Margaret and Reaper her Pokemon, another poor soul to have travelled Memory Lane only to have fallen pray to its wicked spirits. Too foolish to turn away and too weak to have survived? What of her other Pokemon, what would happen to them? She prayed that someone would find them and take them somewhere safe as she no longer breathed and slumped forward in the smoky grasp lifeless. They say that hearing is the last sense to leave when you die as her body hung starved of oxygen Stacey heard chanting, that Latin again before that sense left her too.

Stacey felt a nudge on her shoulder and swatted it away, she was sleeping dammit why couldn’t they leave her alone? A voice followed calling her name and mentally sighing she awoke from oblivion her eyes stinging even with no light in the room. Adjusting to the different shade of dark she saw a familiar toothless grin beaming at her and winced, okay not the best sight to wake up to but … oh, she was alive. How? Sitting up feeling like a weight constantly crushing her chest she breathed in lightly, unable to deep breathe at current with probably a cracked rib. Her eyesight having adjusted to the shadow-laden tomb she turned to see Reaper sitting observing her emotionlessly as usual, the cracks covering his stone and cuts marring his ethereal face making her frown; but he was alive too she was very grateful for that.

“It looks like the exorcism was a success... However that was just a mere obstacle in what will become your destiny...” she whittles on and Stacey’s frown deepens, her destiny was nearly cut short tonight, how could she be sure that the pair of them weren’t going to die? Maybe this old hag was insane after all and perversely enjoyed this kind of amusement. ’Thinking about it where had her Dusknoir gone? Had she recalled it?’ Stacey thought absentmindedly.

“You see girl, the blackened hearts of this crypt all extend from a much deeper past. I know that beyond that chasm lies great mysteries that need to be solved. You are the only person who can solve them...” she continues and before Stacey can think she feels herself yanked off the floor the old hag dragging her towards the black void with more strength she would have credited her with. Stacey who was struggling to stay upright gave her a shocked look as the old hag gave her a wide smirk before shoving her forward. Stacey screamed out of instinct as arms flailing she fell into the void, Reaper floated up to the well looking down, giving the old hag a look which was a mixture of amusement, confusion and annoyance. He turned back to the well and deciding to follow the young woman floated downwards after her.

Stacey felt herself falling faster and faster into the unknown, the dark black suddenly shifting to a bright orchid that made her eyes sting even more. Screams and bellows of pain echoed out and she wondered for one mad moment if she had been pushed down a vortex to Hell, why couldn’t it have been to Heaven it would have been much nicer there? Suddenly she feels herself jerk to a stop nearly losing the contents in her stomach from the violent movement. Breathing rapidly, the normally simple action causing waves of pain to crash through her body she dared to open her eyes to look around. To her left sat a small picture of what she recalled to be the Sky Gate and to the right was a very fuzzy picture of somewhere unknown to her. By this time Reaper had caught up looking a little flustered at his journey and eyed Stacey almost annoyed. Stacey sighed and shrugged, its not like she jumped down here that crazy old bat pushed her to what could have her second near death of the hour. After what had happened today she felt like going home for a few weeks and just sleeping but … argh the hag had promised to answer her questions and she lied. She drew her into that tomb adding more questions to her already frazzled mind and shoved her away when she felt like it mumbling something about destiny. Stacey rubbed her head feeling a migraine erupt and stared at the two pictures … maybe she had pushed her here to allow her to get the answers she seeked. Sky Gate would be her way home but this other picture, it was somewhere new, to her anyway … maybe this world held answers she needed. She cast Reaper a look over her shoulder the Spiritomb staring at the same picture thoughtfully.

’Lets hope for better luck this time’ she thought as she reached out an arm to the hazy picture, praying that it would lead her to answers.

Lemon-Lime
16th February 2009, 3:29 PM
Mantis Cave

Lemon-Lime: With a perfect opportunity to spend time away from the idiot-box, you decide there’d be no better place to visit than Lyanazia. Arriving on the tropic land mass, you soon discover that you’d chosen the perfect day to visit the humid paradise, the sun shining vibrantly and breaking onto the forest floor. With the stories of Eyrie Peak piquing your interest, you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and twisty lianas and set your tracks for the eagle shaped mount. With Scorpio being the ideal species for the gusty trail, he perches on your cranium, providing some air-resistance to an otherwise turbulent cliff-edge. Klaus on the other hand, finds the area unbearable, seeking shade at every jutted rock. Hours pass and the dire glare of the sun quickly becomes unbearable. The base of the Island looks ever smaller as you continuously loop Mt.Eyrie, finally approaching a series of hollows surrounded with cobwebs. Whilst you take a moment to inspect the cavities, you notice Saybleye scamper straight into the shadowy ecstasy. Prudently trailing along, you break through the cobwebs to detect several tunnels echoing with screeching insects. Delving deeper into one of the burrows, you hear a conversation between two people. Upping your pace to unearth the source of banter, you are lead to a dusty dome illuminated by neon mushrooms…

[i]Read Below

Lemon-Lime and Radical Edward: Rushing forward in a twitchy sensation, Mike’s Klaus jovially scurries over to Aaron with a beaming smile. Raising a rather inquisitive eyebrow, the bug trainer picks up the small imp by its leg, “Who might you be?” Mike abruptly enters the dome shaped hollow in pursuit of his Saybleye, only to trip over a mound of cobwebs ensnarling the entrance. With Ben and Aaron sharing a s******, the approach the boy and lift him to his feet, Klaus freeing himself from the elite trainer’s hand and mindlessly darting around the grotto. The elite trainer shows a slightly embarrassed expression, “Look guys… This isn’t your usual runaround cave, Mantis Cave is a test for even the most experienced trainers. I feel it’s my duty as a member of the Elite 4 to protect juvenile trainers like yourselves, I won’t be letting just anyone pass onto the deeper hollows…” Taking note of your disheartened faces, Aaron scratches is head as he attempts to think up a compromise, “I’ll tell you what, if you two can beat me in a two verses one battle, I assure you there’ll be no other way past me”. Winking at you rather coyly, the slim trainer clutches a Pokeball in each hand.


Soz for lateness. ZA Test+Cascadia+Here=MADNESS. I'll be more punctual from now on. Also: the idiot box is your frieeeeeend. A Wii is really more of an idiot rectangular prism, though.

They got a fresh start on the path, all having eaten (Klaus had forced Scorpio to give up some of the orange, much to the latter's unpleasure) and lazed around a bit before starting. Scorpio refused to get off of Mike's head, but he actually managed to be useful and provide a little wind resistance. Not to say that the frequent gusts of wind were completely abolished; Mike still had to stop every few minutes to regain his footing. An added challenge were the various vines that grew over the rock which served as triplines. Klaus wasn't exactly in a happy mood either, the bright sun, long walk, and ongoing assault of wind adding up to make him cranky. Whenever he stopped to rest behind a large, shady rock, he would snap and growl, not letting anyone near him. Him and Mike passed the hours-long walk away by exchanging witty banter with each other, Scorpio just humming and enjoying the cool breeze while Mike and Klaus baked in the sun. Eventually, the heat became unbearable. "Scorpio," Mike panted desperately. "Use...Blizzard...to cool us...down..." Scorpio smiled and gave a thumbs up, jumping off his head and aiming the icy storm right at Mike and Klaus. "Ahhh..." Mike said, now considerably cooled down. "That's better." Just then, a muffled thought came into both their minds. "{Hmmlp...me!}" Turning around, they both laughed as they saw that Klaus had been frozen solid! Scorpio quickly flew up and used a Wing Attack to break out Klaus from his icy cage. They continued on, all cooler and considerably happier. Excepting Klaus, of course, who was still a bit sulky at being frozen.

Finally, they reached the opening of a cave. Covered with cobwebs, Mike could hear the screeching of Bug Pokemon as he peered carefully through the webs. Klaus, unable to bear it any longer, dashed straight in, screaming "{YES! YES! NO MORE OF THAT ACCURSED LIGHT!}" in his mind and demolishing the homes of several spiders. Mike and Scorpio trailed after him, following through a rather creepy tunnel. Eventually, they went into a dome filled with glowing, neon mushrooms. Embarrasingly, Mike tripped over a few cobwebs that spread across the bottom of the entrance. After being helped up by two other trainers, Mike saw Klaus scampering around the room like an idiot. "C'mon, Klaus. You look like Gollum with a triple espresso." Klaus reluctantly came back to Mike's side as one of the trainers struck an embarrassed face. Mike recognized him immediately as Aaron of the Sinnoh Elite 4. “Look guys…" he said. "This isn’t your usual runaround cave, Mantis Cave is a test for even the most experienced trainers. I feel it’s my duty as a member of the Elite 4 to protect juvenile trainers like yourselves, I won’t be letting just anyone pass onto the deeper hollows…” Mike sighed, dissapointed. Looked like he had climbed all the way up here for nothing... "{Woah, woah, woah.}" Klaus thought. "{You are not telling me I just climbed all the way up here, in the light of day, for nothing, and will now have to do it again?!}" As if he had read Klaus' mind (well, who knows?), the trainer came up with a compromise. “I’ll tell you what, if you two can beat me in a two verses one battle, I assure you there’ll be no other way past me”. He winked and pulled out two Pokeballs. Mike turned to the other trainer. "Well, I'm Mike. Uh..nice to meet you. What's your name, anyway?" Turning back to Scorpio, he said "Scorpio, you'll be my battler of choice today." Scorpio swooped up and down around the dome, happy at being chosen to battle.

Now to wait for RE...

atlantis_kid99
17th February 2009, 9:06 AM
Mystic Jungle
Once homage to the Lyanazian Empire, its amazing architects have now been completely overrun by the thick foliage. No matter how many endeavours the Lyanazian’s took to return to the forest, they’d always find their huts ripped apart by the brash lianas and consumed by the forest. It’s normally a very peaceful place where grass, bug and flying Pokémon thrive but the magical temples of the old kingdom have brought upon strange occurrences to the natives passing through. Should you find yourself in the incredibly fruitful rainforest, who knows what you may encounter.

Areas:
The Emerald Jungle: covering acres of the Mystic Jungle, the Emerald Jungle is named after the absurd amount of greenery oozing from it. Due to this it’s become a haven for grass types, however the tropical atmosphere can become almost unbearable for humans. The exotic berries found clustering the trees attract many tourists to the region.
Garden of Iris: Floating high above the rest of Lyanazia, the ruin is said to be homed by the mighty goddess of nature and her many Shaymin. The ground is made up entirely of clouds which magically both supports any amount of weight and can grow many beautiful flowers and trees. It is hidden from view so it is mostly untouched by man. The only way to reach it is to climb up a rainbow that stretches from the ground to the clouds.

Sorry I can't do more with my intro, all of my pokes are holed up in the shops exploiting the Super Pass :x Just wanted to get this up, I'm excited ^^

With a tad too much enthusiasm for the sweltering heat, Nikki trudged through the Mystic Jungle wonderingly. The greenery was everywhere, exotic and utterly wild, beautiful but deadly in its own way. She grinned a little as she realised that she was now jumping straight from the icy mountainsides of the Silverton Ranges to the unbearably humid jungles of Lyanazia, but ever since she had heard of the lushly tropical zone Nikki had known- this is where she wanted to go. It had only been an hour or so since the girl had set foot into the jungle, but she was already tired and rested against a tree after thoroughly checking the surrounding area for insects and stray Ekans. "Hmm, let's see..." Nikki dug out a slightly worn tourist leaflet from her sidebag, flipping it open to the page titled "the Emerald Jungle" and skimming over the page until she reached the section titled "Garden of Iris".

...Floating high above the rest of Lyanazia, the ruin is said to be homed by the mighty goddess of nature and her many Shaymin. The ground is made up entirely of clouds which magically both supports any amount of weight and can grow many beautiful flowers and trees. It is hidden from view so it is mostly untouched by man. The only way to reach it is to climb up a rainbow that stretches from the ground to the clouds.

"This looks like the perfect place to go... just, how do I get there?" the blonde-haired trainer muttered to herself. "It might not even exist, but I can still explore the rest of the jungle if I can't find the way to get there. With new direction (or lack of...) she stood up again, fingering the polished PokeBalls on her belt in case of danger and made her way deeper into the vividly coloured jungle.

Emp
17th February 2009, 4:30 PM
Firstly, welcome Atlantis and Arc ^^ I hope you enjoy your adventures here. Secondly, I'll be waiting for RadEd to post before continuing with Lemon's adventure. If he doesn't reply soon I'll have to split you both up.

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sooner had you entered the gooey bog, you’d started regretting your decision as Marshy predators swam between your thighs. It was to your dismay that the area was far too confined and sludgy to suit any of your Pokémon. Dana was the only species which seemed partly comfortable to the marsh, and even she was having trouble removing the poor Nidoran from the purple quicksand. Returning to the trees seemed your best bet, thus you loped backwards to the hefty shrub you came from. Clambering up it a great momentum, you thoughtlessly reach out to the nearest jutted branches in your effort to escape the unsettling splashes below. Suddenly, a Seviper, coupled with the previous Arbok lunge out of the mire and start biting/slashing/constricting the timber. Managing to ascend to the pinnacle of the tree, you’re relieved to be a safe distance from the starving serpents. Nevertheless, the tree was shuddering wildly and the unsettling glare of the predators made it clear you’d have to fight your way out. Meanwhile, Gligar gave you assuring thumbs up as she lugged the Nidoran out of the morass with her handy tail, it wouldn’t be long before the critter was unfastened from the marsh…

Emerald Jungle

Arc Angel: With thousands of thoughts racing through your head, discontinuing your adventure wasn’t an option. Ignoring the comfortable image of Sky Gate, you take a deep breath and irk toward the mysterious illustration in a swimming motion. Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech causes you to clamp your ears as you begin plummeting once more at an intense velocity. Making a second transition through dimensions, you feel your eyes tighten shut as you lose perception once more… An unknown amount of time passes and an assembly of lianas snake below, instinctively regaining you of your consciousness. Widening your eyes, you awake to the unpleasant noise of bird calls and a temperature much less endurable than that of memory lane. Judging by the lush forestry and humid atmosphere, it seems you’ve landed in a tropical jungle somewhere. Rays of sun break through the forest canopy and into your weary eyes as you adjust the light. Beside you is the inanimate keystone belonging to Reaper. One could only guess he’s unconscious himself or he’s retreated from the morning sunlight. Suddenly! A blitzing bellow emits from a close distance. Alarming enough to raise you to your feet, you detect a terrifying grey basilisk the size of an office building stampedes past, snapping the lush timber like matchsticks. Managing to get a good look at the beast from its rear, you note several golden appendages emerging from its grey body, as well as broad, smoke like wings which seem to gust about in an eerie fashion. With no way of gauging your position, you could attempt to follow the flattened trail in anticipation of discovering the Legendaries’ purpose in the rainforest, or alternatively climb one of the abundant trees for a better view of where it is heading.

Atlantis_Kid99: Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid rainforest. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Islands, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace. You occasionally catch the glimpse of primate Pokémon lunging from tree to tree, the sound of bird squawks adding to the tropical ambiance. As you waft through the thick lianas trailing from each branch, you keep a watchful eye on what predators may harass you. Staying clear of the occasional hissing Ekans and grumbling Spinarak, you start to wonder if travelling alone was a best proposal. Hours seamlessly pass until you come across an opening in the jungle. In the heart of the opening lies a semi-transparent rainbow trail which appears to stretch onto the clouds. Suddenly, you hear a cute voice from the edge of the opening. A small grass type hops down blossoming tree and over to your feet. Turning your attention to your shoes, you notice a Cherubi gawking up at you with its main face. The small shrub proceeds to waddle coyly toward the colorful road, cooing you over excitedly.

Pearl's Perap
17th February 2009, 4:46 PM
Firstly, welcome Atlantis and Arc ^^ I hope you enjoy your adventures here. Secondly, I'll be waiting for RadEd to post before continuing with Lemon's adventure. If he doesn't reply soon I'll have to split you both up.

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sooner had you entered the gooey bog, you’d started regretting your decision as Marshy predators swam between your thighs. It was to your dismay that the area was far too confined and sludgy to suit any of your Pokémon. Dana was the only species which seemed partly comfortable to the marsh, and even she was having trouble removing the poor Nidoran from the purple quicksand. Returning to the trees seemed your best bet, thus you loped backwards to the hefty shrub you came from. Clambering up it a great momentum, you thoughtlessly reach out to the nearest jutted branches in your effort to escape the unsettling splashes below. Suddenly, a Seviper, coupled with the previous Arbok lunge out of the mire and start biting/slashing/constricting the timber. Managing to ascend to the pinnacle of the tree, you’re relieved to be a safe distance from the starving serpents. Nevertheless, the tree was shuddering wildly and the unsettling glare of the predators made it clear you’d have to fight your way out. Meanwhile, Gligar gave you assuring thumbs up as she lugged the Nidoran out of the morass with her handy tail, it wouldn’t be long before the critter was unfastened from the marsh…

Despite being safe once again at the top of the tree, a new threat had appeared in the form of the Arbok and another serpentine companion, Seviper. He didn't have any pokémon that he could call upon that would have any advantage over the wild pokémon, since his only fire type was tucked away in the PC system. Instead of the advantage in terms of typing, he decided on a pokémon that would be able to withstand the horrid waters due to her typing. Aiming a pokéball at the two snakes, a flash of light released a burly Venusaur into the stagnant waters.

"I know you're in the water, but I'm sure an Earthquake attack would still affect these monsters, Nanc, we can at least try..." he cried down to his starter pokémon, who seemed confused to his whereabouts before she realised he was high up in the top of the tree. Clutching the leaves and branches as hard as he could in case the attack caused any damage to the tree, Zak hoped for the best, keeping an eye on both the Gligar attempting to save the Nidoran and the Venusaur trying to get rid of the snake threat...

Emp
18th February 2009, 3:26 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sooner had you reached the pinnacle of the tall sapling, the new threat of Seviper and Arbok dawned upon you. The oak looked was quickly splintering as the black serpent hacked it with its razor-sharp appendage whilst the purple serpent squeezed it with its equally powerful appendage. An unsettling ‘creek’ enveloped the bog, the tree you where witheringly perched upon was starting to give way. It was time to call for some backup, nevertheless the mire seemed far too noxious for most of your Pokémon. Without a second to spare, you decide the warty toad known as Nancy would be able to withstand the ambiance. Thrusting her ball forward, she emerges with a flash of radiance, consuming most of the lake with her bulk. Despite the dim scarcity of sunlight, Nancy did seem content with the tranquil pool despite its toxins. The rather fickle twosome of snakes change there target yet again, each latching onto on of Nancy’s hind legs with a potent bite attack. The gnawing doesn’t faze the mighty Venesaur much as she lifts her forelegs and stomps the back down, causing a shuddering earthquake. The bog begins to bubble as the earth beneath it rattles. Suddenly, your ears prickle at a squeaky “pop” noise as the vibration manages to loosen up Nidoran enough for Dana to thrust her out. Now free from the bog, the Nidoran scuttles toward you in tow of your new Gligar. As the earthquake begins to cease, you are pleased to spot both Arbok and Seviper hissing their tongues at Nancy as the aftershock takes its toll. With Nidoran now free, you can purely focus on trouncing the snakes. What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
18th February 2009, 3:43 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Sooner had you reached the pinnacle of the tall sapling, the new threat of Seviper and Arbok dawned upon you. The oak looked was quickly splintering as the black serpent hacked it with its razor-sharp appendage whilst the purple serpent squeezed it with its equally powerful appendage. An unsettling ‘creek’ enveloped the bog, the tree you where witheringly perched upon was starting to give way. It was time to call for some backup, nevertheless the mire seemed far too noxious for most of your Pokémon. Without a second to spare, you decide the warty toad known as Nancy would be able to withstand the ambiance. Thrusting her ball forward, she emerges with a flash of radiance, consuming most of the lake with her bulk. Despite the dim scarcity of sunlight, Nancy did seem content with the tranquil pool despite its toxins. The rather fickle twosome of snakes change there target yet again, each latching onto on of Nancy’s hind legs with a potent bite attack. The gnawing doesn’t faze the mighty Venesaur much as she lifts her forelegs and stomps the back down, causing a shuddering earthquake. The bog begins to bubble as the earth beneath it rattles. Suddenly, your ears prickle at a squeaky “pop” noise as the vibration manages to loosen up Nidoran enough for Dana to thrust her out. Now free from the bog, the Nidoran scuttles toward you in tow of your new Gligar. As the earthquake begins to cease, you are pleased to spot both Arbok and Seviper hissing their tongues at Nancy as the aftershock takes its toll. With Nidoran now free, you can purely focus on trouncing the snakes. What will you do?


Watching on as the earthquake attack was a success in terms of helping assist in the freedom of the wild Nidoran and damaging Nancy's serpentine foes, "Great job, you two, but we're not out of the woods yet!" Zak called down from his safe spot high in the tree, keeping his eye on the snake pokémon in case they made any swift advances on either of his pokémon or the female Nidoran, who seemed quite well despite the recent occurrences.

"Dana, leave that Nidoran, she seems safe now, let's try a thunder wave attack on the snakes, one by one. Careful you don't aim it into the water though, we don't need Nancy taking an unnecessary damage from such an attack..." Zak spoke to the Gligar calmly, proud that she had accomplished what he had asked her in the beginning, "...careful though, they seem significantly tougher than you, use your gliding powers to your advantage and stay in the air above them!"

Looking down, Zak noticed Nancy glancing upwards, awaiting her own set of commands, "I know this attack takes up a lot of your energy, but if it is pulled off in the right way, we should be able to deal significant damage to both foes. Use Giga Impact between the two snakes, buffeting both of them with the attack as you do so, after that have a relax for a moment..." he finished, giving both pokémon a thumbs up with each hand in unison before wobbling slightly and gripping hold of the tree once again. He was never much of a tree climber, his balance was shot completely...

Emp
18th February 2009, 4:39 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Praising your Pokémon for their valiant efforts, you send them forward once more to finish what they’d started. After all, time was scarce, the Pokémon Ranger could have landed anywhere on the tropical atoll and there wasn’t a second to lose. Meanwhile, you observe the mucky Nidoran take cover bellow the roots of the tall sapling you where sat upon. Dana hastily parts with the small mouse and thrusts toward the skirmish. Due to her abundant inexperience, the Scorpion is quick to keep a safe distance above the morass. Aiming a pincer at each snake, Dana fires a small wave of thunder at each snake, both of whom are still latched onto Nancy. Whilst Seviper is quick to dive into the murky depths and nullify the spark, Arbok is oblivious and directly hit by the prickle of electricity. As electrical energy pulses up and down the cobra’s slender body, its muscles begin to tighten and lock-up. With Arbok now paralyzed, Nancy carelessly shrugs the snake off of her hind leg. Facing both snakes, Nancy channels a great deal of energy into a semi-transparent cocoon and rampages toward the serpentine duo. On contact, both shriek in pain as they beat against the nearby oaks. Whilst Arbok falls unconscious, Serviper barely manages to slither back into the Mire. Becoming considerably fatigued, Nancy takes the next round to bathe in the cool toxins. It’s all up to Dana to finish the Seviper…

Pearl's Perap
18th February 2009, 5:02 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: Praising your Pokémon for their valiant efforts, you send them forward once more to finish what they’d started. After all, time was scarce, the Pokémon Ranger could have landed anywhere on the tropical atoll and there wasn’t a second to lose. Meanwhile, you observe the mucky Nidoran take cover bellow the roots of the tall sapling you where sat upon. Dana hastily parts with the small mouse and thrusts toward the skirmish. Due to her abundant inexperience, the Scorpion is quick to keep a safe distance above the morass. Aiming a pincer at each snake, Dana fires a small wave of thunder at each snake, both of whom are still latched onto Nancy. Whilst Seviper is quick to dive into the murky depths and nullify the spark, Arbok is oblivious and directly hit by the prickle of electricity. As electrical energy pulses up and down the cobra’s slender body, its muscles begin to tighten and lock-up. With Arbok now paralyzed, Nancy carelessly shrugs the snake off of her hind leg. Facing both snakes, Nancy channels a great deal of energy into a semi-transparent cocoon and rampages toward the serpentine duo. On contact, both shriek in pain as they beat against the nearby oaks. Whilst Arbok falls unconscious, Serviper barely manages to slither back into the Mire. Becoming considerably fatigued, Nancy takes the next round to bathe in the cool toxins. It’s all up to Dana to finish the Seviper…


Clinging onto the foliage as hard as he could, Zak bit his lip. He knew Nancy was powerful but Dana was quite a young pokémon with very little battling experience that he knew of, apart from when he first met her and she put up quite a fight alongside him. Watching on, Dana attempted to paralyze both snakes, only succeeding on the Arbok whilst Nancy powered herself up severely, utilizing the majority of her energy in one powerful Giga Impact attack. The attack a success, she went crashing into the serpentine pokémon, knocking out the Arbok and nearly taking care of the Seviper. However, due to the sheer amount of energy used up, the Venusaur had to take a time out, leaving the battle riding on Dana and her lack of moves.

"Alright, Dana, since your movepool isn't exactly up to scratch just yet, we're gonna have to improvise..." Zak called down to the flyscorpion who was hovering in one spot, he could see that she was nervous, what with being up against a poisonous snake, not the nicest of combinations. "I want you to use harden and plummet at the surface of the horrid myre near to the Seviper. Don't worry, the attack should up your defense enough not to hurt you. Once you hit the surface, splash the stagnant crap up into the Seviper's eyes with Sand Attack and try and throw a few Poisonous stingers into the mix whilst you're at it!"

Hoping the strategy wouldn't confuse Dana too much, he gave her a hopeful smile and another thumbs up before calling out to the Venusaur, "I know you're tired girl, but could you come towards this tree? I wanna ride on your back to save coming into contact with this swamp, whatever is lurking under the surface is none too fond of me..." Giving the pokémon a nervous smile, he slowly began to shimmy back down the tree once more, not planning on touching the water this time...

Emp
18th February 2009, 5:49 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: With the tree’s occasional aches becoming unsettling, you hurdle down from one of the foremost branches and onto Nancy’s supple green hide. She’s much more stable than the tree at this point, meaning you shouldn’t be coming in contact with the filthy morass for a while. However, whilst the warty toad was taking pleasure in a pleasant bathe, it was up to Dana to fend off the savage Seviper. With no way of gauging the snake’s whereabouts in the pool, Gligar fluttered waveringly in search of the Fang Snake Pokémon. Suddenly, Dana’s eyes widened upon noticing a cluster of bubbles. Thrusting toward the gurgling morass, she scooped up a pincer full of gunk. The second Seviper pounced out of the bog, Dana was quick to hurl the mud in a similar stance to a sand attack. Causing gunk to immerse the snake’s eyes, it’d know have to rely on its other senses. Leaving no time for Seviper to lunge back into the depths, Gligar punchers the serpent with its stinger and injects it with lethal poison. Despite Seviper’s resistance to the toxins, the attack is enough to finish the snake. Level Up for Dana Suddenly! The small Nidoran scampers toward the unconscious Seviper and burrows into its mouth! After a few seconds of perplexity, you notice the female Nidoran emerge with the male counterpart of its species. Judging by the digestive acid swathing the male Nidoran, he’s certainly hit the bucket. With tears pouring down the female’s face, it looks like she could use some cheering up…

Pearl's Perap
18th February 2009, 6:00 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: With the tree’s occasional aches becoming unsettling, you hurdle down from one of the foremost branches and onto Nancy’s supple green hide. She’s much more stable than the tree at this point, meaning you shouldn’t be coming in contact with the filthy morass for a while. However, whilst the warty toad was taking pleasure in a pleasant bathe, it was up to Dana to fend off the savage Seviper. With no way of gauging the snake’s whereabouts in the pool, Gligar fluttered waveringly in search of the Fang Snake Pokémon. Suddenly, Dana’s eyes widened upon noticing a cluster of bubbles. Thrusting toward the gurgling morass, she scooped up a pincer full of gunk. The second Seviper pounced out of the bog, Dana was quick to hurl the mud in a similar stance to a sand attack. Causing gunk to immerse the snake’s eyes, it’d know have to rely on its other senses. Leaving no time for Seviper to lunge back into the depths, Gligar punchers the serpent with its stinger and injects it with lethal poison. Despite Seviper’s resistance to the toxins, the attack is enough to finish the snake. Level Up for Dana Suddenly! The small Nidoran scampers toward the unconscious Seviper and burrows into its mouth! After a few seconds of perplexity, you notice the female Nidoran emerge with the male counterpart of its species. Judging by the digestive acid swathing the male Nidoran, he’s certainly hit the bucket. With tears pouring down the female’s face, it looks like she could use some cheering up…


Enjoying herself in the bubbling marsh, Nancy took her time to reach the tree Zak was clinging to as hard as he could. Eventually, however, she arrived and he slid onto her back, sitting on the flower and crossing his legs, finally comfortable. "Okay Nance, it's just a matter of rooting Dana on now..." he slid a hand down to her warty skin, giving it a stroke as she maneuvered herself once again to watch the battle unfold.

Dana, who seemed to be watching the surface intently for any sign of the snake, waited until she saw several air bubbles before launching her strategic attack. Suddenly, the Seviper surfaced and she began the onslaught, tossing a clawful of the myre into the snake pokémon's eyes before stabbing at it with her poisonous stinger. Despite how strange it was, Zak's strategy seemed to work as the snake fainted and Dana felt a little more experienced. However, there was no time for celebration just yet as the Nidoran they had recently saved made her way across to the dormant Seviper, crawling down her throat before re-emerging with what looked like a pile of goo. Upon closer inspection, Zak realized what it was from the familiar colour and markings, a male Nidoran had fallen prey to the serpent.

"Oh my fu-" Zak began before lowering his tone of voice, he could see quite clearly that the tiny female pokémon was very sad at the fact she had lost her friend or possibly even her mate. "Nancy, walk us over there, please.." he whispered into the toad-like pokémon's ear and, as they got closer, he offered a hand down for the mouse pokémon, "Come here, girl..." he smiled sweetly, despite his sorrow for the pokémon. He wanted to give her a hug, make her feel like not all pokémon in the world seemed as bad as the snakes who had terrorized her. "Dana, come here girl, we need to show this poor creature some compassion.." he hissed at the flyscorpion, not wanting to make the wild pokémon feel completely inadequate...

Emp
18th February 2009, 9:02 PM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: The pitiable Nidoran♀ was bawling as she perched beside the inanimate corpse of her mate. The look of sheer terror in the lifeless Nidoran♂ eyes was rather unsettling, the mouse was covered in all sorts of gastric acids. It was mating season for the poisonous mice, a time in which the species couple off to evolve and make their young. Feeling a strong sensation of sympathy for the Pokémon, you instruct Nancy to slog through sludge over to the Nidoran♀ in an effort to cheer her up. With Riley and the rescue mission the last of your worries, you offer a hand to the unfortunate mouse and haul her up to Nancy’s sapling. Although tears are still trickling down her face, you offer her a cuddle in hopes of cheering her up. Although following your orders, Dana feels slightly excluded and joins the warm embrace. Part of you feels like you’re no longer in the horrid bog, hugging Dana for the first time feels sweet. All of a sudden, the Nidoran♀ escapes from the embrace and raises her ears inquisitively. Jumping atop of Nancy’s skull, the small mouse points back into the forest with her stubby claws. Judging by the occasional twitch of the comatose Seviper, a change in scenery seemed wise. After a few minutes of Venusaur ambling through the woodland, you start to hear noises yourself. The thunderous bellow of Nidorino and the shrill cry of Nidoran. Nearing closer to the clamor, you unearth a Nido-breeding ground. Countless Nidorino are sparring with their horns to impress the occasional Nidorino whilst Nidoran♂ converse shyly with Nidoran♀. Having found a suitable area to drop off the small mouse, there’s nothing stopping you from returning to your mission. Despite this, the Nidoran♀ lowers its head below Venusaur’s leaf. She seems quite withdrawn, perhaps you could help her to “get to know” the other mice…

Pearl's Perap
19th February 2009, 11:53 AM
Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: The pitiable Nidoran♀ was bawling as she perched beside the inanimate corpse of her mate. The look of sheer terror in the lifeless Nidoran♂ eyes was rather unsettling, the mouse was covered in all sorts of gastric acids. It was mating season for the poisonous mice, a time in which the species couple off to evolve and make their young. Feeling a strong sensation of sympathy for the Pokémon, you instruct Nancy to slog through sludge over to the Nidoran♀ in an effort to cheer her up. With Riley and the rescue mission the last of your worries, you offer a hand to the unfortunate mouse and haul her up to Nancy’s sapling. Although tears are still trickling down her face, you offer her a cuddle in hopes of cheering her up. Although following your orders, Dana feels slightly excluded and joins the warm embrace. Part of you feels like you’re no longer in the horrid bog, hugging Dana for the first time feels sweet. All of a sudden, the Nidoran♀ escapes from the embrace and raises her ears inquisitively. Jumping atop of Nancy’s skull, the small mouse points back into the forest with her stubby claws. Judging by the occasional twitch of the comatose Seviper, a change in scenery seemed wise. After a few minutes of Venusaur ambling through the woodland, you start to hear noises yourself. The thunderous bellow of Nidorino and the shrill cry of Nidoran. Nearing closer to the clamor, you unearth a Nido-breeding ground. Countless Nidorino are sparring with their horns to impress the occasional Nidorino whilst Nidoran♂ converse shyly with Nidoran♀. Having found a suitable area to drop off the small mouse, there’s nothing stopping you from returning to your mission. Despite this, the Nidoran♀ lowers its head below Venusaur’s leaf. She seems quite withdrawn, perhaps you could help her to “get to know” the other mice…


[I would have replied last night, but I went to beddybyes *yawn*]

After sharing an embrace with his latest capture and the mourning Nidoran, she points a tiny paw towards the forest. Wanting to get away from the arid bog anyway, Zak taps Nancy with a foot, signaling her to walk in the direction the wild pokémon was pointing. After padding out of the swamp and walking for a while into the trees, the group heard strange noises coming from a clearing. It turned out to be a breeding ground for the Nido family of pokémon.

"Hey look, Nidoran, more pokémon like you..." he looked down at the mouse with a sweet smile, stroking her tenderly. As Nancy walked further, the wild pokémon looked up at the very bizarre looking 'Nidorina' with a flowering bulb and three riders. "Do you wanna get mingling now? We have quite a serious mission..." Zak motioned towards the Nidoran's kin before speaking once again, "Whilst we're here, though, could you please try and ask if any of these pokémon have seen a helicopter or wreckage? I'm looking for my friend, I just couldn't leave you where I found you..."

Being in the new area, Zak scanned around, looking for any signs of Riley or their transportation. "Dana, since you seem to like being in the air, could you glide above the trees if they haven't seen the helicopter? See if you can help out..." he stroked the Gligar's head causing her to coo happily before nodding quickly...

Emp
19th February 2009, 2:01 PM
If RadEd doesn't reply by this weekend, I'll be splitting him up from Lemon~Lime and open the position to another member. This is quickfire, so I expect a good speed in replies

Tainted Forest

Pearl's Perap: Finding a suitable area to drop the small mouse off, you kindly scoot her off of and onto the venomous pasture. It was time she got back to her drove Nido’s and you returned to your rescue mission. She looks back shyly, nodding a solemn farewell for efforts. No doubt she’d never forget how you saved her from the vicious predators. Nidoran female continues to scamper through the tall meadow, occasionally turned back in trepidation. The grass gets shorter as she approaches the group of horny Nido’s, possibly due to their apeish stampeding. Finally reaching the group of rodent Pokémon, she shyly irks toward a male Nidoran. Seamlessly over her previous loss, the two mice snuggle closely in the mitts of violent sparring between the older Nido’s. All seems fine, you’re ready to move on until- Suddenly, four Nidorino surround the cute Nidoran♀ with a lustrous gawk. Kicking aside the Nidoran♂, one of the Nidorino attempts to mount her whilst the other sex-hungry rodents joust in hopes of winning her love. Shocked that the larger species would be interested in her, you notice the scarcity of Nidorina. With the Nidorino settling for the next best piece of meat, it’d be wise to intervene before the poor Pokémon is crushed. Despite this, a skirmish may be more than you can handle at the moment, perhaps you could find a way to calm down the testosterone-infested males…

Pearl's Perap
19th February 2009, 4:44 PM
If RadEd doesn't reply by this weekend, I'll be splitting him up from Lemon~Lime and open the position to another member. This is quickfire, so I expect a good speed in replies

Tainted Forest

Pearl's Perap: Finding a suitable area to drop the small mouse off, you kindly scoot her off of and onto the venomous pasture. It was time she got back to her drove Nido’s and you returned to your rescue mission. She looks back shyly, nodding a solemn farewell for efforts. No doubt she’d never forget how you saved her from the vicious predators. Nidoran female continues to scamper through the tall meadow, occasionally turned back in trepidation. The grass gets shorter as she approaches the group of horny Nido’s, possibly due to their apeish stampeding. Finally reaching the group of rodent Pokémon, she shyly irks toward a male Nidoran. Seamlessly over her previous loss, the two mice snuggle closely in the mitts of violent sparring between the older Nido’s. All seems fine, you’re ready to move on until- Suddenly, four Nidorino surround the cute Nidoran♀ with a lustrous gawk. Kicking aside the Nidoran♂, one of the Nidorino attempts to mount her whilst the other sex-hungry rodents joust in hopes of winning her love. Shocked that the larger species would be interested in her, you notice the scarcity of Nidorina. With the Nidorino settling for the next best piece of meat, it’d be wise to intervene before the poor Pokémon is crushed. Despite this, a skirmish may be more than you can handle at the moment, perhaps you could find a way to calm down the testosterone-infested males…


Observing as the Nidoran entered the sparring ground of the Nidos, a smile spread across Zak's face. Despite needing to find out about Riley, he was glad that he had managed to help out a wild pokémon along the way. As the mouse pokémon mosied into the clearing, she soon paired off with a male of her kind, seemingly forgetting her previous loss. However, just as Zak thought the picture was complete, several rampant Nidorino appeared on the scene, thwarting the tiny male Nidoran out of the way before attempting to get a piece of the Nidoran for themselves.

"****, this isn't good, she's gonna get completely crushed..." Zak called out to attempt to stop the beasts from overwhelming the tiny mouse. He needed to intervene without angering the wild pokémon terribly. Looking around, he didn't seem to have a whole lot to work with, so he decided that an attack would have to be called for. However, he wasn't going to attempt to harm them in any way, he had a much better idea up his sleeve.

"Dana, not exactly the most fun you'll ever have, but I believe this is going to be necessary. Fly over there and attempt to distract the Nidorino, when they're all looking at you, use an attract attack before gliding back here..." Zak finished, holding in his laughter before beginning once again, "As for you Nancy, get ready to run like the ****ing wind..." The Gligar looked at her trainer like he was completely insane, but it wasn't that bad a strategy...

Arc_Angel
19th February 2009, 5:05 PM
Firstly, welcome Atlantis and Arc ^^ I hope you enjoy your adventures here. Secondly, I'll be waiting for RadEd to post before continuing with Lemon's adventure. If he doesn't reply soon I'll have to split you both up.

Emerald Jungle

Arc Angel: With thousands of thoughts racing through your head, discontinuing your adventure wasn’t an option. Ignoring the comfortable image of Sky Gate, you take a deep breath and irk toward the mysterious illustration in a swimming motion. Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech causes you to clamp your ears as you begin plummeting once more at an intense velocity. Making a second transition through dimensions, you feel your eyes tighten shut as you lose perception once more… An unknown amount of time passes and an assembly of lianas snake below, instinctively regaining you of your consciousness. Widening your eyes, you awake to the unpleasant noise of bird calls and a temperature much less endurable than that of memory lane. Judging by the lush forestry and humid atmosphere, it seems you’ve landed in a tropical jungle somewhere. Rays of sun break through the forest canopy and into your weary eyes as you adjust the light. Beside you is the inanimate keystone belonging to Reaper. One could only guess he’s unconscious himself or he’s retreated from the morning sunlight. Suddenly! A blitzing bellow emits from a close distance. Alarming enough to raise you to your feet, you detect a terrifying grey basilisk the size of an office building stampedes past, snapping the lush timber like matchsticks. Managing to get a good look at the beast from its rear, you note several golden appendages emerging from its grey body, as well as broad, smoke like wings which seem to gust about in an eerie fashion. With no way of gauging your position, you could attempt to follow the flattened trail in anticipation of discovering the Legendaries’ purpose in the rainforest, or alternatively climb one of the abundant trees for a better view of where it is heading.

Thanx for the welcome. I appologise in advance if my replies are slow with how busy I get.

Reaching for the fuzzy pictureof an unknown world Stacey held her breath nervous with anticipation. Suddenly a high-pitched screeched filled the void making Stacye cry out in pain and quickly clamp her hands to her ears, Reaper wincing in pain unable to block out the horrific sound. To make the painful situation worse Stacey felt herself suddenly plummetting again and closed her eyes unable to put her hands out to protect herself in the fall she prayed that she would land somewhere soft.

Stacey wasn't sure how long she had been falling and hoped that Reaper was following along with her. Daring to open her eyes she blinked back the bright sunlight and looked down to see thin vines snaking across the ground, she hadn't felt them when she arrived. 'When did I arrived?' she wondered pushing off the ground thankful to see Reaper next to her, well his Keystone anyeway he appeared to have retreated inside. Birds cawwed loudly from what seemed to be all around noisily filling the air, tall trees stood overshadowing her from the much greater heat. She wished she wasn't wearing her jeans now as she felt her skin immediately begin to warm at the new environment, it wouldn't be too long before it would be unbearable, she was never good with extremes of weather. Unbuttoning her shirt as much as possible without revealing all to the jungle world she called out to Reaper trying to wake him. Seeing no stirrings within the stone she sighed and kicked it lightly sending it rolling a metre away before a purple haze began to breathe out the green features curled into a look of annoyance and a hint of fury hidden beneath the surface.

"Wake faster next time," she said causing Reaper to grunt, his voice echoing with the tones of his displeased souls. He didn't have much time to grumble at his trainer however as a echoing bellow filled the forest startling both Spiritomb and trainer. Turning to face the owner of the interuption they saw a grey creature almost 3 times the size of Stacey charging towards them. Darting out of the way they could only watch as it trampled the trees in its wake leaving nothing living behind. Stacey had a look of shock on ehr face as the legendary creature moved further into the distance. No way.

"Did I see what I thought I saw?" she asked Reaper in awe of the, in her mind, gorgeous monster that had nearly crushed them both. Reaper nodded shocked to have seen the Giratina.

"What the hell is one doing in this forest?" she asked out loud itching to chase after it and get a closer look. For a ghost trainer there was no comparison, Giratina was the ultimate ghost Pokemon and was very rarely if ever encountered. Not wanting to lose it Stacey contemplated running after the giant beast but paused, what if it was on the war path? The last thing they needed to do was irk a tank of a ghost. Stacey looked at the tall tree next to her, she could probably see where it was headed if she climbled to the top, it was leaving a large enough path through the forest for her to follow afterwards.

"Lets see where its headed," she said leaping up to grab the first branch hoisting her self up urging Reaper to float up with her.

atlantis_kid99
21st February 2009, 1:41 AM
Atlantis_Kid99: Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid rainforest. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Islands, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace. You occasionally catch the glimpse of primate Pokémon lunging from tree to tree, the sound of bird squawks adding to the tropical ambiance. As you waft through the thick lianas trailing from each branch, you keep a watchful eye on what predators may harass you. Staying clear of the occasional hissing Ekans and grumbling Spinarak, you start to wonder if travelling alone was a best proposal. Hours seamlessly pass until you come across an opening in the jungle. In the heart of the opening lies a semi-transparent rainbow trail which appears to stretch onto the clouds. Suddenly, you hear a cute voice from the edge of the opening. A small grass type hops down blossoming tree and over to your feet. Turning your attention to your shoes, you notice a Cherubi gawking up at you with its main face. The small shrub proceeds to waddle coyly toward the colorful road, cooing you over excitedly.


OOC: Thanks for the welcome.

After hours of solitary trekking, Nikki actually thought it calming to be in this intensely humid atmosphere; she took in the lush ambience of the jungle, its sights, smells and sounds. Everything was so green, it was kind of enlightening for her as she had never been to a similar place in her life. Her breath came in short, small bursts from the moderate exertion and stamina needed to keep up her strolling pace for so long, however casual it might've been.

Ahead there seemed to be a small absence of trees of bush, and Nikki could faintly see a hint of rainbow. "Eh...?" she muttered, walking until she came through to the clearing and the shimmering rainbowy trail that arced up into the sky, placed appropriately in the centre of it all. She grinned a little, fascinated and wide-eyed. Could this be the pathway to the fabled Garden of Iris? The teen trainer plucked off a PokeBall from her belt. "Mystic, go. You've got to see this," Nikki said. The Kirlia came out, while he had psychically taken note of their surroundings in his ball he still looked around in wonder before setting his gaze on the rainbow trail.

'I never thought Lyanazia would be like this... it was a good decision to come here after all,' a telepathic voice spoke in his trainer's head. The forementioned looked at the Kirlia in surprise, "Huh, you can talk to me with telepathy...? You couldn't do that as a Ralts."

'You never asked.' came the reply. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but not unkind.

"Ah well," Nikki replied, gazing up at the rainbow again. Suddenly she heard a small voice, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed two buds staring up at her with odd fascination- on a closer glance it was a Pokemon, a Cherubi. The trainer continued to watch as it gestured excitedly over to the shimmery rainbow trail.

"Hello there..." she decided to follow the creature up the kaleidoscopic arc to see what happened.

Emp
28th February 2009, 11:59 PM
Sorry for the delay, although a slowdown in updates should be anticipated :\

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: What an odd sight O_o… Only a few paces ahead of Nancy stood the quad of Nidorino forcefully thrusting the innocent Nidoran, with more than one horn. The groans of the small mouse were nauseating to say the least, if Gligar wasn’t to impede the brutal acts of lust, you’d surely do it yourself. Bashfully feeding Dana your tuition, she sends you a rather bemused expression, shifting her attention back to the horny brutes. Three of them rabidly jigged from side to side, the shear ache for sex overcoming them. The fiercest of the four was currently taking his turn on Dana, humping her from the front with great enthusiasm. With Nidoran being lunged about like a ragdoll, the reluctant Dana had no other alternative but to take one for the team… Gulping in angst, the small Gligar hopped downward and wafted through the thick overgrow with her whopping pincers. Reaching the breeding ground, Gligar expels a deep sigh before switching to an attractive stance. Flailing her tail promiscuously, she fluttered forward toward the orgy in an attempt to make herself known. The three eager Nidorino, bouncing on the sidelines, suddenly catch a glimpse of the pointy tail. Swinging in the tail like a hypnotic pendulum, the tail amply magnetizes the three Nidorino. The fourth is then quick to boot the Nidoran in favor of a new target. Although the plan seamlessly went off without a hitch, the mating Nidorino were now interested solely on Dana. Slavering in great awe of her razor-sharp tail, they pursue her through the thick overgrow… Dana feels slightly worried at this point, Gliding forward in determined haste as the quad of males hound toward her flailing tail. Fortunately loping into your welcoming arms, the great stature of Nancy unquestionably fended away the poisonous mutts. Although you’d originally set out to inquire about a helicopter, the herd seem far too preoccupied with their mating ritual. Ahead of you, you note that the mass of purple greenery begins to transude into a lush green. To the left however, an eagle shaped rock juts out into the clouds, by far the highest point of the Island. Still having seen no ruminants of the copter, you’d have to look elsewhere…


Emerald Jungle

Arc Angel: Completely in awe at the unexpected turn of events, you’re unsure whether to pinch yourself. Seeing such a scarce and powerful Pokémon was unheard of for most trainers, yet the towering dragon had only recently rampaged before you. The evidence was lucid, to your left stood a mile-long trail of downed trees which were slowly becoming ensnarled in ravenous lianas. The main notion to enter your head was what the legendary of the underworld was doing in this tropical atoll. Perhaps you’d died and gone to hell, the sight of the snaking vines ravenously swallowing the timbered trees certainly didn’t ease this sentiment. You needed answers, and the only way to get these was to follow Giratina. Nevertheless, the trail it made was far too extensive to tow, you’d have to get a bird’s eye view of its next destination if you ever wanted to unearth the mystery… Adjacent to you stood a towering sapling, the broad trunk emerging far beyond the other trees nestled in your view. Without a moment to spare you grab the first jutted branch and begin your climb. Shimmying up the oak, you detect Reaper seamlessly floating behind. He rather effortlessly surpasses you and perches on the top branch with a smug grin among his other emotions. After a few moments of intensive climbing, you finally heave yourself up the final limb of the gigantic tree. Wafting through the thick coat of leaves, you are welcomed by an amazing view. Millions of lush green trees blanketed what seemed to be an Island, all leading to a perilous mountain in the contour of an eagle. Whilst the view was truly breathtaking, a multitude of irregularities seemed to be spoiling it. Besides the occasional ruin jutting out of the lush carpet, you notice the trail of flattened shrubbery trailing far behind the mammoth mount. Nevertheless, you see a thick cloud of smoke emerging from an opening only a few miles away. Perhaps signs of sentience existed in the humid jungle…


Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: Finally coming across the arch you’d been so eagerly searching for, you where now joint by the Siamese Cherry known as Cherubi. Her keenness for you to follow evoked she’d been to the mythical garden many times before, perhaps she had something to show you up there. Beside you stood Mystic, balancing on the lush grass with a with an elegant poise. Despite his recent development in communication, the small Kirlia seemed quite indifferent to the multihued trail you would gladly follow. Any thoughts of hesitation where quickly halted as the Cherubi started skipping up the rainbow. Although the path looked less than safe, the small shrub was leaving in its dust as it persisted to prance in great delight. Aptly following you take a brave step onto the bow, which somehow supported your weight with ease. With your hunch now affirmed, you take a second step onto the steep trail, Mystic narrowly in tow. The small cherry Pokémon was growing smaller as it march up the rainbow, persuading you to up your pace in pursuit. Hours past, and the same colors of green and magenta continued to current past your feet. It was starting to get rather tedious until you broke through the fluffy clouds and into a strange location. The air thinned as you approached a set of golden gates embodied in thick vines blossoming with pink flowers. Although you could by no means see over them, a holy feeling emanated throughout the ambiance. Eager to enter the garden, you begin to heave at the golden gates. Nevertheless, your efforts to push through the thick doors where futile, it seemed a more forceful touch was needed to unbolt these fortified gates…

Pearl's Perap
1st March 2009, 5:30 PM
Sorry for the delay, although a slowdown should be anticipated :\

Wraith Marsh

Pearl's Perap: What an odd sight O_o… Only a few paces ahead of Nancy stood the quad of Nidorino forcefully thrusting the innocent Nidoran, with more than one horn. The groans of the small mouse were nauseating to say the least, if Gligar wasn’t to impede the brutal acts of lust, you’d surely do it yourself. Bashfully feeding Dana your tuition, she sends you a rather bemused expression, shifting her attention back to the horny brutes. Three of them rabidly jigged from side to side, the shear ache for sex overcoming them. The fiercest of the four was currently taking his turn on Dana, humping her from the front with great enthusiasm. With Nidoran being lunged about like a ragdoll, the reluctant Dana had no other alternative but to take one for the team… Gulping in angst, the small Gligar hopped downward and wafted through the thick overgrow with her whopping pincers. Reaching the breeding ground, Gligar expels a deep sigh before switching to an attractive stance. Flailing her tail promiscuously, she fluttered forward toward the orgy in an attempt to make herself known. The three eager Nidorino, bouncing on the sidelines, suddenly catch a glimpse of the pointy tail. Swinging in the tail like a hypnotic pendulum, the tail amply magnetizes the three Nidorino. The fourth is then quick to boot the Nidoran in favor of a new target. Although the plan seamlessly went off without a hitch, the mating Nidorino were now interested solely on Dana. Slavering in great awe of her razor-sharp tail, they pursue her through the thick overgrow… Dana feels slightly worried at this point, Gliding forward in determined haste as the quad of males hound toward her flailing tail. Fortunately loping into your welcoming arms, the great stature of Nancy unquestionably fended away the poisonous mutts. Although you’d originally set out to inquire about a helicopter, the herd seem far too preoccupied with their mating ritual. Ahead of you, you note that the mass of purple greenery begins to transude into a lush green. To the left however, an eagle shaped rock juts out into the clouds, by far the highest point of the Island. Still having seen no ruminants of the copter, you’d have to look elsewhere…

Witnessing the seemingly barbaric sexual acts, Zak swallowed hard, he was rather worried for the well-being of the wild Nidoran, let alone his own pokémon putting her stinger on the line for the greater good. As he watched the Gligar seducing the Nidorino, he knew that the plan was succeeding and they should move and move quickly. Noticing this need, the humongous Nancy turns on the spot and begins to run deep into the undergrowth, looking back, Zak notices that Dana is gliding after them, looking rather terrified by the prospect of the four amped up Nidorino.

"Dana! Into my arms!" Zak cried, holding both arms into the air to catch the gliding FlyScorpion pokémon from the air. Succeeding, he hugged her close to him, she had done them proud and, as the Nidorino stay in hot pursuit, the large Venusaur turns to them in an intimidating fashion. Despite being four of them, she wasn't going to put her new friend or lifelong trainer at risk and she bellowed deeply, causing the wild pokémon to retreat in the direction they had come. Whether or not Nidoran was going to be safe was another question right now, but at least they had tried their best.

From their new location, Zak had spotted what he had been wanting to travel to Lyanazia to see in the first place, the eagle head shaped mountain, jutting high into the sky. Seeing this, a wave of enthusiasm came over him but he knew that they had prior commitments, Riley was still missing and could be in serious danger for all he knew, "Okay, now we're safe again, we really should look for the heli, it's just this area is so vast, however will we locate the man?" his face dropped as he looked into Dana's eyes, maybe she would be able to glide upwards and take a look, but he was sure she wouldn't be able to see anything, "Care to take a glide? See if you can spot Riley, I don't think we have anything better we can really do at the moment..." he spoke softly to the Gligar, she was proving to be quite the necessity already...

Arc_Angel
2nd March 2009, 10:38 AM
Emerald Jungle

Arc Angel: Completely in awe at the unexpected turn of events, you’re unsure whether to pinch yourself. Seeing such a scarce and powerful Pokémon was unheard of for most trainers, yet the towering dragon had only recently rampaged before you. The evidence was lucid, to your left stood a mile-long trail of downed trees which were slowly becoming ensnarled in ravenous lianas. The main notion to enter your head was what the legendary of the underworld was doing in this tropical atoll. Perhaps you’d died and gone to hell, the sight of the snaking vines ravenously swallowing the timbered trees certainly didn’t ease this sentiment. You needed answers, and the only way to get these was to follow Giratina. Nevertheless, the trail it made was far too extensive to tow, you’d have to get a bird’s eye view of its next destination if you ever wanted to unearth the mystery… Adjacent to you stood a towering sapling, the broad trunk emerging far beyond the other trees nestled in your view. Without a moment to spare you grab the first jutted branch and begin your climb. Shimmying up the oak, you detect Reaper seamlessly floating behind. He rather effortlessly surpasses you and perches on the top branch with a smug grin among his other emotions. After a few moments of intensive climbing, you finally heave yourself up the final limb of the gigantic tree. Wafting through the thick coat of leaves, you are welcomed by an amazing view. Millions of lush green trees blanketed what seemed to be an Island, all leading to a perilous mountain in the contour of an eagle. Whilst the view was truly breathtaking, a multitude of irregularities seemed to be spoiling it. Besides the occasional ruin jutting out of the lush carpet, you notice the trail of flattened shrubbery trailing far behind the mammoth mount. Nevertheless, you see a thick cloud of smoke emerging from an opening only a few miles away. Perhaps signs of sentience existed in the humid jungle…

As Stacey approached the tallest tree nearest to her her gaze fell back on the tampled ground behind her watching was fascination as the vines quickly ensnarled the fallen trees. It was easy to see what plant life ruled this forest, she made a mental note to stay away from those vines fearing what would happen she she get caught in their crushing grip. Looking ahead the same was occuring and she could no longer see Giratina, sighing forelornly. It was such a beautiful beast, she longed to get closer to it but for now she would get a birds-eye view of its journey. Testing the branches for stability Stacey grasped tightly and hoisted herself up taking it slowly for fear of falling and meeting an early death or possible grievous injury. Nearly reaching the top she saw Reaper floating easily up behind her, his eyes shining with smug glee as he overtook her slow ascent and pushed through the leaves to reach the very top.

"Next time I'll hold onto your Keystone and then we'll see how good you can float" she muttered catching up tp him and pushing the leaves out of the way. She gasped as she took in the gorgeous island she found herself on, trees engulfing a large portion of the view she had a large shaped mountain side in the far distance. There were a few ruins jutted in and about the forest and Stacey could see the path Giratina had taken, the large trail of destroyed trees and bushes going on for miles. It would take a very long time to catch up to the dragon and with the speed it was travelled she may never meet it again. This saddened her deeply but she noticed the wisps oh smoke coming from a spot much closer, maybe just a few miles away, maybe there were other signs of life in this forest apart from her, Giratina and the ravenous vines.

"You see that spot there Reaper," she said pointing as the Spiritomb focused his vision on it. "Keep its location in mind, we're gonna pay it a visit," she said before climbing back down the tree, Reaper once again plummeting faster than her grinning all the way. Leaping the last few branches Stacey hit the ground in a crouch before standing, Reaper started to float away heading towards their new destination from his memory of the view.

Emp
8th March 2009, 3:24 PM
Lyanazia

Pearl's Perap: Gawking breathlessly at the enormous mount jutted at the focal point of Lyanazia, you can’t help feeling overcome with enthusiasm. Flying types certainly seemed to pique your curiosity, and the slouching Mount Eerie seemed to be bustling with a breezy ambiance. Its face stood high before you, almost like an eagle’s nerve-racking glare just begging you to scale it. Despite this, you had prior commitments, the sentiment that Riley could still be alive was enough to steer you away from the impressive mount. Opting to search for the plane wreck first, you Although Gligar weren’t able to naturally take wing, the substantial wind currents gently wafted his leather wings to a higher summit. Dana quickly dissipates into the upper canopy of shrubbery, all you can see now is a backdrop of olive and lavender foliage. Staring intently to the green abyss, your ears start to prick up to the occasional rustle of branches. A sudden squeal emerges from the Gligar as she plummets through the layer of shrubbery with great velocity. Plunging on you like an uncomfortable blanket, Dana yells excitedly as she points toward a direction of undergrowth. Could she have found the copter so easily? Dana is quick to lead on, Nancy aptly in tow. Lowering itself into the Shrubbery, the ambiance grows dimmer and you are accompanied by various jutted tree roots. A few moments pass, and you unexpectedly detect a face nestled between several buttress roots. With Venusaur drawing closer, you are disturbed to find the mug doesn’t match that of Riley’s. The fellow looked relatively aged, sporting a dark robe and a hairless noggin. Upon noticing Nancy’s presence, the fellow guzzles nervously. “Get that eyesore into a Pokeball and get down here now!” His tone was rather low, and gave you the sensation he was hiding from something or someone…

Arc Angel: As you gazed inquisitively at the puffs of smolder emerging from the nearby patch of greenery, you start to speculate if there was more existence in the jungle than you’d anticipated. Although the track didn’t seem to lead to the ghostly basilisk, ignoring its presence wasn’t an option. Shimmying down the enormous sapling, you note Reaper has already bobbed passed you and began his exhilarating expedition. Already wafting through the thick vines and towering roots, you decide one of his hundred entities must have been an excellent tracker. That entity was now captivating Reaper, regrettably leaving you in its dust. You drop down a couple more mossy branches, each chaffing away at your unprotected hands leaving you with a small number of blistering grazes. Taking a final lunge, you land crouched before impulsively sprinting in pursuit of Reaper. You push your way through the straggling lianas and ducking under the overhanging roots of the outsized forestry. After a few minutes of beating your way through the unbearably humid tropics, you draw level to Spiritomb who is completely motionless. You reached an opening clustered with large purple flowers exhaling odd gases, vines patterned with purple streaks snaked the undergrowth in a nerve-racking fashion. You hadn’t arrived at the bushfire yet, but before you crouched an unusual plum frog with a menacing grimace. The Croagunk inflated his cheeks menacingly, its hands dripping with a purple glow as it prepared to attack…

Pearl's Perap
8th March 2009, 4:29 PM
Lyanazia

Pearl's Perap: Gawking breathlessly at the enormous mount jutted at the focal point of Lyanazia, you can’t help feeling overcome with enthusiasm. Flying types certainly seemed to pique your curiosity, and the slouching Mount Eerie seemed to be bustling with a breezy ambiance. Its face stood high before you, almost like an eagle’s nerve-racking glare just begging you to scale it. Despite this, you had prior commitments, the sentiment that Riley could still be alive was enough to steer you away from the impressive mount. Opting to search for the plane wreck first, you Although Gligar weren’t able to naturally take wing, the substantial wind currents gently wafted his leather wings to a higher summit. Dana quickly dissipates into the upper canopy of shrubbery, all you can see now is a backdrop of olive and lavender foliage. Staring intently to the green abyss, your ears start to prick up to the occasional rustle of branches. A sudden squeal emerges from the Gligar as she plummets through the layer of shrubbery with great velocity. Plunging on you like an uncomfortable blanket, Dana yells excitedly as she points toward a direction of undergrowth. Could she have found the copter so easily? Dana is quick to lead on, Nancy aptly in tow. Lowering itself into the Shrubbery, the ambiance grows dimmer and you are accompanied by various jutted tree roots. A few moments pass, and you unexpectedly detect a face nestled between several buttress roots. With Venusaur drawing closer, you are disturbed to find the mug doesn’t match that of Riley’s. The fellow looked relatively aged, sporting a dark robe and a hairless noggin. Upon noticing Nancy’s presence, the fellow guzzles nervously. “Get that eyesore into a Pokeball and get down here now!” His tone was rather low, and gave you the sensation he was hiding from something or someone…

As Zak watched on as the little Gligar caught the powerful winds from around the nearby oceans, she glided upwards and upwards until she had disappeared above the fertile canopy completely. Watching and waiting, he noticed that there seemed to be a rustling sound coming from nearby but there doesn't appear to be anything around. After a while, Dana plunges down from the canopy, an excited look on her little face, it appeared as though she had discovered something of interesting during her high gliding. Pressing on without even considering waiting first, Zak, Dana and Nancy bustled through the undergrowth, not exactly being as quiet as they could have been. Suddenly, during his walk, Zak spotted what looked to be a face between several thick roots. Upon closer inspection, it was a face but it looked nothing like Riley in the slightest.

The man appeared to be far older and was dressed in a dark robe. As he noticed the Venusaur who was plodding along behind Zak and the Gligar, he barked, "Get that eyesore into a Pokeball and get down here now!" Not wanting to anger him, Zak quickly removed a sphere of a green hue from his belt, clicking the release button and watched on as the large pokémon disappeared into the red abyss of light. He motioned for Dana to get closer and when she did, he gathered her in his arms before kneeling alongside the strange man, "Alright, Nancy is gone, why are you hiding down here? I really can't stick around for long, I believe an accomplice of mine could be in grave danger...if he isn't already dead..." Zak choked back his words, he hadn't really considered the latter too much, but he knew it could be a completely reasonable possibility. Upon hearing the word 'dead', he felt the FlyScorpion pokémon twitch slightly in his arms, she had already had one near enough experience and obviously wasn't comfortable hearing such words...

Arc_Angel
8th March 2009, 9:42 PM
Lyanazia

Arc Angel: As you gazed inquisitively at the puffs of smolder emerging from the nearby patch of greenery, you start to speculate if there was more existence in the jungle than you’d anticipated. Although the track didn’t seem to lead to the ghostly basilisk, ignoring its presence wasn’t an option. Shimmying down the enormous sapling, you note Reaper has already bobbed passed you and began his exhilarating expedition. Already wafting through the thick vines and towering roots, you decide one of his hundred entities must have been an excellent tracker. That entity was now captivating Reaper, regrettably leaving you in its dust. You drop down a couple more mossy branches, each chaffing away at your unprotected hands leaving you with a small number of blistering grazes. Taking a final lunge, you land crouched before impulsively sprinting in pursuit of Reaper. You push your way through the straggling lianas and ducking under the overhanging roots of the outsized forestry. After a few minutes of beating your way through the unbearably humid tropics, you draw level to Spiritomb who is completely motionless. You reached an opening clustered with large purple flowers exhaling odd gases, vines patterned with purple streaks snaked the undergrowth in a nerve-racking fashion. You hadn’t arrived at the bushfire yet, but before you crouched an unusual plum frog with a menacing grimace. The Croagunk inflated his cheeks menacingly, its hands dripping with a purple glow as it prepared to attack…

With the only signs of life being the thick smoke in the dense green forest Stacey made her mind up to travel to that very spot with Reaper to guide her. Speaking off the soul-filled keystone she looked around for him to see him nearly at the tree's roots. Yelling out to him to slow down she she him float off through the forst and cursed him for ignoring her. Half-climbing and half-falling down the tree Stacey quickly descended and when she was close enough she leapt off the branches hitting the ground in a crouch wincing slightly. She had underestimated that drop. Standing back up and flexing the jolt of pains in her legs she darted off after her Pokemon threatening to lock him back in that keystone for 10 years if he didn't slow but it fel lon deaf ears. Stacey looked down briefly at her cut hands from the descent and sighed, climbing trees wasn't as fun as it looked and nearly tripped over a vine in her run. Righting her self she leapt over those liana's beginning to snake their way over the path of destruction and ducked beneath the hanging brances gaining on Reaper who seemed so sure of his direction. This was turning into a hurdle for her, a mixture of leaping and ducking, some obstacle course!

After a few minutes of running in unbearable heat, the sweat beginning to soak into her white shirt, Stacey caught up to Reaper who had stopped. Panting from the unexpected run Stacey fanned herself with her hand and glared at Reaper's back. Wait ... why had he stopped all of a sudden? Looking around Stacey took sight of her surroundings, large beautiful purple flowers decorated the landscape exuding strange aromas and spores, more vines covered the ground yet these had the same purple hue to them. Stacey went to look at Reaper from the front to enquire why he had stopped when she noticed a small bullfrog crouched before her. It had its hands on its legs and its orange cheeks puffed out then back in. It's hands dripped with purple energy, like poison socking in the ground as it shifted its weight looking ready to attack.

"R-Reaper?" Stacey stuttered a little shocked at the sudden appearance of the Croagunk. "A little help..." she said but the Spiritomb seemed in a trance not moving or speaking. Backing off ever so slightly Stacey's hand tentatively moved towards a red and white sphere on her belt. Whatever was in this clearing had affected Reaper but not Croagunk and since the Spiritomb was in no position to protect her she'd use a poison Pokemon of her own. Pressing the release button a flash of light hit the air before a bag of poisonous gas materialised before her looking rather dapper in a silver waistcoat. His beaming smile lit up his face and he looked down at the frog beneath him.

"Who's this assclown?" we the first word's they would ever exchange as Jericho regarded the Croagunk with disgust.

"Never mind who it is don't let it attack me or Reaper," Stacey said and Jericho rolled his eyes.

"Now I'm protecting swirly face and you?" he questioned and Stacey frowned, she had hoped that he would be more co-operative, why did she always attract the rebels?

As if sensing her frustration Jericho chuckled.

"Don't worry doll face, I'll teach it to never ... EEEEEVER mess with us again" he says and stacey felt the sweat drop down her head and it wasn't from the heat.

"Oookay. Screech at it to distract it from its attack then attack back with Psybeam and Tackle," Stacey ordered hoping the 'over-the-top' Koffing would follow.

atlantis_kid99
9th March 2009, 11:42 AM
Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: Finally coming across the arch you’d been so eagerly searching for, you where now joint by the Siamese Cherry known as Cherubi. Her keenness for you to follow evoked she’d been to the mythical garden many times before, perhaps she had something to show you up there. Beside you stood Mystic, balancing on the lush grass with a with an elegant poise. Despite his recent development in communication, the small Kirlia seemed quite indifferent to the multihued trail you would gladly follow. Any thoughts of hesitation where quickly halted as the Cherubi started skipping up the rainbow. Although the path looked less than safe, the small shrub was leaving in its dust as it persisted to prance in great delight. Aptly following you take a brave step onto the bow, which somehow supported your weight with ease. With your hunch now affirmed, you take a second step onto the steep trail, Mystic narrowly in tow. The small cherry Pokémon was growing smaller as it march up the rainbow, persuading you to up your pace in pursuit. Hours past, and the same colors of green and magenta continued to current past your feet. It was starting to get rather tedious until you broke through the fluffy clouds and into a strange location. The air thinned as you approached a set of golden gates embodied in thick vines blossoming with pink flowers. Although you could by no means see over them, a holy feeling emanated throughout the ambiance. Eager to enter the garden, you begin to heave at the golden gates. Nevertheless, your efforts to push through the thick doors where futile, it seemed a more forceful touch was needed to unbolt these fortified gates…

Staring at the semi-transparent kaleidoscopic trail, it just didn't seem safe... however as Cherubi danced upon it without a second thought Nikki took a tentative step forward. It supported her weight well, to her relief. She peered at the steep trail leading up, up into the sky- there appeared to be no end in sight to the dangerously steep path. But what had Nikki come here for, to say "I don't want to climb this" and leave, when clearly this was something that was possibly only "once in a lifetime"?

"Oh well," she muttered under her breath, and willed herself to walk up. And up... and up... and even more up.

Hours passed.

And still the rainbowy arc continued on. But if she wanted to go back, who knows how much distance there was yet to cover? The "ground" beneath her feet, as pretty as it may have been, was starting to look strangely boring after hours of looking at it. Then, at last they broke through the damp, misty clouds. It was startling- had they really already reached the cloudbank? Well one thing was for sure; the air was much thinner up here. Mystic seemed quiet for now, even gloomy. Eagerly she ran forward to take in the beautiful golden gates ahead. Ancient, untouched vines crisscrossed and flowered like a living pattern as they entwined in and out of the glittering bars. A feeling of divine ambience permeated throughout the area like a soft mist.

Instantly the girl tried to no avail to heave open the grand hinged gates. "It's not working, Mystic, could you try your Confusion?" but then as she stepped back she noticed the trunk-like vines acted as both beauty and obstacle- a simple Confusion wouldn't be enough. As much as she hated to do it, her curiosity knew no bounds. Surely tarnishing the gates a little wouldn't do much? Besides, it was only the vines...

"Ember," she said as she reached for her Ponyta's PokeBall. "Try not to burn anything else," she added as Nikki noticed with a frown the Ponyta's flaming mane. "Alright, try a light Flame Wheel to char and maybe burn off these great big vines. Don't burn anything else, seems like there's lots of greenery here judging from these overgrown flowers alone..."

But the girl couldn't help but feel a little guilty as the young Ponyta gazed at her with quizzical eyes then drew in a breath for the attack. I'll make up for this later, she promised herself.

Emp
21st March 2009, 2:06 PM
I feel like I should rename this zone Lazyania due to my new-found updating speed. The fact is, I need to cut down a bit for the sake of my studdies, in which case I'm ending the LemonLime/RadEd adventure. A double adventure requires both updatees to reply, and if one decides not to I can't just "split you up". I need to focus on my studdies so I'm remaining capped at 3 members.

Lyanazia (between areas)

Arc Angel: As you glance through the anomalous opening, you notice several exotic plants basking in the humid atmosphere. Hued in several colours, you fret to notice a few oversized flowers expelling puffs of miasma. Coupled with the fact the opening is merely inhabited by a single poisonous toad and the oxygen feels ever thinner, you take a backward step from the clammy opening. The menacing scowl on Croagunk’s mug made a scuffle seem unavoidable, but with impending violence drawing ever nearer you find yourself lacking a suitable ally. Reaper gawks dauntingly into the noxious abyss, completely immobile at the hush of the poison draped vines swaying from the towering foliage. Perhaps the forbidden Pokémon was frightened; perhaps the poisonous fumes summoned some discouraging memoirs from one of his original entities. Both seemed unlikely scenarios, but lo and behold Reaper wouldn’t move a budge. You couldn’t help feeling unsafe in this division of the tropical atoll, thus you pace backwards with a red-white sphere in hand. Tapping the release button, the ball flails open with a white radiance, dimming with a shy of stars to reveal a cyan Koffing sporting a rather formal waistcoat. This bag of gas was particularly conceited, causing the mysterious toad to release a vicious war-cry in response to Jericho’s cheap insults. Chuckling with glee, he assures you the situation is under control before hovering into the Croagunk’s territory. Bobbing in confirmation of your orders, Jericho takes a deep inhale of fresh monoxide before situating himself roughly a foot away from Croagunk. The odd toad glances at Jericho rather crossly, the poisonous sack returning the gesture with a smug grin of coolness. Still crouched at the hub of the purple morass, Croagunk’s pale cheeks inflated to twice there size as he emitted a horrible drone. Preoccupied with his taunting motions, Jericho’s jaw drops in disgust as the fighting frog begins to churn up a mound of purple gunk. Before the gaseous sack can evade, Croagunk hocks up the hoard of sticky sludge, whacking Jericho point-blank in the torso. Tumbling over from the vicious attack, Jericho is sickened to notice his stylish attire caked in the muddy mess, releasing a deafening screech in sheer protest. Dropping any further attacks, Croagunk hastily clamps a hold of its ears, shuddering as the high-pitched squeal shatters his receptors. The clearly alarmed bullfrog bows down in defense, allowing Jericho to haughtily bob above him with a carpet-bomb of Psybeams. Gazing from afar, you notice the dazzling multihued rays crash straight into the Croagunk’s rear, reverting into a high pitched wail of agony. Leaving no time for upturn, the sly Jericho tackles the toad in his bruised behind, causing him to plunge into the stack of vines snaking the entire opening. Rolling away in retreat, the Croagunk hastily bounds to his feet before clambering up a staggering tree situated on the rim of the battlefield. The frog seamlessly disappears from the skirmish, until a myriad of poison stings begin emerging from all corners of the forestry. Despite Jericho’s resistance from the toxic needles, he soon starts to quiver as they begin to burst through his saggy hide. Leaving the poor Koffing looking like a porcupine, the hardy Croagunk is showing no signs of surrender, what will you do?

Pearl's Perap: A look of sheer trepidation was ridden on the elderly fellow’s mug, something was rustling from afar and the six foot toad you were perched upon was hardly subtle. Opting to comply with the man’s desperate plea, you draw a small, sphere with a green hue and tap Nancy on the rear with it. Activating the mechanism, Nancy becomes submerged in a scarlet radiance before swooshing into the Leaf Ball. With the Venusaur no longer hauling you, you and Dana plunge into the trench in tow of the elderly man. He looks considerably more composed with the eyesore stored in its container, still keeping completely silence as the distant foliage echoed with rustling sounds. Peeking out of the dirt-ridden trench, you’re alarmed to detect a tribe of half-naked warriors shout toward each over in an unknown tongue as they waft through the thick vinery. Sporting purple war-paint and long, jagged spears, it was obvious why the man was quivering with fear. Ushering closer to the crouched elderly, you can’t help but question him in a whispered tone. Undoubtedly alarmed by the clamor, Dana embraces clings a hold of you with her jagged pincers. As the war-cries of the tribe men grew ever fainter, he returned your gaze with a lucid expression. “Oh that helicopter? I saw it hurtle over Mount Eyrie about an hour ago… no doubt the natives will have stumbled upon it…” Ending on a rather grave tone, his finger emerged from the dark dressing gown and en route for the enormous mount jutting above the tropical shrubbery, “The natives don’t understand technology; they’ll think a Skarmory was invading their territory… Allow me to get some supplies from our sanctuary, and then I will rally a search party for your accomplice… Without me you don’t stand much of a chance”. Clearly accustom to the humid atoll, the wise elder seemed your best bet at finding Storm. What will you do?

Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: Standing upon the cloudy summit, you discern at the fact only one thing is keeping you from exploring the flowery patch of mythos. To your dismay, the dazzling doors remain tightly sealed as you endeavor unbolt them, padlocked by the thick vines snaking amid its lustrous bars. It’d take a greater deal of force to break through the gates, and with no other viable options you reach for a glossy red-white sphere snuggled somewhere on your person. Lightly pitching it before you, the Pokeball cracks open against the verdant earth with a luminous shimmer. Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a petite pony. Her tan coat glistens under her fiery mane as she releases a shrill nay. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Ember bobs her head between the golden bars, sampling the blades of lush grass in delight. Her eyes widen in surprise as the cheery Cherubi squeezes her nose playfully, almost forgetting the small berry Pokémon was still in your presence. Bobbing her head back up, the young Ponyta detects your somber disposition and grasps she’s been called upon for a much important undertaking than her morning graze. Ushering closer, she listens intently to your plan before gawking back at the towering archway. Looking up yourself at the tangling shrubbery your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a sound similar to a gas-fire igniting. Lowering your head you notice Ember’s mane combusted to almost twice its regular size. Eying up the bloomy vines, Ember scrapes his hoof against the earth before charging gallantly on route to the goldenrod entry. Leaping in mid-air, the valiant Ponyta hastily switches into a blazing flame wheel as she lunges in great momentum. Crashing into the fortified bars, the ball of inferno decelerates as it begins charring through the decades of foliage engulfing the gate. After a tense flash, you notice the vines give way and the golden gate thrust open with a thunderous creak. Unsure how long the doors would remain open, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Mystic Amply tip-toeing in tow. Dimming her firestorm, Ember bounds back onto her feet before taking a brief gallop of the nearby greenery. With Cherubi hurriedly giving your ankle a warm embrace, your ears suddenly prickle to a second clamorous screech. Revolving to source of the rasp, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping shut, the charred vines seamlessly coil through the golden bars once more, flourishing with blossoms as if completely untouched. Understandably eerie, but irrelevant in the presence of such perpetual whimsy. As the small but sociable Cherubi tours you around the vast prairie, you can’t help find yourself completely awe-shocked in such a magical ambiance. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few trees jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. Dropping on a cluster of trees, the dragon-like birds roosted peacefully, nevertheless a baby Swablu found its way to your assemblage. Tilting your head down to the flowery base, you notice the Swablu chirp inquisitively as it begins pecking the Cherubi on the brow. Unbeknown to the bird, the much lesser Cherubi was bawling for it to stop. Perhaps an intervention was in order to prevent the berry-like shrub falling victim to Mother Nature…

Arc_Angel
24th March 2009, 10:51 PM
Lyanazia (between areas)

Arc Angel: As you glance through the anomalous opening, you notice several exotic plants basking in the humid atmosphere. Hued in several colours, you fret to notice a few oversized flowers expelling puffs of miasma. Coupled with the fact the opening is merely inhabited by a single poisonous toad and the oxygen feels ever thinner, you take a backward step from the clammy opening. The menacing scowl on Croagunk’s mug made a scuffle seem unavoidable, but with impending violence drawing ever nearer you find yourself lacking a suitable ally. Reaper gawks dauntingly into the noxious abyss, completely immobile at the hush of the poison draped vines swaying from the towering foliage. Perhaps the forbidden Pokémon was frightened; perhaps the poisonous fumes summoned some discouraging memoirs from one of his original entities. Both seemed unlikely scenarios, but lo and behold Reaper wouldn’t move a budge. You couldn’t help feeling unsafe in this division of the tropical atoll, thus you pace backwards with a red-white sphere in hand. Tapping the release button, the ball flails open with a white radiance, dimming with a shy of stars to reveal a cyan Koffing sporting a rather formal waistcoat. This bag of gas was particularly conceited, causing the mysterious toad to release a vicious war-cry in response to Jericho’s cheap insults. Chuckling with glee, he assures you the situation is under control before hovering into the Croagunk’s territory. Bobbing in confirmation of your orders, Jericho takes a deep inhale of fresh monoxide before situating himself roughly a foot away from Croagunk. The odd toad glances at Jericho rather crossly, the poisonous sack returning the gesture with a smug grin of coolness. Still crouched at the hub of the purple morass, Croagunk’s pale cheeks inflated to twice there size as he emitted a horrible drone. Preoccupied with his taunting motions, Jericho’s jaw drops in disgust as the fighting frog begins to churn up a mound of purple gunk. Before the gaseous sack can evade, Croagunk hocks up the hoard of sticky sludge, whacking Jericho point-blank in the torso. Tumbling over from the vicious attack, Jericho is sickened to notice his stylish attire caked in the muddy mess, releasing a deafening screech in sheer protest. Dropping any further attacks, Croagunk hastily clamps a hold of its ears, shuddering as the high-pitched squeal shatters his receptors. The clearly alarmed bullfrog bows down in defense, allowing Jericho to haughtily bob above him with a carpet-bomb of Psybeams. Gazing from afar, you notice the dazzling multihued rays crash straight into the Croagunk’s rear, reverting into a high pitched wail of agony. Leaving no time for upturn, the sly Jericho tackles the toad in his bruised behind, causing him to plunge into the stack of vines snaking the entire opening. Rolling away in retreat, the Croagunk hastily bounds to his feet before clambering up a staggering tree situated on the rim of the battlefield. The frog seamlessly disappears from the skirmish, until a myriad of poison stings begin emerging from all corners of the forestry. Despite Jericho’s resistance from the toxic needles, he soon starts to quiver as they begin to burst through his saggy hide. Leaving the poor Koffing looking like a porcupine, the hardy Croagunk is showing no signs of surrender, what will you do?

With Reaper immobilised for reasons unknown and a rather vicious looking Croagunk in front of her she needed to act fast before she was injured or worse. Releasing her rather young poisonous bag of a Pokemon she watched as he took in the pretty environment with a disinterested look. He looked quite odd dressed in a silver waistcoat along with matching silver chain and his name in red gemstones down one side but his smile stayed put. He rather loved his look and though that the little frog before him was the ugliest excuse for a poison Pokemon he had ever seen. He would be doing the world a favour by removing this *** clown from it. Croagunk didn’t seem amused by Jericho’s insults and gave a loud croaking war cry that didn’t shift the smile on the shiny Koffing’s face. Stacey gave him his orders and he nonchalantly nodded his head informing the trainer that he had this all under control which didn’t assure Stacey in the slightest, why did she choose him to battle again?

Jericho floated grinning smugly at Crogunk but his smile soon shifted as the fighting frog swirled a glob of Sludge in its mouth and spat it at the Koffing hitting him right on his nice clean waistcoat. Jericho winces in pain and as he recovers he looks horrified at the messy state his beautiful attire was in. Expanding in size as he inhaled in anger he gave a ear-piercing screech making Croagunk clamp its fists over its ears trying to dull the sound, Stacey following suit as the noise gave her a pounding headache. Jericho still angry floats over his foe and blasts its from behind with a dazzling Psybeam making Croagunk cry out in pain and fall forward moving its hands to its back where the sharp pain had originated. Jericho wasn’t through yet and charged forward hitting the unsuspecting frog from behind with a Tackle knocking it into a stack of vines that seemed to almost move in acknowledgement of the victim in their midst. Croagunk rolls away hastily and bounds up a tree and into the branches swathed in leaves that obscured it from view. Jericho peered through the leaves trying to keep tabs on where the shifty frog had hidden itself when multiple poisonous barbs shot forth from behind the leaves and pierced Jericho’s thin skin all over making him cry out in pain and look rather annoyed at his state of appearance.

Jericho shook trying to dislodge the barbs from his precious skin whilst muttering angrily.

“Damn toad, I’ll make it pay for ever ruining this perfect skin and my perfect waistcoat. You’ll be lucky if you can walk when I’m done with you,” he yelled out through the trees puffing angrily.

“Calm down Jericho, you’ll get your revenge; shouting at him won’t help this. Get him to leave the trees by blasting it with a barrage of Egg Bombs then when you have a clear sight of him unleash a Will-O-Wisp and strike it with your Assurance.”

Pearl's Perap
29th March 2009, 10:24 AM
Pearl's Perap: A look of sheer trepidation was ridden on the elderly fellow’s mug, something was rustling from afar and the six foot toad you were perched upon was hardly subtle. Opting to comply with the man’s desperate plea, you draw a small, sphere with a green hue and tap Nancy on the rear with it. Activating the mechanism, Nancy becomes submerged in a scarlet radiance before swooshing into the Leaf Ball. With the Venusaur no longer hauling you, you and Dana plunge into the trench in tow of the elderly man. He looks considerably more composed with the eyesore stored in its container, still keeping completely silence as the distant foliage echoed with rustling sounds. Peeking out of the dirt-ridden trench, you’re alarmed to detect a tribe of half-naked warriors shout toward each over in an unknown tongue as they waft through the thick vinery. Sporting purple war-paint and long, jagged spears, it was obvious why the man was quivering with fear. Ushering closer to the crouched elderly, you can’t help but question him in a whispered tone. Undoubtedly alarmed by the clamor, Dana embraces clings a hold of you with her jagged pincers. As the war-cries of the tribe men grew ever fainter, he returned your gaze with a lucid expression. “Oh that helicopter? I saw it hurtle over Mount Eyrie about an hour ago… no doubt the natives will have stumbled upon it…” Ending on a rather grave tone, his finger emerged from the dark dressing gown and en route for the enormous mount jutting above the tropical shrubbery, “The natives don’t understand technology; they’ll think a Skarmory was invading their territory… Allow me to get some supplies from our sanctuary, and then I will rally a search party for your accomplice… Without me you don’t stand much of a chance”. Clearly accustom to the humid atoll, the wise elder seemed your best bet at finding Storm. What will you do?

Upon returning the toad-esque Nancy, both Zak and the female Gligar ducked into the ditch where the odd monk was lay in hiding. The man seemed to be at incredible ease now that the bulky Venusaur was back in her respective pokéball, her size alone would draw attention to them if they weren't careful and that was one thing Zak did not really want right now. As the pair and the FlyScorpion sat in the shrubbery, it became completely apparent why the monk had wanted Nancy returned to her pokéball, not too far away were a group of locals, scouting through the undergrowth, violet warpaint, intimidating spears, the works. As the monk spoke softly, Zak felt comfort, he knew that rallying a search party and gathering supplies was easier said than done, the locals would no doubt pose a threat, but at least he had a companion familiar with the atoll.

"Alright then, the more positive help I can get towards finding the wreckage, the better..." Zak smiled towards the monk before smiling down at the hiding Dana, who seemed to be enjoying the stealthy moment, "I have been wanting to check out the Eyrie Peak anyhow, so I look forward to getting into that area." He finished, giving a quick signature thumbs up. In the back of his mind, Zak envisioned a helicopter wreckage and no sign of the Ranger who had brought him to this lush island but he quickly pushed the image aside, he had to keep strong otherwise he would never find his original companion to help on his quest...

Emp
5th April 2009, 8:20 PM
Lyanazia (between areas)

Arc Angel: Worried more about his appearance, the shiny Koffing puffs irately, steam blowing from all cavities as the purple prickles plaster his rubber hide. You ensure him not to dwell on his displeasure; he’d soon get his comeuppance even if the toxic frog was out of sight. Despite this he emits a silent grunt of cusses as the Croagunk bounded from tree to tree, causing an abundance of exotic fruits to drop in its wake. To some constellation you notice a lion's share of common berries drop wayward. Clusters of Oran, Cheri, Chesto, Pecha, Rawst, Aspear and Leppa berry amply disperse from the surrounding saplings. Being pummeled on the head by a rather oversized Pinap berry, Jericho cusses once more before bobbing above the hedges of shrubbery. With a birds-eye view, he listens out for the eerie croak of the purple toad and spits a barrage of eggs accordingly. Aimlessly breaking through the thick foliage, an muffled drone is heard as sections of the tree begin spontaneously exploding from the volley of bombs. The Croagunk suddenly plummets from the leafy vicinity, dropping to the floor in pain as a much club-like branch falls atop of him. Despite the hilarity the poisonous sack would find in the situation, he raises an eyebrow in noticing something from his newfound aptitude.

“Um, Stacey, I’m sensing a spot of bother coming our way. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a fire brigade in the vicinity?” Evidently mentioning the budding bushfire, you can’t help wondering how widespread it’d actually grown. Nonetheless, the nasty Croagunk breaks this chain of thought by ricocheting of trunk and meeting Jericho in mid-air. Grasping ahold of the unwary Koffing, he coils himself around the poisonous sphere and begins thumping him irately in efforts of revenge. Whimpering in ache, Jericho continues to wobble left and right, crashing into several broad trees before plummeting into the carpet of rigid vines. The aristocratic ball promptly tumbles free before spitting a spell of blue wisps at the toxic frog and ramming him with assurance. Blaring in pain as his waist bands catch fire, his yellow cheeks each swell to the volume of a beach ball as he projects a hard-boiled grimace.

Breezy Path:

Pearl's Perap: Your objective was no different, but now it required an excursion through the rigorous mountain ranges of Eyrie. With the holler of the ‘others’ steadily hushing, the senior clambers out of his pit with a duck-like bird in tow. You hadn’t noticed his partnered Farfetch’d, but then again you’d barely had time to absorb the scenery. “Me and my pal Dux know this Island like the back of our hands. It’s perilous, but the quiet hilltops give us solace. Behind the unearthly mask of dangerous tribes and deadly predators, there’s something mystical about the place. You should see in time…” Hollering Dux to his side, you and Dana amble through thick shrubbery as the two locals hack at the amass of vines with their rigid sticks. Reverting from the purple hued division of the clammy jungle, you observe the vegetation becomes much greener, sun breaking through the towering emergents and washing over you and your loyal Gligar. Nonetheless, you keep a watchful eye for the hostile tribesmen… Time passes, and you become ever more edgy as swarms of Venonat and the occasional Ariados impede your walk with a menacing grimace. The monk shoes them away, but you can’t help wondering if something more threatening was to lie ahead. As the shrubbery begins to clear, more and more jagged moss-covered rocks begin to cluster your path, looking wayward you notice a steep hill slowly creeping into the magnificent Mount Eyrie. The noise of turbulence whistles from the peak to the foot of the mount, the occasional swarm of exotic Peraps and Tropius meandering through the tightly knit crevices. Bustling to scale the mountain and meet the amazing fliers, you take no time to scramble up the first layer of uneven terrain. Suddenly! An odd cry from beneath breaks your scramble, as you rotate you notice an odd looking Tangela sporting a wooden tribal mask. Turning to you gravely, the monk gives you a severe glance with his slit-like eyes. “That must be one of the native’s Pokemon! We need to shut that thing up!” Amidst the distinct uproar of the tiny shrub, you notice the man take no sign of action to Dux’s dismay, “I’m a strict pacifist, I’m afraid your own your own this time kid…”

Arc_Angel
9th April 2009, 7:04 PM
Lyanazia (between areas)

Arc Angel: Worried more about his appearance, the shiny Koffing puffs irately, steam blowing from all cavities as the purple prickles plaster his rubber hide. You ensure him not to dwell on his displeasure; he’d soon get his comeuppance even if the toxic frog was out of sight. Despite this he emits a silent grunt of cusses as the Croagunk bounded from tree to tree, causing an abundance of exotic fruits to drop in its wake. To some constellation you notice a lion's share of common berries drop wayward. Clusters of Oran, Cheri, Chesto, Pecha, Rawst, Aspear and Leppa berry amply disperse from the surrounding saplings. Being pummeled on the head by a rather oversized Pinap berry, Jericho cusses once more before bobbing above the hedges of shrubbery. With a birds-eye view, he listens out for the eerie croak of the purple toad and spits a barrage of eggs accordingly. Aimlessly breaking through the thick foliage, an muffled drone is heard as sections of the tree begin spontaneously exploding from the volley of bombs. The Croagunk suddenly plummets from the leafy vicinity, dropping to the floor in pain as a much club-like branch falls atop of him. Despite the hilarity the poisonous sack would find in the situation, he raises an eyebrow in noticing something from his newfound aptitude.

“Um, Stacey, I’m sensing a spot of bother coming our way. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a fire brigade in the vicinity?” Evidently mentioning the budding bushfire, you can’t help wondering how widespread it’d actually grown. Nonetheless, the nasty Croagunk breaks this chain of thought by ricocheting of trunk and meeting Jericho in mid-air. Grasping ahold of the unwary Koffing, he coils himself around the poisonous sphere and begins thumping him irately in efforts of revenge. Whimpering in ache, Jericho continues to wobble left and right, crashing into several broad trees before plummeting into the carpet of rigid vines. The aristocratic ball promptly tumbles free before spitting a spell of blue wisps at the toxic frog and ramming him with assurance. Blaring in pain as his waist bands catch fire, his yellow cheeks each swell to the volume of a beach ball as he projects a hard-boiled grimace.

Jericho was far from amused, he had come out here to protect his lady and ended up ruining his beautiful waistcoat, this sludge would take forever to get out. Inflating with rage Stacey managed to calm him down enough for him to concentrate on the battle. Yes he would get his revenge that way.

"That pathetic frog is going to pay" he growled his normally happy face contorted into a frown.

The Croagunk was agile and wasn't afraid to show this as it leapt from tree to tree knocking down a string of berries in its wake and Stacey contemplated grabbing a few later if they were still in one piece. Jericho cursed under his breath trying to get a lock on the Croagunk but it was shielding itself using the trees and he fumes in anger as a hard Pinap berry conks him on the head.

"Oh that is it, you're going DOWN" he yells powering up his attack. Still the words of his trainer rang through his mind as he focused on locating the frog and upon hearing its croaking breathing he spat out white balls of energy, the Egg Bombs impacting the tree and exploding knocking branches and leaves off. The Craogunk was unable to avoicd the mass of exploding eggs and it fell from the tree hitting the ground hard and crying in pain as a meaty branch crashed down upon it.

Jericho smirked at his success but suddenly turned his attention away from the Croagunk and looked to the distance.

“Um, Stacey, I’m sensing a spot of bother coming our way. You wouldn’t happen to have seen a fire brigade in the vicinity?” he says and Stacey spots the evergrowing bushfire, how had it gotten that close? It would soon reach them if they didn't hurry and she had only a few Pokemon with water-based attacks that would extinguish it. With the Koffing distracted Croagunk had pushed the branch from its body and leapt up grabbing onto him. Jericho's eyes widened in shock as the fighter. Stacey watched and winced as Jericho took a beating, Croagunk unleashing its revenge in a series of hard punches leaving a few dents and bruises and deflating his sack like form. Jericho was thrown back and loosing all co-ordination he crashed into a few trees before hitting the ground. Looking up his face drawn into a grimace he managed to hover again and breathes out eerie blue flames that ignite the frogs waistbands and surrounding himself in a dark aura he slammed into Crogunk Assuring him of damage.

Both Pokemon were looking worn and with the ever nearing fire Stacey had to act fast or they could be trapped in an inferno and it would not be pretty. Reaper had still yet to move and Stacey decided to move over to him to see why he had become so motionless. She needed him back, whatever had gripped him she would discover.

"Jericho we need to end this battle as fast as possible, we don't need to be around when that fire gets here. Give it another Psybeam before moving into a Dragon Rush; finally drop the temperatures with Blizzard." Happy that Jericho had his orders Stacey approached her Spiritomb.

Pearl's Perap
15th April 2009, 1:00 PM
Breezy Path:

Pearl's Perap: Your objective was no different, but now it required an excursion through the rigorous mountain ranges of Eyrie. With the holler of the ‘others’ steadily hushing, the senior clambers out of his pit with a duck-like bird in tow. You hadn’t noticed his partnered Farfetch’d, but then again you’d barely had time to absorb the scenery. “Me and my pal Dux know this Island like the back of our hands. It’s perilous, but the quiet hilltops give us solace. Behind the unearthly mask of dangerous tribes and deadly predators, there’s something mystical about the place. You should see in time…” Hollering Dux to his side, you and Dana amble through thick shrubbery as the two locals hack at the amass of vines with their rigid sticks. Reverting from the purple hued division of the clammy jungle, you observe the vegetation becomes much greener, sun breaking through the towering emergents and washing over you and your loyal Gligar. Nonetheless, you keep a watchful eye for the hostile tribesmen… Time passes, and you become ever more edgy as swarms of Venonat and the occasional Ariados impede your walk with a menacing grimace. The monk shoes them away, but you can’t help wondering if something more threatening was to lie ahead. As the shrubbery begins to clear, more and more jagged moss-covered rocks begin to cluster your path, looking wayward you notice a steep hill slowly creeping into the magnificent Mount Eyrie. The noise of turbulence whistles from the peak to the foot of the mount, the occasional swarm of exotic Peraps and Tropius meandering through the tightly knit crevices. Bustling to scale the mountain and meet the amazing fliers, you take no time to scramble up the first layer of uneven terrain. Suddenly! An odd cry from beneath breaks your scramble, as you rotate you notice an odd looking Tangela sporting a wooden tribal mask. Turning to you gravely, the monk gives you a severe glance with his slit-like eyes. “That must be one of the native’s Pokemon! We need to shut that thing up!” Amidst the distinct uproar of the tiny shrub, you notice the man take no sign of action to Dux’s dismay, “I’m a strict pacifist, I’m afraid your own your own this time kid…”


[Sorry about the late reply, Dux takes me back to R/B/Y :'}]

Having become properly acquainted with the monk and his apparent partner, Dux the Farfetch'd, the group began to make their way towards and into the dense jungle. As the colours changed from the bizarre purple to a lush green, foliage getting thicker and more beautiful the deeper they got, Zak smiled to himself. Despite the threat of the natives, he was honoured to have the chance to explore such a pristine location. As they walked, wild pokémon appeared at regular intervals, checking them out thoroughly. He thought that they mustn't recognize them as creatures, due to Zak being completely dressed and not in a loin cloth.

Breaking into the sunshine, Zak realizes that, from the sound and location, the four of them are now located at the foot of the very mountain he wanted to scale. Looking up to see Tropius gliding on the air currents and tiny Perap playfighting mid-air, his heart skipped a beat, this area was completely perfect. After pinching himself, Zak was brought back down to earth with a slam, before the four stood a Tangela wearing an odd mask. As the grass pokémon began making a commotion, the monk spoke up “That must be one of the native’s Pokemon! We need to shut that thing up!” As the man speaks, he turns away from the Farfetch'd who looks pumped to deal with the threat “I’m a strict pacifist, I’m afraid your own your own this time kid…”

"Typical. Alright, Dana, we've got another battle for you. Let's try a thunder wave, get that grass pokémon paralyzed. Once that has worked, if it does, follow it up with a wing attack, right to the mask section." Zak spoke quickly and as he did, the FlyScorpion pokémon nodded with each word, grinning from horn to horn, she seemed to enjoy battling and proving to her trainer that she was capable of taking on most threats.

atlantis_kid99
17th April 2009, 12:00 PM
Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: Standing upon the cloudy summit, you discern at the fact only one thing is keeping you from exploring the flowery patch of mythos. To your dismay, the dazzling doors remain tightly sealed as you endeavor unbolt them, padlocked by the thick vines snaking amid its lustrous bars. It’d take a greater deal of force to break through the gates, and with no other viable options you reach for a glossy red-white sphere snuggled somewhere on your person. Lightly pitching it before you, the Pokeball cracks open against the verdant earth with a luminous shimmer. Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a petite pony. Her tan coat glistens under her fiery mane as she releases a shrill nay. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Ember bobs her head between the golden bars, sampling the blades of lush grass in delight. Her eyes widen in surprise as the cheery Cherubi squeezes her nose playfully, almost forgetting the small berry Pokémon was still in your presence. Bobbing her head back up, the young Ponyta detects your somber disposition and grasps she’s been called upon for a much important undertaking than her morning graze. Ushering closer, she listens intently to your plan before gawking back at the towering archway. Looking up yourself at the tangling shrubbery your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a sound similar to a gas-fire igniting. Lowering your head you notice Ember’s mane combusted to almost twice its regular size. Eying up the bloomy vines, Ember scrapes his hoof against the earth before charging gallantly on route to the goldenrod entry. Leaping in mid-air, the valiant Ponyta hastily switches into a blazing flame wheel as she lunges in great momentum. Crashing into the fortified bars, the ball of inferno decelerates as it begins charring through the decades of foliage engulfing the gate. After a tense flash, you notice the vines give way and the golden gate thrust open with a thunderous creak. Unsure how long the doors would remain open, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Mystic Amply tip-toeing in tow. Dimming her firestorm, Ember bounds back onto her feet before taking a brief gallop of the nearby greenery. With Cherubi hurriedly giving your ankle a warm embrace, your ears suddenly prickle to a second clamorous screech. Revolving to source of the rasp, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping shut, the charred vines seamlessly coil through the golden bars once more, flourishing with blossoms as if completely untouched. Understandably eerie, but irrelevant in the presence of such perpetual whimsy. As the small but sociable Cherubi tours you around the vast prairie, you can’t help find yourself completely awe-shocked in such a magical ambiance. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few trees jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. Dropping on a cluster of trees, the dragon-like birds roosted peacefully, nevertheless a baby Swablu found its way to your assemblage. Tilting your head down to the flowery base, you notice the Swablu chirp inquisitively as it begins pecking the Cherubi on the brow. Unbeknown to the bird, the much lesser Cherubi was bawling for it to stop. Perhaps an intervention was in order to prevent the berry-like shrub falling victim to Mother Nature…


Valiantly Ember's Flame Wheel crashed upon the mystic gates, the inferno charring the vines black. Slowly the gates began to open, unveiling the splendour and fantasy-like landscape within. Unsure of how long they would stay open, quickly Nikki hurried in. Ember gave a joyful whinny upon sighting the rolling, lush hills, galloping forth and around the vicinity before slowing to a trot and urging her trainer impatiently forward, to which Nikki complied. A clamorous screech made her turn her head around, however, and she shivered to notice the soot-stricken vines heal before her very eyes, coiling back with a mystical force to bind the solid gold gates shut once more.

Cherubi gave a small cry at Nikki's feet, also urging her onwards as it darted around happily as Nikki's tour-guide to the fabled Garden of Iris. The view was utterly breathtaking as in every direction, there was nothing but a carpet of flourishing blossoms in full bloom, the endless expanse broken only by the occasional winding tree that opened itself under the gentle, ambiant rays of the sun. Of particular note there was a castle a long distance away, piquing Nikki's curiosity and also Ember's. "Isn't it amazing, Ember?" the girl asked the petite Ponyta. "Let's visit the castle after we explore a bit, I wonder how it could be here in such a lush and unexplored landscape..."

Pokemon also dotted the landscape. Many Buneary were spread amongst the grasses and blossoms, however as shy as they were they burrowed into the rich soil upon sight. A flock of flamboyant, elegantly plumed Chatot flew overhead with their distinctive calls, followed by a flock of the most beautiful and majestic Altaria Nikki had ever seen- they weren't rare, so to speak, but they could have been for all their grandeur. Swooping down in unison their claws outstretched to roost in some of the more tree-infested areas, but a stray Swablu found its way over to where Nikki was, chirping serenely.... wait, a Swablu?

Playfully it pecked Cherubi on the head as it regarded the bud with inquisitive eyes and kept right on pecking. The more dimunitive Cherubi was crying in pain as it cried for the bird to stop to no avail. Obviously some intervention was needed, as Ember cantered over to her side. She neighed anxiously.

"Okay um, Ember, try a light Swift attack to get Swablu's attention. Two if need be... Try not to hit Cherubi."

Emp
22nd April 2009, 5:20 PM
Lyanazia (Between Areas)

Arc Angel: Jericho nods gallantly at your next bout of orders, bobbing onward as you usher toward the immobile Reaper. You gaze across at the noxious expanse to notice the Croagunk shuddering in anticipation, revolving rearward and gazing intently at a view completely blocked by the morass of wildlife. His ability had come into play and by the looks of it danger was drawing ever closer. The cyan spurs expelled from Jerico had made quick work of the toad’s martial cloth, and the several bruised gashes clustering up the amphibians’ weary carcass created ever more chinks in his armour. The noxious frog makes a quick run for it, leaping upward in a shoddy attempt to flee. firmly bobbing in pursuit Jericho emits another psychodelic beam, the dazzling ray thumping into the toad’s back in mid-air, causing him to croak in pain and plummet into the overgrowth. Smirking confidently, the dazzling sack of air follows up his plucky assault with a pulse of draconic energy which suddenly spurs from his mouth and envelops the Croagunk in a violet and orange inferno. As the flares dissipate, the shiny Koffing prepares to finalise the skirmish only to find the toxic fighter barely twitching. He rolls downward, only to tumble back as the fatigued amphibian leaped to the rim of the forest opening and began savaging the plopped clusters of berries. Jericho’s circular face grows long as the pesky toad begins swallowing handfuls of Oran, Citrus and Leppa Berries. As the fruits sloshed about in his inflated cheeks, a healthy glow began to envelop the amphibian, his grazes fading and his appearance growing ever less fatigued. The three of you grow slightly irritated as the Croagunk regains what little health he had left in a matter of moments, the toad in hot pursuit for a hasty getaway. Although prepared to leave you in the thick of a nasty bushfire, the purple fighter is stopped in his tracks as Spiritomb shows movement. A murky arm forms from his purple entity as he releases a chilling bellow. Ripping forward the arm coils around the traumatised poison-type’s neck and lifts him feet into the air. Completely oblivious to why a sudden change in attitude had arose, you could only clap your ears as the keystone spirit blared stridently in its native tongue.

“Reaper seems to doubt how wild this clown actually is. Quite bizarre considering the toad’s outlandish behaviour”, Jericho chuckled. Exchanging a glance with the keystone spirit, you marvel on the validity of his accusations, and how he could ever identify a tamed Pokémon. Reaper however tightened his grimace, allowing the purple extension to further coil around the weary Croagunk. You can see a look of fear in the toad’s eyes as they begin to well up, his face growing ever paler as he gasps for air. Although you’re surely prepared to stop your fuming Spiritomb, he suddenly hurls the lifeless toad on the ground and releases a fierce war cry. Gagging and muffling, the mysterious Croagunk begins coughing up what you can only hope is a confession. Shuddering and rearing in sheer trauma, the wicked amphibian croaks desperately as Spiritomb bellows in retaliation. With no means of understanding the argument albeit the aggressive body gestures, you turn to your talking Koffing who seems all too entertained by the violent bickering.

“The frog belongs to a tribe of savages”, he blurts giddily, “apparently sent to incinerate this section of jungle and the tribe living in it”. Rather panicked at how devious the little imp was, you continue to watch it’s body signals only for it to switch back into a frantic disposition. Chuckling yet again, Jericho repeated his words for your benefit, “I can feel it! The firestorm is coming! It’s coming!” Reaper remained unfazed and grappled him once more, the frenzied frog easily wrestled to a stand still. Its eyes bulged as it shook its body furiously, emitting a ear-splitting groan in its wake. The hard-bitten Spiritomb merely snarled as the two engaged in another heated argument. This row seemed much longer than the previous, and you could make out by the hand gestures that the Croagunk was bargaining with its fiercer adversary.

“The clown seems to believe we’ll be dead in no time if he doesn’t save us”, the sack uttered with a sceptical brow. Surely bargaining with the evil cretin was a waste of time, but with the occasional aroma of smouldering trees and distant crackles it seemed as though you had little alternative. Panting desperately for air as Spiritomb’s gripper retracts into his swirly corpse, the Croagunk bops his shameful head upwards for your assessment.

Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: With the elder step rearward and leaving the dirty work for you, it almost feels as though fate wasn’t on your side today. Gripping onto his kendo stick with sheer determination, you could tell by Dux’ hardened grimace he was eager to scrap. The suck looked a sturdy adversary, and it was ever more bleak knowing his master’s values would relieve him of some much needed action. Slumping downhill a set of moss covered boulders, you face the morass of shrubbery with the plucky Dana amply in tow. Her serrated lobster claws clap eagerly as the overgrown Tangela jigs up and down frenziedly. The tribal Pokémon continues by blaring and extends its many interweaved lianas in a peacock-esc stance and juts forward irately. Sighting you and your winged chum as trespassers of its stick-in-the-mud outpost, the Tangela’s saucer-like eyes welting with fury despite being masked by the tribal plank. Beaming at another chance to boast her battling skills, the small Gligar hastily wheels ahead of you and flails her pincers at the foe. In response the mangled shrub takes little time to loop Dana’s arms in a duo of thick blue vines before tightly constricting its hold. Tightening its coil as Dana squeals in pain, the little menace is shocked to see a yellow orb shape affront the scorpion’s jaws. Wrenching slightly from the grasping molestation, Dana bobs her head to shoot the wave of thunder directly into the stack vines. Sparks begin to crackle up and down the weary Tangela, causing its appendages to flop lifelessly and release the Dana who promptly hovers rearward. With the tribal warrior tumbling like a sap, the smiles deviously before swooping wayward in a full-blow wing attack! Dana’s flappers suddenly switch a shimmering white as they stiffen and fortify, ramming Tangela in the face and causing a chip in its primeval mask. Shaking and wailing in pain, the shrub instantly jumps upward and begins scratching at the gravelly base with its odd red sneakers. Partially submerging its feet in the nutritious soil, the Tangela bobs cheerfully as its roots suck up some much-needed minerals. Finalizing with a nasty energy ball, the Tangela chuckles cunningly as Gligar tumbles upward from a bombshell of an assault...

Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: You continue to swivel in awe at the colossal Island somehow perched within the fluffy clouds of the tropical atoll. The appealing blooms sporting a plethora of summery colours gently swayed in the breeze as the abundance of wildlife enjoyed their delicious aroma. The fairytale backlot even boasted a majestic palace jutted less than an hour from your position. The several spiralling towers climbing from its exquisite focal point were more than enough to pique your interest. Nonetheless, you would take a well-paced exploration of the heavenly prairie, your budding little escort ecstatically ahead. As you cheerfully amble over the lush hills, you take a fresh whiff of the summery ambiance, Ember gallantly trotting ahead and Mystic swaying elegantly through the bed of flours. All seemed at peace with the earth until a flock of draconic birds shied ever too close. Perching in the treetops for a much-deserved roost, the flock were unbeknownst that one of there bubba had strayed from the heard. Meeting with your assorted numbers, the Swablu blissfully chirps and inquisitively plucks at the tiny Cherrim. This all seems fun and games until the small bud begins welling in pain as the dove continues to obliviously hack at the tiny plant. Sighing at your first roadblock in the serene locale, you send forth a bout of orders to the fiery pony in hopes of warding off the miniature Swablu. Neighing in reply, Ember charmingly trots wayward before blowing a light flurry of yellow stars at the unmindful bubba. Despite the swift assault being fairly weakened, the glittery shapes splash onto the blue birds face, causing it to plop on its bottom. A sudden bout of tears ensues as the baby Swablu chirps as loud as possible (which isn’t loud at all), causing Ember to shy back in a mix of guilt and embarrassment. Although unsure what to do about the situation, you find your chain of thought abruptly halted by a twosome of raging parents. The mother of the herd caws furiously, considering you and your ragtag band some sort of poaching team. The papa of the species however takes no time to warden a dazzling dragon breath, the purple inferno downing upon Mystic, causing him to yelp in pain...

Pearl's Perap
22nd April 2009, 5:45 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: With the elder step rearward and leaving the dirty work for you, it almost feels as though fate wasn’t on your side today. Gripping onto his kendo stick with sheer determination, you could tell by Dux’ hardened grimace he was eager to scrap. The suck looked a sturdy adversary, and it was ever more bleak knowing his master’s values would relieve him of some much needed action. Slumping downhill a set of moss covered boulders, you face the morass of shrubbery with the plucky Dana amply in tow. Her serrated lobster claws clap eagerly as the overgrown Tangela jigs up and down frenziedly. The tribal Pokémon continues by blaring and extends its many interweaved lianas in a peacock-esc stance and juts forward irately. Sighting you and your winged chum as trespassers of its stick-in-the-mud outpost, the Tangela’s saucer-like eyes welting with fury despite being masked by the tribal plank. Beaming at another chance to boast her battling skills, the small Gligar hastily wheels ahead of you and flails her pincers at the foe. In response the mangled shrub takes little time to loop Dana’s arms in a duo of thick blue vines before tightly constricting its hold. Tightening its coil as Dana squeals in pain, the little menace is shocked to see a yellow orb shape affront the scorpion’s jaws. Wrenching slightly from the grasping molestation, Dana bobs her head to shoot the wave of thunder directly into the stack vines. Sparks begin to crackle up and down the weary Tangela, causing its appendages to flop lifelessly and release the Dana who promptly hovers rearward. With the tribal warrior tumbling like a sap, the smiles deviously before swooping wayward in a full-blow wing attack! Dana’s flappers suddenly switch a shimmering white as they stiffen and fortify, ramming Tangela in the face and causing a chip in its primeval mask. Shaking and wailing in pain, the shrub instantly jumps upward and begins scratching at the gravelly base with its odd red sneakers. Partially submerging its feet in the nutritious soil, the Tangela bobs cheerfully as its roots suck up some much-needed minerals. Finalizing with a nasty energy ball, the Tangela chuckles cunningly as Gligar tumbles upward from a bombshell of an assault...

[I can never write much for battle posts, shame o:]

Zak watched on as the tussle between the two little pokémon began. He grinned to himself as both of the Gligar's attacks landed well on her foe and, as he did so, he was already formulating a plan of action for the following round. Glancing over to Dux and his master, he turned back to the FlyScorpion and the mass of blue vines that was her opponent, "Nice work, girl." He gave his signature thumbs up to Dana before uttering a quick burst of commands.

"Let's try out your newly learned Night Slash, follow that up by flying a little higher and using Metronome. It's always fun seeing what comes from that attack..." Zak chuckled as his partner quickly began getting to work on attacking the Tangela. As she did, he turned back to the monk and his partner, "Pacifist or not, pokémon battles are really quite fun, so long as you handle the matter courteously and in a safe manner." As he spoke, he noticed the Farfetch'd's eyes lit up for a split second...

Emp
26th April 2009, 8:30 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Dun worry, so long as it reaches four lines it's good in my book. RNGing for Metronome is fun, and worked our quite well in this case ^-^

“You will never understand, stranger”, the dark robed man replies, “It’s not about fun, fighting only leads to more trouble, it’s barbaric. Now hurry up so we can move on”. Although sieving in vein of the man’s beliefs, he had a point. You needed to finish things fast and begin your scale. It was anyone’s guess where the ranger had gotten too, but the more time spent dillydallying could prove fatal to your gruff comrade. Likewise to you, the Farfetch’d also seemed a bit irked over his anti-violence lifestyle; Dux knew he could make quick work of the tangled shrub. If only things were as simple, it was up to Dana to hush the Tribe’s runt of a follower. Although the flying scorpion had dealt some pretty harsh blows in the opening quarters, the two hardened adversaries had seemed to have met a stalemate as the Tangela drew nutrients from the soil to soothe its wounds and grazes. Still, you usher forth another bout of commands in hopes of heating things up and grabbing an early lead.

Hastily lunging forward with a beaming grin, Dana’s claws glow a strange aura as black as night. Lifting her pincers above her head as she looms closer to the squealing shrub, whom is tightly anchored to the floor in tandem with a nasty ailment. Gligar then grins and slashes the claws downward as they buffet into the pokemon’s mask and nearly rip its roots from the ground as it tumbles rearward. Bellowing once more, it amply retaliates by jigging up and down, its greenish vines wafting a flurry of golden dust which quickly washes upon Dana. Yellow sparks promptly cover the winged Pokémon as the attack manages to successfully inflict paralysis. Although her wing muscles where far too stiff for her to ascend, she painstakingly manages to flail her pincers in the poise of a metronome. The tips of the pincers suddenly shimmer a bright white, a haphazard attack quick to ensue. Rock Tomb! Out opf the blue, the mossy earth around Tangela begins to shake to its dismay. The attack working to your advantage, a cluster of boulders suddenly shot from all corners of the rocky terrain, fencing the tangled shrub.

“We should leave whilst we have the chance”, the monk calls. Yes, you’d managed to buy some time with the tomb of rocks, but Dana was doing superb, and could no doubt finish things – growing stronger in the process. It was his values against yours, what will you do?

Pearl's Perap
26th April 2009, 9:30 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Dun worry, so long as it reaches four lines it's good in my book. RNGing for Metronome is fun, and worked our quite well in this case ^-^

“You will never understand, stranger”, the dark robed man replies, “It’s not about fun, fighting only leads to more trouble, it’s barbaric. Now hurry up so we can move on”. Although sieving in vein of the man’s beliefs, he had a point. You needed to finish things fast and begin your scale. It was anyone’s guess where the ranger had gotten too, but the more time spent dillydallying could prove fatal to your gruff comrade. Likewise to you, the Farfetch’d also seemed a bit irked over his anti-violence lifestyle; Dux knew he could make quick work of the tangled shrub. If only things were as simple, it was up to Dana to hush the Tribe’s runt of a follower. Although the flying scorpion had dealt some pretty harsh blows in the opening quarters, the two hardened adversaries had seemed to have met a stalemate as the Tangela drew nutrients from the soil to soothe its wounds and grazes. Still, you usher forth another bout of commands in hopes of heating things up and grabbing an early lead.

Hastily lunging forward with a beaming grin, Dana’s claws glow a strange aura as black as night. Lifting her pincers above her head as she looms closer to the squealing shrub, whom is tightly anchored to the floor in tandem with a nasty ailment. Gligar then grins and slashes the claws downward as they buffet into the pokemon’s mask and nearly rip its roots from the ground as it tumbles rearward. Bellowing once more, it amply retaliates by jigging up and down, its greenish vines wafting a flurry of golden dust which quickly washes upon Dana. Yellow sparks promptly cover the winged Pokémon as the attack manages to successfully inflict paralysis. Although her wing muscles where far too stiff for her to ascend, she painstakingly manages to flail her pincers in the poise of a metronome. The tips of the pincers suddenly shimmer a bright white, a haphazard attack quick to ensue. Rock Tomb! Out opf the blue, the mossy earth around Tangela begins to shake to its dismay. The attack working to your advantage, a cluster of boulders suddenly shot from all corners of the rocky terrain, fencing the tangled shrub.

“We should leave whilst we have the chance”, the monk calls. Yes, you’d managed to buy some time with the tomb of rocks, but Dana was doing superb, and could no doubt finish things – growing stronger in the process. It was his values against yours, what will you do?


Having recieved some rather wise words from the elder, Zak was actually pleased to see the Tangela trapped between the unexpected tomb of rocks that the odd metronome attack had conjured up. As the wisened old man suggested they move on, his previous words rang loud in Zak's mind, "Okay, I completely agree, this Tangela is merely one of these tribespeople's pokémon, we need to get out of this area and find mine and Dana's companion..."

With his words, Dana gave her trainer a rather confused look, he wanted to give her the oppurtunity to evolve very much and she knew that. However, now they had the chance to make the FlyScorpion stronger, Zak was choosing to back down. As the boy noticed the disheartened Gligar, he chuckled, "It's the right thing to do, you will get your chance to shine, girl." As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up and grinned towards the pokémon, who in turn smiled from ear to ear. With his decision made, Zak turned back to the old man once more, "Now we've got the chance to make pace, are you going to lead us around this foliage? Jungle exploration isn't exactly my forté..."

atlantis_kid99
27th April 2009, 12:46 PM
Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: You continue to swivel in awe at the colossal Island somehow perched within the fluffy clouds of the tropical atoll. The appealing blooms sporting a plethora of summery colours gently swayed in the breeze as the abundance of wildlife enjoyed their delicious aroma. The fairytale backlot even boasted a majestic palace jutted less than an hour from your position. The several spiralling towers climbing from its exquisite focal point were more than enough to pique your interest. Nonetheless, you would take a well-paced exploration of the heavenly prairie, your budding little escort ecstatically ahead. As you cheerfully amble over the lush hills, you take a fresh whiff of the summery ambiance, Ember gallantly trotting ahead and Mystic swaying elegantly through the bed of flours. All seemed at peace with the earth until a flock of draconic birds shied ever too close. Perching in the treetops for a much-deserved roost, the flock were unbeknownst that one of there bubba had strayed from the heard. Meeting with your assorted numbers, the Swablu blissfully chirps and inquisitively plucks at the tiny Cherrim. This all seems fun and games until the small bud begins welling in pain as the dove continues to obliviously hack at the tiny plant. Sighing at your first roadblock in the serene locale, you send forth a bout of orders to the fiery pony in hopes of warding off the miniature Swablu. Neighing in reply, Ember charmingly trots wayward before blowing a light flurry of yellow stars at the unmindful bubba. Despite the swift assault being fairly weakened, the glittery shapes splash onto the blue birds face, causing it to plop on its bottom. A sudden bout of tears ensues as the baby Swablu chirps as loud as possible (which isn’t loud at all), causing Ember to shy back in a mix of guilt and embarrassment. Although unsure what to do about the situation, you find your chain of thought abruptly halted by a twosome of raging parents. The mother of the herd caws furiously, considering you and your ragtag band some sort of poaching team. The papa of the species however takes no time to warden a dazzling dragon breath, the purple inferno downing upon Mystic, causing him to yelp in pain...


Ember trotted forward meekly, uncertain as to the best course of action. Nonetheless, a greatly weakened dose of Swift stars rained on and around Swablu. However the result was far more than any of them had expected; a small plop! was heard as Swablu landed roughly on its rear.

"Bluuuu!" it chirped in a sudden torrent of tears, and as quiet as its cries were, Nikki suddenly felt a sense of anxiety of the consequences to follow- attacking was probably a slightly too drastic course of action. Ember shied back, head lowered doubtfully as she whinnied her apologies to the blue bird. A fierce cawing broke their trains of thought, as they looked up to see two Altaria regarding them disdainfully and angrily, what Nikki presumed to be the mother of the bird was furiously voicing her anger, whereas the father didn't hesitate to lash out at Mystic in a dazzling dose of Dragonbreath.

Oh crap, I forgot about the parents... Nikki thought. Ember looked still apologetic but miffed at the parents' sudden outburst as she advanced one or two steps; Nikki placed a hand on the Ponyta's back as she stepped forward. "I'm sorry for accidentally hurting your child... I was trying to get Swablu's attention since Swablu was hurting Cherubi here," she gestured towards the petite bud Pokemon, "but I think I may have ordered slightly too strong an attack. Honestly, I didn't mean it." she said as she trailed off, casting a glance at Mystic for support. Hopefully the baby Swablu's parents would understand.

Arc_Angel
27th April 2009, 8:45 PM
Lyanazia (Between Areas)

Arc Angel: Jericho nods gallantly at your next bout of orders, bobbing onward as you usher toward the immobile Reaper. You gaze across at the noxious expanse to notice the Croagunk shuddering in anticipation, revolving rearward and gazing intently at a view completely blocked by the morass of wildlife. His ability had come into play and by the looks of it danger was drawing ever closer. The cyan spurs expelled from Jerico had made quick work of the toad’s martial cloth, and the several bruised gashes clustering up the amphibians’ weary carcass created ever more chinks in his armour. The noxious frog makes a quick run for it, leaping upward in a shoddy attempt to flee. firmly bobbing in pursuit Jericho emits another psychodelic beam, the dazzling ray thumping into the toad’s back in mid-air, causing him to croak in pain and plummet into the overgrowth. Smirking confidently, the dazzling sack of air follows up his plucky assault with a pulse of draconic energy which suddenly spurs from his mouth and envelops the Croagunk in a violet and orange inferno. As the flares dissipate, the shiny Koffing prepares to finalise the skirmish only to find the toxic fighter barely twitching. He rolls downward, only to tumble back as the fatigued amphibian leaped to the rim of the forest opening and began savaging the plopped clusters of berries. Jericho’s circular face grows long as the pesky toad begins swallowing handfuls of Oran, Citrus and Leppa Berries. As the fruits sloshed about in his inflated cheeks, a healthy glow began to envelop the amphibian, his grazes fading and his appearance growing ever less fatigued. The three of you grow slightly irritated as the Croagunk regains what little health he had left in a matter of moments, the toad in hot pursuit for a hasty getaway. Although prepared to leave you in the thick of a nasty bushfire, the purple fighter is stopped in his tracks as Spiritomb shows movement. A murky arm forms from his purple entity as he releases a chilling bellow. Ripping forward the arm coils around the traumatised poison-type’s neck and lifts him feet into the air. Completely oblivious to why a sudden change in attitude had arose, you could only clap your ears as the keystone spirit blared stridently in its native tongue.

“Reaper seems to doubt how wild this clown actually is. Quite bizarre considering the toad’s outlandish behaviour”, Jericho chuckled. Exchanging a glance with the keystone spirit, you marvel on the validity of his accusations, and how he could ever identify a tamed Pokémon. Reaper however tightened his grimace, allowing the purple extension to further coil around the weary Croagunk. You can see a look of fear in the toad’s eyes as they begin to well up, his face growing ever paler as he gasps for air. Although you’re surely prepared to stop your fuming Spiritomb, he suddenly hurls the lifeless toad on the ground and releases a fierce war cry. Gagging and muffling, the mysterious Croagunk begins coughing up what you can only hope is a confession. Shuddering and rearing in sheer trauma, the wicked amphibian croaks desperately as Spiritomb bellows in retaliation. With no means of understanding the argument albeit the aggressive body gestures, you turn to your talking Koffing who seems all too entertained by the violent bickering.

“The frog belongs to a tribe of savages”, he blurts giddily, “apparently sent to incinerate this section of jungle and the tribe living in it”. Rather panicked at how devious the little imp was, you continue to watch it’s body signals only for it to switch back into a frantic disposition. Chuckling yet again, Jericho repeated his words for your benefit, “I can feel it! The firestorm is coming! It’s coming!” Reaper remained unfazed and grappled him once more, the frenzied frog easily wrestled to a stand still. Its eyes bulged as it shook its body furiously, emitting a ear-splitting groan in its wake. The hard-bitten Spiritomb merely snarled as the two engaged in another heated argument. This row seemed much longer than the previous, and you could make out by the hand gestures that the Croagunk was bargaining with its fiercer adversary.

“The clown seems to believe we’ll be dead in no time if he doesn’t save us”, the sack uttered with a sceptical brow. Surely bargaining with the evil cretin was a waste of time, but with the occasional aroma of smouldering trees and distant crackles it seemed as though you had little alternative. Panting desperately for air as Spiritomb’s gripper retracts into his swirly corpse, the Croagunk bops his shameful head upwards for your assessment.

Jericho had his attack orders and with him occupying Croagunk she flet confident enough to approach Reaper. Casting a wary eye at the frog one last time she ran over to the Spiritomb's position laying a hand on his Keystone trying to arose him from his stupor.

Jericho grinned at the Croagunk despite the damage he had taken, this pathetic little assclown was not going to beat him, that was for sure. Croagunk began to shudder and Jericho's grin widened wondering if the frog had realised it was in trouble but as his trainer looked across she sensed that something else was causing the movement. It appeared to be almost anticipating something, a close danger perhaps? Had the fire caught up to them that quickly? Was that it? Looking around she saw that the surrounding forest was still intact, perhaps she had read it wrong.

Croagunk began to flee leaping up into the trees to escape but Jericho was too quick for him, firing another Psybeam right into its back making it scream in pain and loose its footing and plummet to the ground. Not ready to end the pain Jericho hovered closer drawing draconic energy around his sac-like form concentrating it before his mouth and 'spitting' the Dragon Pulse out the ball of fire crashing into Croagunk drawing more gasps of agony from the battered frog. Waiting for the embers to die down Jericho hovered near his prey ready to strike stopping as he sees no movement from it. Was that it? Pitiful! Hovering closer for a proper analysis he grunted in annoyance when the frog rolls away then leaping to the stash of berries that had dropped from the trees forcing as many into its mouth as possible filling its cheeks to absurd proportions. Jericho was beyond shocked right now observing with a gaping mouth as the frog chewed down its meal replenishing its health.

"You cheating little ****" he muttered angrily ready to attack again, Stacey sharing the sentiment as she saw the battle revert to its beginnings; they didn't have time for this. Croagunk, the remnents of berry juice dripping down its chin gave the trio one last look before attempting to make a hasty retreat ... but an attempt was all it got chance for. Suddenly Reaper's misty form spiked and a purple line streaked towards the frog a fist forming on the end and wrapping around the Pokemon'd throat ... tightly!

"Reaper ..." Stacey whispered awed by his speed and confused by his sudden action. Why had he remained silent so long only to act now? The silence was broken by a mixture of voices melding into one along with whispers and screams as Reaper spoke, through it all Stacey could make out one emotion: anger.

“Reaper seems to doubt how wild this clown actually is. Quite bizarre considering the toad’s outlandish behaviour”, Jericho translated, Stacey still befuzzled how well she understood the Koffing, more than some of her others but what did he mean by how wild the Croagunk was? Did it have a trainer? If so why was it randomly attacking travellers through this forest? Stacey glanced at Reaper wondering where he got that idea from, could all Pokemon sense things like this? It wasn't as if it was wearing a collar or a sign saying "Don't try catching me, you'll waste a Pokemon. I already have an owner" Reaper's look of anger increased to rage as his fist tightened around Croagunk's throat making it gasp for air and causing Stacey to wince. He didn't show any signs of stopping his assault on the frogs trachea and Stacey was about to step in not ready to have a death on her hands, or Reapers this early in their journey together when he gave a shrieking war cry, the 108 voices melding together to sound like an army, before launching the frog away letting it recover, breathing the much needed oxygen into its lungs.

Scrambling away in fear the frog began to chatter in its native tongue, a rushed monologue escaping its lips as its eyes remained fixed on the 'mad' Spiritomb. Reaper had heard enough of this creature and retorted back leaving Stacey more than confused as Jericho observed it all with amusement, a smirk on his lips. She turned to him for a translation and he was more than happy to oblige just to hear the sound of his own voice.

“The frog belongs to a tribe of savages”, he blurts giddily, “apparently sent to incinerate this section of jungle and the tribe living in it”. Her eyes narrowing dangerously she observed the frog with a look akin to her dark creature. Jericho repeated his warning from before and Reaper grappled with the frog once more esily pinning it down as it whined in pain and fear. With its story not having earned it enough points to gain its release it began to bargin with Reaper, or so Stacey gathered from its hands gestures and pleading tone of voice.

“The clown seems to believe we’ll be dead in no time if he doesn’t save us”, Jericho added snorting not believing a word the 'assclown' spoke of. Stacey wanted nothing to do with such attrocious beings that would set about the destruction of an entire forest and its inhabitants but ... with the bushfire growing ever closer and no way to escpe it without a trained guide what choice did she have? Croagunk lifted its guilty gaze up to meet the human's stony one shrinking back at the look in her eyes. Stacey growled in frustration, she felt choiceless ... but at least they had leverage. Standing up to her full height she approached the frog glarring daggers at it.

"You and your kind are despicable," not knowing if it would understand her but surely it would catch the disgust in her voice. "If it wasn't for the fact that we're lost in this jungle I wouldn't be agreeing with a pathetic creature liek you." she paused look back to Reaper and Jericho. "Lead us to safety then Croagunk, and if you should do the opposite believe me your death would be much slower and far more painful that ours." She finished calmly before turning away. "Jericho translate if it can't unstand a good threat and Reaper ... keep it on a tight leash, very tight if you sense deception," she instructed the Spiritomb already forming his fist again.

Emp
28th April 2009, 10:50 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “I’m proud of you kid”, A cheery grin fills the man’s face as he offers you a firm shake, “I’m brother Abaddon by the way, I don’t think I caught your name”. Pausing at that thought, the man revolved and gave a distant glimpse to the soaring Mount Eyrie. The avian structure was the focal point of the range, nestled between a cluster of equally nasty peaks it seemed the journey may be long and perilous. Still, if the elder was as accustom to the Island as he said he was, your expedition to the monastery wouldn’t be as knotty. Relieving your head of these thoughts, you peer across to the moss-ridden battlefield, the partially paralysed Dana ushering to your side whilst trying to stretch off his locked muscles.

“Now I think we should get going before the native’s notice this scallywag is missing”, he chuckles amidst the high-pitched squeals echoing from the rock formation. With that, you usher coo Gligar to follow and amble in tow of the monk elder. With no time to spare, you begin clambering up the jagged terrain once more, your hardened colleague groaning as he lifts himself up the rubble-ridden slope. With the bumpy terrain making no odds for the two fliers, Dux busily flapped to your left with its worn stick of bamboo lodged tightly in his bill. Dana on the other hand gently drifted to your right, allowing the soft torrents flowing up the mass to give her some momentum. An hour of uncomfortable silence passes with not a great deal to see as you groan over the jagged slopes. The occasional Geodude and Nosepass scuttles by, although you no less every your gaze back to the peak of the mount. Glancing over at Brother Abaddon, who was now a few paces ahead of you, you notice him clambering over the final inch of rocky gradient. Staggering up the hill to catch up, you tumble onto flat land to notice an amazing vista. What you had suspected to be a lone mountain was coupled by hundreds of others, gallantly filling the breezy horizon. Nonetheless, which way to go from this mountain-edge was anyone’s guess as three man-made tracks extended from your pose. You were approached by the classic “fork in the road” scenario, with neither of the three trails seeming just as alluring as the other. As you leaned to your left, you noticed the expanse growing ever more mossy and verdant. It seemed like another blanket of greenery had downed itself on the leftern most mountains, perhaps due to the warm suntrap they coyly sat beneath. To your right stood a range of weathered chasm, possibly taking inspiration from Delibird Ridge. A flock of Staraptor valiantly gushed past and neatly meandered through the rocky gaps amplifying the canyon’s birdie aura. To your central direction stood one of the smaller mountains of the craggy range, its rise was seamlessly vertical; meaning an aptitude for rock climbing would certainly be needed. The monk shrugs, as if to donate each route would be as broad as long.

What will you do?

Garden of Iris

Atlantis Kid: Both you and your valiant steed sigh in angst as the birdie’s blubbering drowns out the sensational vibe of Iris’ garden. It started to feel as though attacking the bubba was a big mistake, even with such a soft blast of swift. With this in mind, the parental caws of two draconic birds only escalate the daunting situation. Parking their large blue talons into the verdant earth, each giant swan squawks in a maternal frenzy, the latter of the Altaria breathing a gasp of purple wisps which promptly singed your feeble Kirlia. A heavy lump grows in your thought as you nervously brush against Embers flickering mane. With the usually gorgeous avian each leering you down with a hellish gaze, you wonder if your desperate plea would go down well. Nonetheless, you usher forward and string together a heartfelt apology. Gesturing toward the blooming shrub, who was wiping the tears from its cheeks, you explain how you where merely defending your chirpy guide. Things had got out of hand. That was all.

The dragons pause for a moment, leaving you with a reassuring feeling you had just avoided what would be a knotty encounter. It seemed your best bet to shy away from the bird flock, opting to quietly scurry into the nearby woodland as they nestled their injured bubba. Suddenly! The papa Altaria caws irately upon noting your movements, thrusting wayward and pecking Mystic with its razor-sharp beak. Dropping to the floor like a rag-doll, the undersized Kirlia emits an irked whimper before hopping back to his feet in wait of your orders. No matter how blameworthy you felt, this skirmish seemed like one you couldn’t talk your way out of...

The Tree Forts

Arc Angel: As the insane events flashed before you, you weren’t sure who to believe, who you could trust, or what to do next. Judging by the welling scowl of fear growing in the throttled toad, it seemed a safe bet that perilous danger was imminent. This only fed your frenzy of disgust for the devious ‘assclown’. Your hardened Conrad, Reaper, seems much less willing to trust the noxious frog. How he’d known of Croagunk’s tameness was something you couldn’t understand: perhaps he did glow with a certain aura which humans were oblivious to, perhaps the Gunk Shot assault from the opening quarters sealed this suspicion, seen as the powerful technique was only adapted to a tamed Pokémon. Whether he’d been hustling you from the start was meaningless at this stage, you had no time to spare and pairing with the poisonous fighter seemed your only choice. You’d reluctantly accept his plea, nonetheless a large lump of suspicion growing in your throat. Although your comeback couldn’t have been less threatening, an eerie smile flickers upon the amphibians face. He grovels closer as if ready to grovel at your feet for sparing his pathetic life, nonetheless halted in his tracks by a nerve-racking grimace from the face of Reaper.

“Croowwww!” he ribbets with chipper, hopping to his hind-legs and gesturing you out of the opening. His odd behaviour is matched with a threesome of raised eyebrows, Spiritomb no less wrapping a foggy noose around his collar. Fully leashed like the animal he was, the clown proceeds to trudge into the tangled shrubbery with the three of you in tow. As you and your assorted troop scramble over the vine-ridden terrain, which was seamlessly unlevelled with bug-made burrows, you keep a keen eye on your surroundings. There wasn’t a blaze in sight, not a whiff of smouldering flora, nothing. You’d all seen it with your own eyes; perhaps the malicious little toad had taken you another direction in hopes of escaping the overpowering bonfire. Reaper’s grip amply tightened, Croagunk groaning in response before upping his pace.

A few moments pass, and the signs of a natural disaster become ever more blunt. Overhead a flock of panicky Chatot busy flutter in the opposing direction, the exotic macaws no doubt at a loss for a home. Below you cringe slightly as a few families of Nincada and Venonat franticly scuttle past, brushing across your legs in their wake. A sudden flicker chills the air, your ears prickling in its direction. A rancid odour of smog fills the ambiance as a thick black layers itself above. A few moments pass and you find the air growing tighter as you draw closer to the blazing foliage. Why did noxious amphibian want to take you so close? Was he that bent on revenge he would sacrifice his own life? The tension grows ever stronger until broken by the daunting scream of an infantile primate.

“Aiipaaaa!!” your mob instantly ready for the cries’ bearing, although the plucky Croagunk no less tugs against his lead much to Reaper’s rage. Droning in protest, Croagunk seems insistent on ignoring the wailing monkey and leading you wayward. It doesn’t take much struggle for the pitiless phantom however, promptly tightening his grip and tugging him along the forest undergrowth like a ragdoll. Meandering through the mammoth tree roots, you amply cover your face as the black smoulder becomes increasingly condensed. Bobbing your head upward, you gape in disbelief as a huddle tree-houses connected by rope ladder are completely ablaze! The flares flickered and flourished wildly as they ripped apart the section of forest. Barely dangling onto a blistering tree branch with its tiny appendage, a squealing Aipom bubba flails and wails franticly as it attempts to stay gripped. Barely dangling over fifty foot above you and your motley crew, the fall certainly seemed staggering.

What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
29th April 2009, 2:01 AM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “I’m proud of you kid”, A cheery grin fills the man’s face as he offers you a firm shake, “I’m brother Abaddon by the way, I don’t think I caught your name”. Pausing at that thought, the man revolved and gave a distant glimpse to the soaring Mount Eyrie. The avian structure was the focal point of the range, nestled between a cluster of equally nasty peaks it seemed the journey may be long and perilous. Still, if the elder was as accustom to the Island as he said he was, your expedition to the monastery wouldn’t be as knotty. Relieving your head of these thoughts, you peer across to the moss-ridden battlefield, the partially paralysed Dana ushering to your side whilst trying to stretch off his locked muscles.

“Now I think we should get going before the native’s notice this scallywag is missing”, he chuckles amidst the high-pitched squeals echoing from the rock formation. With that, you usher coo Gligar to follow and amble in tow of the monk elder. With no time to spare, you begin clambering up the jagged terrain once more, your hardened colleague groaning as he lifts himself up the rubble-ridden slope. With the bumpy terrain making no odds for the two fliers, Dux busily flapped to your left with its worn stick of bamboo lodged tightly in his bill. Dana on the other hand gently drifted to your right, allowing the soft torrents flowing up the mass to give her some momentum. An hour of uncomfortable silence passes with not a great deal to see as you groan over the jagged slopes. The occasional Geodude and Nosepass scuttles by, although you no less every your gaze back to the peak of the mount. Glancing over at Brother Abaddon, who was now a few paces ahead of you, you notice him clambering over the final inch of rocky gradient. Staggering up the hill to catch up, you tumble onto flat land to notice an amazing vista. What you had suspected to be a lone mountain was coupled by hundreds of others, gallantly filling the breezy horizon. Nonetheless, which way to go from this mountain-edge was anyone’s guess as three man-made tracks extended from your pose. You were approached by the classic “fork in the road” scenario, with neither of the three trails seeming just as alluring as the other. As you leaned to your left, you noticed the expanse growing ever more mossy and verdant. It seemed like another blanket of greenery had downed itself on the leftern most mountains, perhaps due to the warm suntrap they coyly sat beneath. To your right stood a range of weathered chasm, possibly taking inspiration from Delibird Ridge. A flock of Staraptor valiantly gushed past and neatly meandered through the rocky gaps amplifying the canyon’s birdie aura. To your central direction stood one of the smaller mountains of the craggy range, its rise was seamlessly vertical; meaning an aptitude for rock climbing would certainly be needed. The monk shrugs, as if to donate each route would be as broad as long.

What will you do?

Having made the decision to leave the area quickly, the enraged Tangela's noises still completely apparent behind Zak and the monk, clearly alarming any nearby natives to come to its rescue. With a quick shake of hands and a mark of respect for Zak, the monk spoke, "I'm brother Abaddon by the way, I don’t think I caught your name." Having realized he hadn't acquainted himself and Dana properly, the boy rubbed the back of his head, "I'm Zak, pleased to meet you. This here is my Gligar, Dana." With the proper greetings over, the four figures dipped into the undergrowth. After a while of climbing, both flying types flapping nearby, Father Abaddon comes to a stop, having reached the top of the formation.

From where the group were standing, three very different looking but clearly apparent paths lay before them. To the left was more lush undergrowth, the foliage still retaining its wonderous beauty despite the location. In front was another precarious looking mountain, not the nicest of routes. However, it was the right that caught Zak's attention the most. To their right was a shadowy chasm. Despite this, the boy chose the location in an instant. It reminded him of the location in the Cloud Garden where he had first met the companion he was with now. "Dana, how about we take the right path? Kinda reminds me of the Delibird Ridge, where I first met you." As the boy spoke, the Gligar's face lit up, clearly pleased by his choice.

"Looks like that's settled then, if you and Dux are okay, Father Abaddon?" Zak smiled at the man before looking down to his knee level to give the Farfetch'd a quick thumbs up. Awaiting their final word, Zak's attention drifted back off to the cavern. Imagine if they encountered Gyrados, that would be rather uncanny. Thinking back to the events, he chuckled, hoping in his heart of hearts that the annoying photographer he had accompanied deep into the cliffs would pop out from behind a boulder. Turning back to the monk and his partner, he pushed it out of mind for the time being...

Weebos, Purveyor of Great Fun
29th April 2009, 3:49 AM
Lyanazia
The Tribal Zone


The Tree Forts: Somewhere upon the lower Canopy of the Jungle lie a cluster of tree houses once inhabited by the great Liana tribe. After mysteriously disappearing, the tree houses are now home to a plentiful of primate-Pokémon. An explorer once noticed an Aipom carelessly playing with an Emerald the size of orange, perhaps there’s more luxurious jewels up in the tree forts…

OOC: I believe this is still open sooooo...

Joined by his ever energetic Combusken Weebos made his way through the sweltering heat and unbearable humidity of the Mystic Jungle. Razia, being naturally attuned to heat, seemed unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere, while Weebos on the other hand was barely getting on. After stopping to take a breather Weebos complained to Razia, “How much longer will it take us to get to these Tree Forts? I didn’t think you would take to such a lush environment, but I’m certainly not,” and taking a few deep breaths continued, “Okay, we should get moving soon, once I’m ready.” Razia, being young and full of energy, was impatient however, and after several minutes began to bother Weebos about moving on. After a few minutes of inaction by Weebos, she took initiative by lighting a fire under his backside, literally. She proceeded to watch laughing as Weebos ran screaming through the wilderness. Several minutes later he was fanning his hindquarters and scowling at her. She merely gestured around them and Weebos noticed that they had reached their destination. His anger forgotten he proceeded to survey the area, “Lets see what we can find.” he said.

Emp
1st May 2009, 8:33 AM
Welcome aboard Weebos! ^^ I hope you enjoy the adventure I have planned.

Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Update 1
Although each of the three trails seemed to provide no shortcuts to the monk’s hidden garden, the rightmost path seemed the most alluring. Your eyes light up as you notice the nerve-racking Staraptor caw fearlessly, dipping and diving through the canyon’s crevices as they pursue any stray rodents. Bobbing your head eagerly, a slight grin grows upon the pessimist’s face, “Superb choice Zak. When I was a boy, I used to play in this ravine”. He proceeded to vacantly gaze across the magnificent chasm, as if reminiscing on his adventurous childhood. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help thinking of the dangers a young boy could face on these ridges, surely he’d be prey in the eyes of the bloodcurdling Skarmory and vicious Fearow. Brother Abaddon gestured you and Dana to follow, leisurely ambling down the worn-out trail with Dux in tow.

Although the tightly knit ridges and curling paths gave a distinct resemblance to the surroundings you’d faced in days gone by, this region held a much greener ambiance. Coupled with the warm breeze wafting against your face, it seemed quite an ideal place to escapade. Gently flapping beside you, Gligar whizzes left and right, her eyes beaming with memories of her native land. Despite the fact the Pokémon Ranger was still missing and it was already mid-day, the warm abidance was soothing to your skin. Ambling down the tightly knit road and taking a deep whiff of the mountainesque air, you only hope that things would remain peaceful. The gentle chirps of nearby Starly bubbas calling for their parents, and further distant Pigeotto building nests showed only how bustling the range of Eyrie actually was. And things where only to get busier.

“NATU NAT!”

Hearing and apparently recognising the distant chirps, Abaddon suddenly stretched out his hand for a small, boggle-eyed bird to amply land upon. “Pepe, what brings you to these parts of Mount Eyrie?” the brother asks warmly at the chirpy bird. Shifting its eyes side-to-side in an abnormal fashion, the stubby bird exposed a folded piece of parchment lodged on the inside of his wing. Raising an eyebrow with an inquisitive smile, the elderly monk grasped the letter and promptly unfolded it. Unsure what was going on, you eagerly lean over the man’s shoulder and take a glimpse at the birdie’s note.


Brother Abaddon,

I’ve sent Pepe to find you, since we seem to be running low on supplies that can only be found in Mount Eyrie.
With tonights big feast, I won’t have time to fetch these myself, so I trust you and Dux to do so.
It’ll be a big help if you could bring them to me before dusk. Thanks!

- Ariados Poison
- Root of Torterra
- Dodrio egg
- Scoop of Sacred Ash
- Merciless pepper of Quetzlzacatenango

Good luck,
Sister AnaAs you finished reading, you noticed a slightly deterred look on the monk’s face. “Is she insane?!” Upon snapping in such a way, the stout Pepe pecked Abaddon’s hand before busily flapping into the distance. “This would take a few hours. Although our special banquet would be ruined without these ingredients, you mentioned a friend of yours in danger”. Nervously biting his lip, the pacifist looked your way in hopes of a verdict.

What will you do?


The Tree Forts

Weebos: Joint by your ever bustling chook of an ally, you and Razia amply stride through the unbearable humidity that was Lyanazia. As you meander your way through the dangling vines and large flowers puffing with exotic gases, the blazing sun shies through the upper canopy and blankets you and Razia. Whilst your fiery-blooded Combusken brushes off the heated fever, you can’t help noticing growing sweat patches budding on your top. After an assortment of jungle antics shared with your fiery friend, you finally find you’ve reached your attuned destination. Gaping in awe, you notice what seem to be circles of well-built forts nestled around the towering saplings. Rope bridges seemed to connect the few houses, and a handful of ropes dangled from their branches and into the shadowy undergrowth. Surprisingly, all was quite hushed and bare, with not a single primate in sight.

But what was this yellow and brown object innocently nestled on the floor? A banana! The crescent fruit was glowing a golden ripe; perhaps it’d make a nice snack for your drawn out escapade? It was just a banana after all. You bend to your feet and grab a hold of the yellow fruit, fingering its tip as you ready to peel it. Suddenly! A rustle of trees prickles your ears, Razia amply switching into a battle stance. Looking upward, you notice a pig-nosed Mankey nestled between the cul-de-sac of bamboo tree houses. The irate monkey waved its fists angrily, a pulsing vain growing on its forehead as its blood curdled to new heights. Suddenly regretting even touching the banana, you fret rearward in angst as an ear-splitting holler of ape screams swiftly ensues. Although unsure to react, you’re left with little time as a swarm of unseen primates leap from the trees, savaging you and Razia from all angles! One of the blaring monkey-pigs grips a hold of your face, socking you with a Karate Chop before you can react.

Ouch!

A few hours pass as you finally open your weary eyes. As the world slowly comes into motion, you notice your wrists bundled by a tightly fastened noose. A throbbing lump had since grown on your head, leaving you ever more fatigued and in ache. Beside you, your hardy Combusken seems to be just as beaten and, eying you up for a quick plan. Upon further inspection, you notice the two of you had been locked in a makeshift prison, bamboo sticks fortifying your tree-house keep. But what was this? Fastened like the two of you were a grazed Aipom and beaten Chimchar, both groaning as they also regain consciousness. There was no sign of the ragtag band of apes, perhaps you could find a way to unfasten your cuffs and make a nippy escape.

What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
1st May 2009, 2:27 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Update 1
Although each of the three trails seemed to provide no shortcuts to the monk’s hidden garden, the rightmost path seemed the most alluring. Your eyes light up as you notice the nerve-racking Staraptor caw fearlessly, dipping and diving through the canyon’s crevices as they pursue any stray rodents. Bobbing your head eagerly, a slight grin grows upon the pessimist’s face, “Superb choice Zak. When I was a boy, I used to play in this ravine”. He proceeded to vacantly gaze across the magnificent chasm, as if reminiscing on his adventurous childhood. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help thinking of the dangers a young boy could face on these ridges, surely he’d be prey in the eyes of the bloodcurdling Skarmory and vicious Fearow. Brother Abaddon gestured you and Dana to follow, leisurely ambling down the worn-out trail with Dux in tow.

Although the tightly knit ridges and curling paths gave a distinct resemblance to the surroundings you’d faced in days gone by, this region held a much greener ambiance. Coupled with the warm breeze wafting against your face, it seemed quite an ideal place to escapade. Gently flapping beside you, Gligar whizzes left and right, her eyes beaming with memories of her native land. Despite the fact the Pokémon Ranger was still missing and it was already mid-day, the warm abidance was soothing to your skin. Ambling down the tightly knit road and taking a deep whiff of the mountainesque air, you only hope that things would remain peaceful. The gentle chirps of nearby Starly bubbas calling for their parents, and further distant Pigeotto building nests showed only how bustling the range of Eyrie actually was. And things where only to get busier.

“NATU NAT!”

Hearing and apparently recognising the distant chirps, Abaddon suddenly stretched out his hand for a small, boggle-eyed bird to amply land upon. “Pepe, what brings you to these parts of Mount Eyrie?” the brother asks warmly at the chirpy bird. Shifting its eyes side-to-side in an abnormal fashion, the stubby bird exposed a folded piece of parchment lodged on the inside of his wing. Raising an eyebrow with an inquisitive smile, the elderly monk grasped the letter and promptly unfolded it. Unsure what was going on, you eagerly lean over the man’s shoulder and take a glimpse at the birdie’s note.


Brother Abaddon,

I’ve sent Pepe to find you, since we seem to be running low on supplies that can only be found in Mount Eyrie.
With tonights big feast, I won’t have time to fetch these myself, so I trust you and Dux to do so.
It’ll be a big help if you could bring them to me before dusk. Thanks!

- Ariados Poison
- Root of Torterra
- Dodrio egg
- Scoop of Sacred Ash
- Merciless pepper of Quetzlzacatenango

Good luck,
Sister AnaAs you finished reading, you noticed a slightly deterred look on the monk’s face. “Is she insane?!” Upon snapping in such a way, the stout Pepe pecked Abaddon’s hand before busily flapping into the distance. “This would take a few hours. Although our special banquet would be ruined without these ingredients, you mentioned a friend of yours in danger”. Nervously biting his lip, the pacifist looked your way in hopes of a verdict.

What will you do?

With the decision settled regarding which path to take, the four begin to walk towards the shadowy cavern. In an instant, the surroundings take the little Gligar back to her home, where she had first encountered her now trainer, Zak. However, unlike the caves below the Delibird Ridge, these caves seemed much more full of life, the rocks covered in wonderful greenery, much like everywhere else on this tropical haven. Zak marveled at Starly chicks and the occasional paternal Pidgeotto, gathering nest supplies for an expecting mate. Despite their urgency to find their Ranger companion, both Zak and the FlyScorpion loved this area, not only was the abundance of foliage a sight to see, but there were flying pokémon galore, Zak's main passion.

"Wonderful.." Zak uttered beneath his breath as an odd chirping began to sound. In an instant, a tiny Natu appeared and the monk outstretches his palm for the little psychic bird to land upon it. It appeared as though the pokémon had brought some form of note and, as Father Abaddon begins to read, Zak simply cannot help but have a quick peek over his shoulder. It appeared to be a list of required supplies for something or other, each one sounding as insane as the last. Turning to him, Abaddon highlighted the fact they still had their Ranger mission to tend to, "Well, we could both continue upwards, gathering these items if we see them, then part ways? I don't want you to be hindering yourself or any of your peers by accompanying me and Dana." The boy smiled, sweetly, overlooking the list once more, "Oh, I also have a Sacred Ash, if that could possibly speed things up?"

Waiting for a reply, Zak let the other requirements spin around in his mind, trying to envision where they might actually be located. Ariados poison would be a dangerous find, but most definitely in the Mantis Cave, a root of Torterra would no doubt mean liaising with a humongous tortoise and maybe even engaging in a battle, something he knew Dana would not be able to handle alone. As for the remaining items, a Dodrio egg would be located somewhere near where they were now, without a doubt, but, regarding the odd pepper, Zak was completely stumped, "What do you think? I'm not saying we have to part ways, I just don't want to be a burden..."

Emp
2nd May 2009, 3:26 PM
Breezy Path:

Pearl's Perap: The brother begins scratching his head as he think considers your options in deep thought. He ganders at the piece of parchment, before lowering it and looking you dead in the face, “We shouldn’t part ways. I know your a tough kid but you won’t stand a chance on your own”. Biting his lip once more, he shuffled through the list, hoping there was a way he could gather the supplies without wasting time which could be spent finding your friend. As the dazzling sun shifted from its summit, the atmosphere already showed signs of late afternoon. Entering the death-defying settlement at nightfall would surely be suicide. As he scrunched the letter into his wool garment, his face lighting up with a somewhat reasonable alternative.

“I propose we split up, gathering the two items each from the list. Then we’ll meet up at the location of the pepper”, as he waits on your verdict, you suddenly shuffle into your backpack, rummaging through the worthless trinkets until finding a small pouch of ash. Anything that could hurry your endeavour was worth parting with, despite how precious the pouch of hallowed ashes was. Your sacrifice was amply noted, the monk awe-shocked that you owned an essence of Ho-oh all along.

“Speed things up!? Boy you’ve just saved us an hour of precious time!” he replies with a grin, pocketing the ash he uncrumples the letter, “Back to business. The venom of those nasty Ariados is found in hollows of Mantis Cave. That’s about twenty minutes from here, and you’ll need your wits about you when faced with such bloodcurdling arachnids. As for the root, Torterra are entering mating season, meaning you’ll have to take a trip upward to the Summits of these Mountains, which will no doubt be amuck with Hurricane Torrents. The Dodrio egg could be anywhere in the ridges of Breezy Path”. Having negotiated for quite a while, Abaddon raised his eyebrow in hopes you would pick two preferable areas of the Mountain Range, him taking the other. It was your call.

What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
2nd May 2009, 9:59 PM
Breezy Path:

Pearl's Perap: The brother begins scratching his head as he think considers your options in deep thought. He ganders at the piece of parchment, before lowering it and looking you dead in the face, “We shouldn’t part ways. I know your a tough kid but you won’t stand a chance on your own”. Biting his lip once more, he shuffled through the list, hoping there was a way he could gather the supplies without wasting time which could be spent finding your friend. As the dazzling sun shifted from its summit, the atmosphere already showed signs of late afternoon. Entering the death-defying settlement at nightfall would surely be suicide. As he scrunched the letter into his wool garment, his face lighting up with a somewhat reasonable alternative.

“I propose we split up, gathering the two items each from the list. Then we’ll meet up at the location of the pepper”, as he waits on your verdict, you suddenly shuffle into your backpack, rummaging through the worthless trinkets until finding a small pouch of ash. Anything that could hurry your endeavour was worth parting with, despite how precious the pouch of hallowed ashes was. Your sacrifice was amply noted, the monk awe-shocked that you owned an essence of Ho-oh all along.

“Speed things up!? Boy you’ve just saved us an hour of precious time!” he replies with a grin, pocketing the ash he uncrumples the letter, “Back to business. The venom of those nasty Ariados is found in hollows of Mantis Cave. That’s about twenty minutes from here, and you’ll need your wits about you when faced with such bloodcurdling arachnids. As for the root, Torterra are entering mating season, meaning you’ll have to take a trip upward to the Summits of these Mountains, which will no doubt be amuck with Hurricane Torrents. The Dodrio egg could be anywhere in the ridges of Breezy Path”. Having negotiated for quite a while, Abaddon raised his eyebrow in hopes you would pick two preferable areas of the Mountain Range, him taking the other. It was your call.

What will you do?


Deciding to split up to take care of the various tasks, Zak thought quickly about which options would be best suited for him and Dana. He had no prior experience with the Hurricane Summit, so that was out of the question, it looked rather dangerous to take on without the experienced monk. Mantis cave sounded rather interesting, he had recently taken a liking to several bug types, he would love to attempt to see them in their natural habitat. That left the finding of a Dodrio egg, a task he could perform in the surrounding areas. With his mind made up, the boy spoke, "I'll go after the venom in the Mantis Cave and have a scout around here for a Dodrio egg, I'm not keen to go up to Hurricane Summit without you as my guide..." Rubbing the back of his head, he grinned at Father Abaddon who seemed to understand right away.

"Dana, how about we get going to find us some three headed birdies?" Zak spoke to the FlyScorpion before stroking her head, as he did, she cooed and nodded several times, "Dodrio are rather powerful, so we are going to be have to be very careful. We could potentially need the assistance of another pokémon..." With the decision made, Zak turned back to Father Abaddon, "How are we going to find each other once we have the items?" It had been on his mind ever since the monk had suggested parting ways temporarily, the boy did not want to be left on the hostile island without his experienced companion for too long. Seeing the slight fear in his face, the Gligar quickly swooped towards the boy, clutching at him with her claws. With this brief show of affection, the boy grinned, awaiting the reply of the elder...

Arc_Angel
6th May 2009, 9:18 AM
The Tree Forts

Arc Angel: As the insane events flashed before you, you weren’t sure who to believe, who you could trust, or what to do next. Judging by the welling scowl of fear growing in the throttled toad, it seemed a safe bet that perilous danger was imminent. This only fed your frenzy of disgust for the devious ‘assclown’. Your hardened Conrad, Reaper, seems much less willing to trust the noxious frog. How he’d known of Croagunk’s tameness was something you couldn’t understand: perhaps he did glow with a certain aura which humans were oblivious to, perhaps the Gunk Shot assault from the opening quarters sealed this suspicion, seen as the powerful technique was only adapted to a tamed Pokémon. Whether he’d been hustling you from the start was meaningless at this stage, you had no time to spare and pairing with the poisonous fighter seemed your only choice. You’d reluctantly accept his plea, nonetheless a large lump of suspicion growing in your throat. Although your comeback couldn’t have been less threatening, an eerie smile flickers upon the amphibians face. He grovels closer as if ready to grovel at your feet for sparing his pathetic life, nonetheless halted in his tracks by a nerve-racking grimace from the face of Reaper.

“Croowwww!” he ribbets with chipper, hopping to his hind-legs and gesturing you out of the opening. His odd behaviour is matched with a threesome of raised eyebrows, Spiritomb no less wrapping a foggy noose around his collar. Fully leashed like the animal he was, the clown proceeds to trudge into the tangled shrubbery with the three of you in tow. As you and your assorted troop scramble over the vine-ridden terrain, which was seamlessly unlevelled with bug-made burrows, you keep a keen eye on your surroundings. There wasn’t a blaze in sight, not a whiff of smouldering flora, nothing. You’d all seen it with your own eyes; perhaps the malicious little toad had taken you another direction in hopes of escaping the overpowering bonfire. Reaper’s grip amply tightened, Croagunk groaning in response before upping his pace.

A few moments pass, and the signs of a natural disaster become ever more blunt. Overhead a flock of panicky Chatot busy flutter in the opposing direction, the exotic macaws no doubt at a loss for a home. Below you cringe slightly as a few families of Nincada and Venonat franticly scuttle past, brushing across your legs in their wake. A sudden flicker chills the air, your ears prickling in its direction. A rancid odour of smog fills the ambiance as a thick black layers itself above. A few moments pass and you find the air growing tighter as you draw closer to the blazing foliage. Why did noxious amphibian want to take you so close? Was he that bent on revenge he would sacrifice his own life? The tension grows ever stronger until broken by the daunting scream of an infantile primate.

“Aiipaaaa!!” your mob instantly ready for the cries’ bearing, although the plucky Croagunk no less tugs against his lead much to Reaper’s rage. Droning in protest, Croagunk seems insistent on ignoring the wailing monkey and leading you wayward. It doesn’t take much struggle for the pitiless phantom however, promptly tightening his grip and tugging him along the forest undergrowth like a ragdoll. Meandering through the mammoth tree roots, you amply cover your face as the black smoulder becomes increasingly condensed. Bobbing your head upward, you gape in disbelief as a huddle tree-houses connected by rope ladder are completely ablaze! The flares flickered and flourished wildly as they ripped apart the section of forest. Barely dangling onto a blistering tree branch with its tiny appendage, a squealing Aipom bubba flails and wails franticly as it attempts to stay gripped. Barely dangling over fifty foot above you and your motley crew, the fall certainly seemed staggering.

What will you do?


Stacey agreed to follow the frog through the forest away from danger but the eeriee smile it gave her only fueled her suspicions; it was up to something. Fortunately she had Reaper and Jericho with her, the former forming a tight noose around the Croagunks neck a small smile gracing his lips as the frog struggles against the grip. Jericho may have a smart mouth but he was a hell of a fighter and would defend her against anything untoward. Croagunk pointed off through the forest and began to trudge his way in that direction Reaper floating behind him holding on tightly Jericho floating close to Stacey. The trio followed the frog through the forest across the vine ensnared ground careful of their steps in Stacey's case, neither of them could see the bush fire or even smell a hint of smoke, hopefully that meant they were moving in the right direction. Tightening his grip on the wayward frog, Croagunk groaned in protest before picking up the pace.

They must have been walking for a good 10 minutes when the evidence of the bush fire became more apparant. There was a loud chirping overhead and turning her head skywards Stacey made out a flock of Chatot with their bright plumage flying in the opposite direction. Her attention was drawn back to earth as several Nincada and Venonat hurried past her some knocking into her legs in their haste the leave. The air begins to fill with an awful smell, burning and smog filtered into the air making Stacey's throat begin to burn. Up ahead thick black clouds of smoke churned and spiralled into the air and continuing on Stacey found the air growing ever more polluted by the fire's consumption of the jungle and she was wondering nervously why the frog was bringing her so close to the inferno, was it perhaps trying to kill them? If so she'd make sure it was the first to suffer before they did.

Suddenly a cry fills the air startling Stacey and the trio went on high alert preparing for danger should this toad have brought them there. Croagunk began tugging on his leash however desparate to keep moving, it couldn't be orchastrated by it then, what was the cause of the cry then? Reaper tightened his grip until it beame unbearable for Croagunk causing it to halt in its efforts to move and began to drag it as Stacey moved through the jungle. The smoke was thick and choked the air, Stacey held a hand to her mouth to try and prevent her inhaling it as she moved and looked upwards to see the trees on fire. No ... there were hosues in those trees and they were completely ablaze, the rope ladders and bridges between them swinging uselessly as the inferno destroyed them. Her eyes widened as she found the origins of the cries, a baby Aipom was barely hanging onto a burning tree stump its face streaked with tears, eyes looking about for any salvation. If she didn't do something soon then another Pokemon would be lost to this senseless inferno. Croagunk was desparate to keep moving, the heartless beast, she could not just leave now knowing the Aipom would die, burnt to death by her negligance.

"You will wait," she snarled to the Cragunk. "We must help that Aipom," she spoke to her two Pokemon. "Reaper keep your grip on Croagunk but breathe up an Icy Wind to cool down the surroundings. Jericho float on up there and try to get Aipom to let go and come back down on you, you're big enough to support its weight. If things get hot for you let loose your own Blizzard to extinguish any fires. Keep safe okay."

Weebos, Purveyor of Great Fun
7th May 2009, 2:58 AM
Welcome aboard Weebos! ^^ I hope you enjoy the adventure I have planned.



The Tree Forts

Weebos: Joint by your ever bustling chook of an ally, you and Razia amply stride through the unbearable humidity that was Lyanazia. As you meander your way through the dangling vines and large flowers puffing with exotic gases, the blazing sun shies through the upper canopy and blankets you and Razia. Whilst your fiery-blooded Combusken brushes off the heated fever, you can’t help noticing growing sweat patches budding on your top. After an assortment of jungle antics shared with your fiery friend, you finally find you’ve reached your attuned destination. Gaping in awe, you notice what seem to be circles of well-built forts nestled around the towering saplings. Rope bridges seemed to connect the few houses, and a handful of ropes dangled from their branches and into the shadowy undergrowth. Surprisingly, all was quite hushed and bare, with not a single primate in sight.

But what was this yellow and brown object innocently nestled on the floor? A banana! The crescent fruit was glowing a golden ripe; perhaps it’d make a nice snack for your drawn out escapade? It was just a banana after all. You bend to your feet and grab a hold of the yellow fruit, fingering its tip as you ready to peel it. Suddenly! A rustle of trees prickles your ears, Razia amply switching into a battle stance. Looking upward, you notice a pig-nosed Mankey nestled between the cul-de-sac of bamboo tree houses. The irate monkey waved its fists angrily, a pulsing vain growing on its forehead as its blood curdled to new heights. Suddenly regretting even touching the banana, you fret rearward in angst as an ear-splitting holler of ape screams swiftly ensues. Although unsure to react, you’re left with little time as a swarm of unseen primates leap from the trees, savaging you and Razia from all angles! One of the blaring monkey-pigs grips a hold of your face, socking you with a Karate Chop before you can react.

Ouch!

A few hours pass as you finally open your weary eyes. As the world slowly comes into motion, you notice your wrists bundled by a tightly fastened noose. A throbbing lump had since grown on your head, leaving you ever more fatigued and in ache. Beside you, your hardy Combusken seems to be just as beaten and, eying you up for a quick plan. Upon further inspection, you notice the two of you had been locked in a makeshift prison, bamboo sticks fortifying your tree-house keep. But what was this? Fastened like the two of you were a grazed Aipom and beaten Chimchar, both groaning as they also regain consciousness. There was no sign of the ragtag band of apes, perhaps you could find a way to unfasten your cuffs and make a nippy escape.

What will you do?



Weebos had arrived at the Tree Forts, and surveying the scene it appeared empty of inhabitants. Something yellow caught Weebos’ eye on the ground and he walked over to retrieve it. Holding it up he discovered that it was a banana, and Razia’s eyes sparkled with glee. As the trainer’s and pokemon’s eyes both twinkling with childish delight a Mankey appeared on the scene, and his happiness with Weebos’ possession of the apple was nonexistent. Before Weebos and Razia could react Mankey karate chopped Weebos in the face and he hit the ground.

Several hours later Weebos painfully jerked awake. Rubbing his aching head he surveyed the scene as he recalled the previous incident. Razia was eyeing him, she looked as throttled as he was, but now that he was awake she was ready for some planning. Quickly taking stock of his surroundings Weebos found himself in a bamboo cage, alongside an Aipom and a Chimchar, both badly beaten as well and slowly coming to. Weebos calmly waited for the two monkeys to regain consciousness before he proposed an idea that popped into his head.

“Okay, you two appear to have had a fate similar to ours,” he said, “and now that we’re all in this mess together I think we should work together to get out and possibly exact revenge.” He said this last part with a fiendish look in his eyes, “But first things first folks, we need to bust out of these cages.” Looking at Chimchar and Razia he said, “You two being fire pokemon can easily help us with that, here’s the plan, Aipom you come with me into this corner so we don’t get burned while Chimchar and Razia burn us out of prison, then we can decide whether or not to get the hell outta dodge or take our captors to meet their makers.” He looked at the primates hopefully and holding out his hand in a gesture of camaraderie, “Deal?”

Emp
10th May 2009, 8:07 PM
The Tree Forts

Weebos: Feeling heavily fatigued and bruised, you clamber to your feet and bat any dirt off of your tattered clothes. Eying across the bamboo keep, it was apparent you weren’t the only inmate of the rabid primates. Razia sent a weak glance your way, wincing as he lifted his trim body, his talons flinching in light of the chook’s several grazes. Beside your comrade, Chimchar growled sheepishly as it stumbled in tow, the usually cheerful Aipom following the primate’s track. Coming back into focus with reality, a small light bulb flickers above your head, perhaps a scheme that could free you of the monkey’s jail. You usher closer to the downed apes, Chimchar’s flame barely glowing whilst Aipom was shifting its weight into its tail to stay upright. It’d seemed the ragtag band of Mankey had left a scar on the two, though you’d need their help if you wanted to execute a breakout. A bushfire was your plan, with Razia and Chimchar in the lead, and yourself and Aipom in the rear. A glimmer of hope flickers in each of the chimp’s eyes, Chimchar’s tail-flame swelling passionately. You make a pact, slapping your hand in the hub of the jail. Razia is first to connect, releasing a frenzied caw and smirking eagerly. The Aipom is quick to follow, placing its tail-hand above Razia’s claw and releasing a widening grin. The three of you turn to Chimchar, who still looks rather timid and wobbly. The fire-monkey pauses for a second before finishing the quartet of camaraderie!

“Chimcha!” he declares with a weak smile. With that, both you and the purple primate usher to the rear of the stilted prison whilst Chimchar and Razia take centre stage. You grip a hold of the bamboo walls, rickety as they where, and hope for the best as the chook’s eyes grew a fiery scarlet. The duo of fire-types suddenly tilt their heads slightly, briefly inhaling before exhaling a crimson inferno of spurs at the brittle bars. The fire envelops the green bars, dyeing them a smouldering black as they crumble before you. Clambering over the spacious hole, you calmly pace about the wooden treehouse with a keen interest. The timber walls sported several markings, depicting countless skirmishes and attention-grabbing tales. You finger through the various hieroglyphics, one making itself abundant above the others. A doodle depicting several pig-nosed monkeys attacking the tribesmen was shown, appropriately smeared in red paint. But amidst the stick-figure corpses was a slender figure with defined muscles and a fiery aura. The next panel showed it stick-figure trouncing the army of Mankey, natives soon returning to the treetops. It was somewhat unusual that the tattered illustration matched the daunting situation you’d found yourself in, perhaps it was sketched soon before the chimp uprising... You continue your escape, shrewdly grappling a hold of a makeshift stepladder compiled of thick bamboo sticks and ropey vines. The outdoors looks as tranquil as before, the tropical ambiance providing a relaxing pulsation. Several Yanma zip ahead, a family of Oddish scuttling bellow. The height was still rather staggering, perched in a hut balanced upon a colossal sapling. Having a finger of the vine ladders, you notice they bear a fairly jagged texture. Whether they could support you and your comrades was anyone’s guess.

What will you do?

Arc Angel: Surrounded by a heated bushfire as tension grows between you and the Croagunk, you find yourself faced with a daunting scenario. Looking up at the staggering treetops, a stout baby Aipom had found itself dangling from the hub of the tree house cul-de-sac. Barely gripping onto a wood bridge with its stubby fingers, you watch with suspense as it flails and wails. Something had to be done. A nippy reaction from a heroin like yourself. You send a cold grimace to the menacing amphibian, without words explaining how foolish it would be to desert you and your ghostly chums. He gulps heavily, not wanting a further beating from the two gaseous fiends. You then switch your attention to your comrades, urging the twosome to extinguish the flames and leaving Jericho to rescue to bubba chimp. With that settles, Reaper vacantly nods whilst Jericho bobs boldly skyward. The noxious ball of hot-air grumbles rather shrewdly as spurs of blaze shoot into his face much to his dismay. He shimmy’s through the fiery obstacles, spinning in befuddlement as he dodges the falling tree branches by the skin of his teeth. Noting the vicinity growing ever more unstable, Jericho orbits yet again and inhales to almost twice his size. He suddenly exhales a flurry of white tundra which downs upon the blazing bushfires with an ill-fated sizzle. Although pushing back the enormous inferno, the Blizzard does no work in extinguishing it.

“Aipapapaaa!” The high-pitched blunder echoes through the sack of poison as he suddenly remembers what he came for. The babies’ grip finally slips, causing it to free-fall en route of the distant undergrowth. The Koffing gawps in alarm, briskly thrusting forward and meeting the monkey in mid-air. Plopping on the cushion-esque head of the noxious sack, the Aipom keeps a tight squeeze of Jericho as they both descend. Whilst watching the intense aerial scuffle, you where unbeknownst to the fact Spiritomb had been warily creating a Icy path with his frosty breath. Things had gotten far too problematical at this point, Croagunk was eager to follow the path, scuttling forward until hooked back by his ghostly captor. However, you now had a chimp of a stowaway in your mitts, and the air was growing unbearably thin. With the path you started from consumed in flames, there weren’t many options to choose from.

What will you do?


Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: “I’ll find you when I’m finished Zak. I have several avian colonnaded across these mountaintops”, the monk amply replies, “We best get going then”. Abaddon then fingers through his pockets as the two of you clamber up to the vivid tops of the fine-looking backlot. You’re met by a sudden gust of wind as you reach the staggering canyon edge once more. Realising this was the setting of your first item; you squint across the open abyss in hopes of spotting a colony of three-headed dodos. You let loose a heavy sigh however as the only avian in sight are the budding Fearow and Staraptor you had already spotted. Turning to your comrade, you notice him hand a pale coloured utensil as he lifted it to his mouth. One could only wonder what it was, although the thought you’d obtained a similar trinket in the past niggled through your skull.

“You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species”, he explains, fiddling with the pipe, “Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can”. Smirking slightly, he presses the white instrument to his lips and blows softly down its mouth. Although know music follows, Dana’s ears suddenly flicker in befuddlement along with Dux. Suddenly! A few distant caws reply, and before you know it several avian come soaring over the horizon. You gape in astonishment, trying your best to count the plethora of birds to no avail: several Pidgey, Hoothoot, Starly, Tailow, Swablu, Hoppip, Murkrow, Yanma, Togetic, Wingull, Tropius, Drifloon and Chatot, coupled with their evolutions now filled what was once a gaping canyon. Amongst them, a Hefty Dragonite and Slender Salamence gently fluttered above, releasing valiant war-cries raring to go. Completely bedazzled at the sight, you switch your attention to brother Abaddon who smiles back.

“We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery”, he says, stroking the fluffy cotton of a stout Swablu, “I’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?”

Pearl's Perap
11th May 2009, 1:11 AM
Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: “I’ll find you when I’m finished Zak. I have several avian colonnaded across these mountaintops”, the monk amply replies, “We best get going then”. Abaddon then fingers through his pockets as the two of you clamber up to the vivid tops of the fine-looking backlot. You’re met by a sudden gust of wind as you reach the staggering canyon edge once more. Realising this was the setting of your first item; you squint across the open abyss in hopes of spotting a colony of three-headed dodos. You let loose a heavy sigh however as the only avian in sight are the budding Fearow and Staraptor you had already spotted. Turning to your comrade, you notice him hand a pale coloured utensil as he lifted it to his mouth. One could only wonder what it was, although the thought you’d obtained a similar trinket in the past niggled through your skull.

“You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species”, he explains, fiddling with the pipe, “Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can”. Smirking slightly, he presses the white instrument to his lips and blows softly down its mouth. Although know music follows, Dana’s ears suddenly flicker in befuddlement along with Dux. Suddenly! A few distant caws reply, and before you know it several avian come soaring over the horizon. You gape in astonishment, trying your best to count the plethora of birds to no avail: several Pidgey, Hoothoot, Starly, Tailow, Swablu, Hoppip, Murkrow, Yanma, Togetic, Wingull, Tropius, Drifloon and Chatot, coupled with their evolutions now filled what was once a gaping canyon. Amongst them, a Hefty Dragonite and Slender Salamence gently fluttered above, releasing valiant war-cries raring to go. Completely bedazzled at the sight, you switch your attention to brother Abaddon who smiles back.

“We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery”, he says, stroking the fluffy cotton of a stout Swablu, “I’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?”


With both Zak and Father Abaddon settled on their own seperate item retrieval tasks, the boy turned to walk away, glancing over the landscape. The more he looked, the more he realized that there didn't appear to be any Dodrio or Doduo anywhere. Turning back to the monk, he noticed he was still stood firmly in the same place as he was previously, as if waiting for Zak to return to him with his query. However, this time, he appeared to be holding a flute of sorts, the sort one could make out of ash, if they collected enough and crafted it in such a manner.

"You said you’d need the assistance of another Pokémon. This is the White Flute. It makes a faint whistle only audible to certain species." Abaddon explains, the very concept of this amazing Zak and, as the old man fiddled and eventually began to blow hard into the flute, no sound appeared to be made. However, as he blew, Dana's head spun towards him, Dux having a similar sort of reaction. "Humans can’t here it... But bird’s can." This explained the two flying types reactions, but what was to come would shock Zak thoroughly.

Bird pokémon began to appear from all across the whole area, flocking to the cave entrance and the surrounding cliffs, following the mysterious flute's sound. The boy could identify every pokémon before him, several of which he had possessed himself in the past. The sight of the familiar parrot pokémon caused him to smile, his heart skipped a beat each and every time he encountered one of the majestic rarities. "We work very closely with the Pokémon around these parts, so they’re naturally quite friendly to us at the monastery." the monk speaks, bringing Zak back down to earth, his head quite in the clouds from the appearence of so many wonderful avians. "’ll allow you to borrow one of them to aide you and Dana. How about it, Zak?"

With this in mind, Zak eyed all of the pokémon before him, each one looked quite tempting, especially the flying types he had not commanded in the past. However, as hard as he tried, he kept turning his attention back to the parrot, who was now ruffling its feathers and tilting its head slightly. "I think I've made up my mind. I'll choose the Chatot." Dana glanced towards her trainer with a sigh, he was certainly a predictable one, but she was cheerful nonetheless, Zak had spoken of the parrot pokémon for a long time but she had not personally had the chance to meet one. Gliding forwards, she offered a claw to shake. "That's settled then, I guess..." Zak chuckled, "Which way would you recommending heading to find a Dodrio nest, father?"

Arc_Angel
11th May 2009, 4:45 PM
The Tree Forts

Arc Angel: Surrounded by a heated bushfire as tension grows between you and the Croagunk, you find yourself faced with a daunting scenario. Looking up at the staggering treetops, a stout baby Aipom had found itself dangling from the hub of the tree house cul-de-sac. Barely gripping onto a wood bridge with its stubby fingers, you watch with suspense as it flails and wails. Something had to be done. A nippy reaction from a heroin like yourself. You send a cold grimace to the menacing amphibian, without words explaining how foolish it would be to desert you and your ghostly chums. He gulps heavily, not wanting a further beating from the two gaseous fiends. You then switch your attention to your comrades, urging the twosome to extinguish the flames and leaving Jericho to rescue to bubba chimp. With that settles, Reaper vacantly nods whilst Jericho bobs boldly skyward. The noxious ball of hot-air grumbles rather shrewdly as spurs of blaze shoot into his face much to his dismay. He shimmy’s through the fiery obstacles, spinning in befuddlement as he dodges the falling tree branches by the skin of his teeth. Noting the vicinity growing ever more unstable, Jericho orbits yet again and inhales to almost twice his size. He suddenly exhales a flurry of white tundra which downs upon the blazing bushfires with an ill-fated sizzle. Although pushing back the enormous inferno, the Blizzard does no work in extinguishing it.

“Aipapapaaa!” The high-pitched blunder echoes through the sack of poison as he suddenly remembers what he came for. The babies’ grip finally slips, causing it to free-fall en route of the distant undergrowth. The Koffing gawps in alarm, briskly thrusting forward and meeting the monkey in mid-air. Plopping on the cushion-esque head of the noxious sack, the Aipom keeps a tight squeeze of Jericho as they both descend. Whilst watching the intense aerial scuffle, you where unbeknownst to the fact Spiritomb had been warily creating a Icy path with his frosty breath. Things had gotten far too problematical at this point, Croagunk was eager to follow the path, scuttling forward until hooked back by his ghostly captor. However, you now had a chimp of a stowaway in your mitts, and the air was growing unbearably thin. With the path you started from consumed in flames, there weren’t many options to choose from.

What will you do?

Her choice may every well get her and her Pokemon killed but she would never forgive herself if she let and innocent creature die when there was every chance she could save a life. With their orders clear, even though Jericho thought his mistress was insane, both Pokemon began to save the Aipom. Croagunk pulled on his elash futily whimpering as the flames moves ever closer to the group but a harsh glance from the trainer stopped all objections and sat still looking somber as it resigned itself to its fate. Jericho floated on up wincing as the heat from the flames grew too close to his thin skin, he did not do well with heat, he had explosive gases inside him for crying out loud why didn't she send up the floating rock? He'd be better at this. Grumbling his distain he kept up his ascent dodging a fallen tree branch ... just sighing with relief and promising to have words with his trainer when he got back down. With the heat growing incredibly uncomfortable he inhales expanding in size before deflating as a large Blizzard escapes his lips which manages to push back some of the flaming inferno but ice was no match for fire and it remained, and would grow in size once more given time.

The baby Aipom cries out again and Jericho turns his attention to the tiny monkey as it finally loses its grip on the tree branch falling through the air. Jericho has a comical look on his face as he darts forward not wanting the monkey to end up splattered on the jungle floor, he'd might as well toss himself straight into the inferno for what his trainer would do to him. Luckily he manages to get under the Aipom as it lands on his head and suddenly grips tightly causing a pained look to flit across his face. He descended quickly as Reaper breathed out an Icy Wind across the jungle floor trying to create a path to travel through. Croagunk kept pulling on its leash wanting to follow the path but Reaper had a tight hold on him. As soon as Jericho had reached them Stacey gave him a look that said 'I don't want to hear it' and he clamped his lips together pouting. Stacey took the little Aipom from his head and held it tightly.

"Okay now we really need to get moving. Croagunk take us the SAFEST path out of here I won't hesitate to throw you into the flames for disobedience. Reaper, Jericho keep up the Icy Wind and Blizzard to keep the fire at bay. We can't come from where we came, we ... just need to keep moving. She sincerely hoped that she hadn't doomed them all to be burnt alive but looking down at the tiny Aipom huddled in her arms she knew she had made the right choice.

Emp
11th May 2009, 5:53 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “Oh, ok”, he replies rather uneasily as the macaw flutters forth, “This is Crackers, he came from a-“

“CRACKERS!”

“-as I was saying, Crackers came from a school of tropical macaws like himself, although they soon migrated to the Cloud Garden. Crackers was only a bubba, and not the best of fliers. We took him under our wing for a while until we finally released him into the Eyrie Mountain Range”, Abaddon stretches forth his robed arm, Crackers suddenly perching on his hand and charmingly nipped at his fingers. Albeit wackier than the average Chatot, his abnormal twitching and creepy outbursts were what made him so unique. The monk uncoils his wrist, urging the multicoloured bird to leave his arm and flutter to yours. The Perap shakily flutters your way, gripping his sharp talons into your shoulder and bobbing his head to meet yours. As you nervously introduce yourself, the cheery bird produces a twisted grin.

“ZAK!” he caws affectionately, “♪ZAKZAKZAKZAKZAKZAK♪” he then chirps in an uncanny symphony. Abaddon raises an eyebrow toward the senile macaw before whistling over the tough-looking Salamence. He amply mounts the mythical beast and gestures a friendly farewell to you and your two comrades. As he leaves in a spur of light and awesomeness you notice the hoard of avian take course, scattering in their respected directions before leaving the wide expanse as vacant as usual. You remember your mission, the items you’d need by sundown. It seemed commonsensical to search for the egg first, with the several twigged nests scattered across the vast backlot. Hollering Dana to your side, the scorpion slightly envious of the attention you where sending the tropical bird, tows along as the stable airstream carries her leathery wings. Crackers unclips from your shoulder and takes centre stage by busily flapping his ruffled wings. It was time for a hike...

About twenty minutes of shimmying through the tightly knit boulders passes, you rub your fingers across the moss strewn cliff edge as you take another look down the void canyon. Sighing heavily, you lift your weary head upward to be welcomed by an oversized head sporting an 8-note. The macaw caws your name passionately, fluttering back and forth in an outlandish fashion. He takes a swoop for the vast canyon, chirping random words you’d previously slurred and pointing toward the apposing cliff edge. You stagger backward, noticing as luck would have it a budding Doduo. Nonetheless, the pair of dodos where mindlessly pluckling one another, struggling and squawking as they unknowingly drew closer to the staggering cliff edge...



Mystic Forest

Arc Angel: The flares grew ever closer, leaving your time scarce and a decision outstanding. Despite all instinct pointing away from the path, you had no choice but to follow it. The blazing bushfire was growing from all directions, making quick work of the treefort lumber and enveloping the path you came from. There was, no less, another alleyway. This path which was neatly trimmed by icy breath seemed to lead to a trail just as smoke ridden. You begin to cough as the thick ambiance becomes almost insufferable. Slouching your body to nip under the thick smog, you trail down the chilly path with the infant ape snuggled in your griddling arms. The three beasts promptly tailed your lead, Koffing shuddering to keep its volatile substances away from the flaring shrubbery. Reaper on the other hand remained as detached as always, tugging the fractious toad along like a ragdoll with no regard of his comfort. Upping your pace into a steady jog as you tightly meander through the thick of the undergrowth, you feel somewhat assured you can still hear the trio closely in tow. All the while, Jericho and Reaper bob through the trails of liana and buttress roots, Croagunk unable to reach his feet as he is socked by the various objects. After a breakneck escape from the daunting bonfire, you find yourself with a snoozing Aipom who’s mother you’d yet to uncover, coupled with a traiterious amphibian who could have very well lead you to your death. You stare forthwith, squinting as you find yourself before what appears to be a tattered ruin. Several Aztek-esque trinkets and brickwork litter themselves across the half-destroyed crypt, nothing but the occasional pillar remaining. Rubbing the pain off his bruised backside, the devious frog rushes to his feet and croaks you toward a small cavity nestled about the ruins before hopping into it along with the keystone spirit. Slowly mooching toward it, you perceive with keen interest a great golden sundial, shadowing a symbol of an orange sun. Other illustrations included a blue-ish raincloud, an auburn windstorm and an icy-blue torrent. Although fascinated by the relic, time was of the essence and you hesitatingly follow Reaper’s lead and plunge down the brick-strewn cavity. Despite objective to the escapade, Jericho snorts and barely squeezes through the pitch-black crevice. Screaming as you plunge through a thick of cobwebs, you soon feel the slabbed flooring beneath your feet, welcomed by a room uncannily similar to the vault in Memory Lane. The room was perfectly circular, sporting a emerald hue as the walls and floors riddled with damp moss. At the focal point of the rounded tomb sat a gaping pedestal.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly echoes, causing shivers to tingle down your spine, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Suddenly forming before you, a slender, hourglass silhouette gently sways from the frayed platform. The undersized ghostly figure had no facial features, no fingers, no eyes, just a round pallid visage and a trailing carcass. Her dazzling white her draped in all directions, white spurs of pure light causing you to squint in its sheer brilliance. Although at a loss of pupils, you could feel she was staring you and your ragtag line-up down, almost as if she was gazing into your souls. With the wisp paying particular attention to the noxious toad, he hastily counters with an uneasy gulp as sweat droplets trickle down his bald noggin. Reaper senses this and snarls rather heatedly.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments before turning to the noxious amphibian, “and it’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” The three of you fall back on the sleazy toad, which whistles innocently and offhandedly averts your gaze. Reaper simply elevates his noose, the gagging shudders of the ominous frog providing him with ample amusement. Although somewhat engrossed yourself, you feel an ominous force tug your attention. Averting your gaze, your face is met by the mystifying wisp yet again.

“What is your business here, woman?”

Pearl's Perap
11th May 2009, 9:02 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: “Oh, ok”, he replies rather uneasily as the macaw flutters forth, “This is Crackers, he came from a-“

“CRACKERS!”

“-as I was saying, Crackers came from a school of tropical macaws like himself, although they soon migrated to the Cloud Garden. Crackers was only a bubba, and not the best of fliers. We took him under our wing for a while until we finally released him into the Eyrie Mountain Range”, Abaddon stretches forth his robed arm, Crackers suddenly perching on his hand and charmingly nipped at his fingers. Albeit wackier than the average Chatot, his abnormal twitching and creepy outbursts were what made him so unique. The monk uncoils his wrist, urging the multicoloured bird to leave his arm and flutter to yours. The Perap shakily flutters your way, gripping his sharp talons into your shoulder and bobbing his head to meet yours. As you nervously introduce yourself, the cheery bird produces a twisted grin.

“ZAK!” he caws affectionately, “♪ZAKZAKZAKZAKZAKZAK♪” he then chirps in an uncanny symphony. Abaddon raises an eyebrow toward the senile macaw before whistling over the tough-looking Salamence. He amply mounts the mythical beast and gestures a friendly farewell to you and your two comrades. As he leaves in a spur of light and awesomeness you notice the hoard of avian take course, scattering in their respected directions before leaving the wide expanse as vacant as usual. You remember your mission, the items you’d need by sundown. It seemed commonsensical to search for the egg first, with the several twigged nests scattered across the vast backlot. Hollering Dana to your side, the scorpion slightly envious of the attention you where sending the tropical bird, tows along as the stable airstream carries her leathery wings. Crackers unclips from your shoulder and takes centre stage by busily flapping his ruffled wings. It was time for a hike...

About twenty minutes of shimmying through the tightly knit boulders passes, you rub your fingers across the moss strewn cliff edge as you take another look down the void canyon. Sighing heavily, you lift your weary head upward to be welcomed by an oversized head sporting an 8-note. The macaw caws your name passionately, fluttering back and forth in an outlandish fashion. He takes a swoop for the vast canyon, chirping random words you’d previously slurred and pointing toward the apposing cliff edge. You stagger backward, noticing as luck would have it a budding Doduo. Nonetheless, the pair of dodos where mindlessly pluckling one another, struggling and squawking as they unknowingly drew closer to the staggering cliff edge...

[Aw, Crackers, how cute ;D]

Having become acquainted with his desired partner, an even more bizarre Chatot than normal known by the rather cute name of 'Crackers, Zak and the monk parted ways, Abaddon clambering aboard a huge Salamence before quickly flying off into the middle distance, quick to begin attempting to pecure the items designated to him. Not wasting any time, the parrot had already hopped to the boy's shoulder, digging his talons in for a good grip. Not wanting to fall behind, it would surely be dark soon and that would not be helpful for his hunt, Zak motioned towards the Gligar and Chatot and began walking. Noticing the FlyScorpion's jealous expression, the boy stroked her on the head with a big grin, the parrot was merely assisting for the time being, Dana was going to be round for much longer.

After quite a while of walking with no such luck in finding a Dodrio nest, the boy sighed, taking a little breather as he propped himself upon a mossy rock. It was at this point when Crackers swooped off alone, waving his metronome tail as if to request that Zak and Dana follow. Conforming, it became clear rather quickly why the Chatot had requested the two follow. Atop a cliff, two Doduo appeared to be sparring playfully. However, rather than being relieved, the boy felt a pang of worry. It appeared as though the pair of two headed birds had not even noticed how close they were to the cliff's edge.

"Oh...my.." Zak gasped, as an avid bird watcher, he would feel eternal sorrow if he left the two to continue playfighting right off of the edge, where they would no doubt plunge to a rather unpleasant and bloody death. "Dana, Crackers, we need to resolve this situation. I've got a plan, it might work..." the boy jabbered, "Crackers, fly to those Doduo, distract them with a little song and dance if you can. Whilst he does that, Dana, I want you to glide around to the cliffside they are so precariously standing near, when you're there, I want you to attempt to create a miniature whirlwind, one just strong enough to push the birds away from this perilous situation..."

As the two flying types processed what their commanding trainer had ordered, he gave his usual encouraging thumbs up and hoped for the very best...

Emp
11th May 2009, 10:45 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Despite far from the sanest bird you’d ever met, Cracker’s zany antics where beginning to grow on you. He’d make a fine aide in your endeavour, homeraised in the serene landscapes and familiar with every nook and cranny. He points you forefront with an alarming squawk, wagging his metronome-esque tail in excitement. He twitches and slurs, flailing in a zigzag motion before plopping on your streaky hair. You and Dana take a moment to absorb the scenery, spotting out a sparring pair of Doduo on an opposing rock face. Their escapade had gotten quite out of hand, the two causing pebbles to roll off of the daunting slump, the dodos soon to follow. Partially pleased your on the right track, yet even more so concerned about saving the duo of dodo, you nip into action with your two conrads all ears.

“DISTRACT! DISTRACT!” he caws, doing rollypollys in mid-air as his ogles twitched. Dana gives you an affectionate embrace before freefalling off the cliffedge and making his way to the hub of the dilemma. Crackers however flutters above, switching to a somewhat bizarre expression. You’re unsure if he’s thinking really hard or constipated at this point, his face scrunching as he busily fluttered his feathered wings. He suddenly releases an ear-splitting caw which amply grabs the sparring birds attention. They rake up at the colourful macaw, their beady eyes blinking in befuddlement. The same constipated face strikes the Perap yet again, unsure what to do without any specific orders. Dana raises an eyebrow and releases a deep sigh, Crackers responding with a nasty snarl. Noticing the Doduo returning to their scuffle, Chatot nervously flutters downward and releases a second chirp. He suddenly begins to spontaneously tapDance, his Feathers falling all over the place as he wags and jigs. Suddenly, one of Cracker’s fork-like feet gets tangled with the other, causing him to squawk and flap irately as he falls flat on his face. The two Doduo return yet again to their arguement, leaving you sighing in angst as the small bird’s failure...

“♪ABC...XYZ♪”, reciting the alphabet in perfect harmony, the two Doduo youngsters are promptly lulled to sleep. Having finished his serenade, Crackers scowls at the face the two couldn’t stay awake through it, the twosome now resting on the others shoulders. Right on queue, Dana swoops in and busy flaps her leather wings to create a Whirlwind which gusts the twosome a safe distance from the cliff-edge. You sigh in relief, the two avian fluttering back to your side and clipping onto your shoulders. It was now up to you to decide how the snoozing Doduo could result in the finding of a whole nest of the fuming ostriches. As you ponder upon this, your shiny green pokedex begins beeping in your trousers, urging you unfold its clever design. To your contentment, the green-hued gizmo had provided an intricate list of statistics on the multicoloured macaw...

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn441.gifSpecies Chatot
Nickname Crackers
Moves Peck, Growl, Sing,
Sing, Fury Attack, Chatter,
Taunt, Theif, Metronome,
Attract, Encore, Nastyplot,
Supersonic, Swift, Uproar,
Twister, Mirrormove

Pearl's Perap
11th May 2009, 10:56 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl's Perap: Despite far from the sanest bird you’d ever met, Cracker’s zany antics where beginning to grow on you. He’d make a fine aide in your endeavour, homeraised in the serene landscapes and familiar with every nook and cranny. He points you forefront with an alarming squawk, wagging his metronome-esque tail in excitement. He twitches and slurs, flailing in a zigzag motion before plopping on your streaky hair. You and Dana take a moment to absorb the scenery, spotting out a sparring pair of Doduo on an opposing rock face. Their escapade had gotten quite out of hand, the two causing pebbles to roll off of the daunting slump, the dodos soon to follow. Partially pleased your on the right track, yet even more so concerned about saving the duo of dodo, you nip into action with your two conrads all ears.

“DISTRACT! DISTRACT!” he caws, doing rollypollys in mid-air as his ogles twitched. Dana gives you an affectionate embrace before freefalling off the cliffedge and making his way to the hub of the dilemma. Crackers however flutters above, switching to a somewhat bizarre expression. You’re unsure if he’s thinking really hard or constipated at this point, his face scrunching as he busily fluttered his feathered wings. He suddenly releases an ear-splitting caw which amply grabs the sparring birds attention. They rake up at the colourful macaw, their beady eyes blinking in befuddlement. The same constipated face strikes the Perap yet again, unsure what to do without any specific orders. Dana raises an eyebrow and releases a deep sigh, Crackers responding with a nasty snarl. Noticing the Doduo returning to their scuffle, Chatot nervously flutters downward and releases a second chirp. He suddenly begins to spontaneously tapDance, his Feathers falling all over the place as he wags and jigs. Suddenly, one of Cracker’s fork-like feet gets tangled with the other, causing him to squawk and flap irately as he falls flat on his face. The two Doduo return yet again to their arguement, leaving you sighing in angst as the small bird’s failure...

“♪ABC...XYZ♪”, reciting the alphabet in perfect harmony, the two Doduo youngsters are promptly lulled to sleep. Having finished his serenade, Crackers scowls at the face the two couldn’t stay awake through it, the twosome now resting on the others shoulders. Right on queue, Dana swoops in and busy flaps her leather wings to create a Whirlwind which gusts the twosome a safe distance from the cliff-edge. You sigh in relief, the two avian fluttering back to your side and clipping onto your shoulders. It was now up to you to decide how the snoozing Doduo could result in the finding of a whole nest of the fuming ostriches. As you ponder upon this, your shiny green pokedex begins beeping in your trousers, urging you unfold its clever design. To your contentment, the green-hued gizmo had provided an intricate list of statistics on the multicoloured macaw...

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn441.gifSpecies Chatot
Nickname Crackers
Moves Peck, Growl, Sing,
Sing, Fury Attack, Chatter,
Taunt, Theif, Metronome,
Attract, Encore, Nastyplot,
Supersonic, Swift, Uproar,
Twister, Mirrormove


With no attack orders to complete, as Dana begins her designated plan, the cheerful parrot does his own thing. It isn't long before he has lulled the two Doduo into a deep sleep with a song. Eyeing the perfect opportunity to blow the bizarre ostriches to a safer location, the FlyScorpion whips up a miniature whirlwind, sending them both flying but not hindering their snooze at all.

"That's a relief..." Zak sighed, his simple plan working as a success, "If we are going to find that egg, we are going to have to wake them up. His brain had already began to tick the instant the parrot pokémon had lulled the two into their slumber. "Crackers, Uproar!" He knew he may live to regret asking the Chatot to begin an uproar, the attack was notoriously frustrating, but he knew full well that it woke up sleeping opponents.

"Hopefully, with the two Doduo waking up we will be able to get their assistance. Dana, send a few attractive hearts to potentially break the ice, let's just hope they're both little boys." Zak grinned at the Gligar, who nodded several times before beginning her own attack, "If they happen to give you any trouble, we don't want to hurt them, a little paralysis may be key, so thunder wave if necessary."

Standing back, the boy examined his yellowgreen pokédex, analyzing the small but rather interesting arsenal of attacks that Crackers the Chatot possessed...

mew-the original
12th May 2009, 8:42 AM
Mystic Jungle
Once homage to the Lyanazian Empire, its amazing architects have now been completely overrun by the thick foliage. No matter how many endeavours the Lyanazian’s took to return to the forest, they’d always find their huts ripped apart by the brash lianas and consumed by the forest. It’s normally a very peaceful place where grass, bug and flying Pokémon thrive but the magical temples of the old kingdom have brought upon strange occurrences to the natives passing through. Should you find yourself in the incredibly fruitful rainforest, who knows what you may encounter.

Areas:
Garden of Iris: Floating high above the rest of Lyanazia, the ruin is said to be homed by the mighty goddess of nature and her many Shaymin. The ground is made up entirely of clouds which magically both supports any amount of weight and can grow many beautiful flowers and trees. It is hidden from view so it is mostly untouched by man. The only way to reach it is to climb up a rainbow that stretches from the ground to the clouds.

Throughout Tim's adventures in the glorious land of Fizzytopiea, he had encountered, and overcame many obstacles and tests of his valor. But now, Tim was ready to travel to a place where he wouldn't have to worry about constantly being terrified of what was around the corner. He was ready to travel the lush lands of the lively tribal zone, Lyanazia. Having recently heard about a garden in the sky known as the Garden of Iris, Tim thought it would be a great idea to trek through these cloudy lands, not to mention the great view it would have of the whole jungle below.

“Hm, so if I remember correctly, to get to the Garden of Iris, I need to find the rainbow stairway…” Tim said as he walked through the jungle, searching the clouds for any sign of a rainbow. While he searched the sky, a clone of Tim followed, mimicking all of his motions perfectly. Tim began to circle around incase he happened to miss anything when he saw the mischievous imposter. “Morph, cut it out!” Tim exclaimed, with a smirk on his face, the Tim wannabe emitted a pink glow and quickly turned into a small pile of pink goo, but this wasn’t any goo, it was Tim’s adventure assistant, Morph the Ditto. “Dit! Dit! Dit, dit!” laughed the little blob as it’s trainer let out a large sigh and pinched his brow as a way to calm down. “Let’s just keep going…” Tim said as Morph oozed its way onto Tim’s shoulder. The two continued their search; looking high into the sky, then low on the floor, not a single rainbow was found. Suddenly, Tim began to see the faintest colors of a rainbow. “There it is!” Tim shouted in excitement. The two ran through the forest and quickly made their way to the rainbow stair case and began their climb to the Garden of Iris!

Emp
13th May 2009, 10:15 AM
Breezy Path

Pearl: The two avian had worked as a team and below and behold achieved their objective. Nonetheless you had a hitch in your plan, ticking the first item from your checklist was to grow knotty as the duo of dodos endearing snuggled into a siesta. Crackers on the other hand was less than happy his beautiful serenade had evoked such slumber, boiling in frenzy as he fluttered over to you. He nuzzled his little head in your backpack, avidly searching for a marker pen to graffiti the faces of the chirpy birds. You grab a hold of the crazy bird by his metronome-shaped tail, raising an eyebrow to the odd macaw as he dangled in your grasp. You instead ask him to wakeup the duo of dodo with a rousing uproar. Sighing and fluttering forward with a slight limp and twitch, Crackers grips his talons into one of the bird’s fluffy tan noggins. He takes a elongated inhale, you and Dana promply clapping your ears for what was to be a ear-splitting Uproar...


♪ON TOP OF OLD SMOKIE!
ALL COVERED IN SNOW!
I LOST MY OLD LOVER!
FOR COURTING TOO SLOW!♪

The two dodos wail in pain as their eardrums shatter in light of the god-awful drone. Crackers chirps enthusiastically, busily flapping his feathery wings and clipping onto your forehead. Noticing the grumpy mugs on the beady dodo’s face, Dana nervously flutters wayward and carpet-bombs the twosome with a shower of Attractive hearts. The two faces of fury are swift to change to a pleasant awe from the love-struck birds. With the two apparently male dodo well awake, Dana beats his leathery wings to meet you on your side of the cliff-face, crippling your jacket as she escorts you to the adjacent border. Folding away your green Johto-Dex, you eye up the two bubbas and kindly ask them for a tour of their nest. Completely unaware you plan to steal one of their baby siblings, the duo simultaneously bob their dangling heads and begin prancing up the steep mountainside. Quick to follow, you find yourself hastily meandering through jutted rocks and dipping crevices whilst your two comrades flutter ahead at a breakneck pace. After less than a minute of sprinting through the uneven terrain, you find Doduo and Dana come to a standstill, Crackers flailing onto his face in an attempt to stop. You peer over the vast expanse, another dip leading to a lush sanctuary of grassy terrain. Several Doduo playfully skipped to the watering hole, their beady eyes filling with glee as they gush the fresh mountain water. More to your interest, several clusters of twiggy nests littered the breeding ground, each filled to the rim with plump ostrich eggs. Not to be outdone, your in angst to notice several large Dodrio patrolling the nests with their motherly instincts on a high. Considering a way to snatch the eggs, you feel the small Doduo tug your sleeve, ushering you to play in the watering hole with it...


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Wavering upon a new region of the fast Fizzy Bubbles to enter, you settle on the vast jungles of Lyanazia, bustling with exotic plants and leafy wildlife. The tropical atoll was ledged to be older than time, and as you shimmied through the towering roots and dangling liana you set your tracks on the fabled paradise where it all began. Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid safari. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Island, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace as the spurs of sunlight break up into shadowed patches on the mud-strewn floor. As you beat away the droplets of sweat from your forehead, a pink flurry of goo shapes itself on your shoulder, chirping cheerily as it shapes into various jungle Pokémon. A trio Tangela scuttle below, scurrying beneath the muddy undergrowth and kicking up dead leaves in their wake. Morph beams with curiosity, the bubba ditto transforming into the knotted shrub in hopes of joining the fun. You ensure to keep the Ditto close by however, still squinting for the glimmer of a rainbow stairwell. A few hours pass, and you suddenly start to notice odd tunics nestled upon the forest floor, coupled with debris of what appeared to be a tribal architect. You up your pace in curiosity, eager to stumble upon something other than the occasional Tangela or Yanma. Rushing past the Steelix-sized saplings and tattered pillars, you notice a vast expanse coloured with a stunning vista. A flat, tiled stretch of ruin littered ahead, adjacent to a miniature cliff edge and a gushing waterfall creating a small watering hole. Above all this multihued spurs refracted before you, an eye-striking rainbow stretching up to the fluffy clouds. Nonetheless, there was a steed guarding the gaudy trail, gently grazing on the patches of grass growing over the archaic tiles. The Pokémon leered up to you, startled to see a human in its presence. Its tan fur glimmered, white splotches budding on its bony back like something you’d never seen before. Sprouting from either side of its head were two brittle yellow antlers, the odd shaped appendages sporting a beady black dot on either side. The odd antlers evoke a strange sensation, making you tingle, grow dizzy, you find yourself having trouble keeping upright...

Pearl's Perap
13th May 2009, 10:37 AM
Breezy Path

Pearl: The two avian had worked as a team and below and behold achieved their objective. Nonetheless you had a hitch in your plan, ticking the first item from your checklist was to grow knotty as the duo of dodos endearing snuggled into a siesta. Crackers on the other hand was less than happy his beautiful serenade had evoked such slumber, boiling in frenzy as he fluttered over to you. He nuzzled his little head in your backpack, avidly searching for a marker pen to graffiti the faces of the chirpy birds. You grab a hold of the crazy bird by his metronome-shaped tail, raising an eyebrow to the odd macaw as he dangled in your grasp. You instead ask him to wakeup the duo of dodo with a rousing uproar. Sighing and fluttering forward with a slight limp and twitch, Crackers grips his talons into one of the bird’s fluffy tan noggins. He takes a elongated inhale, you and Dana promply clapping your ears for what was to be a ear-splitting Uproar...


♪ON TOP OF OLD SMOKIE!
ALL COVERED IN SNOW!
I LOST MY OLD LOVER!
FOR COURTING TOO SLOW!♪

The two dodos wail in pain as their eardrums shatter in light of the god-awful drone. Crackers chirps enthusiastically, busily flapping his feathery wings and clipping onto your forehead. Noticing the grumpy mugs on the beady dodo’s face, Dana nervously flutters wayward and carpet-bombs the twosome with a shower of Attractive hearts. The two faces of fury are swift to change to a pleasant awe from the love-struck birds. With the two apparently male dodo well awake, Dana beats his leathery wings to meet you on your side of the cliff-face, crippling your jacket as she escorts you to the adjacent border. Folding away your green Johto-Dex, you eye up the two bubbas and kindly ask them for a tour of their nest. Completely unaware you plan to steal one of their baby siblings, the duo simultaneously bob their dangling heads and begin prancing up the steep mountainside. Quick to follow, you find yourself hastily meandering through jutted rocks and dipping crevices whilst your two comrades flutter ahead at a breakneck pace. After less than a minute of sprinting through the uneven terrain, you find Doduo and Dana come to a standstill, Crackers flailing onto his face in an attempt to stop. You peer over the vast expanse, another dip leading to a lush sanctuary of grassy terrain. Several Doduo playfully skipped to the watering hole, their beady eyes filling with glee as they gush the fresh mountain water. More to your interest, several clusters of twiggy nests littered the breeding ground, each filled to the rim with plump ostrich eggs. Not to be outdone, your in angst to notice several large Dodrio patrolling the nests with their motherly instincts on a high. Considering a way to snatch the eggs, you feel the small Doduo tug your sleeve, ushering you to play in the watering hole with it...

In no time at all, the two flying types pair up once more, following Zak's orders to a tee. With the Doduo still in a deep sleep, it was Crackers' chance to do what he seemingly did best, cause a complete uproar. Singing a rather elaborate and ear-splitting song, far different to his sleep-inducing ballad from the previous round, the two ostriches leaped up, awakened in an instant. Visibly disgruntled, Dana eyed her opportunity quickly, placing his pincers to her mouth before blowing a flurry of kisses to the two. With the attack, the Doduo began swooning over the FlyScorpion at once, they would be firmly in her palm, if she had any.

"Good job you two. Now, after those birdies!" Zak motioned towards the fact the two infatuated birds were now merrily skipping in the opposite direction. Plodding after the flightless birds, the fliers trailing behind, the boy gasped in awe. They appeared to have led the trio to a breeding ground for nothing but Doduo and their evolution, the pokémon from which Zak had to obtain an egg, Dodrio. From a distance, the trainer spotted a number of patrolling three-headed birds, each one looking a lot more hostile than their two-headed offspring. Beginning to plot, all thinking is cut short by a tug upon the boy's sleeve, one of the Doduo from before attempting to pull him to a watering hole to play.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt having a little play..." Zak spoke in a kind manner to the playful bird. Following after the Doduo, the boy hollered to the Gligar and Chatot come close, "Fly up and scout the area, try and find a nest that hasn't got one of those powerful Dodrio on guard if you can." he hissed, pointing over to the nests before continuing after the dodo, attempting to form a friendship with the bird. A pang of guilt twanged within his very self, but he pushed it aside, one egg wouldn't hurt, he was sure...

Weebos, Purveyor of Great Fun
14th May 2009, 2:14 AM
The Tree Forts

Weebos: Feeling heavily fatigued and bruised, you clamber to your feet and bat any dirt off of your tattered clothes. Eying across the bamboo keep, it was apparent you weren’t the only inmate of the rabid primates. Razia sent a weak glance your way, wincing as he lifted his trim body, his talons flinching in light of the chook’s several grazes. Beside your comrade, Chimchar growled sheepishly as it stumbled in tow, the usually cheerful Aipom following the primate’s track. Coming back into focus with reality, a small light bulb flickers above your head, perhaps a scheme that could free you of the monkey’s jail. You usher closer to the downed apes, Chimchar’s flame barely glowing whilst Aipom was shifting its weight into its tail to stay upright. It’d seemed the ragtag band of Mankey had left a scar on the two, though you’d need their help if you wanted to execute a breakout. A bushfire was your plan, with Razia and Chimchar in the lead, and yourself and Aipom in the rear. A glimmer of hope flickers in each of the chimp’s eyes, Chimchar’s tail-flame swelling passionately. You make a pact, slapping your hand in the hub of the jail. Razia is first to connect, releasing a frenzied caw and smirking eagerly. The Aipom is quick to follow, placing its tail-hand above Razia’s claw and releasing a widening grin. The three of you turn to Chimchar, who still looks rather timid and wobbly. The fire-monkey pauses for a second before finishing the quartet of camaraderie!

“Chimcha!” he declares with a weak smile. With that, both you and the purple primate usher to the rear of the stilted prison whilst Chimchar and Razia take centre stage. You grip a hold of the bamboo walls, rickety as they where, and hope for the best as the chook’s eyes grew a fiery scarlet. The duo of fire-types suddenly tilt their heads slightly, briefly inhaling before exhaling a crimson inferno of spurs at the brittle bars. The fire envelops the green bars, dyeing them a smouldering black as they crumble before you. Clambering over the spacious hole, you calmly pace about the wooden treehouse with a keen interest. The timber walls sported several markings, depicting countless skirmishes and attention-grabbing tales. You finger through the various hieroglyphics, one making itself abundant above the others. A doodle depicting several pig-nosed monkeys attacking the tribesmen was shown, appropriately smeared in red paint. But amidst the stick-figure corpses was a slender figure with defined muscles and a fiery aura. The next panel showed it stick-figure trouncing the army of Mankey, natives soon returning to the treetops. It was somewhat unusual that the tattered illustration matched the daunting situation you’d found yourself in, perhaps it was sketched soon before the chimp uprising... You continue your escape, shrewdly grappling a hold of a makeshift stepladder compiled of thick bamboo sticks and ropey vines. The outdoors looks as tranquil as before, the tropical ambiance providing a relaxing pulsation. Several Yanma zip ahead, a family of Oddish scuttling bellow. The height was still rather staggering, perched in a hut balanced upon a colossal sapling. Having a finger of the vine ladders, you notice they bear a fairly jagged texture. Whether they could support you and your comrades was anyone’s guess.

What will you do?


After listening to Weebos’ suggestion Aipom immediately counted itself in on the plan, however Chimchar, who served a pivotal role in the execution, was hesitant. The three conspirators with there hands together in a dramatic display of camaraderie turned to Chimchar, and awaited its decision. The fire monkey finally made his decision and placed his hand on the three others and said, “Chimcha!”

With that the plan was underway, Aipom and Weebos moved to the rear of the cell and the two fire types got to work. The combined might of the blazing assault easily tore through the cage and the four stepped out into freedom. Weebos and company proceeded to explore the tree houses. Weebos observed markings depicting a story. Leaning in closer he saw that there appeared to be a battle between Mankey and the tribal warriors, however in the middle of the fray one figure stood out. It was a muscular figure with a fiery aura about it, it was shown to be defeating the Mankey and saving the day. Noting the parallel to the predicament he was in Weebos digested the implications of the story depicted.

The group continued to clamber their way through the tree houses until they came upon some vine ladders. Observing them Weebos became concerned about how well they could hold any of their weight. It was planning time again. He turned to face the pokemon behind him and said, “Okay guys, heres the deal. These vine ladders are a bit shoddy, so we shouldn’t all go up at once. I propose that Aipom goes up first, being very light and incredibly dexterous I don’t think you should have a problem. Then I will go up next with Aipom’s help from about to make sure the vines can hold us, then Aipom and I can help Razia and Chimchar up, sound like a plan folks?”

Arc_Angel
16th May 2009, 3:24 PM
Mystic Forest

Arc Angel: The flares grew ever closer, leaving your time scarce and a decision outstanding. Despite all instinct pointing away from the path, you had no choice but to follow it. The blazing bushfire was growing from all directions, making quick work of the treefort lumber and enveloping the path you came from. There was, no less, another alleyway. This path which was neatly trimmed by icy breath seemed to lead to a trail just as smoke ridden. You begin to cough as the thick ambiance becomes almost insufferable. Slouching your body to nip under the thick smog, you trail down the chilly path with the infant ape snuggled in your griddling arms. The three beasts promptly tailed your lead, Koffing shuddering to keep its volatile substances away from the flaring shrubbery. Reaper on the other hand remained as detached as always, tugging the fractious toad along like a ragdoll with no regard of his comfort. Upping your pace into a steady jog as you tightly meander through the thick of the undergrowth, you feel somewhat assured you can still hear the trio closely in tow. All the while, Jericho and Reaper bob through the trails of liana and buttress roots, Croagunk unable to reach his feet as he is socked by the various objects. After a breakneck escape from the daunting bonfire, you find yourself with a snoozing Aipom who’s mother you’d yet to uncover, coupled with a traiterious amphibian who could have very well lead you to your death. You stare forthwith, squinting as you find yourself before what appears to be a tattered ruin. Several Aztek-esque trinkets and brickwork litter themselves across the half-destroyed crypt, nothing but the occasional pillar remaining. Rubbing the pain off his bruised backside, the devious frog rushes to his feet and croaks you toward a small cavity nestled about the ruins before hopping into it along with the keystone spirit. Slowly mooching toward it, you perceive with keen interest a great golden sundial, shadowing a symbol of an orange sun. Other illustrations included a blue-ish raincloud, an auburn windstorm and an icy-blue torrent. Although fascinated by the relic, time was of the essence and you hesitatingly follow Reaper’s lead and plunge down the brick-strewn cavity. Despite objective to the escapade, Jericho snorts and barely squeezes through the pitch-black crevice. Screaming as you plunge through a thick of cobwebs, you soon feel the slabbed flooring beneath your feet, welcomed by a room uncannily similar to the vault in Memory Lane. The room was perfectly circular, sporting a emerald hue as the walls and floors riddled with damp moss. At the focal point of the rounded tomb sat a gaping pedestal.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly echoes, causing shivers to tingle down your spine, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Suddenly forming before you, a slender, hourglass silhouette gently sways from the frayed platform. The undersized ghostly figure had no facial features, no fingers, no eyes, just a round pallid visage and a trailing carcass. Her dazzling white her draped in all directions, white spurs of pure light causing you to squint in its sheer brilliance. Although at a loss of pupils, you could feel she was staring you and your ragtag line-up down, almost as if she was gazing into your souls. With the wisp paying particular attention to the noxious toad, he hastily counters with an uneasy gulp as sweat droplets trickle down his bald noggin. Reaper senses this and snarls rather heatedly.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments before turning to the noxious amphibian, “and it’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” The three of you fall back on the sleazy toad, which whistles innocently and offhandedly averts your gaze. Reaper simply elevates his noose, the gagging shudders of the ominous frog providing him with ample amusement. Although somewhat engrossed yourself, you feel an ominous force tug your attention. Averting your gaze, your face is met by the mystifying wisp yet again.

“What is your business here, woman?”

With little options left to her Stacey stared down at the singular flame-free path up ahead. Reaper's Icy Wind had cooled down the surrounding vines and shrubbery yet thick black smoke filled the air, but it was becoming inevitably unavoidable. The Tree Forts were engulfed by the inferno, the now fragile timbers falling dangerously to the ground. The heat was becoming unbearable and evn though she had removed her shirt to escape it, revealing the white tank top underneath, Stacey was regretting that motion too as her bare skin screamed in protest at the nearing flames turning a faint red. Nipping under the thick smog-like smoke she began her trip down the path the baby Aipon wrapped up in her shirt in her arms protectively. Jericho quickly followed in her wake trying to keep as far away from the fire as possible not wanting to learn Explosion the painful deadly way, Reaper floating along behind him with Croagunk on its tight purple leash.

As the path became wider Stacey broke out into a jog her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen to use for the exercise confident that her boys were following closely behind her. Soon the smog began to lift a little as they left the thick jungle into an open area of land and she breatehd a sigh of relief. Standing up to full height she rubbed a kink out of her back and looked down at the snoozing Aipom now completely unaware of the danger surrounding it, Stacey wondered where its mother had gone too? Possibly fled in the panic and forgot its child, bad parenting indeed. Taking in their new surroundings they seemed to have found themselves in a set olf old worn looking ruins and as Stacey studied the carvings on the stone and the odd trinkets strewn about she guessed Aztec in origin but couldn't be sure, this wasn't her expertise! Croagunk chose that moment to interject itself into her thoughts as it ran forward as far as its leash would allow and pointed to a cavity in amongst the ruins and the frog disappeared along with Reaper who was keeping a tight lock on it. Stacey and Jericho followed the pair noticing with interest several pictures depicted on a monument before the entrance; a sundial obsuring a the bright circle, a blue rain cloud, an autumn coloured windstorm and an icy blue torrent, like a Blizzard. She pondered on their meanings for a moment before looking down at the drop hesitantly Jericho grinning at her waggling his eyebrows in a cocky manner. She swatted him away before leaping into the hole holding back a scream as she hit the ground falling to her knees. She heard Jericho cursing up above and saw his bloated gas-filled sac self struggling to squeeze through and grinned back, that would show him for mocking her!

Stacey took a long look around and shuddered at how familiar it looked to that vault in Memory Lane, that was not a fun experience ... stupid old hag, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her! Jericho eventually joined them moaning about the size of the hole he had to fit through as he looked at the room in disgust not bothering to hold back his thoughts on how gross the moss-covered walls looked. In the centre of the circular room was a singular pedestal and Stacey had a faint concern that Croagunk had brought her here as a trap, she would kill that little amphibian if that was the case.

“Hellooo...” a feminine voice calmly spoke out and Stacey nearly jumped out of her skin by the new voice, “I am a wisp and the protector of these hallowed halls”. Whirling around she saw a silhouette of what would appear to be a woman made completely from light no facial features but almost long tendrils of white hair moving from an unown wind. She was she bright Stacey had to shield her eyes but even then she could feel her non-existant eyes boring into their souls and could almost see her staring at Croagunk who was looking rather peturbed by the spotlight.

“There’s one-hundred-and-twelve of you? Quite a turnout”, she comments and Stacey frowns before an 'oh' of realisation forms on her face, 108 of thos were Reaper. “It’s not been long since I saw your face, purple one. Is the weather as you expected?” she addressed Croagunk everyone present turning to see what answer it would give. Croagunk averted everyone's gazes nervously but soon was left choking on his noose as Reaper grinned maniacally enjoying the pain he was causing the frog. Suddenly Stacey felt a force tug her head back round to squint at the Wisp as she addressed her: “What is your business here, woman?” it asked and Stacey felt a little nervous at the tone in its voice.

"It's Stacey," she said not enjoying being refered to as 'woman' " there are only 4 of us here, my Spiritomb accounts for 108 of those you sensed and you should ask your 'purple friend' here about we're here, he led along to escape the large bushfire outside," she said but felt compelled to tell more, did she want her to give her full story?

"It's a long story as to how and why we all ended up in this land, Croagunk and the fire being only the most recent, do you want to hear all this?" she asked not really getting any kind of repsonse.

"Well," she said clearing her voice, "I travelled to a place called the Cloud Garden in another part of the world, Memory Lane in particular with another of my Pokemon. We encountered a girl first, or a possessed Misdreavus pretending to be a girl. After she was defeated an old woman revealed herself as asked us to follow her, we did merely out of curiosity since she knew about the dark entitiy possessing the ghost and lead us to a crypt and thats when Reaper my Spiritomb joined us. As we entered we came across a room similar to this and there was a well filled with dark energy. The old woman's Dusknoir became possessed and we fought him whilst she performed an exorcism managing to do so successfully. After that she promised that she would tell us more of these dark forces but instead pushed us down that well and we ended up in this jungle." Stacey grumbled at that last part. "Ermm ... well after that we nearly got trampled on by a Giratina of all things, tried to find some form of civilization wandered upon this frog who attacked us," she growled at him and he shrank back" then then fire became too dangerous to avoid and we ran ... and thats it," Stacey finished grinning sheepishly.

mew-the original
17th May 2009, 3:54 AM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Wavering upon a new region of the fast Fizzy Bubbles to enter, you settle on the vast jungles of Lyanazia, bustling with exotic plants and leafy wildlife. The tropical atoll was ledged to be older than time, and as you shimmied through the towering roots and dangling liana you set your tracks on the fabled paradise where it all began. Longing to discover the mystifying garden said to be homed to an ancient goddess, you tread through the Emerald Jungle in search of its rainbow trail. Unsure on how to find the multihued path, you aimlessly get acquainted with the humid safari. You’d chosen a particularly hot day to embark upon the lush Island, fortunately the shade of the upper canopy provides you with some solace as the spurs of sunlight break up into shadowed patches on the mud-strewn floor. As you beat away the droplets of sweat from your forehead, a pink flurry of goo shapes itself on your shoulder, chirping cheerily as it shapes into various jungle Pokémon. A trio Tangela scuttle below, scurrying beneath the muddy undergrowth and kicking up dead leaves in their wake. Morph beams with curiosity, the bubba ditto transforming into the knotted shrub in hopes of joining the fun. You ensure to keep the Ditto close by however, still squinting for the glimmer of a rainbow stairwell. A few hours pass, and you suddenly start to notice odd tunics nestled upon the forest floor, coupled with debris of what appeared to be a tribal architect. You up your pace in curiosity, eager to stumble upon something other than the occasional Tangela or Yanma. Rushing past the Steelix-sized saplings and tattered pillars, you notice a vast expanse coloured with a stunning vista. A flat, tiled stretch of ruin littered ahead, adjacent to a miniature cliff edge and a gushing waterfall creating a small watering hole. Above all this multihued spurs refracted before you, an eye-striking rainbow stretching up to the fluffy clouds. Nonetheless, there was a steed guarding the gaudy trail, gently grazing on the patches of grass growing over the archaic tiles. The Pokémon leered up to you, startled to see a human in its presence. Its tan fur glimmered, white splotches budding on its bony back like something you’d never seen before. Sprouting from either side of its head were two brittle yellow antlers, the odd shaped appendages sporting a beady black dot on either side. The odd antlers evoke a strange sensation, making you tingle, grow dizzy, you find yourself having trouble keeping upright...


As the adolecent trainer, Tim, explored the jungle in the hopes of finding the entrance to the rumoured Garden of Iris, his companion, Morph the Ditto, was having fun transforming into pokemon left and right. Eventually, the pink blob settled with the form of Tangela and the two continued their search for the rainbow entrance to the Garden of Iris. After hours of walking, Tim came across some artifact fragments, "Maybe I'm close!" he thought as his eyes widened at the sight of the blocks. He began to run forward, leaving the viney Morph behind confused, but Morph soon followed its master. Just ahead layed the rainbow bridge Tim and Morph had been searching for. "Wow, this is it..." Tim said to himself as the Tangela shaped Morph bumped into Tim, not paying attention to where it was running. Tim didn't budge as he stared at awe of the rainbow while little Morph bounced off and quickly got up, mumbling in a complaining tone to Tim. Morph soon realized what Tim had been staring at and began to cheer, happy that they had finally found what they were looking for.

Though there was something Tim hadn't noticed, just ahead, infront of the Rainbow road, was the Big Horn Pokemon, Stantler. "Oh, lets check this pokemon in my 'Dex." Tim clulessly stated, not noticing the Stantler was preparing for battle. "Stantler, the Big Horn Pokemon. Staring at its antlers creates an odd sensation as if one were being drawn into their centers."

"Wow, that's quiet a pokemon there." Tim said cheerfully as he put his pokedex away. Suddenly, he felt a tingley sensation, making the young trainer feel dizzy. "Ugh, what's going on, I can barely stand...." Tim said as he stumbled around. "Wait, you want to battle!" Tim said as if he had made a discovery. Morph fell to the floor in suprise of its trainers thick-headedness.

"Morph! I want you to Contrict Stantler while I check what moves you are able to use!" Tim said as he struggled to reach for his pokedex yet again.

Emp
18th May 2009, 11:06 AM
Breezy Path

Perap: You where a man on a mission, and with the abundance of oval eggs nested in the oversized bird’s nests it would appear your mission had become much easier. Nonetheless there was a hitch in your plan, a group of motherly Dodrio taking watch on their nests, ready to risk anything in veil of saving their young. With this thorn in your side, you attempt to think up a nippy alternative, a way in which you could poach the egg undetected. You suddenly feel a tug on your sleeve, the beady-eyed Doduo prodding you to join it in the crystal-clear watering hole. Although you had important matters to deal with, a relaxing dip would be a nice change from the relentless hiking you’d come so accustom to. Eagerly in tow of the twin bubbas, you and crackers scuttle into the crater-like nesting ground whilst you throw off your upper-attire, cheerfully lunging into the mountain springs. The water cool and refreshing, crystal clear due to the high climate. Crackers caws blaringly, unhappy that his downy feathers where completely drenched. The young Doduo surround you with a piqued interest, sampling the spring-water and chirping in delight. They didn’t seem phased by you or Crackers, although one could only wonder how Dana’s mission was going. You emerge from the water, squinting across at the clustered nests... Suddenly! You notice half-a-dozen maternally fuelled Dodrio firing warning blasts of Tri-Attack to fend off the Scorpion. Whilst they where comfortable with you and the brain-dead macaw, the same couldn’t be said for Gligar who were all too renowned for snatching eggs from bird’s nests...


The Tree Forts

Weebos: You finger at the vine-ladder, noticing it was poorly built and had weathered considerably over the years. There was no quick way to tell if it could hold your weight, so for now you look toward the light-footed Aipom to lead the way. Although far from the strongest of chimps, the Aipom would be quick-witted enough to help you or Razia should you loose your grip. You pull on the ladder once more, eyeballing another treehut which it trailed to. The small primate beams chirpily, snatching the rope with his pawed tail before swinging upward with an impressive show of aerial acrobatics. Scuttling upward with the knotted stairwell barely breezing, Aipom jumps onto the timber platform and patiently looms back over the three of you. It was your turn. You uneasily hold either end of the vine-ladder, your hands perspiring in light of the humidity. Getting a firm grip, you rest your feet on the ladder as it creeks awkwardly, losing momentum would surely result in the brittle lianas snapping. You begin your ascent, slowly clambering as the ladder swung in either direction. You it a rule not to look at the daunting drop, the distant undergrowth nestled with Spinarak and Scorupi. A few seconds pass as you finally make it inches from the wooden platform, jumping out of your skin as one of the steps in the makeshift ladder snaps and your leg gives way. The small Aipom instantly grabs you with his handy appendage, tugging you onto the surface with a surprising show of strength. You roll back over, outstretching your hand in case Razia or Chimchar needed your help, the two fighting Pokémon making easy work of the ladder. The fiery chimp scuttles ahead, barely heavy enough to budge to stepladder. Your chook of a companion takes more time as he uses his slender wings to provide him with needed momentum. You sigh with relief upon tugging the Combusken up to the platform, upping to your feet as you look for a way about. Suddenly! A brown projectile flings through the air, slapping across the purple chimp and almost causing her to flail off of the platform like a ragdoll. You fretfully squint upon the endless layer of trees, a few Mankey screams making themselves known. Wiping the brown substance off of its face, the Aipom shows a look of disgust upon whiffing its putrid odour. The purple ape flounders its lengthy tail, toward the source of the buckshot a flurry of Swift stars blustering across the trees like shuriken blades. A sudden squeal from the unknown amount of monkey-pigs can be heard as they begin readying their faces once more...


The Sundial

Arc Although quite intimidated by the stunning cadaver, you pluck up the courage to respond to the will-o-wisp. Her tone was bad-mannered in your eyes, and after correcting her you continue to explain your lengthy tale in a rather sarcastic manner. The odd tale of a Victorian girl, who was in fact a lonely Misdreavus pining for her young owner who was in fact “on the other side”. It was then your story became more and more ominous, encountering an odd gypsy who led you on a stroll through the decrepit craves of Memory Lane. You met with a room, filled with a dark entity which had been budding in its caged catacomb for centuries old. Defeating its host and sending it in retreat, you where left plummeting through a realm of shadows, somehow landing in the mystical jungles of Lyanazia. A draconic diety of darkness crossed your path, no less disturbed by something you had been sent to find out... Trailing on for quite some time, you squint up at the ghostly creature that looks as pokerfaced as usual.

“My child”, the spirit laughs in a rather sarcastic tone, “I do not care for your back-story, nor will I memorize it. I have no emotion, I feel no sympathy for you. I left my host millennia ago, I don’t remember much about my mortal life... My sole purpose is to protect an archaic sundial, its mystical powers capable of changing climates...” She gives you a moment to muse over this thought, her faceless complexion as mystifying as ever. Her body flowed with pulses of light, the white spurs pulsing off into her elongated tendrils. She then turns to you and Reaper, Jericho, Croagunk and Aipom, who was still snoozing in your arms. Her next sentence echoed above all others, as if pumping from the hallowed walls around you rather than from the white spirit.

“If you wish to create Sun, Rain, Hail or Sandstorm, play a game with me child. Although you must choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...” she echoes clairvoyantly...

This is just a short puzzle, meaning once it begins you’ll only be required to type up a line of orders


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Whilst struggling against the mind-control of the alluring antlers, you fiddle about your backpack for your nifty Pokémon Encyclopaedia. You raise it to your eye line, the dex’s light begins flickering wildly as it recognises the mighty stag as Stantler. You feel knees becoming ever more wobbly, averting your gaze from the mystifying horns and focusing on Morph instead. You feel the best way to reach to colourful trail would be to wrestle with the reindeer Pokémon, perhaps that’s why it was there in the first place. You usher an attack to the knotted shrub, one universal to all Tangela whilst you scanned for Morph’s additional moves. The ditto nods, his beady eyes blinking before jigging toward the intimidating Stantler. He instantly unravels his knotty tendrils, the bluish vines looping around the stag’s slender legs before Constricting their hold. The reindeer neighs in shock, throttling rearward as Morph is trailed around with it! The Stantler stomps at the ground furiously, the shrubby Tangela falling on his backside and loosing his grip. The deer continues to stomp the ground, galloping en route to Morph and ramming him with an unruly tackle. Ditto snivels slightly as he hops back onto his red sneakers. Just in time, your Pokedex begins beeping once more, the high-tech device fully installing Morph’s moves.

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn114.gifSpecies Ditto
Nickname Morph
Moves Transform, Ingrain,
Sleep Powder, Absorb, Growth,
Poison Powder, Vine Whip, Bind,
Mega Drain, Stun Spore,
Knock Off, Natural Gift, Slam,
Tickle, Constrict, Ancient Power

Pearl's Perap
18th May 2009, 4:42 PM
Breezy Path

Perap: You where a man on a mission, and with the abundance of oval eggs nested in the oversized bird’s nests it would appear your mission had become much easier. Nonetheless there was a hitch in your plan, a group of motherly Dodrio taking watch on their nests, ready to risk anything in veil of saving their young. With this thorn in your side, you attempt to think up a nippy alternative, a way in which you could poach the egg undetected. You suddenly feel a tug on your sleeve, the beady-eyed Doduo prodding you to join it in the crystal-clear watering hole. Although you had important matters to deal with, a relaxing dip would be a nice change from the relentless hiking you’d come so accustom to. Eagerly in tow of the twin bubbas, you and crackers scuttle into the crater-like nesting ground whilst you throw off your upper-attire, cheerfully lunging into the mountain springs. The water cool and refreshing, crystal clear due to the high climate. Crackers caws blaringly, unhappy that his downy feathers where completely drenched. The young Doduo surround you with a piqued interest, sampling the spring-water and chirping in delight. They didn’t seem phased by you or Crackers, although one could only wonder how Dana’s mission was going. You emerge from the water, squinting across at the clustered nests... Suddenly! You notice half-a-dozen maternally fuelled Dodrio firing warning blasts of Tri-Attack to fend off the Scorpion. Whilst they where comfortable with you and the brain-dead macaw, the same couldn’t be said for Gligar who were all too renowned for snatching eggs from bird’s nests...

Taking a few moments to enjoy the cool waters alongside the Doduo and Crackers, Zak actually began having fun, since arriving in Lyanazia he had been on his toes rather consistently with various foes and obstacles, only now could he kick back a little and enjoy his time, whether he was on a mission or not. With the whole location seeming remarkably calm, considering Dodrio are known for their somewhat hostile nature when approached in their breeding grounds, the boy decided to check up on the Gligar, who was patrolling above.

It was at that moment that Zak noticed the worst thing that could have happened, the Dodrio had noticed the gliding scorpion scouting the area and, knowing a Gligar's tendency to rob eggs from nests for a quick and easy meal, they began to fire off tri-attacks, each head releasing triangles representing a different element. The boy had to act fast, if he was to run to the aid of Dana, he would surely get assaulted by the intimidating birds without them having a second thought. Knowing Crackers capability to relay human speech, he had a rather sporadic idea. Despite the Chatot seeming to not be completely with it, he grasped the bird, turning from the nearby birds.

"Fly to Dana. When you reach her, I want you tell her to begin creating a Sweet Scent to lure the Dodrio away from their nests. That's where you come in, if things work out correctly. With the ostriches following after Dana, you must swoop down and use Thief to obtain an egg from any of the nests, if you can. Good luck." As quick as he spoke, he threw the bird into the air, attempting to gain it a head start in assisting the FlyScorpion and obtaining their desired item...

Emp
18th May 2009, 6:52 PM
Breezy Path

Perap: Calmly bathing in the cool springs, you take a sample of the fresh water upon realising it’d been almost two days since you left for the Cloud Garden, filled with nothing but scraps from the ranger’s base. Having quenched your thirst you bob your head out of the crystalline lake and sweep your shaggy her backward. Oblivious to you, Dana was franticly squealing as she meandered in all directions as the spitfire of colourful spheres ripped through the sky. You franticly coo a bout of orders to the wild macaw, Cracker’s impressive intellect allowing him to absorb the information. He caws chirpily before busily shaking the water off his feathers as he takes flight. Busily flapping in direction of the lively fiasco, the crazy bird easily nips past the dazzling projectiles and up to the leathery avian “SWEET SCENT! SWEET SCENT!” He squawks franticly to Dana who was less than inches away. The Gligar grimaces at Crackers for startling her, before swiftly diving to the outskirts of the crater. She begins wafting her wings as the perspire a flurry of golden wind, the gentle fragrance breezing through the entire nest. The half-a-dozen Dodrio settle as the relaxing Sweet Scent cools their heated veins. Crackers on the other hand twitches slightly before swooping down to one of the nests, gripping his talons into one of the plump eggs and attempting to swoop off with it. He struggles slightly, the large ostrich eggs almost twice his size, before turning to you desperately. Noticing his Theiving scheme all gone Pete-tongue, you feel another tug to your wrist. The small chicks chirp and usher you to follow them. Staying out of the mother’s way you jog across the water’s outskirts in an attempt to keep up with the Doduo brothers. They skid across the grassy prairie as they reach their attuned destination, a small cavern littered with a dozen or so unfertilised eggs. You sigh with relief as the feeling of guilt is gently lift away from you, knowing the death of a birdie wouldn’t be required today. You tick away the Dodrio egg from your mental checklist, heaving the large oval within your arms before calling upon your two companions who where still being plagued by the vicious dodos. The sun was beginning to lower, signifying it was late-afternoon. Time for the next item was scarce, what will you do?

Pearl's Perap
18th May 2009, 7:07 PM
Breezy Path

Perap: Calmly bathing in the cool springs, you take a sample of the fresh water upon realising it’d been almost two days since you left for the Cloud Garden, filled with nothing but scraps from the ranger’s base. Having quenched your thirst you bob your head out of the crystalline lake and sweep your shaggy her backward. Oblivious to you, Dana was franticly squealing as she meandered in all directions as the spitfire of colourful spheres ripped through the sky. You franticly coo a bout of orders to the wild macaw, Cracker’s impressive intellect allowing him to absorb the information. He caws chirpily before busily shaking the water off his feathers as he takes flight. Busily flapping in direction of the lively fiasco, the crazy bird easily nips past the dazzling projectiles and up to the leathery avian “SWEET SCENT! SWEET SCENT!” He squawks franticly to Dana who was less than inches away. The Gligar grimaces at Crackers for startling her, before swiftly diving to the outskirts of the crater. She begins wafting her wings as the perspire a flurry of golden wind, the gentle fragrance breezing through the entire nest. The half-a-dozen Dodrio settle as the relaxing Sweet Scent cools their heated veins. Crackers on the other hand twitches slightly before swooping down to one of the nests, gripping his talons into one of the plump eggs and attempting to swoop off with it. He struggles slightly, the large ostrich eggs almost twice his size, before turning to you desperately. Noticing his Theiving scheme all gone Pete-tongue, you feel another tug to your wrist. The small chicks chirp and usher you to follow them. Staying out of the mother’s way you jog across the water’s outskirts in an attempt to keep up with the Doduo brothers. They skid across the grassy prairie as they reach their attuned destination, a small cavern littered with a dozen or so unfertilised eggs. You sigh with relief as the feeling of guilt is gently lift away from you, knowing the death of a birdie wouldn’t be required today. You tick away the Dodrio egg from your mental checklist, heaving the large oval within your arms before calling upon your two companions who where still being plagued by the vicious dodos. The sun was beginning to lower, signifying it was late-afternoon. Time for the next item was scarce, what will you do?


Onlooking as his rather quickly created plan began to fail, Dana's part of the plan had worked out just right, however, Crackers were simply too small to get a good enough hold on the Dodrio eggs littering the nests. As the Doduo alongside the boy notice what is happening, they are quick to prod at him, attempting to lead him to what looked to be a cave. Peering into the darkness, Zak noticed a multitude of eggs away from their respective nests. Realizing that these eggs were not properly fertilised, they would not hatch to be a Doduo, unlike the individuals in the nests. A pang of guilt overtook the boy as he thanked the pair of Doduos, bending down to pick up a discarded egg, "I apologize for this profusely, little ones..." the boy uttered before turning his attention to the Gligar and Chatot once more.

Tearing across the breeding grounds, the boy was quickly in the thick of everything, Dodrio approaching his two pokémon companions from every angle. Despite having obtained an egg for Abaddon, he still had to get away from the area with both pokémon in good health. The only thing he could think of was reasoning with the three headed ostriches, "I'm so very sorry, I was sent on a mission to obtain an egg, if I had known there was a hoarde of unfertilised eggs, I would never have even considered eggnapping one..." Zak began, an air of sincerity in his voice, "I'm an avid lover of bird pokémon, I only attempted this out of sheer desperation. Please forgive me and my pokémon..." the boy bowed his head at the nearest Dodrio, squinting as he did so, as if waiting for the huge bird to peck him in an insant...

Emp
18th May 2009, 7:38 PM
Breezy Path

Perap: You quickly cradle the egg as the sun begins to lower, the sky beginning to shift to a dull pink. It was as good a time as any to rally up the troops and set your tracks for Mantis Cave. If only... Noticing a nearby tussle between the protective Dodrio and the duo of uneasy avian you hastily sprint to the source of the anarchy in hope of reasoning with the rabid birds. “Very Sorry! Very Sorry!” Crackers blurts above your sentence, mimicking to your dismay. The dozen birds surround you from all corners, forty blood-boiled heads looming above. It looks as though they’re considering your plea, although you suddenly feel a throbbing Peck prick your backside. Yelping up you swiftly narrow through the ostriches’ legs, managing to grab your shirt whilst keeping on track for the craggy mountain tops. You wave a hurried farewell to the Doduo brothers, rushing out of the nesting ground with Gligar and Chatot in tow and the several ostriches Plucking your back. The birds release a ferocious warcry as you tumble down a sloped hill strewn with grassy thickets and lumpy grey rocks. Rolly-pollying until you feel nauseous, you crash into a jagged rock at the foot of the slope. With the Dodrio on high-alert for their young, they quickly retreat to prevent a future ambush in their absence, leaving you with less than a few bruises. Battering off the bits of leaves on your jeans, you up to your feet and take a broad squint at the gusty landscape. It’s view was unmatched at this time of day, the sun neatly crept behind the enormous Mount Eyrie and the sky settling to a gorgeous orange. Crackers twitches and flutters forward, “No Time! No Time!” he squawks, some rainbow hued feathers trailing off of his downy hide. There was a fork in the paths ahead, one leading left and downward, the other leading right and upward. What will you do?

Pearl's Perap
18th May 2009, 8:03 PM
Breezy Path

Perap: You quickly cradle the egg as the sun begins to lower, the sky beginning to shift to a dull pink. It was as good a time as any to rally up the troops and set your tracks for Mantis Cave. If only... Noticing a nearby tussle between the protective Dodrio and the duo of uneasy avian you hastily sprint to the source of the anarchy in hope of reasoning with the rabid birds. “Very Sorry! Very Sorry!” Crackers blurts above your sentence, mimicking to your dismay. The dozen birds surround you from all corners, forty blood-boiled heads looming above. It looks as though they’re considering your plea, although you suddenly feel a throbbing Peck prick your backside. Yelping up you swiftly narrow through the ostriches’ legs, managing to grab your shirt whilst keeping on track for the craggy mountain tops. You wave a hurried farewell to the Doduo brothers, rushing out of the nesting ground with Gligar and Chatot in tow and the several ostriches Plucking your back. The birds release a ferocious warcry as you tumble down a sloped hill strewn with grassy thickets and lumpy grey rocks. Rolly-pollying until you feel nauseous, you crash into a jagged rock at the foot of the slope. With the Dodrio on high-alert for their young, they quickly retreat to prevent a future ambush in their absence, leaving you with less than a few bruises. Battering off the bits of leaves on your jeans, you up to your feet and take a broad squint at the gusty landscape. It’s view was unmatched at this time of day, the sun neatly crept behind the enormous Mount Eyrie and the sky settling to a gorgeous orange. Crackers twitches and flutters forward, “No Time! No Time!” he squawks, some rainbow hued feathers trailing off of his downy hide. There was a fork in the paths ahead, one leading left and downward, the other leading right and upward. What will you do?


With his plea going rather unheard, the Dodrio set about assaulting the boy thanks to his thoughtless plan to obtain one of their eggs via stealing it. Having no other option but to merely run from the birds, Zak dashed forwards, grabbing at his clothing before attempting to get himself back in order. With a swift goodbye to the pair of Doduo he had managed to befriend, the breeding grounds disappeared as he took off in the opposite direction, both Dana and Crackers beating their wings in a rather carefree manner in the air above him.

It was at this point that Zak finally stopped to regain himself and, as he did, he noticed that, high in the sky, the sun appeared to be setting. The entire sky had become a peculiar yet beautiful orange hue, "Red sky at night, shepherd's delight." Zak recalled a rhyme from his childhood, but he knew it wouldn't be the case here. He was on a tropical island, full to the brim with hostile natives and ever powerful pokémon of all shapes and sizes, night time would be the worst time for him to be out in the open. However, night time brought a new prospect to his mind, he knew it triggered an evolution within his team, should he require it.

Up ahead, the path appeared to fork off into two entirely seperate directions, the left track leading downwards once more and the right leading upwards. Not giving him chance to decide, Crackers began squawking, "No time! No time!" With his trail of thought knocked to one side once more, he scowled playfully at the crazed parrot. There next set location was the Mantis Cave, where they had to obtain the poison of an Ariados, yet, Zak had absolutely no clue whereabouts the bug domain was located. "Crackers, care to point us in the right direction, is the Mantis cave up or down? I want you to think hard, I don't want you sending us on a wild goose chase, a wild Doduo chase was more than enough." With his rather bad joke, Dana chuckled politely, gliding to her trainer before cuddling his arm...

Arc_Angel
18th May 2009, 8:09 PM
The Sundial

Arc Although quite intimidated by the stunning cadaver, you pluck up the courage to respond to the will-o-wisp. Her tone was bad-mannered in your eyes, and after correcting her you continue to explain your lengthy tale in a rather sarcastic manner. The odd tale of a Victorian girl, who was in fact a lonely Misdreavus pining for her young owner who was in fact “on the other side”. It was then your story became more and more ominous, encountering an odd gypsy who led you on a stroll through the decrepit craves of Memory Lane. You met with a room, filled with a dark entity which had been budding in its caged catacomb for centuries old. Defeating its host and sending it in retreat, you where left plummeting through a realm of shadows, somehow landing in the mystical jungles of Lyanazia. A draconic diety of darkness crossed your path, no less disturbed by something you had been sent to find out... Trailing on for quite some time, you squint up at the ghostly creature that looks as pokerfaced as usual.

“My child”, the spirit laughs in a rather sarcastic tone, “I do not care for your back-story, nor will I memorize it. I have no emotion, I feel no sympathy for you. I left my host millennia ago, I don’t remember much about my mortal life... My sole purpose is to protect an archaic sundial, its mystical powers capable of changing climates...” She gives you a moment to muse over this thought, her faceless complexion as mystifying as ever. Her body flowed with pulses of light, the white spurs pulsing off into her elongated tendrils. She then turns to you and Reaper, Jericho, Croagunk and Aipom, who was still snoozing in your arms. Her next sentence echoed above all others, as if pumping from the hallowed walls around you rather than from the white spirit.

“If you wish to create Sun, Rain, Hail or Sandstorm, play a game with me child. Although you must choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...” she echoes clairvoyantly...

This is just a short puzzle, meaning once it begins you’ll only be required to type up a line of orders

Stacey's shy smile remained on her face as she observed the wisp but it soon turned into an irritated frown as the ghostly creature brushed off her story insensitively not caring to hear it. Stacey growled lowly at her comments and felt the need to throw a few vicious barbs of her own back, or strangle the glow worm with her bare hands ... wow she was becoming more and more violent lately, but with the latter option impossible she settled for the former. She explained that she held no emotion and had lost her mortal form long ago, she merely guarded the sundial.

"Hmph I wouldn't be surprised if her attitude got her killed," Stacey muttered loud enough for only Jericho to hear and he chuckled enjoying the barbs being thrown. She turned her attention back to the quintet and posed a idea, a question for the young woman.

“If you wish to create Sun, Rain, Hail or Sandstorm, play a game with me child. Although you must choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...” She said mysteriously and Stacey wondered weather she was putting on this front to appear more impressive ... it wasn't working.

"A game? Is this really the time for games?" Stacey asked not getting a response. She sighed and rolled her eyes grinding her teeth in irritation. "Fine, lets play your game, if only to kill a few more minutes ... and jungle Pokemon in the process," she bit back folding her arms.

Emp
19th May 2009, 4:10 PM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: Having escaped the feral nest by the skin of your teeth, you where left with another fork in the road, another snake in the path, and another nerve-wracking decision which could just as easily make or break your mission. You tightly cradle the hefty egg, knowing full well not to drop it with the thought of nothing to present to brother Abaddon beside the gooey mess of an unfertilised product. No chance. If you where gunna spend a good few hours in the perilous slopes searching for grocery items when you could’ve been rescuing your ranger friend, you where at least gunna get it done properly. You tightly nestle the egg between your arms as you shove your upper attire back on, pulling up your socks and tying your damp sneakers. It was time to advance, but neither way particularly piqued your interest. Gligar scuttled by your side just as indecisive, with both trails coupled with a dozen or so rocks and a grassy tail coiling past them. With no real indication, you prod the colourful but senile bird fluttering beside you, the crazy macaw jumping out of his skin and batting his feathers wildly. Sighing yet giving him a moment to calm down you steadily ask for his knowledge of the lush peaks in a vail he’ll compass you to the odd hollows. The parrot’s metronome erects upon hearing a particular word, Crackers scuttling upward and giddily flapping in circles.

“MANTIS CAVE!” he caws in protest, neatly swooping in the leftmost direction en ruote the creepy hollows. You notice Dana waft her leathery self into the air, angling left two and gliding downward at a laidback pace in eager hopes you’d follow. You amply up into a sprint, painstakingly rushing downhill and rambling past the tall rocks and the various Geodude bathing among them. You slip and ditz on the damp grass as you increase in momentum to your dismay with the two avian just a beeline away. In under a minute you find yourself at the lower regions of the mountain range, while ever closer to the focal Mount Eyrie. Before you stood a vast expanse of craggy fractures in the underbrush of the slopes. Several Paras scuttled out of the holes in all directions, gaping up at you with their beady peepers. You usher ever closer to the craters, wincing slightly as the odd bugs brush against your legs. Crackers flutters on the ridge of the vast chasms, awing as he curiously dipped his black head into the hole. You take a look yourself, bobbing down and noticing blankets of grey cobwebs growing above the moss-strewn voids. The idea of climbing down one sounded nauseating, but time was of the essence, you’d have to take a risk... You tightly grip a hold of Dana and Crackers, zipping the egg beneath your jacket before closing your breath as your feet dangled into the chasm. Taking a deep exhale, you push your bum off of ridge as the makeshift slide takes you down its course. Crackers releases a ear-splitting screech as the three of you are hastily tugged down the hole, gaining momentum at a breakneck pace. Everything goes completely black as you tuck in your arms to prevent touching something “undesirable”. Quickly sliding down the tunnel you release a prolonged scream yourself as the burrow breaks off into a staggering mine with the drop surely enough to kill you. Suddenly! You open your eyes to a dome-shaped cave littered with luminous cyan mushrooms which give off a good view of the moist expanse. You attempt to move, to no avail... Crackers squawks louder than ever as you soon notice you where tangled in a giant spider web! Whilst the leathery scorpion draws out his serrated pincers and snips herself free, you stagger upon noticing a 10-foot Ariados spinning a web around Chatot, memories of Excelsior panning into view! You’d have to act fast, or else you might just find yourself a tasty appetizer for the arachnid’s banquet...


The Sundial

Arc Angel: You squint vacantly at the white will-o’, not one bit surprised her soul was damned to serve upon the archaic shrine. You feel your hair bluster out of place as she recites her proposal as the walls begin to shudder. Bits of the golden pillar crumble in her ear-splitting wake, dust gusting across the circular crypt in a fierce attempt to amaze you and your motley crew. Jericho tumbled rearward at first sight, Bobbing back to your side and retaining his cheery composure in light of your ridicules. The infant chimp whimpers as it’s immaturely awoken by the strident echoes, the poor Aipom wanting nothing less than its mother’s attention. You could only hope she was a shy away from the odd ruin, searching desperately for her missing bubba rather than perishing in the relentless bonfire. As thoughts like these whistled through your head, you could only feel more ticked that you’d have to play the wisp’s game. Innocent lives where being lost, yet the serene spirit was completely detached, keeping to the rule of thumb and not showing a single sign of budging. Your sarcastic comments and heated scorn would be wasted on this particular cadaver... Upon reluctantly settling on a decision to continue, the spirit’s complexion blushes with white again, her elongated tendrils suddenly shortening into her smooth pallid scalp. The wisp bobbing before you had no less retracted into a cloudy sphere, gaping before you as you waited for something to happen. Looking around, you start to notice fragments of silco pick up around you, an ominous breeze whistling against your pale skin. At the focal point of the mystical catacomb, the white orb of light suddenly shifted to a tanned auburn, its outskirts appearing quite grainy and smooth. A few torches which had littered the walls of the hallowed tomb suddenly combust in a spur of brown flame, a staggering sound to say the least. Nonetheless you remain your composure as the wind intensifies into a vicious torrent. Grains of sand begin to spew from the brown will-o, joining with the wind to create a vicious Sandstorm! You cloak your eyes as the blustery grains buffet against you and your team, the baby Aipom now wailing in fear as the ominous ghoul attempts to mess with your minds. The walls drop, welcoming you and the archaic platform to a sandy vista to say the least. It was if you had been transported to a death-defying desert. A giant sun of orange gaped above the miniature Sahara, although it was far from your eye line as the vicious cyclone continued to buffet your face. Squinting slightly, you try your best to stare into the eye of the storm, the wisp still fixated at the hub of the catacomb. Her face was far from that you remembered. Grains of sand stream into the spirit, her physique growing and fortifying as she shaped into a feral T-Rex with a nerve-racking girth albeit two stubby arms. A tail sprouts from the vicious dinosaur, along with sandy spikes which jutt out from its back and up to its head. The spirit's mind-tricks had failed up to now, but before you stood a sand-strewn Tyranitar the height of a full-grown Onix. The beast lowered its head as it grimaced with a pair of hollowed sockets, opening its mouth and releasing an ear-splitting roar as grains of silco cracked away from its gaping jaw... What a game! You wince at the idea of a full-blown skirmish with the colossal statue, until recalling the words of the Will-O-Wisp... “choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...”

Pearl's Perap
19th May 2009, 5:21 PM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: Having escaped the feral nest by the skin of your teeth, you where left with another fork in the road, another snake in the path, and another nerve-wracking decision which could just as easily make or break your mission. You tightly cradle the hefty egg, knowing full well not to drop it with the thought of nothing to present to brother Abaddon beside the gooey mess of an unfertilised product. No chance. If you where gunna spend a good few hours in the perilous slopes searching for grocery items when you could’ve been rescuing your ranger friend, you where at least gunna get it done properly. You tightly nestle the egg between your arms as you shove your upper attire back on, pulling up your socks and tying your damp sneakers. It was time to advance, but neither way particularly piqued your interest. Gligar scuttled by your side just as indecisive, with both trails coupled with a dozen or so rocks and a grassy tail coiling past them. With no real indication, you prod the colourful but senile bird fluttering beside you, the crazy macaw jumping out of his skin and batting his feathers wildly. Sighing yet giving him a moment to calm down you steadily ask for his knowledge of the lush peaks in a vail he’ll compass you to the odd hollows. The parrot’s metronome erects upon hearing a particular word, Crackers scuttling upward and giddily flapping in circles.

“MANTIS CAVE!” he caws in protest, neatly swooping in the leftmost direction en ruote the creepy hollows. You notice Dana waft her leathery self into the air, angling left two and gliding downward at a laidback pace in eager hopes you’d follow. You amply up into a sprint, painstakingly rushing downhill and rambling past the tall rocks and the various Geodude bathing among them. You slip and ditz on the damp grass as you increase in momentum to your dismay with the two avian just a beeline away. In under a minute you find yourself at the lower regions of the mountain range, while ever closer to the focal Mount Eyrie. Before you stood a vast expanse of craggy fractures in the underbrush of the slopes. Several Paras scuttled out of the holes in all directions, gaping up at you with their beady peepers. You usher ever closer to the craters, wincing slightly as the odd bugs brush against your legs. Crackers flutters on the ridge of the vast chasms, awing as he curiously dipped his black head into the hole. You take a look yourself, bobbing down and noticing blankets of grey cobwebs growing above the moss-strewn voids. The idea of climbing down one sounded nauseating, but time was of the essence, you’d have to take a risk... You tightly grip a hold of Dana and Crackers, zipping the egg beneath your jacket before closing your breath as your feet dangled into the chasm. Taking a deep exhale, you push your bum off of ridge as the makeshift slide takes you down its course. Crackers releases a ear-splitting screech as the three of you are hastily tugged down the hole, gaining momentum at a breakneck pace. Everything goes completely black as you tuck in your arms to prevent touching something “undesirable”. Quickly sliding down the tunnel you release a prolonged scream yourself as the burrow breaks off into a staggering mine with the drop surely enough to kill you. Suddenly! You open your eyes to a dome-shaped cave littered with luminous cyan mushrooms which give off a good view of the moist expanse. You attempt to move, to no avail... Crackers squawks louder than ever as you soon notice you where tangled in a giant spider web! Whilst the leathery scorpion draws out his serrated pincers and snips herself free, you stagger upon noticing a 10-foot Ariados spinning a web around Chatot, memories of Excelsior panning into view! You’d have to act fast, or else you might just find yourself a tasty appetizer for the arachnid’s banquet...

Having asked the exotic parrot for his assistance once more, Zak was pleased to see the bird's enthusiasm as he cried out the name of the location in a cheery manner. With a quickened swoop, the Chatot was quick to dive to the left, Dana happy to follow with such an easy glide, it would all be downhill for the both of them, requiring little to no effort at all. Not wanting to be left alone, the boy quickly careered after the two, making plenty of ground in a short space of time. As he ran along the boulder edged path, Geodude seemed to be watching the trio in confusion from their relaxing positions atop the rocks.

In a matter of moments, the bottom of the range is reached by all three, Zak slipped upon the sodden grass as he gains more and more momentum. Looking upwards, the peak of Mount Eyrie could clearly be seen on the sunset, looking even more beautiful and enticing than ever. It was at this point that the boy noticed shadowy crags littering the whole area, each one potentially an entrance in the Mantis Cave. Confirming his suspicions, several mushroom-clad Paras scuttle from a nearby crack in the ground, dashing quickly past the boy, causing him to jump slightly, not expecting such pokémon to just appear. Not phased by the bugs, Crackers is quick to land on the ground next to the crag they appeared from, sticking his eighth note shaped head downwards to get a closer look. With the bird inspecting the hole, Zak thought he should too, being met with what looked like a neverending expanse of cobwebs, not exactly the nicest thing to penetrate to find the next item on Abaddon's bizarre list.

"The longer we stay here, the more dangerous the location will become, so..." Zak quickly tucked the Dodrio egg into his hoody for protection before sliding one arm around the Gligar and the other around Crackers, "...one, two, THREE!" On the final number, the boy edged his backside to the very edge of the crag before sliding inwards, cobwebs bathing the trio in an instant. With a screech, the Chatot in apparent distress, Zak opened his eyes and crossed his legs, treating the tunnel like a water flume. Plunging further and further downwards, the boy was quick to join in on the screaming, having realized that the three could quite easily be falling to an early grave. Only then did he notice an array of peculiar glowing funghi, lighting up a dome-shaped cavern before the falling ceased. Attempting to sit up, rather shook up from the whole experience, the boy realized he could not move at all.

As realization kicked in, memories from previous adventures came flooding back. The three were now positioned on what looked to be a humongous spider's web, the more they struggled would mean the higher chance of an arachnid pokémon appearing. Quick to act, Dana begins to chop at the web tangled around her with her pinsirs, but everything seems to late. Before them stood a collosal Ariados, at least three times the size of a regular one. It was at this point that the flashbacks really began to kick in as the huge spider approached the ever tangling and incredibly frantic Crackers. Beginning to spin its web, readying the parrot for a quick snack, Zak knew he had to act fast or face having to watch a second Chatot suffer at the hands of an Ariados.

"Dana, good job on getting yourself free. Now, Fire Punch that Ariados in the face and slash the webs binding Crackers with your night power, if you can. Hurry, girl, this really is crucial..." Zak cried out, unable to assist himself. With a swift nod, the FlyScorpion readied herself, despite the bug before her being much, much bigger...

Emp
19th May 2009, 7:21 PM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: Realisation begins to kick in much to your dismay, the stout Perap was seconds away from a vicious death which you couldn’t let happen. Whilst you struggle against the thick chains of silk, Dana takes centre stage, all your hopes now resting on the bat-like Pokemon’s shoulders. She busily flutters forward with no wind-current in sight, terrified at the picture of the colossal arachnid who’s bared fangs where dripping with purple fluids. Dana clenches a fist, coiling her right pincer as it flickers with orange and suddenly combusts. She squints timidly as she glides forward, only fuelled by the prospect of rescuing the zany macaw from Ariados’ clutches... *Sock!* Dana hastily swoops between the two, doling a nasty Fire Punch which grazes the giant crawlies’ jaw as it snarls in frenzy. Dana franticly swoops down, her pincers now enveloping in a pitch-black hue as she strikes the silver netting with a nippy Slash. Stimulated by the Night-like ambiance of the shadowy fissure, the scorpion makes quick work of the tangled Perap, shredding the network much to Cracker’s delight. He unveils his ruffled feathers in an attempt to hustle skyward, giving a weak smile to the plucky heroin. The macaw’s chirp suddenly drops into a crazy look of alarm, with the menacing red eyes looming behind the unwitted Gligar. Crackers caws louder than ever, although it was all too late as hacked at Dana’s back with a hustle of Fury Swipes. Dana yelps in pain before recoiling, Crackers quick to clip his sharp talons into Dana’s back and ferry her comatose body away from the creepy-crawly. Although at a loss for a tasty treat, Ariados averts its attention to the main-course, much to your panic...

Pearl's Perap
19th May 2009, 8:02 PM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: Realisation begins to kick in much to your dismay, the stout Perap was seconds away from a vicious death which you couldn’t let happen. Whilst you struggle against the thick chains of silk, Dana takes centre stage, all your hopes now resting on the bat-like Pokemon’s shoulders. She busily flutters forward with no wind-current in sight, terrified at the picture of the colossal arachnid who’s bared fangs where dripping with purple fluids. Dana clenches a fist, coiling her right pincer as it flickers with orange and suddenly combusts. She squints timidly as she glides forward, only fuelled by the prospect of rescuing the zany macaw from Ariados’ clutches... *Sock!* Dana hastily swoops between the two, doling a nasty Fire Punch which grazes the giant crawlies’ jaw as it snarls in frenzy. Dana franticly swoops down, her pincers now enveloping in a pitch-black hue as she strikes the silver netting with a nippy Slash. Stimulated by the Night-like ambiance of the shadowy fissure, the scorpion makes quick work of the tangled Perap, shredding the network much to Cracker’s delight. He unveils his ruffled feathers in an attempt to hustle skyward, giving a weak smile to the plucky heroin. The macaw’s chirp suddenly drops into a crazy look of alarm, with the menacing red eyes looming behind the unwitted Gligar. Crackers caws louder than ever, although it was all too late as hacked at Dana’s back with a hustle of Fury Swipes. Dana yelps in pain before recoiling, Crackers quick to clip his sharp talons into Dana’s back and ferry her comatose body away from the creepy-crawly. Although at a loss for a tasty treat, Ariados averts its attention to the main-course, much to your panic...


Making quick work of her orders, Dana's pinsirs begin glowing orange before making contact with the Ariados' jaw, Zak felt semi-relieved that the spider didn't make the first move. Despite her being fairly new to battle, she was rather experienced. With the arachnid dealt with for the moment, the Gligar begins her second attack, drawing power from the shadows all around, she brings down her claws, smashing through the tangled web ensnaring Crackers. With a look of joy on his face, the exotic bird is quick to escape, the same not being the case of the FlyScorpion. The Ariados began swiping its sharp legs at the Gligar, causing her quite some damage. Despite the size difference, the Chatot quickly gathers the courage to lift up the now-comatose Dana, flapping frantically to move her to a safer location, completely forgetting that his trainer for the moment was still tangled.

"Crackers, put her down and then get back here, you are going to have to either free me or defend me..." Zak cried out, the Ariados approaching him more and more with each passing moment. Clamping his eyes shut, too terrified to even squirm around anymore, knowing it would bring him no luck, he quickly began recalling what moves the pokédex had explained that Crackers could use. "Chatter at the foe, if that attack manages to confuse, I want you to quickly perform a Swift attack. If not, create a Supersonic noise. That creature needs to be stopped and confusing it upon such a precarious web could be just the solution..." Re-opening his eyes having thought up several of the Chatot's moves, Zak waited for the spider to reach him and sink both highly poisonous fangs directly into his chest, this was it...

mew-the original
20th May 2009, 3:25 AM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Whilst struggling against the mind-control of the alluring antlers, you fiddle about your backpack for your nifty Pokémon Encyclopaedia. You raise it to your eye line, the dex’s light begins flickering wildly as it recognises the mighty stag as Stantler. You feel knees becoming ever more wobbly, averting your gaze from the mystifying horns and focusing on Morph instead. You feel the best way to reach to colourful trail would be to wrestle with the reindeer Pokémon, perhaps that’s why it was there in the first place. You usher an attack to the knotted shrub, one universal to all Tangela whilst you scanned for Morph’s additional moves. The ditto nods, his beady eyes blinking before jigging toward the intimidating Stantler. He instantly unravels his knotty tendrils, the bluish vines looping around the stag’s slender legs before Constricting their hold. The reindeer neighs in shock, throttling rearward as Morph is trailed around with it! The Stantler stomps at the ground furiously, the shrubby Tangela falling on his backside and loosing his grip. The deer continues to stomp the ground, galloping en route to Morph and ramming him with an unruly tackle. Ditto snivels slightly as he hops back onto his red sneakers. Just in time, your Pokedex begins beeping once more, the high-tech device fully installing Morph’s moves.

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn114.gifSpecies Ditto
Nickname Morph
Moves Transform, Ingrain,
Sleep Powder, Absorb, Growth,
Poison Powder, Vine Whip, Bind,
Mega Drain, Stun Spore,
Knock Off, Natural Gift, Slam,
Tickle, Constrict, Ancient Power


With the Stantler rampagining around, Tim was able to bring his focus back to the pokedex for a moment, long enough to see Ditto's current movepool. "Tch, this will do just fine," Tim said as a smirk grew on his face, "I don't know why that Stantler is blocking my entrance, but I didn't come all the way out to here just to be stopped before I could even really explore the Garden of Iris!" Tim shouted before he became entranced by Stantler's horns once again. "I- I can't resist... I don't know what it is about those horns... b-but I can't stop looking..." stuggled Tim as he tried to keep his gaze away from the alluring horns of his foe. "Morph, I want you to try Vine Whip, then try using Knock Off, and finish with Absorb so you can regain some health!" the trainer commanded, hoping he could escape the protective Stantler.

Emp
20th May 2009, 10:47 PM
Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: With Gligar down for the count, Crackers is quick to make a nippy escape with the lifeless FlyScorpion in order. The two hover to a nearby platform, Dana’s body flumping into the tangle of frayed cobwebs beside a neon shroom. All the while, the colourful macaw franticly ricochets off the gloomy sanctuary and frenetically flounders in your direction. You twitch and shudder as the daunting arachnid creeps closer with its bared fangs dripping with venom. It releases a menacing drone as its willowy legs creep your way. With the lump of angst in your throat ever swelling, you shake your body to no avail, until your hand finally juts loose of the silken shackles. You only had one hope for the time being, and that was a crazed Chatot with a plucky attitude. Although tormented by fears of the giant predator, Crackers comes to his (temporary) trainer’s rescue with a heroic lunge, swooping onto your face as he easily closes the distance between the two of you. Having intercepted the bug’s meal, Crackers’ beak gapes open, taking a deep inhale before releasing a random slur of words he’d learnt. Stringing together mindboggling sentences and Chattering in a way you’d never experienced, the valiant Chatot busily flutters in the face of the 10-foot tarantula with a slew of odd phrases. The Ariados juts back, his tiny noggin far from able to keep up with the conversation. The parrot chirps cheerfully as he continues with a stutter of Vicky Pollard-esque sentences which send you just as confused. Suddenly! Ariados snarls viciously before spinning rearward and firing a spitfire of yellow stingers which hack across Crackers’ downy feathers. He squarks in pain as the Missiles send him Pined against the wall, replying with a torrent of Swift stars which steadily splash against the spider’s stripy abdomen. Although somewhat confused, the arachnid was proving to be the most vicious of your adversaries throughout the weekend travel. With an arm loose, it looked as good a time as any to bring out the big guns...

Garden of Iris

Mewsic Box: More or less pleased with Morph’s new arsenal of attacks, you playfully usher forth another selection of the appealing volleys. The ditto gestures a chirpy reply, tap-dancing his red sneakers to prove a fondness of the tangled body. He blinks nervously at the tall and slender stag, its mystical horns evoking feelings of dizziness. Light-headedly skipping across the tiled platform, the pseudo-Tangela extends its bluish Vines once more, eyeing up the grimacing reindeer before Whipping the thin tendrils with a nasty crack. The Stantler rears as red marks litter its forelegs, shaking off the pain before is mighty antlers envelop in a purple aura. The beast neighs defiantly, galloping forward with Zen as it painstakingly rams Morph in his shrubby torso. The Ditto flounders through the air like a ragdoll, the Headbutt throwing him into a ancient totem-pole before achingly falling to his feet. Stantler continues with its heated rampage, scraping its hoof against the craggy earth before lunging forward for another Tackle, fortunately the Tangela scurrying to its feet and whipping out a lengthy vine. As the distance is closed, Morph hurriedly smacks the deer on the noggin with his thick appendage, Knocking it Off its momentum as it falls on its side. Smirking confidently, the knotted shrub hops onto the Stantler and finishes his assault by Absorbing some health from the downed protector who winces in pain. The Big Horn Pokémon grits heatedly, shaking off the pain flipping Morph like a burger on its lengthy antlers. The quadruped gruffly races in pursuit, shooting a Confuse Ray from its beady black appendages, Morph wobbling left and right as he attempts to regain momentum...

Pearl's Perap
21st May 2009, 7:18 AM
Breezy Path

Pearl’s Perap: With Gligar down for the count, Crackers is quick to make a nippy escape with the lifeless FlyScorpion in order. The two hover to a nearby platform, Dana’s body flumping into the tangle of frayed cobwebs beside a neon shroom. All the while, the colourful macaw franticly ricochets off the gloomy sanctuary and frenetically flounders in your direction. You twitch and shudder as the daunting arachnid creeps closer with its bared fangs dripping with venom. It releases a menacing drone as its willowy legs creep your way. With the lump of angst in your throat ever swelling, you shake your body to no avail, until your hand finally juts loose of the silken shackles. You only had one hope for the time being, and that was a crazed Chatot with a plucky attitude. Although tormented by fears of the giant predator, Crackers comes to his (temporary) trainer’s rescue with a heroic lunge, swooping onto your face as he easily closes the distance between the two of you. Having intercepted the bug’s meal, Crackers’ beak gapes open, taking a deep inhale before releasing a random slur of words he’d learnt. Stringing together mindboggling sentences and Chattering in a way you’d never experienced, the valiant Chatot busily flutters in the face of the 10-foot tarantula with a slew of odd phrases. The Ariados juts back, his tiny noggin far from able to keep up with the conversation. The parrot chirps cheerfully as he continues with a stutter of Vicky Pollard-esque sentences which send you just as confused. Suddenly! Ariados snarls viciously before spinning rearward and firing a spitfire of yellow stingers which hack across Crackers’ downy feathers. He squarks in pain as the Missiles send him Pined against the wall, replying with a torrent of Swift stars which steadily splash against the spider’s stripy abdomen. Although somewhat confused, the arachnid was proving to be the most vicious of your adversaries throughout the weekend travel. With an arm loose, it looked as good a time as any to bring out the big guns...

With his Gligar out for the count completely and the Ariados proving to be quite the foe thus far, Zak was left in control of the rather peculiar Chatot known as Crackers. As he initiated his Chatter attack, crying out a miriad of nonsensical slurs at the arachnid, causing the spider some confusion, it is quick to return the favour with its own attack. Re-positioning itself so its back end was facing the parrot, the Ariados began to fire several pin-like missiles, each one colliding with the exotic bird and sending him backwards, where he too initiated a second attack. With a flurry of swiftly moving stars, the attack hit, damaging the foe slightly, but it seemed to have plenty of go in it left, Crackers was going to have to up the ante, as it were.

"Okay, boyo, this time I wanna shake things up a little bit. Since I'm not too sure of the spider's gender, let us try an attract. Whether the pokémon is infatuated or not, the next attack could be tricky. With me being as wrapped up as I am and Dana in a safer position, I want you to fly straight at the foe. Fury Attack the web as you approach the Ariados before creating a Twister. If all works out correctly, you should be able to rip up some of the webbing and the cyclonic attack should wrap it around that ugly bug..." Zak gasped, he had ordered long and fast and he could only hope that Crackers had taken it all in. Knowing how confused the bird got at the best of times, he quickly broke it down, "Attract it, Fury Attack around it, Twister to wrap it up. Okay?" All he could do now was hope for the best, his concern for both his life and Dana's growing quite drastically. He had faith in the parrot, he was just rather limited...

Emp
21st May 2009, 10:09 PM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: As your frantic tussle continues, you gape upward with bated breath only to find Crackers with his back against the wall. Pinned at either wing by the yellow stingers, the prospect of winning seemed dim, nonetheless the idea of extracting venom from the arachnid. You nervously bite your lip, hoping to the best of your ability that the plucky Chatot could pull through. He caws weekly as he ogles down at the menacing Ariados, you being quick to reassure him with a new strategy. The severity of the situation hadn’t seemed to have dawned on you yet, still ready to give Crackers another go without knowing a great deal about his abilities. The colourful macaw bobs his head nervously, far less twitchy and chirpy as he usually would be. The parrot closes its eyes worriedly, its yellow bill dropping agape and a huddle of pretty pink harts dispersing from his pie hole in direction of the creepy-crawly. The attacks splash onto his ugly mug, the male certainly unfazed by any attempts of Attraction. With Crackers’ wooing gone amiss, he busily tries to flounder his feathery wings which barely budge. Ariados than releases a vicious wave of telekinesis, an invisible wave of Psychic exploding from his endoskeleton and causing the hollowed walls to tremor and crack. The musical aide squarks in pain upon being thrust further into the rock-strewn wall, barely making it free of the yellow needles and fluttering to refuge. Suddenly! A drone fills the air. A gentle hum, slowly increasing in volume...

“MEGAAAA” A colossal dragonfly the length of a full-grown Charizard rips through one of the grotto’s walls, leaving a clout of dust in its wake. Rapidly churning its semi-transparent wings as it zips in all directions, the oversized Yanmega drones frenziedly with the three of you in its line of fire. Ariados rotates hastily, the tips of its claws bearing a purple hue should it need to defend its food. Crackers flutters and squawks in panic, his colourful feathers malting whilst his twitchy eye remained. With the arachnid readily distracted as the bugs stare each over down, Crackers sees a small window of opportunity by swooping downward and pecking the bug with Fury. The heated attack is nothing less than a tickle in the eyes of the tarantula who persistently snarls at the invading Yanmega before swatting the bothersome bird with a Spider Web. Gently chained in the mitts of the two giant bugs, you wince as they both send a flurry of Pin Missiles and Sonic Booms, both exploding just a few feet above. Desperately eyeing for Cracker’s help, you notice him submerged in a wad of web with his noggin barely submerged. Besides the few sound-based attacks it could probably muster, it looked like you where on your own...

Pearl's Perap
24th May 2009, 2:50 AM
Mantis Cave

Pearl's Perap: As your frantic tussle continues, you gape upward with bated breath only to find Crackers with his back against the wall. Pinned at either wing by the yellow stingers, the prospect of winning seemed dim, nonetheless the idea of extracting venom from the arachnid. You nervously bite your lip, hoping to the best of your ability that the plucky Chatot could pull through. He caws weekly as he ogles down at the menacing Ariados, you being quick to reassure him with a new strategy. The severity of the situation hadn’t seemed to have dawned on you yet, still ready to give Crackers another go without knowing a great deal about his abilities. The colourful macaw bobs his head nervously, far less twitchy and chirpy as he usually would be. The parrot closes its eyes worriedly, its yellow bill dropping agape and a huddle of pretty pink harts dispersing from his pie hole in direction of the creepy-crawly. The attacks splash onto his ugly mug, the male certainly unfazed by any attempts of Attraction. With Crackers’ wooing gone amiss, he busily tries to flounder his feathery wings which barely budge. Ariados than releases a vicious wave of telekinesis, an invisible wave of Psychic exploding from his endoskeleton and causing the hollowed walls to tremor and crack. The musical aide squarks in pain upon being thrust further into the rock-strewn wall, barely making it free of the yellow needles and fluttering to refuge. Suddenly! A drone fills the air. A gentle hum, slowly increasing in volume...

“MEGAAAA” A colossal dragonfly the length of a full-grown Charizard rips through one of the grotto’s walls, leaving a clout of dust in its wake. Rapidly churning its semi-transparent wings as it zips in all directions, the oversized Yanmega drones frenziedly with the three of you in its line of fire. Ariados rotates hastily, the tips of its claws bearing a purple hue should it need to defend its food. Crackers flutters and squawks in panic, his colourful feathers malting whilst his twitchy eye remained. With the arachnid readily distracted as the bugs stare each over down, Crackers sees a small window of opportunity by swooping downward and pecking the bug with Fury. The heated attack is nothing less than a tickle in the eyes of the tarantula who persistently snarls at the invading Yanmega before swatting the bothersome bird with a Spider Web. Gently chained in the mitts of the two giant bugs, you wince as they both send a flurry of Pin Missiles and Sonic Booms, both exploding just a few feet above. Desperately eyeing for Cracker’s help, you notice him submerged in a wad of web with his noggin barely submerged. Besides the few sound-based attacks it could probably muster, it looked like you where on your own...


[Forgot to edit my previous post, thanks for the filler update, now it's time for the big guns :p]

Watching on as Crackers' attempts at engaging in combat with the gigantic bug pokémon failed rather abysmally, Zak clenched his eyes shut, he could not even watch as the tiny bird, trying so hard to assist him, was being battered by the Ariados. With Dana out for the count, he knew he had to act faster, the Chatot was now incapacitated, much akin to himself, another pokémon was going to have to come in and assist and pronto. It was at that very moment that the boy began to hear a faint sound, a buzzing of sorts.

Moments past and the buzzing became louder, so loud that the boy opened his eyes. A second or two later, a collosal crash came from one of the cavern's walls. As quick as a flash, an impressive Yanmega flew out and into the area. Zak had encountered Yanmega before, a good friend of his owning one, but never had he come across any at this sheer size. With the sheer shock now out of his system, the boy could only look on as the dragonfly turned in the air towards the bug, the parrot and himself, beginning its very own assault on the group before it. Noticing what it could imagine as competition for its exotic morsel, the spider quickly readied herself to defend Crackers with her poisonous leg tips. With a window of opportunity quite obviously open, Ariados focusing completely on the ancient bug before it, the Chatot is quick to attempt an attack. However, the attack appears to merely irritate the bug, causing it to spin around quickly and fire a mixture of gloop, usually used for making her webs.

With Crackers indefinitely unable to continue onwards and the two bugs seemingly ready for a rather heated battle, Zak knew it was time to bring out the next member of his team to try and right the previous wrongs. Managing to reach around to his side, the boy plucked a downy brown pokéball from his belt. With a quick flick of his wrist, his arm still a bit stuck within the Ariados web, the release button was swiftly activated. In a quick moment, a red light formed above him. As the light took shape, a huge bird appeared before the sparring bugs. Tim.

Trying not to give the dragonfly and arachnid too much time to recognize the avian threat before them, the boy began ordering the green-haired bird as soon as he realized what the situation at hand was. "Brave Bird into the middle of them. If you get a chance to, attempt to free this Chatot and me with a watered down Air Slash so the web wont completely break. The parrot is assisting us for the time being but the Ariados overpowered him." With a signature wink, the Pidgeot above nodded and readied himself to approach the threats before his rather stuck trainer. Having given out his commands, the boy turned to Dana and Crackers, keeping an eye on them whilst watching the battle before him too, he did not want anything bad to happen to the Chatot, but he especially wanted Dana to be safe, she had already been through a rather traumatic experience in the Cloud Garden, she was too young to suffer another...

Treepandaone
28th May 2009, 8:31 PM
The Safari Zone: A sun blazed vista rolling over acres of the empire’s land, the Safari Zone is renowned for its stunning savannahs filled with rumbling wildlife. For a small fee, the Lyanazian tourist bureau allows travellers to explore the vast region in hopes of capturing rare and exotic Pokémon. Trainers need their wits about them, as the walkabout outlaws any unruly conduct. Enter through a state of the art Pokémon Center just a beeline from the pier and let your wild side to take charge!

Rules for entering the Safari Zone:
- The game costs a Rare Candy to play at which point you’ll be given 5 Safari Balls and a Pokénav
- You must only take one Pokémon into the park, this Pokémon will assist you in capturing wild Pokémon
- Once you use your 5 Safari Balls, your adventure ends and you are transported via your Pokénav back to The Pokémon Centre
- Should your partner Pokémon black-out, your adventure ends and you are transported via your Pokénav back to The Pokémon Centre
- Your partner Pokémon can only be used for self-defence, attacking wild Pokémon will result in you losing 2 of your Safari Balls
- Using your partner Pokémon to create traps, gather food or gather recourses will not be recognised as an offence.


Thumb beneath his chin, his fingers lingered by his lip, lightly tapping every so often while wide eyes surveyed the board in front of him. Lightly tilting his head Matthew pondered on the implications, staring at his options in the tropical jungle. After coming from the ancient tomb in his first ever adventure, Matthew had heard lots about the mystical forestry, the rumors that Iris, goddess of nature had blessed the wasteland with lush foliage had made him curious, and the rumors that humans had took over to create an empire filled his heart with wonderment.

Matthew consulted his Pokédex on the matter, the golden hub of the outer layer glinted in the bright light, refracting a beautiful sheen onto the grassy forest floor. Clicking a few buttons with slowness, the Pokédex still being a new phenomenon, Matthew noticed the hub flash as he looked closer onto the screen as it changed colour to reveal a poster. With his eyes widening, Matthew read the posters offer, a special offer of a safari zone. As Matthew checked the dates his body felt invigorated as he saw the date simultaneous to that of the offer.

His mind had conjured prospects of priceless catches, stunning rare Pokémon with breathtaking power as he searched all known Pokémon in his Pokédex, stopping on each Pokémon in awe at their powers. Matthew stared at the picture and then back at the notice board, thinking through his actions, hoping one of them would attainable through sheer cunning and lightning dexterity. It was a dream worth living, and worth attempting. His hair danced wildly in the gentle breeze, as he put one finger on his necklace, always reminded of one back home.

As Matthew started to walk he found himself picking up the pace for the contests location, growing into a light jog before finding himself streaming through the forest with a fast run, hoping to be included for the safari.

Arriving at the safari entrance, Matthew piqued his interests once more, reading the sign closely, noticing the fee of one rare candy. Rummaging in his bag, Matthew pulled out one Rare Candy (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=78684&postcount=128) to give on his way in. Looking around, Matthew noticed the safari rules on the board ahead, walking up to it; Matthew noticed that one he would only be allowed to take one Pokémon into the part, shrugging in conformation. Matthew flicked through his belt until he came upon his Castform, the newly bought Pokémon staring at him from his Pokéball, ready to set free upon the world. Flicking his hand back, Matthew lobbed the Pokéball high into the sky as he saw the red and white orb pop open, his Castform, Nimbus, floating down, his cuteness to unbearable. Hugging him gently, Matthew turned to the board once more, pointing as he issued his Castform to read the rules as well. As Matthew looked he saw that he was not allowed to attack the wild Pokémon, pondering on how he could catch them until he read the next rule, recourses and traps being allowed. Matthew thought hard upon which one he would make, shrugging it off until he got into the park.

As Matthew read the rules about the Safari Balls, he glanced over his shoulder to a woman in a red coat, walking over to her Matthew smiled and showed his pass, the woman producing his five safari balls. Giving her the rest of his team for storage, Matthew said his goodbyes for the time being. With Pokéballs in hand and backpack ready, Matthew felt hyped up and ready to go…

Arc_Angel
13th June 2009, 11:11 AM
The Sundial

Arc Angel: You squint vacantly at the white will-o’, not one bit surprised her soul was damned to serve upon the archaic shrine. You feel your hair bluster out of place as she recites her proposal as the walls begin to shudder. Bits of the golden pillar crumble in her ear-splitting wake, dust gusting across the circular crypt in a fierce attempt to amaze you and your motley crew. Jericho tumbled rearward at first sight, Bobbing back to your side and retaining his cheery composure in light of your ridicules. The infant chimp whimpers as it’s immaturely awoken by the strident echoes, the poor Aipom wanting nothing less than its mother’s attention. You could only hope she was a shy away from the odd ruin, searching desperately for her missing bubba rather than perishing in the relentless bonfire. As thoughts like these whistled through your head, you could only feel more ticked that you’d have to play the wisp’s game. Innocent lives where being lost, yet the serene spirit was completely detached, keeping to the rule of thumb and not showing a single sign of budging. Your sarcastic comments and heated scorn would be wasted on this particular cadaver... Upon reluctantly settling on a decision to continue, the spirit’s complexion blushes with white again, her elongated tendrils suddenly shortening into her smooth pallid scalp. The wisp bobbing before you had no less retracted into a cloudy sphere, gaping before you as you waited for something to happen. Looking around, you start to notice fragments of silco pick up around you, an ominous breeze whistling against your pale skin. At the focal point of the mystical catacomb, the white orb of light suddenly shifted to a tanned auburn, its outskirts appearing quite grainy and smooth. A few torches which had littered the walls of the hallowed tomb suddenly combust in a spur of brown flame, a staggering sound to say the least. Nonetheless you remain your composure as the wind intensifies into a vicious torrent. Grains of sand begin to spew from the brown will-o, joining with the wind to create a vicious Sandstorm! You cloak your eyes as the blustery grains buffet against you and your team, the baby Aipom now wailing in fear as the ominous ghoul attempts to mess with your minds. The walls drop, welcoming you and the archaic platform to a sandy vista to say the least. It was if you had been transported to a death-defying desert. A giant sun of orange gaped above the miniature Sahara, although it was far from your eye line as the vicious cyclone continued to buffet your face. Squinting slightly, you try your best to stare into the eye of the storm, the wisp still fixated at the hub of the catacomb. Her face was far from that you remembered. Grains of sand stream into the spirit, her physique growing and fortifying as she shaped into a feral T-Rex with a nerve-racking girth albeit two stubby arms. A tail sprouts from the vicious dinosaur, along with sandy spikes which jutt out from its back and up to its head. The spirit's mind-tricks had failed up to now, but before you stood a sand-strewn Tyranitar the height of a full-grown Onix. The beast lowered its head as it grimaced with a pair of hollowed sockets, opening its mouth and releasing an ear-splitting roar as grains of silco cracked away from its gaping jaw... What a game! You wince at the idea of a full-blown skirmish with the colossal statue, until recalling the words of the Will-O-Wisp... “choose one aid with the power to tackle the weather...”

Stacey's eyes remained set into a heavy glare upon the bright wisp before her, the creature uncaring and abrupt nature having rubbed her up the wrong way. As the walls echoed with sound and the baby Aipom woke sniffling heavy, a sign that a big crying session was about to erupt she rocked it up and down trying to sooth its frazzled state. She only hoped that its mother was around enarby away from the danger of the harsh bushfire outside. Waiting impatiently for the glowworm to explain the rules of this 'game' Stacey looked like an angered mother soothing her child with her Pokemon oblivious to her irked state. Jericho kept his cocky grin as he waited along with Reaper who's leash remained, Croagunk unnervingly silent.

With the confirmation that this woman would partake in her game the wisp withdrew into herself until she was nothing more than a shimmering orb of white light. Within the sealed room winds seemed to pick up dust and miniscule fragments of rubble and rock brushing against her skin. The white orb turned a light auburn brown, its edges smoothing too look like rock. Her Pokemon kept their guards up and the trio hardly flinched as the torches erupted as if the fuel had been topped up and flared a deep brown, an unnatural colour for fire. Thick waves of sand erupted from the orb in a violent Sandstorm that washed over the occupants of the room, Stace shielding her face and holding Aipom close to her chest to protect its little body. Squinting towards the heart of the storm she could just about make out the auburn orb shifting, the sands seemingly sticking to it causing its form to grow and change. She took on the form a large T-Rex with its typical short stubby arms and as the sands died down everyone stared up at the large imposing Tyranitar easily twice the size it should be. Aipom shivered in her grasp and even Jericho looked unnerved. It's mouth ripped open and gave a terrifying roar and even Stacey couldn't hide the flinch that crossed her face. This was some demented game, bloody wisp they were all caught in her madness.

Stacey took a step back and quickly thought over how to tackle this creature when she remembered the words of the psycho wisp in her mind, she had to choose an aid to battle the weather, it had been a sandstorm and this Tyranitar appeared to be constructed from the onomaly. She would need a Pokemon strong against ground types. Quickly pulling a Psychic Ball from her belt she signalled for her Pokemon to back up behind her wanting to keep them protected and released her Smoochum Syn. The little doll-looking Pokemon stared up at the Tyranitar with a fearful look in her eyes, what was her trainer thinking sending her out before that thing! She turned to face Stacey a horrified look in her big brown eyes but Stacey gave her a reassuring look.

"Its not a real Tyranitar Syn, just an ilusion made of weather. All I need you to do is keep up the ice attack. Blast it with a Blizzard and if thats not enough mix in your Powder Snow and Icicle Spear too." Syn gulped and nodded putting on a brave face before turning to face the sand monster chanting to herself "It's not real ... It's not real."

mew-the original
14th June 2009, 9:10 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic Box: More or less pleased with Morph’s new arsenal of attacks, you playfully usher forth another selection of the appealing volleys. The ditto gestures a chirpy reply, tap-dancing his red sneakers to prove a fondness of the tangled body. He blinks nervously at the tall and slender stag, its mystical horns evoking feelings of dizziness. Light-headedly skipping across the tiled platform, the pseudo-Tangela extends its bluish Vines once more, eyeing up the grimacing reindeer before Whipping the thin tendrils with a nasty crack. The Stantler rears as red marks litter its forelegs, shaking off the pain before is mighty antlers envelop in a purple aura. The beast neighs defiantly, galloping forward with Zen as it painstakingly rams Morph in his shrubby torso. The Ditto flounders through the air like a ragdoll, the Headbutt throwing him into a ancient totem-pole before achingly falling to his feet. Stantler continues with its heated rampage, scraping its hoof against the craggy earth before lunging forward for another Tackle, fortunately the Tangela scurrying to its feet and whipping out a lengthy vine. As the distance is closed, Morph hurriedly smacks the deer on the noggin with his thick appendage, Knocking it Off its momentum as it falls on its side. Smirking confidently, the knotted shrub hops onto the Stantler and finishes his assault by Absorbing some health from the downed protector who winces in pain. The Big Horn Pokémon grits heatedly, shaking off the pain flipping Morph like a burger on its lengthy antlers. The quadruped gruffly races in pursuit, shooting a Confuse Ray from its beady black appendages, Morph wobbling left and right as he attempts to regain momentum...


Tim clenched his teeth as he saw the shape shifter stumbling around out of confusion. "Great...." Tim said as he felt helpless, watching the battle turning to the raging Stantler's advantage. Suddenly, the adolescent trainer remembered something useful, after rummaging through his bag for a minute, Tim found exactly what he was looking for. "Hey, Morph! Come here, I have something to help!" Tim said as the vine pokemon struggled to come to its trainer, "Eat this Morph, it'll help." Tim said gently as he gave Morph a Lum Berry (http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/showpost.php?p=770381&postcount=282). The sassy pile of vines quickly felt refreshed and ready to battle. "Okay, now Morph, I need to use Stun Spore to restrict that Stantler's movements. After that, Tickle the beast, that way he wont be able to hit hard. Then I want you to use transform to turn into the Stantler, got it?" Tim ordered as Morph nodded with a determined look in its eyes.

Emp
27th June 2009, 5:23 PM
Major apology on the delay, I’ll do my best to make up for it with some rapid fire updates. I’d also like to welcome Treep to the group, you’ve done a great job RPing so far ^-^ And finally, the Zone has undergone a massive overhaul, with undesired areas being swapped for new ones such as the Safari Zone. Since Weebos is fairly inactive I’ll be upping my cap too... here we go...

Mantis Cave

Pearl’s Perap: You ogle the furry arachnid with a terrified cringe, trying to work up a light-hearted cheer to the struggling Crackers who was flailing and rattling like the rabid macaw that he was. The words of support fail to reach your lips however as you shiver in panic, barely managing to settle your watery eyes on the terrifying creepy crawly encircling the neon hollow in sights of a quick snack. Nonetheless before its beady black eyes could settle on your nerve-racked mug, another presence with equal ferocity rips its way through the rubble-strewn walls in the form of a oversized Yanmega. Batting its translucent airfoils ferociously, the creepy bug churns an ear-splitting drone before meeting the eyes of the exotic dragonfly who was drooling in hype of an assorted bounty. You cringe at the thought as Crackers is lassoed against the wall in silken strips of Ariados’ thick white fluids. There was no doubt about it, although you wanted to test your new friends and save your hard-hitting powerhouses for a greater challenge, the big guns where in need of utilisation. You toss and turn as you shuffle to your Pokeballs, managing to wrestle through the thick cobwebs in time to finger feather auburn Pokeball. Wiping sweat drops from your head you switch to a gritty face, lightly tossing the sphere as it hurtles into the dim-lit abyss. The Flying Ball suddenly ricochets against the weathered underbelly of Mantis’ lair, cracking open with a flood of light. The sparring bugs dip there furry heads as a new figure makes itself know by gallantly fluttering skyward with a heroic caw. The hawk-like avian unfolds his feathery wings as he scopes the azure dome cluttered with cobwebs and shrooms, snarling at the marauders as he intakes your instructions... with a Night Slash and a Fury Swipe the two bugs interlock in close combat much to your appraisal, the tarantula determined to hold its ground and defend its feed. Whilst their fierce cut and thrust was working in your favour, Tim had revenge on mind and time was of the essence. He hastily parks at the roof of the cave, eyeing his coordinates whilst the thick strands of cream and black wave about. Bowing his head the Brave Bird suddenly swoops into a nosedive at a breakneck speed. Meeting the two bugs, Tim becomes enveloped in a glittery blue aura, ramming into the furry Ariados before rebounding into the shell-cased Yanmega. Albeit outsized, the avian had made its mark in the two with a bloody gash forming on Ariados’ abdomen and the dragonfly taking the form of a squashed bug as it franticly wobbles its claws about in agony. Breathing off the recoil damage, Tim raises his feathery airfoils before swinging them in an X-motion, causing two fine streams of Air to Slash through your silk bandages. As Tim does the same to the senile parrot, you wobble to the edge of the cavern to find Dana blinking weakly, tensing her pincers should she have to fight. Not long to go sonny Jim, but the wrath of the behemoths would soon take its course without appropriate force...

The Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Fuelled by the implausible legends of the sunny vista stemming back thousands of years you eagerly eye the horizon of a blooming island as the tourist-sized ferry takes its course on the calming waves. The hilltops a beeline ahead where booming with a tropical aura as the colourful noise of wildlife whistled through your ears, your heart pounding as the rich flora pushed up on the blossoming hilltops. Although keen to stopover at the Mesopotamian remnants you had a much more alluring charge ahead: A bustling Safari game raring with the toughest and rarest Pokémon. With a mighty foghorn the boat makes its park, allowing you and a crowd of tourists to amble across the rickety brown ferry en route of a pristine building only a stretch away. With the sea salt breeze beginning to settle you feel your heart pounce upon reaching the faultless archway of a makeshift Pokémon Centre at least 4-storys high. With the pane-glass doors unbolting in your presence you feel a force of hundreds push behind as the unorderly crowd pile up to the several brightly-lit check-in desks. Naturally ahead of the queue you franticly dash to the nearest desk. Before skimming through the rules on a small board pinned at each bureau, you suddenly meet eyes with a kind-faced woman with a polished pink hairdo.

“Welcome to Lyanazia!” She blurts kindly before tapping your details into an unseen electronic device nestled behind the counter. Slotting the blue sweet into a plastic cylinder she then shuffles bellow her desk before presenting a handful of spanking new inventory, “Ok Matthew, here’s your Pokenav and 5 Safari Balls. Good luck!” With that she hands over your newly purchased tackle and points to the second archway of intersection. Various palms and thickets could be seen dangling from either rim of the glass doorway, urging you to finger a red-white sphere and toss it skyward. Cracking in mid-air with a burst of white, the ball landed back in your grasp before a cute grey blob bobbed to your side with a cheerful growl. Sharing a warm embrace with the rare weather Pokémon, you feel the yellow device in your pocket wildly pulsate. With the LCD display recognising Nimbus; his image flickered onto the blank screen with an accompanied green health bar still at its cap. Above the bobbing icon of the cloud-like Pokémon, the Nav kept a check of your Safari Balls coupled with several tabs boasting a map and teleportation feature. Marvelling over the small gadget you suddenly feel a presence to your rear...

“WOW A CASTFORM!” Clapping your ears in wake of the bombshell you suddenly feel a kid about half your size tug on your arm. His face was covered in freckles, topped with knotty hair coloured a carroty ginger. Gleaming with animation, the boy hopped in reach of Nimbus who bobbed upward in panic. “HEY I’LL TRADE YA FOR IT! OR EVEN BETTER – WE CAN BATTLE IT OUT AND THE WINNER KEEPS IT!” you gulp nervously, raring to cross borders and begin your safari, although the immature youngster didn’t look like he’d take no for an answer. Left speechless, you feel a third presence in your midst, a lanky girl about a foot taller than you sporting similar blemishes and ginger pigtails.

“Not so fast Twiggy!” she smiles, comically pulling the boy back by his ear before blushing in your direction, “Sorry about my brother he’s a real dweeb. I’m Susie!” Laughing to herself she tugs the mortified Twiggy through the archway much to Nimbus’ relief. Knowing the two ginger siblings had their heads on your target, one could only expect this wouldn’t be your last encounter. With Nimbus cheerfully resting on your noggin, the hustle and bustle seems to have settled as you set your eyes on the sunny outdoors. Swoosh! The glass panes open in your face, rays of sun washing on you and the chirpy cloud. With the brown thickets rubbing against your ankles as you take a quick appraisal of the vast expanse, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the heat was intense. Nimbus suddenly begins to flush a brilliant white, his upper-silhouette growing several orbs whilst his lower-silhouette shaping into a lumpy cloud. Encouraged to switch into his sunny-form, Nimbus chirps beneath his orange-hued helmet before spiralling with puffs of cloud.

Spending a few minutes to absorb the environment, you feel the surplus of tourists become far sparser as everybody sets their course. Ambling across the sundrenched savannah glowing a golden brown, you notice several Pokémon grazing on the frazzled expanse. Among them was a herd of stone-coloured Rhyhorn, huddled together as they bathed in the sun and sampled the lush thickets. Toward the left you noticed a herd of Stantler frolicking across the greener meadows, all too cheerful to notice a foursome of hungry Luxio hidden in the bushes with their bottoms raised and ready to pounce. Leaning toward the right you could vaguely distinguish a swarm of Scyther sparring with one another furiously in an attempt to woo their mates. Jumping with excitement you wonder where to go first. If the wildlife on the savannah wasn’t enough, there was a totem pole marking signs for the watering hole and the jungle.

What will you do?

The Sundial

Arc Angel: Traumatised by the brownish behemoth you bow your head and continue to reassure yourself its all part of a horrible illusion. The grains of sand beat across your skin, keeping you headstrong and urging you to play the wisp’s mythical game of wit and determination. Squinting so to keep the grit out of your eyes, you finger at a pink-hued Pokeball, with a hunch to tackle the vicious weather condition with a Pokémon that could deal with ground types. You expose the penny-sized sphere, tightly clutching it before the furious airstream could. Tapping it to the size of an apple, you gently pitch the Psychic ball letting it whirl through the storm before cracking open with a purple aura. Dropping to the sand-strewn desert with a tight grip to the ground, the diapered Syn releases a terrified squeal before hopping to her master with a look of sheer bewilderment. The Tyrant stomped the ground with its giant foot as it continued to clad in the tan rubble. As she cuddles your leg you assure her amidst the loud winds and blaring roars that it was all an illusion – a test of strength with little danger. Although you couldn’t hold your breath on the severity of the situation, you usher a triad of orders in hope at least one of them would put an end to the wretched puzzle. With Syn’s eyes glazed in tears she turns to face the T-Rex that had scared her so. Her blubbering bottom lip finally settled, the doll wiping her tears with her sleeved before channelling her ice energy. The Smoochum’s eyes shut, either in fear or concentration, although her mouth suddenly gapes open as she begins to blow a gust of blue wind in the monster’s direction. Settling on the baby Pokémon, the Tyranitar roars as spurs of white suddenly exit the ice-types chops. Suddenly! The Blizzard washes against bottom of the rock monster, and despite being washed down by the unsuitable conditions, the icy blast begins to crumble its thick hide. Roaring in pain as its lower half is severed by the bitter wind, the massive dinosaur begins to lose its substance as grains of sand pour from its limbs and onto the floor. You look around as the cyclone begins to subside, the grains of grit spiralling the arena beginning to collapse like a vicious rainfall causing the stout Syn to become buried in to soft pool of brown. The golden walls tattered with hieroglyphs suddenly jut from all corners and shroud the desert theme you’d become immersed in. A migraine suddenly ensues as you struggle to stay upright, the pool of sand suddenly flickering into nonexistence confirming it was nothing more than an illusion. Your motley companions look just as dazed, the fact you felt every grain of sand beat against your skin must have meant the spirit had gotten deep into your head. Perhaps death in her insane game would have resulted in the same outcome in the real world, the fact the wisp could suggest your subconscious to feel or experience anything in its whim seemed mind-boggling at the least. Ogling up at the white orb, you notice it taking shape again, flickering to a white-blue as the several torches followed. She’d got in your head again, only this time a shivery drop in temperature arose. Although Syn looked to snuggle itself in ecstasy, your other friends feel the bitter frost as the rocky floor glazes in blue and razor-sharp stalagmites rip through its surface. The wind picks up once more, only this time thickets of sleet blowing against your face. Shivering intensely you notice the walls around you drop for a second time, and although it was all but a mind trick you feel in awe with the starlit sky painted with a beautiful aurora... The Hail intensifies, and when you take a second look at the wisp you notice her pallid skin coating with sleet and snow. As with the vicious Tyranitar, the spirit began shaping into a vicious snowman! Standing over fifty-feet, the Abomasnow bellowed with a deep voice as spears of ice grew up its back and atop of its head. Undressed for such a tundra you feel your skin turning blue as the frigid wind takes its course. Cloaking the baby chimp in the midst of all this you’d have to act fast before the Wisp shattered your mentality...

Garden of Iris

Mewsic Box: The battle was beginning to take its toll on both battlers, although Morph was managing to hold its own against the mythical steed. The knotted shrub was wobbling in all directions as confusion took its course, leaving the Stantler with a confident neigh albeit slightly whiplashed by the Ditto’s snappy vines. Determined to show your worth to enter the garden and overpower the Stantler, you usher your next orders and pitch a purple berry in his direction. You could only hope you’d done enough to help the novice Pokémon against such a formidable opponent. Sniffing against the ground, the bluish Tangela wraps the berry in its thin tendrils before shoving it into an unseen mouth beneath its bushy exterior. Nomming it almost instantly, Morph chirps in approval as his migraine subsides. Stantler growls gruffly, and whilst the Tangela was sat on its bum without a care the reindeer hastily stamped the ground before charging forward with a mighty Take Down causing the stout shrub to subsequently scrape against the rocky surface as his limbs twinge in pain. Lifting himself up from the paving the grazed Morph springs forward on his red sneakers and begins shaking his body wildly affront the intimidating Stantler. Sudden spurs of golden powder begin flickering from his long tendrils in his strange dance, the Spores washing upon the quadruped and causing it to sneeze in a confused state. The stag suddenly lifts its forelegs irately, bellowing only to feel its muscles lock up with paralysis. The Tangela giggles mischievously as he extends his vines and begins Tickling Stantler. In wake of the frantic jiggling of the blue shrub the deer begins laughing uncontrollably much to its humiliation. Keeling backward with its defences down, Morph grows tired of his current form and transforms again. Flickering white, the shrubby silhouette becomes more streamline as four legs sprout beneath it, his head soon following. Finalizing the metamorphosis a fluffy white tail plopping on his rear coupled with a set of bizarre antlers climbing from his noggin. The radiance subsides, leaving a brilliant deer stood before you with silky tan fur and white blotches. Releasing a gallant neigh the deer stares squarely at his doppelganger that is all too weakened to retaliate. The enemy Stantler squints slightly as it Calm’s its Mind showing it wont go down without a fight. With the means to finish things, you look down at your green-sprayed Pokedex which flickers with Morph’s latest moveset.

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn234.gifSpecies Ditto
Nickname Morph
Moves Transform, Tackle,
Leer, Astonish, Hypnosis,
Stomp, Sand-Attack, Take Down,
Mega Drain, Stun Spore,
Confuse Ray, Calm Mind, Roleplay,
Zen Headbutt, Imprison, Captivate

Arc_Angel
27th June 2009, 7:21 PM
The Sundial

Arc Angel: Traumatised by the brownish behemoth you bow your head and continue to reassure yourself its all part of a horrible illusion. The grains of sand beat across your skin, keeping you headstrong and urging you to play the wisp’s mythical game of wit and determination. Squinting so to keep the grit out of your eyes, you finger at a pink-hued Pokeball, with a hunch to tackle the vicious weather condition with a Pokémon that could deal with ground types. You expose the penny-sized sphere, tightly clutching it before the furious airstream could. Tapping it to the size of an apple, you gently pitch the Psychic ball letting it whirl through the storm before cracking open with a purple aura. Dropping to the sand-strewn desert with a tight grip to the ground, the diapered Syn releases a terrified squeal before hopping to her master with a look of sheer bewilderment. The Tyrant stomped the ground with its giant foot as it continued to clad in the tan rubble. As she cuddles your leg you assure her amidst the loud winds and blaring roars that it was all an illusion – a test of strength with little danger. Although you couldn’t hold your breath on the severity of the situation, you usher a triad of orders in hope at least one of them would put an end to the wretched puzzle. With Syn’s eyes glazed in tears she turns to face the T-Rex that had scared her so. Her blubbering bottom lip finally settled, the doll wiping her tears with her sleeved before channelling her ice energy. The Smoochum’s eyes shut, either in fear or concentration, although her mouth suddenly gapes open as she begins to blow a gust of blue wind in the monster’s direction. Settling on the baby Pokémon, the Tyranitar roars as spurs of white suddenly exit the ice-types chops. Suddenly! The Blizzard washes against bottom of the rock monster, and despite being washed down by the unsuitable conditions, the icy blast begins to crumble its thick hide. Roaring in pain as its lower half is severed by the bitter wind, the massive dinosaur begins to lose its substance as grains of sand pour from its limbs and onto the floor. You look around as the cyclone begins to subside, the grains of grit spiralling the arena beginning to collapse like a vicious rainfall causing the stout Syn to become buried in to soft pool of brown. The golden walls tattered with hieroglyphs suddenly jut from all corners and shroud the desert theme you’d become immersed in. A migraine suddenly ensues as you struggle to stay upright, the pool of sand suddenly flickering into nonexistence confirming it was nothing more than an illusion. Your motley companions look just as dazed, the fact you felt every grain of sand beat against your skin must have meant the spirit had gotten deep into your head. Perhaps death in her insane game would have resulted in the same outcome in the real world, the fact the wisp could suggest your subconscious to feel or experience anything in its whim seemed mind-boggling at the least. Ogling up at the white orb, you notice it taking shape again, flickering to a white-blue as the several torches followed. She’d got in your head again, only this time a shivery drop in temperature arose. Although Syn looked to snuggle itself in ecstasy, your other friends feel the bitter frost as the rocky floor glazes in blue and razor-sharp stalagmites rip through its surface. The wind picks up once more, only this time thickets of sleet blowing against your face. Shivering intensely you notice the walls around you drop for a second time, and although it was all but a mind trick you feel in awe with the starlit sky painted with a beautiful aurora... The Hail intensifies, and when you take a second look at the wisp you notice her pallid skin coating with sleet and snow. As with the vicious Tyranitar, the spirit began shaping into a vicious snowman! Standing over fifty-feet, the Abomasnow bellowed with a deep voice as spears of ice grew up its back and atop of its head. Undressed for such a tundra you feel your skin turning blue as the frigid wind takes its course. Cloaking the baby chimp in the midst of all this you’d have to act fast before the Wisp shattered your mentality...

Through squinted eyes Stacey could just about make out the Tyranitar but she wouldn't have needed them as its piercing screeches made the hairs on her neck rise. As she held out the Psychic Ball in her outstretched hand she began to worry that her choice was a bad one. Tyranitar looked feral even if it wasn't real and the small creature within the Pokeball was a young girl in a babies body, she would be swallowed whole. As her thoughts turned the the annoying Wisp playing this sadistic game she released her Smoochum the little babeh shrieking in horror and running over to her trainer. Stacey tried to soothe the young girl and after a few minutes staring contest Syn turned to look at the Tyranitar who maintained its stony glare. Syn wobbled forward unsteadily her lip quivering praying that Stacey was right and as the ground beast stomped the ground causing her to fall on her butt fresh tears poured from her eyes.

'I'm not afraid ... I'm not afraid' she mentally chanted after receiving her orders and steps forward to meet the beast. Wiping off her tears she clamped her eyes shut and breathed out a a blast of frigid cold air filled with snow and ice. The Blizzard manages to hit the Tyranitar at its legs and even with the buffetting effect of the Sandstorm it appeared to be working. The beast roared as its base was destroyed sands ouring from its form covering the little ice doll before it all faded away into nothingness ... just an illusion. Stacey groaned as a deep throbbing between her temples, if this wisp had form she would have battered it to a bloody pulp by now.

The small room didn't remain as the wisp glowed an icy blue and as she pierced the young womans mind again a dip in temperature followed. Stacey involuntarily shivered as Syn beamed feeling far more comfortable. The floor becomes an deep cyan as icy stagmalites ripped forth luckily away from the group gathetered trying to keep warm. The winds turn along with the temperature as the sky becomes a beautiful black sparkled with stars, yet another illusion. The snow falling begins to harden into a vicious Hail as the wisp takes on a new shape, this time a huge snow covered tree that flex its thick trunk like arms and roared large ice spears jutted from its skin.

Maintaining an ironic icy glare Stacey shivered like mad her limbs spasming wildly as she tried to keep warm. Pulling out the shirt from her bag she wrapped up the babeh Aipom before returning Syn to her ball, although loving the weather she would not be a good match here. After a few tries she managed to grasp a Ghost ball and release the occupant. The stoward Duskull shivered a little in weather but was ready for any course of action, even if it meant taking on the giant Abominasnow.

"O-one s-super e-e-effect-tive attack w-worked l-last time," she managed through chatterting teeth hoping that Cadaver's one fire attack would destroy the illusion.

"F-Fire B-blast"

Pearl's Perap
28th June 2009, 11:07 AM
Major apology on the delay, I’ll do my best to make up for it with some rapid fire updates. I’d also like to welcome Treep to the group, you’ve done a great job RPing so far ^-^ And finally, the Zone has undergone a massive overhaul, with undesired areas being swapped for new ones such as the Safari Zone. Since Weebos is fairly inactive I’ll be upping my cap too... here we go...

Mantis Cave

Pearl’s Perap: You ogle the furry arachnid with a terrified cringe, trying to work up a light-hearted cheer to the struggling Crackers who was flailing and rattling like the rabid macaw that he was. The words of support fail to reach your lips however as you shiver in panic, barely managing to settle your watery eyes on the terrifying creepy crawly encircling the neon hollow in sights of a quick snack. Nonetheless before its beady black eyes could settle on your nerve-racked mug, another presence with equal ferocity rips its way through the rubble-strewn walls in the form of a oversized Yanmega. Batting its translucent airfoils ferociously, the creepy bug churns an ear-splitting drone before meeting the eyes of the exotic dragonfly who was drooling in hype of an assorted bounty. You cringe at the thought as Crackers is lassoed against the wall in silken strips of Ariados’ thick white fluids. There was no doubt about it, although you wanted to test your new friends and save your hard-hitting powerhouses for a greater challenge, the big guns where in need of utilisation. You toss and turn as you shuffle to your Pokeballs, managing to wrestle through the thick cobwebs in time to finger feather auburn Pokeball. Wiping sweat drops from your head you switch to a gritty face, lightly tossing the sphere as it hurtles into the dim-lit abyss. The Flying Ball suddenly ricochets against the weathered underbelly of Mantis’ lair, cracking open with a flood of light. The sparring bugs dip there furry heads as a new figure makes itself know by gallantly fluttering skyward with a heroic caw. The hawk-like avian unfolds his feathery wings as he scopes the azure dome cluttered with cobwebs and shrooms, snarling at the marauders as he intakes your instructions... with a Night Slash and a Fury Swipe the two bugs interlock in close combat much to your appraisal, the tarantula determined to hold its ground and defend its feed. Whilst their fierce cut and thrust was working in your favour, Tim had revenge on mind and time was of the essence. He hastily parks at the roof of the cave, eyeing his coordinates whilst the thick strands of cream and black wave about. Bowing his head the Brave Bird suddenly swoops into a nosedive at a breakneck speed. Meeting the two bugs, Tim becomes enveloped in a glittery blue aura, ramming into the furry Ariados before rebounding into the shell-cased Yanmega. Albeit outsized, the avian had made its mark in the two with a bloody gash forming on Ariados’ abdomen and the dragonfly taking the form of a squashed bug as it franticly wobbles its claws about in agony. Breathing off the recoil damage, Tim raises his feathery airfoils before swinging them in an X-motion, causing two fine streams of Air to Slash through your silk bandages. As Tim does the same to the senile parrot, you wobble to the edge of the cavern to find Dana blinking weakly, tensing her pincers should she have to fight. Not long to go sonny Jim, but the wrath of the behemoths would soon take its course without appropriate force...

[Yay, Zakky <3z Lyanazia! :3]

With the assistance of the large Pidgeot coming thick and fast, a wave of relief overtook Zak. Soaring around above him, Tim cried out, attempting to scare the bugs before starting a Brave Bird attack. Buffeting the creatures, each one damaged quite a fraction, the bird felt the burn himself. Not wanting to waste any time, however, the Pidgeot changes course, this time flapping his wings to reach the webbed areas. In a matter of seconds, the bird slashed at the air, cutting through the Ariados' home like a knife through butter. Having finally escaped properly, Zak quickly reunited with the FlyScorpion pokémon once more, sharing a quick hug before turning his attention back to the three way battle.

Having managed to deal an attack to each threat already and release Zak and Crackers, Tim screeched, darting as high up in the cavern as he could once more, awaiting more commands from his now-safe trainer. "Okay, dude, we need to try and deal with both of these pokémon as fast as possible. Let's brighten this cave up with a Sunny Day, follow that up with a Heat Wave. Attempt to hurt both the pokémon, primarily the Ariados, though." Recieving his two commands, the bird nodded and began. With Dana at his side once more, the boy smirked, "You wanna help out, girl? If you do and can glide properly in here, Fire Punch that Yanmega once Tim has brightened up the surroundings."

With both pokémon having commands for the bug battle, the boy turned to the injured looking Chatot who seemed a little disorientated nearby. "Hey, Crackers, how ya feeling?"

Treepandaone
28th June 2009, 12:17 PM
Major apology on the delay, I’ll do my best to make up for it with some rapid fire updates. I’d also like to welcome Treep to the group, you’ve done a great job RPing so far ^-^ And finally, the Zone has undergone a massive overhaul, with undesired areas being swapped for new ones such as the Safari Zone. Since Weebos is fairly inactive I’ll be upping my cap too... here we go...

The Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Fuelled by the implausible legends of the sunny vista stemming back thousands of years you eagerly eye the horizon of a blooming island as the tourist-sized ferry takes its course on the calming waves. The hilltops a beeline ahead where booming with a tropical aura as the colourful noise of wildlife whistled through your ears, your heart pounding as the rich flora pushed up on the blossoming hilltops. Although keen to stopover at the Mesopotamian remnants you had a much more alluring charge ahead: A bustling Safari game raring with the toughest and rarest Pokémon. With a mighty foghorn the boat makes its park, allowing you and a crowd of tourists to amble across the rickety brown ferry en route of a pristine building only a stretch away. With the sea salt breeze beginning to settle you feel your heart pounce upon reaching the faultless archway of a makeshift Pokémon Centre at least 4-storys high. With the pane-glass doors unbolting in your presence you feel a force of hundreds push behind as the unorderly crowd pile up to the several brightly-lit check-in desks. Naturally ahead of the queue you franticly dash to the nearest desk. Before skimming through the rules on a small board pinned at each bureau, you suddenly meet eyes with a kind-faced woman with a polished pink hairdo.

“Welcome to Lyanazia!” She blurts kindly before tapping your details into an unseen electronic device nestled behind the counter. Slotting the blue sweet into a plastic cylinder she then shuffles bellow her desk before presenting a handful of spanking new inventory, “Ok Matthew, here’s your Pokenav and 5 Safari Balls. Good luck!” With that she hands over your newly purchased tackle and points to the second archway of intersection. Various palms and thickets could be seen dangling from either rim of the glass doorway, urging you to finger a red-white sphere and toss it skyward. Cracking in mid-air with a burst of white, the ball landed back in your grasp before a cute grey blob bobbed to your side with a cheerful growl. Sharing a warm embrace with the rare weather Pokémon, you feel the yellow device in your pocket wildly pulsate. With the LCD display recognising Nimbus; his image flickered onto the blank screen with an accompanied green health bar still at its cap. Above the bobbing icon of the cloud-like Pokémon, the Nav kept a check of your Safari Balls coupled with several tabs boasting a map and teleportation feature. Marvelling over the small gadget you suddenly feel a presence to your rear...

“WOW A CASTFORM!” Clapping your ears in wake of the bombshell you suddenly feel a kid about half your size tug on your arm. His face was covered in freckles, topped with knotty hair coloured a carroty ginger. Gleaming with animation, the boy hopped in reach of Nimbus who bobbed upward in panic. “HEY I’LL TRADE YA FOR IT! OR EVEN BETTER – WE CAN BATTLE IT OUT AND THE WINNER KEEPS IT!” you gulp nervously, raring to cross borders and begin your safari, although the immature youngster didn’t look like he’d take no for an answer. Left speechless, you feel a third presence in your midst, a lanky girl about a foot taller than you sporting similar blemishes and ginger pigtails.

“Not so fast Twiggy!” she smiles, comically pulling the boy back by his ear before blushing in your direction, “Sorry about my brother he’s a real dweeb. I’m Susie!” Laughing to herself she tugs the mortified Twiggy through the archway much to Nimbus’ relief. Knowing the two ginger siblings had their heads on your target, one could only expect this wouldn’t be your last encounter. With Nimbus cheerfully resting on your noggin, the hustle and bustle seems to have settled as you set your eyes on the sunny outdoors. Swoosh! The glass panes open in your face, rays of sun washing on you and the chirpy cloud. With the brown thickets rubbing against your ankles as you take a quick appraisal of the vast expanse, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the heat was intense. Nimbus suddenly begins to flush a brilliant white, his upper-silhouette growing several orbs whilst his lower-silhouette shaping into a lumpy cloud. Encouraged to switch into his sunny-form, Nimbus chirps beneath his orange-hued helmet before spiralling with puffs of cloud.

Spending a few minutes to absorb the environment, you feel the surplus of tourists become far sparser as everybody sets their course. Ambling across the sundrenched savannah glowing a golden brown, you notice several Pokémon grazing on the frazzled expanse. Among them was a herd of stone-coloured Rhyhorn, huddled together as they bathed in the sun and sampled the lush thickets. Toward the left you noticed a herd of Stantler frolicking across the greener meadows, all too cheerful to notice a foursome of hungry Luxio hidden in the bushes with their bottoms raised and ready to pounce. Leaning toward the right you could vaguely distinguish a swarm of Scyther sparring with one another furiously in an attempt to woo their mates. Jumping with excitement you wonder where to go first. If the wildlife on the savannah wasn’t enough, there was a totem pole marking signs for the watering hole and the jungle.

What will you do?

Its all good, it was worth the wait :3

Fueled by the tales of lore and legend, Matthew’s heart raced as he approached the entrance of the Safari Zone, the sun beating down on his neck as the horizon of the blooming island appeared in front of him in the shape of a tourist sized ferry taking its course on the calming waves. Getting aboard the boat, Matthew stood upon the starboard side, the waves gently hitting the side as it sped through the waves, the experienced captain taking the helm. Looking up at the sky, Matthew breathed in a breath of fresh, cool air, the tropical aura of the island doing his health good as the activeness of the wildlife whistled through his ears. With many different areas to discover in the new land, Matthew felt an urge of adventure as he chose the Safari Game as his destination. With a mighty foghorn almost knocking Matthew off his feet in surprise, Matthew held on to the bar and sang to himself quietly.

“I’m on a boat, I’m on a boat, everybody look at me I’m on a mother-trucking boat.”

With the gentle sea breeze splashing across his face, Matthew felt the presence of the Pokémon Centre, a makeshift four storied building amongst the midst, the ban-glass doors unbolting in his presence, swooshing open as the tourists piled in. Being ahead of the queue, Matthew ran towards the nearest desk, skimming through the rules laid ahead of him as he met with the eyes of a kind-faced woman with pink hair.

“Welcome to Lyanazia!” The woman blurted as Matthew smiled kindly at her, the woman tapping his details into an unseen electronic device nestled behind the counter. Peeking over the desk, Matthew saw the woman place the candy in a plastic container before collecting his new inventory

“Ok Matthew, here’s your Pokenav and 5 Safari Balls. Good luck!” the woman said as Matthew reached for his new stuff, thanking the woman and leaving towards the pointed out direction.

As Matthew strode across to the door he saw various palms and thickets dangling down from the rim of the doorway, pumping more adrenaline into his body. Psyching himself up, he grabbed the Pokéball on his belt and threw it upward, the red and white ball exploding in the air with energy as it revealed his hyperactive Castform, the cute grey blob of his cheering at his release. Stroking Nimbus behind the ears, Matthew felt the device pulsate wildly, the LCD display recognizing Nimbus; his imagery flicking onto the blank screen with a green health bar at its cap. Looking round at the device, Matthew saw the safari balls and a map, the small gadget fascinating Matthew.

“Father would have gone crazy over this” Matthew said quietly to himself, reminiscing of his father electronic majesty.

“WOW A CASTFORM!” Matthew jumped once again, his socks knocked off at the abrasive jolt of speech hitting him like a bombshell as he turned to face the child responsible. “HEY I’LL TRADE YA FOR IT! OR EVEN BETTER – WE CAN BATTLE IT OUT AND THE WINNER KEEPS IT!” Matthew looked at the child tugging on his arm, looking down at the freckled boy as he excitedly jumped up and down, hopping to grab Nimbus. Matthew chuckled as the cloud pokémon bobbed up and down nervously at the acquisition, the usual playful pokémon feeling uncomforted. Gulping, Matthew looked back towards the doors, longing to exit but as he looked back at the boy, he saw that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Eyes flicking back to the door, Matthew saw another presence, a lanky girl about a foot taller than himself, sporting similar blemishes and pigtails.

“Not so fast Twiggy!” Matthew sighed a breath of relief as the woman comically pulled the boy back by his ears before blushing in his direction. “Sorry about my brother he’s a real dweeb. I’m Susie!” Matthew smiled as the woman tugged the boy through the archway as Nimbus looked relieved.

“You know I would never trade you away” Matthew said to his Castform as he hugged it “Although, We were good enough to beat him” Matthew laughed as he stuck his tongue out. Looking back at the door Matthew felt the three would meet back up again. Feeling Nimbus rest on his head, Matthew looked around to find the hustle and bustle of the centre calm down once more, as he headed back towards the door. Feeling the glass open on his arrival, Matthew felt the rays of sunshine beat down on his face once more, the brown thickets rubbing against his ankles as he took a quick glance around as his standings.

Matthew suddenly looked up at Nimbus as he flashed a brilliant white colour, his upper body growing several orbs as he grew clouds on his lower body, Matthew recognizing the sun transformation from the Pokédex, this being the first time he had seen it in person. Chirping beneath his orange-hued helmet, Matthew saw the pokémon spiraling off with puffs of cloud, as he walked into the adventurous zone.

Spending a few minutes to absorb the environment, Matthew felt the surplus of tourists become far sparser as they chose their destinations. Ambling across the savannah, Matthew noticed a few pokémon grazing on the expanse, a heard of Rhyhorn huddled together as they bathed in the sun. Thinking back to his first adventure, Matthew remembered his own Rhyhorn before he evolved, the battle-hungry giant pivotal into his success of not being killed in his first adventure into the realm of Fizzy Bubbles. Looking towards the left, Matthew noticed a heard of Stantler frolicking in a greener meadow, all too cheerfull to notice the Luxio in the bushes, Matthew’s keen eyes noticing the bottom raised and ready to pounce. Looking to the right, Matthew registered some Scyther sparring to woo their possible mates. Jumping in excitement, Matthew wondered where to go first, looking up at a totem pole with signs marked on it.

“Where do you want to go Nimbus?” The trainer asked his Pokémon as it spiraled towards the watering hole, chirping as Matthew laughed, accepting his decision. “Remember to keep on your toes now, this place is filled with untamed pokémon” Matthew warned as he stepped forward, ready to see what was at the watering hole.

Emp
28th June 2009, 7:19 PM
The Sundial

Arc Angel: With another climate change picking up, you relentlessly shiver as your frostbitten fingers tuck under the warmth of your jumper. With the temperatures bellow freezing the group huddles together to share body heat, all the while the horrific eyesore peering down with a mighty grimace. Syn nestled in the snowy blanket with a content smile, the arctic wind splashing on her face like a comforting breeze. Nonetheless she’d done her job, and whilst she was enjoying the snow she was in the face of a bad matchup. With a nippy switcharoo you shuffle your Psychic and Ghost ball and recall the snowy infant for a favourable spectre. The stout Duskull emerged from a flood of orchid before bobbing in circles and meeting your eyes. Chattering up another attack, the reaper waggles his head before facing the enormous yeti with a sensation of panic. As the icy stones buffeted his tattered cloak his lone eye lit with a burning passion as a fire burned beneath his carcass. Leaning rearward the ghost suddenly inhaled before exhaling a ginger inferno that quickly channelled into an X-shape figure. The Blast of Fire pushed through the thick gail hotter than ever, meeting the angry illusion of a snowman at the centre of his brow. An ear-splitting cry of agony ensues as streams vapour begin to fizzle from its forehead and his shape becomes disfigured. With the storm subsiding once more the monster begins to melt like an ice-cream on a hot summer’s day. As the liquid snowman disperses leaving your shoes soaked you notice the room change shape as it had before. The aurora lit sky flickers back to its regular tombstone panels, the walls protruding from the rims of the crypt and your cloths become surprisingly warm and dry. With the wisp forming at the focal point of the circular room, you feel at the end of your tether with the mind games and wonder if Croagunk had to go through the same process. Without another word you feel overcome with the same trippy sensation as the will-o taps into your subconscious. The burning torches around you switch from a bright blue to a deeper shade, hastily followed by the frayed walls and ceiling which flicker into nothingness. This sky was painted a shuddering black, with fast-moving clouds swarming ahead. Something else feels odd though, as if the floor beneath you was moving... Facing the tiled floor which was now painted with seaweed and shells you notice its barely bobbing on a rough sea in the middle of an unknown ocean! The dark waves crashed against all sides, you and your group barely managing to keep momentum as the water splashed against the deck causing you to scramble to its centre. With the crackling noise of thunder drops of drizzle begin splattering downward, intensifying into a heavy downpour. The pallid orb of a wisp suddenly drops into the water, leaving you to scan the waters edge in panic knowing full-well a watery kraken would no doubt make a horrifying appearance. As the five of you become literally saturated, raft continues to rock almost as if something was bellow. Croagunk grabs onto Reaper’s keystone much to his distaste whilst Jericho and Cadaver float carelessly above the rickety pedestal. Stumbling to your knees using every last breath to keep a hold of the baby chimp, you hear a strident cry coming from a nearby orca. The raft begins to tip as a enormous figure begins to push up beneath you. Almost as large as its predecessors, a giant Kyogre flounders out of the murky depths and lunges above your floatation. Its physical features where far more wobbly, almost as if it was made out of water. Its several red markings shimmered across its broad self as it slowly drifted through mid-air. Diving back into the water with a mighty splash, the orca left you with a third challenge to overcome. With the uneasy seas causing your grip to collapse you had to act fast...

Mantis Cave

Pearl’s Perap: Managing to find safety at a nearby ledge, You watch the dodgy fight for food and territory with an eager eye. It hadn’t been long since you where all in perilous danger, and it’d be up to you to make sure Tim, Dana and Crackers didn’t become the latest snack of the blood-thirsty arachnid. With a triad of additional orders, Tim bows faithfully before skimming the dim room. Whilst the 8-legged creature merely snarled and spat at the heroic avian, the squashed Yanmega franticly flapped its wings into shape before taking flight en route Pigeot. With Dana fluttering to your side you decide she’d make a nifty aid to the outnumbered Tim, the bat-like creature nodding before charging forward. That left one other – the senile bird who’d finally escaped the clutches of its arachnid captor. Meeting eyes you quickly see if he’s able to help whilst keeping your senses on the battle ahead. “Crackers!” the parrot reiterates with vigour, fluttering in zigzag motions with a thirst for revenge. Meanwhile, the Buzzing Yanmega continued to tail the feathery hawk, releasing a sound wave of Bug energy which ruffled against the plump bird, still searching for a spot of sunlight to enact his sunny day. At a loss for any shed of light, Tim swiftly takes a nosedive for the layer of cobwebs with the hairy bug in his sights. The arachnid braced itself for the assault as his fist veiled with a inky black aura, Sucker Punching the bird upon arrival and causing her to flounder into the ridges of the rough cave. Cawing in pain, Tim quickly ricochets off the wall and soars back onto Ariados’ tracks, opening his tan wings and churning a thick stream of hot air. The Wave of Heat washes onto the spider much to his agony as his fury skin starts to burn and blister. Right on queue, Dana flutters up and socks the Dragonfly with a fist full of flames, the Fire Punch causing a minor graze on the bugs hard endoskeleton. Crackers flutters about wildly, unsure who to it but finally settling on the Ariados who had caused him the most hardship. With the bruised bug licking its wounds the odd macaw perches slightly above before taking a deep breath... “ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY...” with use of his god-awful Singing voice, the colourful avian manages to put the insect to solace in the nick of time. Whilst Yanmega had a strong disgust for the bat-like Pokémon, the behemoth caught a glimpse of the downed Ariados and hastily flew to its side. Tim ushers away whilst Dana and Cracker land on your shoulders, all gawking in anticipation at what would become of the furry tarantula. The Yanmega suddenly emits a high-pitch signal to its rear. Moments pass, and the room is suddenly swarmed by a loud buzzing. Several smaller Yanma flock the tightly knit holes, brushing past the mushroomed hollows and meeting their mother at the focal point of the arena. As the Yanmega injected its lethal stinger in the neck of the Ariados, you watch in disgust as the dragonflies rip the spider limb from limb. Level up for Dana. Squinting at the orange carcass you notice its long fangs dripping with the incredibly sought venom. You where a stone’s throw away from finishing your side of the checklist, all you had to do was snatch the venom-filled tooth and make your way out of the godforsaken pit...

Safari Zone

Treepandaone: At a loss for where to head first, you decide one of the areas labelled on the signpost would be in your best interest. With the cheery cloud of sunshine hovering above you decide to let him pick your next destination on the sunny vista. He doesn’t take long to decide, bobbing atop the totem pole and franticly spiralling around the label pointing to the Watering Hole. Whether the heat had made him parched or he was interested in making new friends, Nimbus’ decision was set as he fluttered en route to the sparkling lake. Quickly jogging in tow, you keep a close eye on the latent Rhyhorn to make sure they where settled, a loud noise would certainly cause an unwanted stampede. The Stantler on the other hand where hastily scrambling in all angles as the playful Luxio quickly took their pick of the feed. It wasn’t the prettiest sight but the circle of life was one not to be troubled by. Rushing through the green thickets you soon find yourself and Castform surrounded by tall palm trees and tropical flora. A few Carterpie scuttle along the undergrowth as the bird types caw overhead. Shimmying through the thick lianas and bendy tree stalks the noise of gushing water cause your ears to erect. With Nimbus taking off faster than a jetplane in sheer ecstasy, you up your pace as you carefully hop over the dead leaves in tow of your restless partner. Soon enough you catch up to the eager cloud who’d settled down slightly in wake of the awesome atmosphere of the tropical forests. Loud chirpings are heard as giant dragonfly creatures scream overhead while cute, green Mushrooms leisurely feast on the thick shrubbery before scuttling into the undergrowth. In turn a small arachnid leaps from one side of a tree to the other, leaving thin strings of web to catch the occasional avian. Circling in awe whilst still heading to the tropical lagoon you stumble as a herd of humongous, tusked beasts cross your path, causing the soil bellow you to grumble in their wake. At a loss for words you frenziedly scan the Pokemon with your Pokedex, amazed to see Pokemon only heard of in books now walking past in their hundreds. ”Yanmega, Shroomish, Spinarak, Donphan, Mamoswine” With a hustle and bustle at every corner, there’d be know reason not to begin your hunt. Nonetheless Castform continues north, carefully slipping past the spider web and through the legs of the Pokémon Giants. You catch up once more, reaching the desired opening with a huge smile. Nestled just on the outskirts of the Island’s lush hilltops, the large drinking spot stood out as a beautiful sight to behold. Pumped freshly with crystalline mountain water, the still lake stood neatly before a powerful waterfall cascading from the height of a full-grown Steelix, forming a rainbow against the diamond-dust spray. The noise of wild Pokemon was strident as colonies of water pokemon bathed on the few rocks that jutted above the lake, among them Poliwag and Corphish coupled with their respected families. Occasionaly a few Goldeen and Lumineon leap up from the water before splashing back in, with a cute few Chinchou and Clamperl nestled at the depth of the lake. Outskirting the lake was a herd of Phanpy squirting jets of water playfully at one another as its mother observed with a keen smile. A set of Cherubi and Seedot also sampled the fresh water whilst bathing under the suns rays which refracted through the many palms. The hunt is on: What will you do?

Treepandaone
29th June 2009, 3:40 AM
Safari Zone

Treepandaone: At a loss for where to head first, you decide one of the areas labelled on the signpost would be in your best interest. With the cheery cloud of sunshine hovering above you decide to let him pick your next destination on the sunny vista. He doesn’t take long to decide, bobbing atop the totem pole and franticly spiralling around the label pointing to the Watering Hole. Whether the heat had made him parched or he was interested in making new friends, Nimbus’ decision was set as he fluttered en route to the sparkling lake. Quickly jogging in tow, you keep a close eye on the latent Rhyhorn to make sure they where settled, a loud noise would certainly cause an unwanted stampede. The Stantler on the other hand where hastily scrambling in all angles as the playful Luxio quickly took their pick of the feed. It wasn’t the prettiest sight but the circle of life was one not to be troubled by. Rushing through the green thickets you soon find yourself and Castform surrounded by tall palm trees and tropical flora. A few Carterpie scuttle along the undergrowth as the bird types caw overhead. Shimmying through the thick lianas and bendy tree stalks the noise of gushing water cause your ears to erect. With Nimbus taking off faster than a jetplane in sheer ecstasy, you up your pace as you carefully hop over the dead leaves in tow of your restless partner. Soon enough you catch up to the eager cloud who’d settled down slightly in wake of the awesome atmosphere of the tropical forests. Loud chirpings are heard as giant dragonfly creatures scream overhead while cute, green Mushrooms leisurely feast on the thick shrubbery before scuttling into the undergrowth. In turn a small arachnid leaps from one side of a tree to the other, leaving thin strings of web to catch the occasional avian. Circling in awe whilst still heading to the tropical lagoon you stumble as a herd of humongous, tusked beasts cross your path, causing the soil bellow you to grumble in their wake. At a loss for words you frenziedly scan the Pokemon with your Pokedex, amazed to see Pokemon only heard of in books now walking past in their hundreds. ”Yanmega, Shroomish, Spinarak, Donphan, Mamoswine” With a hustle and bustle at every corner, there’d be know reason not to begin your hunt. Nonetheless Castform continues north, carefully slipping past the spider web and through the legs of the Pok&#233;mon Giants. You catch up once more, reaching the desired opening with a huge smile. Nestled just on the outskirts of the Island’s lush hilltops, the large drinking spot stood out as a beautiful sight to behold. Pumped freshly with crystalline mountain water, the still lake stood neatly before a powerful waterfall cascading from the height of a full-grown Steelix, forming a rainbow against the diamond-dust spray. The noise of wild Pokemon was strident as colonies of water pokemon bathed on the few rocks that jutted above the lake, among them Poliwag and Corphish coupled with their respected families. Occasionaly a few Goldeen and Lumineon leap up from the water before splashing back in, with a cute few Chinchou and Clamperl nestled at the depth of the lake. Outskirting the lake was a herd of Phanpy squirting jets of water playfully at one another as its mother observed with a keen smile. A set of Cherubi and Seedot also sampled the fresh water whilst bathing under the suns rays which refracted through the many palms. The hunt is on: What will you do?


Chuckling to himself as he watched his fluffy cloud swivel around the totem pole, Matthew set off for the watering hole, glazing among his Castforms transformation, the small pok&#233;mon bearing light shade to the leaves below as he floated above, glistening and sitting subdued in the sunlight. Calling to his Pok&#233;mon with a whistle, Matthew felt the Pok&#233;mon land back on his head from behind, the pok&#233;mon floating around with a hyper attitude, his burning plumes outspread upon his body.

Matthew took a few seconds to reconcile why the Castform had chosen this path, thinking about the possibilities as two strong ones stuck his mind instantaneously, the first being that the little guy wanted to make friends, the synopsis making sense as Matthew had no idea of his past from beyond the coins for prizes when he bought him. Another hypothesis that sprung to mind was that Nimbus was parched with the intensified heat, Matthew suddenly feeling the thought himself.

Shaking it off, Matthew set off into a slow job to keep up with the weather pok&#233;mon, keeping a close eye on the latent Rhyhorn to make sure the Pok&#233;mon stayed where they settled, a stampede being the last thing Matthew needed on his first moment into the safari zone. Looking over his shoulder, Matthew saw the stantler group hastily scramble in all angles as the Luxio took their pick of the food. Looking back, Matthew saw the circle of life being performed, not the most prettiest thing, but necessary for the animals to live.

With the Pok&#233;mon out of sight, Matthew focused back on what was ahead, rushing through green thickets, finding himself surrounded by tall palm trees and tropical flowers, the beautiful aura of the tropical zone a sight to behold that any trainer must do before they die. Registering his Castform above his head, Matthew saw a few caterpie scuttles amongst the undergrowth as he heard unidentified birds caw from above. Shimmying through the think lianas and bendy tree stalks, Matthew suddenly heard the sound of gushing water, his destination apparent and close. With the sound reaching Nimbus’ ears as well, Matthew saw the cloud zoom off through the trees towards the origin. Upping his own pace to match his partners, Matthew carefully hoppd over the dead leaves in tow of Nimbus and within a few seconds, Matthew found the weather Pok&#233;mon settling down, admiring the tropical forests for all its worth, soaking in the amazing atmosphere.

Spiraling round to get the best view, Matthew heard the loud chirpings of the giant dragonflys, saw the cute green mushrooms feast on the shrubbery below his feet before scuttling gently into the undergrowth. Watching in awe, Matthew found himself watching a small arachnid hopping from tree to tree, a barely visible string exiting from its forelegs in hope to catch an avian for dinner. Watching the majesty of the bug type, Matthew found himself stumbling left and right before getting stopped by the entrance of a heard of massive tusked elephants, the soil below his feet quaking slightly. Speechless from the sights, Matthew scanned the area with his Pok&#233;nav, the mechanized voice registering the pok&#233;mon as Yanmega, Shroomish, Spinarak, Donphan and Mamoswine. With the hustle and bustle of the jungle peaking his interests, Matthew found himself regaining his direction and heading north, the Castform doing the same as it dipped and dived through the web laid by the bug, and the legs of the giants.

Within a few minutes of running, Matthew found the opening to the outskirts, Castform delicately balanced on the edge, waiting for him before carrying on through. Wiping away a branch of weeds with one hand, Matthew smiled as he saw the large drinking spot on the outskirts on the Island’s lush hilltops. Pumped freshly with crystalline mountain water, Matthew saw the lake standing neatly before a powerful waterfall, the height registering that of a full-grown steelix, forming a rainbow above the diamonded dust spray. Hearing the sounds of wild Pok&#233;mon, Matthew peeked around for their locations, noticing a few jutted rocks above the lake, the heads of a Corphish and Poliwag bolting out. Looking to the lake, Matthew saw the odd Golden and Lumineon jumping up from the waters depths. Peeking over the grassy edge, Matthew stared down into the bottom of the lake, a Chinchou and Clamperl nestled at the bottom. Looking back around at his surroundings, Matthew also saw a heard of Phanphy squirting jets of water at each other, playfully preparing for pubescent adulthood, early battling skills being learnt as to survive later in life. Looking into the grassy plains, Matthew saw a Seedot and a Cherubi sampling the water as well as bathing in the sunlight. Turning to his Castform, Matthew came up with a plan.

“OK Nimbus, here is what we’re going to do. I like the look of that Cherubi so we’ll give that one a go. I want you to use Future Sight to find a box like structure that could withstand a lot of pressure, a strong leaf will do as long as it will hold and large stick as well. Then I want you to set it up so that you can use Grass Knot to tie up the box once the Cherubi is inside. As for how to get the Cherubi inside, launch a Sweet Scent at Cherubi to get it to come over. Got it?”

With the weather Pok&#233;mon’s understanding, Matthew nodded and smiled happily, ready to put his plan into action.

OoC: If you didn't get what I mean something like, this (http://www.demotivateus.com/posters/pedophiles-yahoo-chat-demotivational-poster.jpg) but with whatever Castform can find as the hub, and the grass knot to tie it down.

Emp
29th June 2009, 8:47 PM
The Safari Zone

Treepandaone: With the energizing gush of water splashing against the jagged plunge pool, a hunting spirit soon overcomes you and your sun-shaped amigo. It was the peak of day and it seemed as though dozens of different species had met at the pristine watering hole for a refreshing drink and an uplifting bathe in light of the otherwise humid conditions. It was hunting time, and out of the vast banquet of wildlife you’d already settled on a few Pok&#233;mon of interest. You squint across the tropical bank to a small cherry like Pok&#233;mon with a siamise twin dangling off its leafy stem and a crimwon mark above its brow. The pink shrub cutely dips its face into the pond whilst sampling the clear springs with a charming grin, a perfect start to your Safari spree. Although just as harmless as the Cherubi, a wiggly Bellsprout jigs into the budding plant’s attention, waggling its brown stem flirtatiously and sending a wink to the Cherubi whose face flushed with warmth. It seemed with the shrub well and truly distracted there was no better time to hatch a plan. With Nimbus all ears, you explain your simple box-trap technique – a clever ploy to lure the flower and trap it where it stands. Nimbus giggles excitedly, eager to show off his skills and work together with his trainer. He giddily bobs down the lakefront, shrewdly ducking into the deeper groves of the bank’s outskirts in search for resources. Using Future Sight his precious search time is severely cut, the cloudy blob experiencing eerie premonitions and following these feelings. Hovering up you notice Nimbus rip loose a thick leaf from a banana tree with his teeth before grabbing a foot-long stick from the jungle’s undergrowth. He chirps cleverly as the trap comes together, mounting the heavy sheet atop of his brown stick of lumber. Cuddled up in the fertile brush, Nimbus watches the grass-type with a keen eye much to your delight. Who would have known the little bugger could be such a good hunter? Finishing his ruse, the Castform begins to excrete a powerful pink aroma which slowly wafts in the direction of the small cherry. Lifting its head from the clear water, the Cherubi’s nostrils suddenly flare to the whiff of a heavenly fragrance. Lured by the fruity smell of a quick snack, the pink Pok&#233;mon quickly takes off and begins toddling up the coast oblivious to the fact the flirty wasn’t far in tow. Nimbus snorts to himself as his grin widens, the waddling cherry hopping ever closer to the makeshift trap... SWOOSH! Right on queue Nimbus tugs on the stick, setting the trap which snaps on the ground like a tonne of bricks. Leaving not time to escape, the sun-shaped Pok&#233;mon begins pulsing with a green aura as the stems of grass bellow stir in motion, tightly ensnarling the now airtight trap leaving no room for movement. Pumping a cloudy fist in the air, Nimbus spins wildly in the air in wake of his successful ambush, only to notice a scrambling Cherubi waddling toward the nearby bed of rocks. Dumbstruck by the sight of the cherry-coloured shrub, Nimbus bobs his head down only to hear the squeals of a traumatised Bellsprout wriggling beneath the thick banana leaf. It looks like Nimbus’ trap had sprung, only onto the wrong target... With Cherubi making a run for it, you’d need your wits about you sonny Jim...

mew-the original
29th June 2009, 11:18 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic Box: The battle was beginning to take its toll on both battlers, although Morph was managing to hold its own against the mythical steed. The knotted shrub was wobbling in all directions as confusion took its course, leaving the Stantler with a confident neigh albeit slightly whiplashed by the Ditto’s snappy vines. Determined to show your worth to enter the garden and overpower the Stantler, you usher your next orders and pitch a purple berry in his direction. You could only hope you’d done enough to help the novice Pokémon against such a formidable opponent. Sniffing against the ground, the bluish Tangela wraps the berry in its thin tendrils before shoving it into an unseen mouth beneath its bushy exterior. Nomming it almost instantly, Morph chirps in approval as his migraine subsides. Stantler growls gruffly, and whilst the Tangela was sat on its bum without a care the reindeer hastily stamped the ground before charging forward with a mighty Take Down causing the stout shrub to subsequently scrape against the rocky surface as his limbs twinge in pain. Lifting himself up from the paving the grazed Morph springs forward on his red sneakers and begins shaking his body wildly affront the intimidating Stantler. Sudden spurs of golden powder begin flickering from his long tendrils in his strange dance, the Spores washing upon the quadruped and causing it to sneeze in a confused state. The stag suddenly lifts its forelegs irately, bellowing only to feel its muscles lock up with paralysis. The Tangela giggles mischievously as he extends his vines and begins Tickling Stantler. In wake of the frantic jiggling of the blue shrub the deer begins laughing uncontrollably much to its humiliation. Keeling backward with its defences down, Morph grows tired of his current form and transforms again. Flickering white, the shrubby silhouette becomes more streamline as four legs sprout beneath it, his head soon following. Finalizing the metamorphosis a fluffy white tail plopping on his rear coupled with a set of bizarre antlers climbing from his noggin. The radiance subsides, leaving a brilliant deer stood before you with silky tan fur and white blotches. Releasing a gallant neigh the deer stares squarely at his doppelganger that is all too weakened to retaliate. The enemy Stantler squints slightly as it Calm’s its Mind showing it wont go down without a fight. With the means to finish things, you look down at your green-sprayed Pokedex which flickers with Morph’s latest moveset.

http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn234.gifSpecies Ditto
Nickname Morph
Moves Transform, Tackle,
Leer, Astonish, Hypnosis,
Stomp, Sand-Attack, Take Down,
Mega Drain, Stun Spore,
Confuse Ray, Calm Mind, Roleplay,
Zen Headbutt, Imprison, Captivate


A wide grin sprung upon Tim's face as he saw the confused heep of vines gulp down the Lum Berry in a single bite. Within moments, Morph had regained its senses and was itching to continue the battle. Remembering Tim's next commands, Morph then shook verociously, spreading around thousands of tiny yellow spores which Stantler inhaled. The Deer Pokemon soon was unable to move thanks to Stun Spores paralysis effect. Morph then stood waiting for Tim's oders, forgetting what the rest were, which Tim was understanding of. "I said to use Tickle earlier." the trainer repeated, to which Morph embarrassingly thanked and extended its vines to Tickle the now paralyzed Stantler. The angry steed tried desperatly to hold in its laugh, but embarrassingly couldn't hold it in. As Morph finished, Tim decided to make use of Morph's unique ability, "Transform!" Tim shouted. The viney pokemon began to emmit a bright light as its form changed into that of a Stantler, identical to the one who opposed you right now. Looking through his sexy green pokedex, Tim checked Morph's attacks to see something that really caught his eye. "Morph, start out with Imprison!" Tim shouted. "With Imprison, we'll seal the fate of this battle..." Tim thought as he grinned in excitment. "Then use Zen Headbutt, and finish off with Stomp!" Tim shouted as he struggled to his feet.

Arc_Angel
1st July 2009, 7:07 PM
The Sundial

Arc Angel: With another climate change picking up, you relentlessly shiver as your frostbitten fingers tuck under the warmth of your jumper. With the temperatures bellow freezing the group huddles together to share body heat, all the while the horrific eyesore peering down with a mighty grimace. Syn nestled in the snowy blanket with a content smile, the arctic wind splashing on her face like a comforting breeze. Nonetheless she’d done her job, and whilst she was enjoying the snow she was in the face of a bad matchup. With a nippy switcharoo you shuffle your Psychic and Ghost ball and recall the snowy infant for a favourable spectre. The stout Duskull emerged from a flood of orchid before bobbing in circles and meeting your eyes. Chattering up another attack, the reaper waggles his head before facing the enormous yeti with a sensation of panic. As the icy stones buffeted his tattered cloak his lone eye lit with a burning passion as a fire burned beneath his carcass. Leaning rearward the ghost suddenly inhaled before exhaling a ginger inferno that quickly channelled into an X-shape figure. The Blast of Fire pushed through the thick gail hotter than ever, meeting the angry illusion of a snowman at the centre of his brow. An ear-splitting cry of agony ensues as streams vapour begin to fizzle from its forehead and his shape becomes disfigured. With the storm subsiding once more the monster begins to melt like an ice-cream on a hot summer’s day. As the liquid snowman disperses leaving your shoes soaked you notice the room change shape as it had before. The aurora lit sky flickers back to its regular tombstone panels, the walls protruding from the rims of the crypt and your cloths become surprisingly warm and dry. With the wisp forming at the focal point of the circular room, you feel at the end of your tether with the mind games and wonder if Croagunk had to go through the same process. Without another word you feel overcome with the same trippy sensation as the will-o taps into your subconscious. The burning torches around you switch from a bright blue to a deeper shade, hastily followed by the frayed walls and ceiling which flicker into nothingness. This sky was painted a shuddering black, with fast-moving clouds swarming ahead. Something else feels odd though, as if the floor beneath you was moving... Facing the tiled floor which was now painted with seaweed and shells you notice its barely bobbing on a rough sea in the middle of an unknown ocean! The dark waves crashed against all sides, you and your group barely managing to keep momentum as the water splashed against the deck causing you to scramble to its centre. With the crackling noise of thunder drops of drizzle begin splattering downward, intensifying into a heavy downpour. The pallid orb of a wisp suddenly drops into the water, leaving you to scan the waters edge in panic knowing full-well a watery kraken would no doubt make a horrifying appearance. As the five of you become literally saturated, raft continues to rock almost as if something was bellow. Croagunk grabs onto Reaper’s keystone much to his distaste whilst Jericho and Cadaver float carelessly above the rickety pedestal. Stumbling to your knees using every last breath to keep a hold of the baby chimp, you hear a strident cry coming from a nearby orca. The raft begins to tip as a enormous figure begins to push up beneath you. Almost as large as its predecessors, a giant Kyogre flounders out of the murky depths and lunges above your floatation. Its physical features where far more wobbly, almost as if it was made out of water. Its several red markings shimmered across its broad self as it slowly drifted through mid-air. Diving back into the water with a mighty splash, the orca left you with a third challenge to overcome. With the uneasy seas causing your grip to collapse you had to act fast...

The group huddled together trying to conserve as much heat as possible and clad only in a pair of jeans and tanktop having given her shirt to Aipom to keep the bubah warm Stacey was quickly becoming hypothermic. Syn was quickly returned and relaced with a floating Duskull, the Cadaver shivering and wincing as the hail tore through his already tattered cloak. The gianormous Abominasnow was less than impressed by the group of humans and Pokemon and leered down at the tiny creature daring to challenge it. Stuttering out her order Cadaver faced the great beast a look of concern flashing in his one eye, would he really be able to take it out?

Lingering no further over his concern Cadaver summoned all the fire energy within him that he had and shot out a Kanji of flames that seared through the hail like a hot knife through butter. The Fire Blast hits the snowman head on and it shrieks in pain as the illusion begins to melt and lose its form soon turning to water and washing over the group Jericho grinning as he kept dry, Reaper non-plussed still hanging onto Croagunk. The room comes back into her vision, stones covered in shadow and lit by the wierd colour-changing torches. The wisp forms back into her glowing white self and Stacey sighs, she had had enough of this rediculous game, what the hell were they achieving by putting her through all this.

With her questions unanswered Stacey felt her mind subcumb to the wills of the wisp once more as the torches switch to a much darker blue, the walls of the room disappearing into air, the sky a midnight black, swirling dark clouds gathering. Feeling like she was on unsteady ground Stacey peered down to see the small piece of flooring covered with seaweed and shells bobbing on a sea of water as waves crash into them throwing the group off balance. The wisp submerges herself into the depths and Stacey waits with tense anticipation for the next beast to reveal itself. Croagunk had moved closer to its captor and was clinging to Reaper's keystone, the Spiritomb not impressed by the hug he was recieving. Jericho and Cadaver floated harmlessly in the air watching the sea with the same tense look.

Suddenly the tiled life raft shuddered back causing Stacey to fall to the ground holding the quivering Aipom to her chest whilst keeping hold of the ground. A large watery Pokemon forced its way through the water its body dwarfing the gropu by a long mile. The Kyogre looked to be made out of water but still as impressive as the real legend. Stacey gasps at the sight of it before it dives back into the water throwing the raft back as Stacey slid along its length only just managing to keep hold of it. Tying her shirt around her neck with her free hand, Aipom secured inside she now had both hands available and used one to return Cadaver to his ball. Placing it back on her belt whilst keeping a tight grip on the ship she pulled a plain Pokeball next to it and released the Pokemon inside, a chirpy Rotom who soon frowned at the wierd situation it was released into. Stacey had to shout above the storm to get her orders to Rapture, and she had to do it fast before they all drowned, and if thet died here who know's what would happen in reality.

"Rapture, that Kyogre is just an illusion of water, you have to take it down. Hit it with Shock Wave and keep hitting it till its destroyed."

Treepandaone
1st July 2009, 10:40 PM
The Safari Zone

Treepandaone: With the energizing gush of water splashing against the jagged plunge pool, a hunting spirit soon overcomes you and your sun-shaped amigo. It was the peak of day and it seemed as though dozens of different species had met at the pristine watering hole for a refreshing drink and an uplifting bathe in light of the otherwise humid conditions. It was hunting time, and out of the vast banquet of wildlife you’d already settled on a few Pokémon of interest. You squint across the tropical bank to a small cherry like Pokémon with a siamise twin dangling off its leafy stem and a crimwon mark above its brow. The pink shrub cutely dips its face into the pond whilst sampling the clear springs with a charming grin, a perfect start to your Safari spree. Although just as harmless as the Cherubi, a wiggly Bellsprout jigs into the budding plant’s attention, waggling its brown stem flirtatiously and sending a wink to the Cherubi whose face flushed with warmth. It seemed with the shrub well and truly distracted there was no better time to hatch a plan. With Nimbus all ears, you explain your simple box-trap technique – a clever ploy to lure the flower and trap it where it stands. Nimbus giggles excitedly, eager to show off his skills and work together with his trainer. He giddily bobs down the lakefront, shrewdly ducking into the deeper groves of the bank’s outskirts in search for resources. Using Future Sight his precious search time is severely cut, the cloudy blob experiencing eerie premonitions and following these feelings. Hovering up you notice Nimbus rip loose a thick leaf from a banana tree with his teeth before grabbing a foot-long stick from the jungle’s undergrowth. He chirps cleverly as the trap comes together, mounting the heavy sheet atop of his brown stick of lumber. Cuddled up in the fertile brush, Nimbus watches the grass-type with a keen eye much to your delight. Who would have known the little bugger could be such a good hunter? Finishing his ruse, the Castform begins to excrete a powerful pink aroma which slowly wafts in the direction of the small cherry. Lifting its head from the clear water, the Cherubi’s nostrils suddenly flare to the whiff of a heavenly fragrance. Lured by the fruity smell of a quick snack, the pink Pokémon quickly takes off and begins toddling up the coast oblivious to the fact the flirty wasn’t far in tow. Nimbus snorts to himself as his grin widens, the waddling cherry hopping ever closer to the makeshift trap... SWOOSH! Right on queue Nimbus tugs on the stick, setting the trap which snaps on the ground like a tonne of bricks. Leaving not time to escape, the sun-shaped Pokémon begins pulsing with a green aura as the stems of grass bellow stir in motion, tightly ensnarling the now airtight trap leaving no room for movement. Pumping a cloudy fist in the air, Nimbus spins wildly in the air in wake of his successful ambush, only to notice a scrambling Cherubi waddling toward the nearby bed of rocks. Dumbstruck by the sight of the cherry-coloured shrub, Nimbus bobs his head down only to hear the squeals of a traumatised Bellsprout wriggling beneath the thick banana leaf. It looks like Nimbus’ trap had sprung, only onto the wrong target... With Cherubi making a run for it, you’d need your wits about you sonny Jim...


The sound of the majestic waterfall hit Matthew’s ears like a sacred symphony, natures preserved glory sitting in one spot, the wide array of Pokémon that lived in the coarsest of places of the jungle all gathered here for the protection and wildlife that the safari offered. Looking around at his surroundings, Matthew bathed in the bask glow of the sun, beating down on his neck. Taking off his jacket, Matthew stood in his tee-shirt, looking up at the waterfall as it threw water off of the cliff edge and into the jagged plunge pool. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Matthew Looked at Nimbus, nodded as he marked the time, the peak of the day where dozens of different species meet at the watering hole, looking for a refreshing drink and an uplifting bathe in light.

Bursting into action, Matthew found himself ready to hunt, the vast banquet of wildlife catching his eye as he marked out his most interested targets. Squinting in the blazing sun, Matthew recognized the cherry like Pokémon by the pool-side, its Siamese twin dangling from its leafy stem. Matthew smiled gently as the pink shrub dipped its face into the pool, the tiny pokémon sampling the clear spring water, purified by natures blender, the waterfall. Looking around at his surroundings, Matthew noticed a harmless Bellsprout jigging into view and catching the plats attention, waggling its brown stem flirtatiously. Stroking his chin, Matthew notice the Cherubi’s face turn a salmon pink at the Bellsprouts wink, seeing the perfect opportunity to strike, the plant pokémon distracted.

Turning to Nimbus, Matthew explained the simple box-trap plan, an effective technique that would abide by the rules of the safari and trap the pokémon with enough time to catch it. Giggling excitedly, Nimbus looked as though eager to show off his skill as Matthew watched in amazement, happy that his Pokémon was willing to exceed itself for his satisfaction. Matthew watched as the Pokémon giddily bobbed down the lakefront, ducking into the groves of the outskirt in search for resources. Following the plan, Matthew smiled as the pokémon glowed an eerie purple akin to future sight. Using the senses around him, Nimbus hovered up to a large banana tree, ripping loose a large leaf with its teeth before grabbing a big stick from the jungle undergrowth. Complimenting him on his fast timing, Matthew watched as the Castform chirped, putting together the trap, mounting the heavy sheet atop of his brown stick of lumber. Cuddling up in the fertile brush, Matthew watched nimbus stalk the grass-type, delighted at the little Pokémon’s excellent hunting skills. Finishing the plan, Castform began to excrete a powerful aroma. Butterflies in his stomach, Matthew watched as the aroma wafted towards the cherry. Matthew’s hands fidgeted as the Cherubi’s nostrils flared with the whiff of the fragrance. With the pokémon being lured into the trap, Matthew watched intensly as the pokémon toddled up the coast, oblivious to the following Bellsprout behind her. Matthew looked to Nimbus as he saw the grin widening, the waddling cherry getting closer and closer to the closure trap.


Whoosh

Matthew jumped out of the bush, his hand clenched in a ball as he celebrated his victory. Nimbus pulled the stick, the trap setting and falling like a top of bricks. Leaving little time to escape, Matthew watched as Nimbus pulsed with a green aura, the vines from the forest ensnarling the trap to leave it airtight, no room for movement. Giving Nimbus a high five, Matthew chuckled as Nimbus spun widely in the air, happy by his success.

Suddenly, the celebration stopped. Looking around, Matthew jumped in surprise as he saw a scrambling Cherubi waddling away towards a nearby bed of rocks. Dumbstruck by the sight of the cherry-coloured shrub, Matthew heard the squeals of a traumatized belsprout. With the Cherubi escaping, Matthew thought up a new plan.

“OK Nimbus, first use Future Sight to see where the Cherubi is headed and make sure not to hit any branches. Chase after the Cherubi and when you get in front of it, use Ice Beam to create a prison around it. If you don’t think its strong enough, use a Blizzard.”

PeeGee
4th July 2009, 2:58 AM
Lyanazia
The Tribal Zone


Forged before time itself, this golden tropic is bustling with lush green flora and sparkling wildlife. A myth stemming back hundreds of Millennia tells of how a radiant deity blessed what was once a sterile landmass into a tropical paradise. Thick saplings began to sprout up its uneven landscape, vivid blooms blossoming up its vast savannas. Budding with a tropical climate, the awe-inspiring sunbursts and swift spells of downpour brought about a haven for the bountiful wildlife. Rich springs of mountain water created stunning waterfalls and eye-catching rainbows, it wasn’t long before humans colonised on the tropical isle. Maturing into the largest empire in pre-Columbian history, they created hundreds of golden shrines and temples in vein of their beautiful goddess, Iris. Centuries lasted under the Michu Empire’s sway, however civil war hastily brought about a fierce end to the advanced empire. Time passed, their ruins thriving with mystery as the tattered walls of gold became overrun with thickets and lianas. The sunny vista has now become a hotspot for tourists with a keen eye for adventure, although the death-defying hazards have swayed many trainers from the dazzling ruins and feral jungles.


The Lost JunglesSeldom entered by the old Empire, the lost jungles stand out as the most dangerous segment of the Island. Cursed by the malevolent Witchdoctors of the past, it was said they turned a once thriving tropic into a barren swamp. Deadly bugs and poisonous predators are known to inhabit this marshy area and poison seeps through the trees harming anyone or anything that touches them. Cast under the great shadow of Mt.Eyrie, only the brave dare enter this jagged terrain and not so many return.

Areas:

Moonlight Shrine: Deep down in the murky underpasses of the Lost Jungles is a silver monument built by worshipers of the mythical dragon, Lugia. At the unholy shrine’s centrepiece stands a tattered Lugia statue surrounded by blue-flamed torches. Legends trailing back thousands of years mention the ominous occurrences of entering the place of sacrifice with a Silver Wing. You must venture on a separate quest for the primeval trinket, although it will often appear to those pure of soul.


Sorry for the short intro, my replies will be longer after this. I promise.

Karmas slowly walked through the jungle with his trusty Shiftry, Zoran, beside him and his Sunkern, Sunny, in his arms. The Moonlight Shrine intrigued the trainer, and he wanted to know what lied there. He had also heard about what might happen if he were to have a Silver Wing in his possession. However, Karmas thought this to be legend and nothing else. Instead he turned his attention towards his pokemon.

"So Sunny, how does it feel to be on your first adventure?" asked the trainer.

The little bulb let out an excited chirp, the sound of which made both Karmas and Zoran smirk.

"And how about my seasoned adventurer?" Karmas playfully asked, giving the Shiftry a weak shoulder charge.

Zoran do anything other than make a face, a face that said to Karmas 'Well lets just see how this turns out'.

Emp
13th July 2009, 8:51 PM
A little welcome is in order for Pikagod ^_^ Don't worry about length much so long as the quality is there and you exceed four lines.

Garden of Iris:[/b]

Mewsic Box: Skimming through the moves of your newfound Stantler on the greenish encyclopaedia, you find a technique strange attack stands out upon all others. A smirk grows upon your face as the win-all and end-all of moves had found itself on the stag’s varied repertoire. With a fast enough action it was checkmate... Quick on your feet you volley another round of orders to the Pseudo-Stantler who neighs before slouching for a final pounce, you’d just have to hope the hard-hitting foe wasn’t thinking the same thing. Beating Morph to the punch, the stronger reindeer makes a mad dash forward as his distinctive antlers glow with a purple hued Zen. With a mighty “clack!” the two horns interlock as Morph and the wild Stantler push forward in a tug-of-war. Much to your surprise you watch the sleek adversary toss the Ditto to the frayed concrete with its mighty Headbutt. Bellowing in pain as nasty grazes pattern his tanned fur, the Stantler stuttered to its feet before resting its eyes in a deep concentration. A strange psych began to envelop Morph’s antlers as the opposing twin could only watch in shock. Eye-catching ropes of a translucent blue suddenly began ensnarling the foe as its entire move set was completely Imprisoned, sealing the fate of the tough battle. As the struggling Stantler flailed left and right in an attempt to attack, Morph looked on with a grin as he bowed his antlered head. Following up, the stead rammed forward before Headbutting the Reindeer at a breakneck pace. Toppling onto its back in agony, the Stantler continued to yelp and struggle only to be met by a vicious Stomp to the torso. Morph’s hoof brutally booted into the deer’s rib cage, knocking the mythical beast unconscious. Level up for Morph Standing atop of the stag with great pride, Ditto suddenly lifts his hooves up and neighs valiantly. Suddenly! Morph looks around in confusion before hastily flickering into a white silhouette. Transforming to his natural shape, you look with a slight sensation of despair as the Ditto’s sleek body and muscular limbs suddenly plop into their gooey state. Flickering back to a powder pink, the small Ditto waddles his way back to your shoulder, far too worn out from battle to retain his awesome Stantler form. With the scrap over, it seemed you’d proved yourself worthy enough of entering the flowery patch of mythos, just a beeline between your tattered whereabouts and the beautiful rainbow trail. Leaving behind the downed Stantler, the ancient ruins and the breathtaking lake, you meet with the foot of the translucent path which appeared to have an upward current. Emanating with multihued sprays of dust the dazzling path didn’t look very sturdy. Testing it with your foot, you squint with anticipation at the course holds your weight like a solid bridge. With your hunch now confirmed you take another step onto the path, saying a reluctant goodbye to all things normal bellow and welcoming the supernatural possibilities of the garden you where headed. Morph chirps in a “full speed ahead!” sort of tone, raring to see what’s in store as you eagerly up your pace. Hours pass, and the same colors of green and magenta gently flow past your feet with the world bellow growing ever smaller. You begin to break through a blanket of fluffy white clouds as the air becomes ever thinner, the warm yellow sun washing on your face. Morph suddenly chirps, his beady black eyes filling with excitement at the flowery vista jutted over the horizon. Was this heaven? Sprinting down the multihued track which had bowed to a downhill slope, you hastily make your way to a set of giant gates shrouding any views of the mystical garden. What appeared to be thick golden bars had now become shrouded in moss and ensnarled in thick lianas blossoming with pink flora. Raring to see what was inside, you begin to heave at the golden gates with the help of the pink blob attached to your shoulder. Nonetheless, your efforts to unbolt the sacred doorway seemed futile. Carpeted with thick shrubbery, it seemed a more forceful touch was needed to unfasten the fortified gates...

[u]The Sundial

Arc Angel: The twisted game continues, and with a torrential downpour and harsh tides causing your makeshift raft to tip in all directions, your find yourself gasping for each breath and gripping to the makeshift raft for your life. With another life in your hands your franticly cradle the baby Aipom in your jumper before hampering the attire around your neck with your free hands gripping a hold of the crusted shells and starfish jutted across the raft providing some much-needed friction. With that done you go for a second switcheroo, not too keen to drop into the murky depths forever induced in the Will-O’s coma. Hurling the plain Poke ball which cracks against the raft, an unstable bolt of plasma suddenly takes form with a malicious grin. Following your team’s disclosure in light of the crazy situation, Rapture zips to your side as you scream the worn-out explanation above the deafening thunder and orca cries, volleying a quick command to the mischievous Rapture. The hyper bolt skims across the water at the speed of light, the stormy atmosphere giving him some extra oomph despite the bothersome waves. A set of cyan eyes suddenly make themselves clear amidst the black sea, a mountain of water rising as the giant Kyogre began to emerge. Slowly bounding from the depths, the bloodcurdling sea monster glides through the showery expanse before meeting eyes with Rotom. Despite scared stiff by its legendary grimace, the plasma Pokémon trusts on your words and whizzes into the thick of the illusion before releasing a widespread Shock Wave. Flickering Yellow bolts suddenly consume Kyogre with the water working its trick as a perfect conductor. Crackling with electricity the mighty beast suddenly explodes as blasts of white froth splash across the raft which barely held its momentum. A moment passes and the black clouds begin to pass, the pirate’s fairy tale ending with the stormy seas settling. Rapture hovers your way with a cheeky grin, ready to hug you if it wasn’t for his unstable self. Followed by another trip of wooziness, the room takes shape once more, your clothes dry and untouched despite your heart racing with adrenaline. With the wisp swirling to centre stage, you can only brace yourself for a final round filled with unbearable heat... Nothing happened... You open your eyes, the spirit in its regular form with its tendrils pulsating with flickers of light. Her pallid face was as crystal clear as always, she showed no signs of transforming.

“Overcoming extreme weather, the Sun Dial is ahead. Be gone” with her final words spoken, the odd spirit begins spiralling into the central fountain like a bath of water gushing into a plughole. Her essence flowed down the ominous fount leaving its black cavity filled with a slowly dimming light. Just a second later the torches ignite with a habitual golden orange as the clicking of the unseen cogs behind the sandy walls echoed against the shrine. With a rough grumble, the walls before you unbolt and slide away, leaving wide door emanating with golden rays. The bombshell of light glows across the dingy room, welcoming the sights of nasty cobwebs and shattered bones you’d rather not have seen. You hesitantly amble across the tattered-tile flooring, recognising some of the hieroglyphics as those chizzled against the raft you’d not so long ago sailed. With you and your ragtag crew amply in tow, you squint toward the newfound opening, the unnatural radiance suggesting it was a rift to another dimension. It’d be anyone’s first choice to investigate the lively door, but time was in short supply as the jungle beyond was dead beat by an unbearable sunburst. With that notion you charge to the door, holding the brick trimmings whilst staring into the golden yonder. There appeared to be a round pedestal bobbing a beeline from your whereabouts, despite the fact there was no solid trail. “Croaga!” the traitor croaks, hopping into the dimension rested neatly on an invisible platform. Although Spiritomb grunts at the crouched toad for leaping from his watchful eye, he’d managed to shed light on the invisible bridge making the route much easier. Taking your first step you squint toward the glowing pedestal, shining viciously as if crafted by Arceus itself. Supported by the translucent flooring you amble to the pedestal’s edge, welcomed by a cylinder-shaped object bearing ancient hieroglyphics. Painted a lustrous gold, panels on the dial lit up in your presence: an orange sun pointing north, a navy raincloud pointing south, a turquoise funnel cloud pointing east and an auburn twister pointing west. On the clock’s face was a long arrow stretching north, you could only guess the slimy toad beside you had knocked it onto the sunny axis. To no avail the arrow wouldn’t budge, stiff to your tugging and requiring a much stronger touch. What will you do?

Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Awe-shocked to find your foolproof trap go to shambles you gaze up at the panicked Cherubi who was flailing about like a headless chicken. The shrub finally settles as it hops up the cliff face, narrowly missing the jagged boulders until reaching a flat surface about half-way up the cascading Waterfall. The Cherubi pants in exhaustion, landing on her bottom before playfully taunting you and the thwarted Castform. As the panicked Bellsprout franticly wriggled out of the makeshift trap, the blob of sunshine suddenly ogles up at the cherry-like Pokémon, puffs of steam shooting from his marshmallow coat as he growled with ire. Now safe from harm the Cherubi sticks her tongue out at the snorting bull of a Castform and makes a U-turn up the damp rock face as if it was playing a game. With this in mind you put together another quick-witted plan to stop the shrub in its tracks, volleying a round of orders which the sunny blob was all too eager to follow. Full speed ahead! The Castform hastily propels forward, leaving a gust of cloud in his wake as he bobbed past the tree branch obstacles. Ascending at a breakneck pace, the cloud Pokemon begins to envelop in a purple aura as he skims the cascade in search of Cherubi. Churning the last of his psychic energy, Nimbus envisions the blooming Pokémon reaching the peak of the cliff edge; the exact whereabouts now nestled in his noggin. With the Future high in his Sights, the puff of white elegantly brushes past the gushing stream, spats of fresh vapour covering his orange helmet as he bobbed to the peak. “Cheruu!” the siamese plant chirps upon lifting its stubby body to the summit of the Waterfall, a fast flowing river by its left and a grassy plane by its right. All of a sudden Nimbus busily jumps ahead, a malicious grin covering his face as he begins to spin circles around the staggered cherry. Releasing a cyan bolt-beam of frost, the weather Pokémon continues spinning circles as vicious stalagmites begin to fence in the small flower from all angles. Panicked and scared, the Cherubi begins bouncing off all ends of the icy wall, desperately trying to escape only to make contact with the thick of the nippy attack. Howling in pain as she dropped back into the prison, chips of ice coated her tender skin as it curled up defencelessly. Although barely able to make out the overhead skirmish, you suddenly feel your Pokenav vibrate as the small bulb on its head blinks a bright orange. Fingering the high-tech handheld to your face, you notice the LCD screen flicker with a warning sign. The Nav had detected Nimbus’ indirect Ice Beam, and any more careless attacks would probably result in a penalty. You keep the device close to your side whilst settling on the two Pokémon, the Cherubi taking the roll of sitting duck.
Pokenav http://upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/pn420.gif Status WARNING Safari Balls Ө Ө Ө Ө Ө

Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: Another day and another adventure for the brave Kamras, now raring to tackled the death-defying continent known only as Lyanazia with his two trusty amigos. Cradled in the trainer’s arms was a cute newborn Sunkurn, appropriately named Sunny for his chirpy personality. A pace ahead was the seasoned Zoran, grunting heavily as he leaped from tree to tree like a highly skilled acrobat. Sparked by the incredible legends of a mystical temple hidden deep in its lost jungles, you hastily set your trails for the deepest and darkest reaches of the tropical vista. You say farewell to the golden sun and its warm rays, tiptoeing the stepping stones of Typhus Flow and crossing the threshold to the lost Jungles. A sudden drop in temperature is felt as you and you reach a section completely shadowed by the colossal Mount Eerie, the warm palm trees you where used to shifting into dark oaks with purple tips. You trudge through the muddy underbrush, shimmying past the towering roots as Zoran stylishly ricochets from branch to branch overhead. The small kernel nestled in your arms begins to blubber in fear, a few vicious Yanmega darting past with ear-splitting drones. As you settle the infant Pokémon, you find your trek at a standstill upon meeting a soaring cliff edge. Watchfully scanning the perilous drop, you notice a glitter of silver from the corner of your eye. Could it be!? Sticking out like a diamond in the ruff, the shrine glistened with a steely color semi-submerged by dark thickets and trails of moss. Shiftry is second to notice, quick to trapeze his way down the steep drop as you slowly shimmy in tow using a thick liana. Rushing over the piles of dead leaves, you draw eyes with the Moonlit shrine which you where sure had met better days. The few frayed hieroglyphics carpeted up its trims where impossible to read, the two pillars holding the shrine up now crumbled and weather-beaten. With a lasting gulp the three of you enter the chilling temple pulsing with an unsettling aura. Walking in darkness for a few moments, a sudden flicker is heard as several torches scattered across the corridor ignite with a blue flame. Suddenly welcomed by a dome-shaped room, you gawk in awe at the dazzling tomb centred around a draconic statue with its wings widespread. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Its arms long and wide, stretching from either side of the dome with its five digits widespread. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glowing a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Stroking the fine silver figure however, you find it doesn’t interact in any way. Tales of presenting the monument a Silver Wing suddenly entered your chain of thought, still at a loss for the priceless trinket made of legends. You instead skim across the hieroglyphs marked across the shrine, various illustrations of the winged dragon leading stick-figures stood out upon others. As you bend to your knees and finger through the pictures of old, Sunny suddenly cheeps your attention to the rear of the shrine. Ears rising to his sweet voice, you follow the kernel to an illustration of Lugia with its arms cuddled together and its eyes tightly shut, a single message written bellow...

"The hallowed arm which Lugia is bound,
One must search where it cannot be found"

As the message pulses through your mind you can’t help feeling overcome with confusion. How could something be found where it cannot be found? Stroking the word with your finger, you reel backward in surprise as a sudden click is heard. The noise of turning cogs and doors grinding open suddenly echoes across the silvery ruins. The draconic illustration suddenly unfolds its wings, the walls beside it separating like an act of Moses. Grumbling into place as bits of grey shingle settle into place on the cobwebbed floor, the walls had now parted and left with it a gaping hole into a secret room. With your heart racing you rush into the newfound space, another set of torches flickering on and revealing a pool the likes of which you could have never imagined. Similar to a sort of royal bathroom, the magnificent walls sparkled a stainless steel which you couldn’t have imagined in the previous chamber. Sitting at the end of the crypt, black and still was an inky pool of liquid both dazzling yet disturbing. Zoran clenches a fist from his star-leaf hand, overcome with the sinister vibe the room oozed with. Sunny however drops from your safe grip and hops, skips and jumps his way to the rim of the square-shaped pool. he dips his head over the rim of the feature, giggling at his reflection and contemplating a sip of the black water. As he spins to your panicked attention however, the reflection in the pool stays deadly still, its expression switching to a malicious grimace. The baby Pokémon begins toddling back to your worried side, however the black fluid had already began to bubble wildly. Suddenly! A small shadow Pokémon springs from the lake and tackles Sunkern and sparks up an Absorb! Right off the bat, the evil version of the yellow kernel releases a hellish war cry. One could only guess this was Sunny’s evil twin, his eyes lit with a blood-colored scarlet and the usual golden skin painted a pasty grey. A black aura emanated from the tiny seed like nothing you’d ever seen before, and its malice scowl showed it was dogged to finish its twin! Floundering to your feet, Sunny wobbles back up ready to fight. What will you do?

Tale
14th July 2009, 1:24 PM
[center]The Lost JunglesSeldom entered by the old Empire, the lost jungles stand out as the most dangerous segment of the Island. Cursed by the malevolent Witchdoctors of the past, it was said they turned a once thriving tropic into a barren swamp. Deadly bugs and poisonous predators are known to inhabit this marshy area and poison seeps through the trees harming anyone or anything that touches them. Cast under the great shadow of Mt.Eyrie, only the brave dare enter this jagged terrain and not so many return.

Moonlight Shrine: Deep down in the murky underpasses of the Lost Jungles is a silver monument built by worshipers of the mythical dragon, Lugia. At the unholy shrine’s centrepiece stands a tattered Lugia statue surrounded by blue-flamed torches. Legends trailing back thousands of years mention the ominous occurrences of entering the place of sacrifice with a Silver Wing. You must venture on a separate quest for the primeval trinket, although it will often appear to those pure of soul.

I hope my arrival is legitimate and ok with you, Emp =). Just to clarify in case you're uncertain, I've not left either Cortoza or Miasma, but Tess has allowed the venture into a third Serebii Zone, so here I am leaping at the opportunity.

Never had life graced his vision in such a vivid and vivacious abundance. Though unaccustomed to the verdant depths of forests so dense and thriving, Oscar was consistently aware of the desire that broiled within him to delve the inner reaches of vast jungles, the notorious possessors of the most rich and gratifying mysteries, a magnificent shrine to the merciless endurance of nature herself. Stood like a mite before a mountain, Oscar surveyed the isle of Lyanazia without a string of coherence to cling to in his futile attempts to fathom its splendour. All that his zealous desires were guided by were the rumours of its regions forged by the tales of survivors. Perpetually aware of his tendency to overstate the dangers of uncharted terrains, his single lingering concern pertained solely to the forest’s facility to test its invaders. As was habitual for Oscar to consider, a prospect devoid of perils that threatened his very existence was hardly a prospect worth probing.

It was with such considerations in mind that Oscar gazed from the Lost Jungles’s edge into its unfathomable depths. There was a rumoured place amid these tainted trees that leaped at his mind for its very temptation of those self-proclaimed men of ‘virtue’. It spoke of ‘purity’ and its requisite for the ultimate extraction of spiritual secrets that were to him incontrovertibly alluring. His searing desire to ascertain the jungle’s reputable stance on that which constitutes a ‘pure’ soul stood not alone, however, but found itself paired with the zealous intrigue in the ‘unholy’ name with which the Moonlight Shrine had been painted. The unholy excited him more than the most valuable of treasures possibly could.

He straightened the hat upon his head and braced himself for the trials inevitably awaiting his arrival. For a moment, the vivid contrast of his attire to that of the forest’s verdant trends provoked a spark of doubt in his mind. But swiftly, he flouted such thoughts with his urge to tackle the consequences of such reckless starkness, and with his heart alight, Oscar entered the Lost Jungles.

Emp
16th July 2009, 9:13 PM
A welcome is in order for Tale! I hope you enjoy Lyanazia, sorry if I got a bit carried away with your update >>

Moonlight Shrine

Tale: With a zeal for darkness and danger, it seemed the hazardous jungles lost in time had taken another animated trainer into its mitts. This intrepid lad in particular had is eyes set on the Moonlight Shrine, a vista sprouted from mythos which very few had ever claimed to find. The humid ambiance was reaching the dull-point of its vicious cycle, black clouds dotting the sky as a boom of thunder marked the sign of heavy rainfall. As you cautiously dip into the shaggy underbrush sweeping through the rough green thickets any sentiments of drizzle shortly became confirmed. The bustling cries of monkey an avian Pokémon alike soon dimmed as a pitter-patter of rain bounced about the striking leaves and dripped its way to the parched soil. Not to have your day dampened by the spell of showers, you amble your way through the buttress roots almost twice your size and waft away the twisted lianas draping down from them. You continue to spin in awe of the tropical panorama, spotting a group of Spinarak neatly skittle down the network of branches overhead and the occasional Ivysaur nestle amidst the exotic flora puffing venomous fragrances for a midday siesta. It was then your trek came to a complete standstill, ill at ease upon reaching a cliff-edge with a drop the likes of a full grown Steelix. At least this gave you a thorough outlook of the awe-inspiring jungles. From what could be seen beyond the blanket of towering trees where a few odd tunics and totems of ancient architect, entailing the silver shrine wouldn’t be far ahead. With your heart racing with adrenaline you take a breakneck beeline down the death-defying ledges, without a Pokémon of your own to boot! The thick and fast downpour caused you to slide bottom first down some of the smoother sections of the offset, your attire now caked in muck much to discomfiture. You drop a final level, losing grip and plopping flat-face against a squashy layer of shrubbery. You spring to your feet as the rain washes on your face like a hot shower, scanning the wealth of forest ahead. A sudden flash of lightning bursts through the tropics in a haphazard approach, the newfound section of jungle feeling ever more dangerous. It was time to up pace before a hard-nosed predator found its way to your section of the woods. The leisurely walk continues, only this time you keep your ears sharp as Seviper hiss by and a bundle of Stunky lunge through the trees at high-speed leaving with them a foul odour of burning rubber. On the flip side, debris of days old continue to jut out on the floor now frayed and moss ridden. A strange vibe tickled up and down your back as odd-looking Claydol crossed your path in a magnetised swarm. Suddenly! It all becomes apparent what the mystical Pokémon where so fussed about as a silver Aztec-style pyramid stood to your right in a large clearing, The Moonlight Shrine. It sure wasn’t you’d expected, smeared with patches of dirt and completely draped in moss and vine with a single clearway visible from your angle. With a hunger for adventure you’re quick to enter the shrine regardless of what dangers may lay ahead. Saying farewell to the dark thickets and swampy undergrowth you now find yourself blindly navigating through a dusty corridor. The feeling you’d trodden on a Spinarak or Rattata occasionally entered your chain of thought as you waft away the layers of cobwebs swathing the black abyss. Grinding to a halt as the sound of a stove igniting echoes through the frayed walls, you find a dozen or so blue torches burst into flames in a newfound dungeon. A draconic statue meets your eye with its wings stretching from either side of the hollowed catacomb. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glint a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Much to surprise, nothing seemed to happen at all. You circle the room, looking through its hieroglyphics and noticing various gutters rimming edges of the room quite possibly to keep water out. Quite out of place was a dull-looking oil lamp, knocked on its side nearby the silvery Lugia sculpture. It suddenly starts to rattle, as if it was pulsing with immense power... A small orb of emerald the size of your hand flickers out of its tip and begins bobbing in your direction! Its glow was mesmerizing, as if it was emanating a powerful aura which made the dull looking moss carpeted across the walls bud with pink blooms in an instant. It flutters beside you, giving you a good glimpse of its features: a swollen head the shape of an onion freckled with two baby-blue eyes with black rims, all topped off with a pair of antennae. The fairy-like Pokémon giggles into its stubby hand before flashing its stout wings and bobbing off into a small grid below you with gaps smaller than you could fit. Perhaps the legendary was leading you somewhere, what will you do?

PeeGee
17th July 2009, 6:44 AM
A little welcome is in order for Pikagod ^_^ Don't worry about length much so long as the quality is there and you exceed four lines.

Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: Another day and another adventure for the brave Kamras, now raring to tackled the death-defying continent known only as Lyanazia with his two trusty amigos. Cradled in the trainer’s arms was a cute newborn Sunkurn, appropriately named Sunny for his chirpy personality. A pace ahead was the seasoned Zoran, grunting heavily as he leaped from tree to tree like a highly skilled acrobat. Sparked by the incredible legends of a mystical temple hidden deep in its lost jungles, you hastily set your trails for the deepest and darkest reaches of the tropical vista. You say farewell to the golden sun and its warm rays, tiptoeing the stepping stones of Typhus Flow and crossing the threshold to the lost Jungles. A sudden drop in temperature is felt as you and you reach a section completely shadowed by the colossal Mount Eerie, the warm palm trees you where used to shifting into dark oaks with purple tips. You trudge through the muddy underbrush, shimmying past the towering roots as Zoran stylishly ricochets from branch to branch overhead. The small kernel nestled in your arms begins to blubber in fear, a few vicious Yanmega darting past with ear-splitting drones. As you settle the infant Pokémon, you find your trek at a standstill upon meeting a soaring cliff edge. Watchfully scanning the perilous drop, you notice a glitter of silver from the corner of your eye. Could it be!? Sticking out like a diamond in the ruff, the shrine glistened with a steely color semi-submerged by dark thickets and trails of moss. Shiftry is second to notice, quick to trapeze his way down the steep drop as you slowly shimmy in tow using a thick liana. Rushing over the piles of dead leaves, you draw eyes with the Moonlit shrine which you where sure had met better days. The few frayed hieroglyphics carpeted up its trims where impossible to read, the two pillars holding the shrine up now crumbled and weather-beaten. With a lasting gulp the three of you enter the chilling temple pulsing with an unsettling aura. Walking in darkness for a few moments, a sudden flicker is heard as several torches scattered across the corridor ignite with a blue flame. Suddenly welcomed by a dome-shaped room, you gawk in awe at the dazzling tomb centred around a draconic statue with its wings widespread. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Its arms long and wide, stretching from either side of the dome with its five digits widespread. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glowing a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Stroking the fine silver figure however, you find it doesn’t interact in any way. Tales of presenting the monument a Silver Wing suddenly entered your chain of thought, still at a loss for the priceless trinket made of legends. You instead skim across the hieroglyphs marked across the shrine, various illustrations of the winged dragon leading stick-figures stood out upon others. As you bend to your knees and finger through the pictures of old, Sunny suddenly cheeps your attention to the rear of the shrine. Ears rising to his sweet voice, you follow the kernel to an illustration of Lugia with its arms cuddled together and its eyes tightly shut, a single message written bellow...

"The hallowed arm which Lugia is bound,
One must search where it cannot be found"

As the message pulses through your mind you can’t help feeling overcome with confusion. How could something be found where it cannot be found? Stroking the word with your finger, you reel backward in surprise as a sudden click is heard. The noise of turning cogs and doors grinding open suddenly echoes across the silvery ruins. The draconic illustration suddenly unfolds its wings, the walls beside it separating like an act of Moses. Grumbling into place as bits of grey shingle settle into place on the cobwebbed floor, the walls had now parted and left with it a gaping hole into a secret room. With your heart racing you rush into the newfound space, another set of torches flickering on and revealing a pool the likes of which you could have never imagined. Similar to a sort of royal bathroom, the magnificent walls sparkled a stainless steel which you couldn’t have imagined in the previous chamber. Sitting at the end of the crypt, black and still was an inky pool of liquid both dazzling yet disturbing. Zoran clenches a fist from his star-leaf hand, overcome with the sinister vibe the room oozed with. Sunny however drops from your safe grip and hops, skips and jumps his way to the rim of the square-shaped pool. he dips his head over the rim of the feature, giggling at his reflection and contemplating a sip of the black water. As he spins to your panicked attention however, the reflection in the pool stays deadly still, its expression switching to a malicious grimace. The baby Pokémon begins toddling back to your worried side, however the black fluid had already began to bubble wildly. Suddenly! A small shadow Pokémon springs from the lake and tackles Sunkern and sparks up an Absorb! Right off the bat, the evil version of the yellow kernel releases a hellish war cry. One could only guess this was Sunny’s evil twin, his eyes lit with a blood-colored scarlet and the usual golden skin painted a pasty grey. A black aura emanated from the tiny seed like nothing you’d ever seen before, and its malice scowl showed it was dogged to finish its twin! Floundering to your feet, Sunny wobbles back up ready to fight. What will you do?


Karmas let out a content sigh as he walked through the sun, his Sunkern letting out a sigh as well. Above them Zoran leaped from tree to tree like a ninja. The boy was walking as fast as he could towards the mystical temple, without actually running. Karmas was only doing this because Sunny was in his arms, and the Sunkern appeared to be enjoying himself. As Karmas stepped across the stepping stones of Typhus Flow, he said a mental goodbye to the sun, and crossed into the threshold of the Lost Jungles. He let out a short gasp as he felt the temperature drop, and Sunny began to shake in his arms. The trainer looked up to what caused the shadow over them and saw the massive beauty of Mount Eerie. Karmas let out a gasp of awe as he started at the mountain, but he continued to walk. Soon the palm trees around him turned into oaks, and Karmas found himself trudging along on muddy underbrush. As Karmas shimmied past the large roots, Zoran ricocheted from branch to branch, and Sunny began to blubber in fear when several Yanmega darted past; their drones scaring the bulb.

"It's alright Sunny," cooed Karmas, trying to calm the grass type down.

As soon as Karmas was able to sooth Sunny, he had to stop walking. The reason that he had to do this was that there was a cliff right in front of the trainer and his pokemon. Karmas stared at the cliff edge, gobsmacked, until he saw a glitter of silver out of the corner of his eye. Karmas looked towards the glitter and, to his surprise, he saw the temple. The temple stuck out of the cliffs edge, and when Zoran noticed the temple he quickly jumped down the cliff. Following his Shiftry, Karmas slowly shimmied down the cliff's edge using a thick liana. Running over some dead leaves Karmas excitedly looked at the temple and immediately thought that the temple had seen better days. The hieroglyphics that were on its trim were impossible to read, and the two columns holding up the shrine were crumbling and weather beaten. The trio gulped as they entered the shrine, walking in darkness until there was a flickering noise and the various columns scattered across the corridor lit up with blue flames. Karmas was suddenly greeted with an enormous dome-shaped room. He gawked at the tomb, which was centered around a draconic statue. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Its arms long and wide, stretching from either side of the dome with its five digits widespread. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glowing a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Karmas walked up to the statue, and stroked its silver body. When nothing happened, the thought of the Silver Wing filled Karmas' thoughts and, diverting his attention from the statue, Karmas started to look at the hieroglyphics that were marked across the shrine. Karmas attention was suddenly broken when he heard Sunny call out. He walked over to Sunny and saw a picture of Lugia with closed wings and a message underneath it.

"The hallowed arm which Lugia is bound,
One must search where it cannot be found"

After reading the message Karmas couldn't help but feel confused, the message didn't make any sense to the trainer. Karmas reached out and stroked the words with his finger, and to his surprise he heard something click. The sounds of gears and cogs moving echoed around in the room, and the illustration of Lugia opened its wings, and the walls beside it opened up. Karmas picked up Sunny and quickly walked into the room, Zoran following him. As he walked into the room, another set of torches lit up, which revealed a pool larger than any that Karmas had ever seen. The walls of the room, which looked like a royal bathroom, were made of a sparkling stainless steel. At the back of the room, in the pool, was a black and inky liquid, which was both dazzling and disturbing. Despite the room looking good, Zoran felt a sinister vibe coming from the room, one so strong that Zoran had to clench his fists to overcome them. Sunny, on the other hand, jumped out of his trainer's arms and hopped over to the rim of the pool. He poked his head over the rim, giggling when he saw his reflection, and then turned away from the pool to go back to Karmas. But Sunny's reflection stayed in the pool, and as Sunny hopped to Karmas the liquid began to bubble. Suddenly, a small black pokemon jumped out of the pool and tackled Sunny to the ground, using an Absorb at the same time. The pokemon could only be described as Sunny's evil twin, his eyes blood-coloured and the usual golden-coloured skin was a pasty grey. A black aura emanated from the tiny seed like nothing Karmas had ever seen before, and its malice scowl showed it was dogged to finish its twin! Sunny got back up and hastily hopped to Karmas' feet, but he was ready to fight his twin.

"Are you alright Sunny?" asked Karmas.

The little bulb looked up at his trainer and nodded. Karmas let out a sigh of relief at that, but Karmas was worried about the evil twin. If the pokemon really was Sunny's evil twin then it would most likely know all of Sunny's moves. But Sunny was determined to fight his twin and defeat it.

"Okay Sunny, start off with a Toxic, and then use Growth followed up with a Bullet Seed!" ordered Karmas before saying something to the evil version of Sunny. "You are going down, and Sunny here is going to make sure of that!"

Treepandaone
19th July 2009, 1:05 AM
Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Awe-shocked to find your foolproof trap go to shambles you gaze up at the panicked Cherubi who was flailing about like a headless chicken. The shrub finally settles as it hops up the cliff face, narrowly missing the jagged boulders until reaching a flat surface about half-way up the cascading Waterfall. The Cherubi pants in exhaustion, landing on her bottom before playfully taunting you and the thwarted Castform. As the panicked Bellsprout franticly wriggled out of the makeshift trap, the blob of sunshine suddenly ogles up at the cherry-like Pokémon, puffs of steam shooting from his marshmallow coat as he growled with ire. Now safe from harm the Cherubi sticks her tongue out at the snorting bull of a Castform and makes a U-turn up the damp rock face as if it was playing a game. With this in mind you put together another quick-witted plan to stop the shrub in its tracks, volleying a round of orders which the sunny blob was all too eager to follow. Full speed ahead! The Castform hastily propels forward, leaving a gust of cloud in his wake as he bobbed past the tree branch obstacles. Ascending at a breakneck pace, the cloud Pokemon begins to envelop in a purple aura as he skims the cascade in search of Cherubi. Churning the last of his psychic energy, Nimbus envisions the blooming Pokémon reaching the peak of the cliff edge; the exact whereabouts now nestled in his noggin. With the Future high in his Sights, the puff of white elegantly brushes past the gushing stream, spats of fresh vapour covering his orange helmet as he bobbed to the peak. “Cheruu!” the siamese plant chirps upon lifting its stubby body to the summit of the Waterfall, a fast flowing river by its left and a grassy plane by its right. All of a sudden Nimbus busily jumps ahead, a malicious grin covering his face as he begins to spin circles around the staggered cherry. Releasing a cyan bolt-beam of frost, the weather Pokémon continues spinning circles as vicious stalagmites begin to fence in the small flower from all angles. Panicked and scared, the Cherubi begins bouncing off all ends of the icy wall, desperately trying to escape only to make contact with the thick of the nippy attack. Howling in pain as she dropped back into the prison, chips of ice coated her tender skin as it curled up defencelessly. Although barely able to make out the overhead skirmish, you suddenly feel your Pokenav vibrate as the small bulb on its head blinks a bright orange. Fingering the high-tech handheld to your face, you notice the LCD screen flicker with a warning sign. The Nav had detected Nimbus’ indirect Ice Beam, and any more careless attacks would probably result in a penalty. You keep the device close to your side whilst settling on the two Pokémon, the Cherubi taking the roll of sitting duck.
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A flickering smile dashed across the young trainer’s face, his heart bolted as the trap snapped. Awe shocked at the failure of the his thought-out trap. As Matthew’s gaze rotated to the wailing shrub, the Cherubi flailing around like a headless chicken. Lowering his arms, Matthew proceeded into his analysis of situation, the trees encasing him in naught but nature. As he relayed his plans, Matthew looked up surprised to see the Chuerbi running away, flailing around like a headless chicken.

Setting off with haste, Matthew saw as the Cherubi settled on the cliff face, narrowly missing the jagged boulders until it reached a flat surface. Gulping as his eyes zoomed scaling up the waterfall, Matthew’s eyes came to rest upon the Cherubi’s position, halfway up the waterfall. Staring hard at the Cherubi, Matthew saw it pant in exhaustion, landing on her bottom before playfully taunting you and the thwarted Castform. Cursing his inability to fly, Matthew heard a low growl behind him. Taking a quick glance, he saw the bellsprout fume with anger as it wiggled out of the makeshift trap.

Depicting the horror of the grass typed vengeance. Looking up to the Cherubi sticking its tongue out, Matthew looked back towards his Castform, snorting like a bull as it made a u-turn up the cliff-face as if it was playing a game. With this in mind, Matthew put together a quick plan, telling his orders to Nimbus, Matthew watched as his Castform eagerly headed up the mountain.

As concern tugged once again at his nature, the Castform heading up the waterfall hastily, leaving a dust of cloud in his wake as Matthew wondered if he listened to the orders at hand. Matthew raised a finger ready to reiterate his command not to damage but found it was too late to tell the weather pokémon as it skimmed up the waterfall. Watching on with angst, Matthew saw the pokémon cover itself in a purple aura, using the last of its Psychic powers to use the power of the future to undermine the hiding spot of the Cherubi. Clambering up the rock face himself, Matthew spotted the Castform elegantly pinpoint the set place of the Cherubi.

Holding his already unstable footing on the rock face, Matthew heard the unmistakable cry of the Siamese plant at the summit of the waterfall, the fast flowing river a perfect scenery for the situation. As Matthew continued his climb, Nimbus jumped ahead, a malicious grin covered on his face as he span round the Cherry. With the cyan bolt-beam of weather pokémon coiling around the Cherubi, Matthew felt his Pokénav vibrate. Looking down, he saw one of the small bulbs blink a bright orange. Bringing the device closer to his face, Matthew saw the Pokénav give him a warning sign, the gadget obviously not happy with the indirect. Noting to himself to not try any careless attacks, Matthew pulled himself up the ledge, settling on the Cherubiin an attempt to calm it down.

“Castform, use a Rock Tomb on the cliff edge to lock us out from the outside world, we don’t need any intruders bursting our party” Matthew said as he looked down at the prison. Speaking in a soft voice, Matthew addressed the Cherubi “Hi there little fellow. Sorry to do this but I’d like you to be part of my team. We can do this the easy way of the hard way” Matthew explained as he got out a safari ball to capture the Cherubi.

Emp
22nd July 2009, 11:03 PM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: With the chipper kernel’s doppelganger attacking thick and fast it was time for some nippy reprisal. Sunny was at a loss of experience, and seemed far too stout to hold her own in battle, but then again his foe seemed no stronger, just a bit scrappy. His wilted leaves where rough like holly and black bags formed beneath his eyes as though he was some nasty weed that’d spawned in a patch of Satan’s garden. And now it was time for an ample dose of weed killer, courtesy of Kamras and his motley crew... You fire off a volley of orders before looking the evil twin squarely in the eyes. Although slightly shaken, Sunny weakly waddles forward before chirping in confidence. The twin wasn’t going to be so timid however, as right off the bat he released a nasty hiss before somersaulting above Sunny with a purple aura. A gush of purple Toxic suddenly spews upon the friendly seed in mid-air, the plucky shadow Pok&#233;mon striking Sunny with his own move! The tips of his healthy leaves suddenly dyed with purple streaks, the kernel’s tongue sticking out to show he had been badly poisoned. Although hard-pressed to start, Sunny finally skittles in the foes direction, emanating the same purple aura before hocking up his own Toxic goo which manages to splatter against the doppelganger. Evil-Sunny releases a hellish hiss before oozing a Shadowy Mist from his sinister aura, the thick fog ensnarling the golden shrub and quickly washing off his glossy skin without leaving a scratch. Your Sunny quivers at the evasion-dropping shadow attack and settles to his own, pulsing brightly amidst the dull ruins as his body becomes fresh and his special powers Grow[b]. Fresh full of power the small kernel unbolts his chops and begins firing a flurry of [b]Bullet Seeds unrivalled by most artillery. As the light green spitfire gushes from his mouth, the evil twin scowls before releasing a Mega Drain, sucking away some of the swift bullets and replenishing some health in the meantime. What remains of Sunny’s attack suddenly pats against the shadow Pok&#233;mon causing him to flail backward slightly. He instantly buffers to his feet with a heartless squeal, far more ruthless than the cheery opponent. With Sunny’s repertoire and a few of his own surprises, Evil-Sunny was going to be tougher to take down than you’d expected. What will you do?

Safari Zone

Treepandaone: With the first capture of the Safari soon in your mitts you grasp your first grip upon the jagged rock face, nerve racked as bits of shingle drop from the frames of the hefty boulders. It was a small risk to take as you began to clamber, your Pokenav wildly vibrating as it flashed and beeped as Castform continued to coil around Cherubi with his icy spiral causing the cherry to shiver with frostbite. You continue your climb knowing full well things would start getting out of hand, you’d need to be quick on your feet for the trap to last. Each stair of boulder grew increasingly slippery on your fingers, the jet sprays of water ricocheting off the gushing waterfall splashing against your body. Not before long you finally scramble your way to flat land, grateful to be a safe distance into the prairie with the hustle and bustle of the watering hole now the size of an ant farm with each insect one of the grazing Pok&#233;mon. With both Cherubi and Nimbus straight in your sights you notice to transparent frosty playpen well and truly built above the shrub’s jumping height and the small Castform chirping with delight waiting for further instruction. You quickly give it him with a camo-style ball in your palm ready to be pitched. Nimbus nods eagerly bobbing his head with a summersault and swooping to the cliff edge corning it off with a meter tall Tomb of Rocks locking you both in from all angles. With that settled, and all the cards in your hand you meet eye with the cherry Pok&#233;mon. There where only two ways this could go for the puny grass type – the easy way or the hard way. With that the puny shrub squeals in cowardice, rolling into a ball and shutting its eyes tightly. It was defenceless, trembling in fear and not about to resist your next move. With that, you gently tap the Cherubi’s glossy skin with the Safari Ball which quickly wraps her in a scarlet light. Sucking up the foe like a vacuum cleaner, the sphere jitters slightly before settling still. Congratulations, you just caught a Lv.2 Cherubi (F) A small applause bursts from yourself and the small sun cloud as you pump your fist into the air whilst Nimbus spirals in the air with his downy coat expelling puffs of cloud like a choochootrain. It was your first capture of the game, however the hunt was far from over as you step out of the rocky barricade only to find you’d reached a tough new layer of hustle and bustle. The crystalline stream seemed to snake into another section of jungle with its trail hard to see through the thick trees and draping walls of moss seeping from each branch on its outskirt. To its side, the grass seemed far patchier and rough, the blotches of mud scarring its surface filling you with thoughts of the tough Pok&#233;mon which must have caused them. Suddenly! You notice two Beatle Pok&#233;mon scrapping in the not two far away. Their skill was unmatched, each jump precise as he jabbed and kicked in a Thrash of Close Combat. The blue beetle dexterously fluttered circles around the brown, dipping its head and ramming forth with its single horn. The other made use of its burly strength, clamping the foe’s horn with its two portly pincers each scattered with spiky protrusions. Although far outsped, the hefty brown bug tossed the blue against the rough thickets, releasing a vicious war-cry above his newly claimed patch of grass. Not so quick to give up its territory, the bluebottle bug springs upright and socks the creepy crawly squarely between the eyes. It looks like you’ve just interrupted some pretty aggressive scrapping...

Bear in mind Cherubi is not yet part of your team just yet Treep, Once you leave the Safari Zone you'll decide which Pokemon you'll keep

PeeGee
23rd July 2009, 5:05 AM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: With the chipper kernel’s doppelganger attacking thick and fast it was time for some nippy reprisal. Sunny was at a loss of experience, and seemed far too stout to hold her own in battle, but then again his foe seemed no stronger, just a bit scrappy. His wilted leaves where rough like holly and black bags formed beneath his eyes as though he was some nasty weed that’d spawned in a patch of Satan’s garden. And now it was time for an ample dose of weed killer, courtesy of Kamras and his motley crew... You fire off a volley of orders before looking the evil twin squarely in the eyes. Although slightly shaken, Sunny weakly waddles forward before chirping in confidence. The twin wasn’t going to be so timid however, as right off the bat he released a nasty hiss before somersaulting above Sunny with a purple aura. A gush of purple Toxic suddenly spews upon the friendly seed in mid-air, the plucky shadow Pokémon striking Sunny with his own move! The tips of his healthy leaves suddenly dyed with purple streaks, the kernel’s tongue sticking out to show he had been badly poisoned. Although hard-pressed to start, Sunny finally skittles in the foes direction, emanating the same purple aura before hocking up his own Toxic goo which manages to splatter against the doppelganger. Evil-Sunny releases a hellish hiss before oozing a Shadowy Mist from his sinister aura, the thick fog ensnarling the golden shrub and quickly washing off his glossy skin without leaving a scratch. Your Sunny quivers at the evasion-dropping shadow attack and settles to his own, pulsing brightly amidst the dull ruins as his body becomes fresh and his special powers Grow[b]. Fresh full of power the small kernel unbolts his chops and begins firing a flurry of [b]Bullet Seeds unrivalled by most artillery. As the light green spitfire gushes from his mouth, the evil twin scowls before releasing a Mega Drain, sucking away some of the swift bullets and replenishing some health in the meantime. What remains of Sunny’s attack suddenly pats against the shadow Pokémon causing him to flail backward slightly. He instantly buffers to his feet with a heartless squeal, far more ruthless than the cheery opponent. With Sunny’s repertoire and a few of his own surprises, Evil-Sunny was going to be tougher to take down than you’d expected. What will you do?


Eying off his evil twin, Sunny waddled towards the shadow version of himself, his little bulb body shaking with nerves. But Sunny took a deep breath and chirped out with confidence, he wasn't going to let some doppelganger beat him. However, the evil Sunny had other plans. The purple bulb somersaulted over Sunny, and in midair, a gush of Toxic waste fell down on Sunny, and the effects hit him right away. His leaves were streaked with purple waste, and the bulb's tongue was hanging out of his mouth. Sunny let out a little snarl before he shot out his own Toxic, the purple gunk splattering his doppelganger. Hissing at his good counterpart, the evil Sunny let out a Shadowy Mist from his aura. The mist surrounded Sunny, but appeared to have done nothing, at least physically. The golden bulb shivered at the evasion reducing move, but soon snapped out of it and he started to glow bright green. Sunny let out a content sigh as he felt fresher and his special powers Grown. The golden bulb looked at his doppelganger before he smiled a malicious smile and spat out a flurry of Bullet Seeds. As the seeds pelted the evil Sunny, he scowled before releasing a Mega Drain. The draining attack sapped some of the bullets strength, as well as giving the evil Sunny some more health. But some of the bullets suddenly hit the purple bulb and caused him to flail backwards, but the evil Sunkern was quick to get back up with a heartless squeal. Karmas looked at the evil version of his dear Sunny, and saw that he was going to be harder to beat than originally thought. The trainer had an idea that would most likely put Sunny at an advantage.

"Hey Sunny!" called out Karmas as he rummaged through his backpack.

The Sunkern turned towards Karmas, and was surprised when he was met with a Sun Stone (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=89332&postcount=34) slamming into his forehead. The moment that the rock hit his forehead, the Sunkern began to glow. His bulb body began grow, and as it sprouted into a flower, a root grew from the bottom of it, and soon formed a round bottomed body. As his evolution finished Sunny gave an excited cry, and turned towards his evil counterpart.

"That's right Sunny, we just upped the playing field," said Karmas. "So start off with a Pound, and use another Bullet Seed and finish up with a Grasswhistle!"

Emp
23rd July 2009, 12:18 PM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: Although the golden kernel was managing to hold its own in battle it was clear by Evil-Sunny’s ‘Anything you can do, I can do better’ stance, you’d need a way to one-up the shadowy bulb. You coo the Sunkern over, lightly hopping in your direction as his beady eyes sparkled with excitement albeit the fact he was slightly ruffled. With that you palm a translucent stone, carroty and circular in the centre and edged with several golden thorns like an ancient sun. Sunny seemed overwhelmed with surprise, now eagerly raring to evolve and grow stronger. He waddles between your sneakers, tweeting cheerily and closing his eyes with a widening smile. With that, you take your last look at the adorable kernel and plonk the glittery Sun Stone above his brow. Suddenly! The sunflower seed flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage giving him a sunflower appearance. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, Sunny’s new form bouncy and poised for the world to see! The golden Sunflora sheers loudly as she flutters her leaves, spinning around and embracing your leg in a warm hug. Whilst a milestone had been met for you and the sunflower, a small and malicious kernel was still growling on the pool’s edge. With that Sunny meets his eyes, more confident than ever before as he coils his leaves into fists. Right on queue you volley another set of orders which Sunny nods to, scuttling forward with his arm up high. He franticly drops his arms upon meeting the smaller twin, stomping the seed rearward with a blunt Pound. The shadow Pok&#233;mon howls in pain before hopping upward again, flaring with a sinister aura as his beady eyes flickered a fiery scarlet. Evil-Sunny bounds forward, Blitzing with Shadow energy as he rams into the sunflower’s smiley face sending her whole upper body bending backwards whilst keeping he kept balance. Sunny’s stem coils upright again, the doppelganger floundering rearward against the hard floorboards. Quick to continue, the golden blossom opens her gaping mouth and releases another spitfire of Bullet Seeds like a frenzied machine gun. The hard spats of grass energy thwack against the tender bulb’s face, causing much harder dents in his tougher form clear as day by the satanic Pok&#233;mon’s squeaking. Whilst weakly attempting to spring up, the bad seed envelops in a grassy aura, a few of the cracks in the tiles below Sunny beginning to rumble wildly. Suddenly several blades of Grass ensnarl the plant from all angles, Knotting the sunflower’s legs together and tripping him up! He yelps rather dumbfound before covering his mouth with his leafy palm. Blowing rather loudly, Sunny manages to churn up a rather squeaky melody similar to a kazoo. The whiny melody suddenly drums through the shadowy kernel’s ears, causing him to blubber off to sleep rather cutely despite his evil motives. With the Grass Whistle giving you plenty time to finish things, it seemed the spanking new Sunflora was handling himself well. However above his confident beam you notice a nasty shiner surrounding one of his closed eyes. It looked like Sunny had taken a decent hit from Shadow Blitz meaning you’d have to finish things thick and fast whilst the shrub was snoozing. What will you do?

-Hayward-
24th July 2009, 4:01 AM
Thanks for making room for me, Emp!

The trainer Benjamin Hale sat on the frontsteps of Jirachi’s Casino staring glumly ahead, chin in his hands, elbows on his knees. An empty coin case lay at his feet, pitiful testimony to the boy’s rotten luck. Next to Ben, a small Meditite lay on its back, hands behind its onion-shaped head, gazing up at the sky, searching for the shapes of its Poke-brethren in the drifting clouds. This was Medeo, Ben’s long-time friend and reckless traveling companion. Without warning, the reclining Meditite lifted a thin arm heavenward, extended his tiny index finger, and traced the familiar outline of a Koffing in one of the soaring, feathery wisps. When he had finished, his arm fell lazily to his side and he went back to his game of sky “I-Spy.”

Ben however, took no notice of him. As still as a Silcoon awaiting evolution, the boy sat lost in his thoughts, grey-green eyes fixed on nothing in particular. After a few still, silent moments where neither human nor Pokemon moved, and passerby on the street would certainly have mistaken them for statutes, the boy let out a deep sigh, turned to his lounging partner, and spoke. “Well, mate… I don’t know how else to say this, but…” He paused and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. I’ve los- …We’re out of money… again.”

The Meditite barely moved at these words. The boy’s remark didn’t surprise it in the least -- it was getting use to living in a state of perpetual poverty. It seemed that ever since they had traveled to the land of FB to put their past behind them, they had been either out of food, out of money, or out of both. It was true they had helped a lot of people and Pokemon on their journey throughout this curious world, but it had been usually done with empty pockets on an empty stomach. Ben was just about to open his mouth to continue when the sliding doors to the Casino suddenly opened with a Swish! An elderly, bald-headed man sporting a trim grey beard and a young man wearing an auburn trenchcoat and fedora stepped out into the fresh air, chatting amicably.

“That was some haul, eh, kid?!” the older man exclaimed, gently stroking his hoary stubble.

The man in the trenchcoat deftly flipped a gold coin into the air and caught it. “Yeah, they were practically givin’ the money away in there today! A person’d hafta be a pretty big nub not t’leave without a little somethin’ nice!”

The Yoga Pokemon quickly sat up and regarded its trainer with a jaundiced eye, but the boy merely shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

“Why I bet the only place you’da found better swag today was at Treasure Beach,” the young man continued.

“Oh you mean that place just offa Knot Island?” the oldster asked. “Ha ha! I remember that place -- pearls, stardust, bigger pearls; we found so much loot buried under the sand we couldn’t even carry it all! We had t’leave some of it behind!”

“Yeah that’s right,” his young friend replied, “but that ain’t all. Remember that pretty little swimmer I met at the Kindle Road Hot Springs right before we left for Kanto’s mainland? She told me that the tide washes new valuables up every day. Had something to do with the current round those parts.”

“Save the science lesson for school, kid,” the elderly man remarked. “Tell me more about that pretty little swimmer!”

“Oh no,” the young man responded with a chuckle. “What happens on Knot Island, stays on Knot Island!”

Laughing and joking, the two gamblers strolled off down the street. When they were out of sight, Ben turned to his diminutive comrade and the two shared an excited look. “Did you hear that, mate?!” he asked the Meditite, enthusiasm bursting forth from every word. “Treasure Beach?! Valuable items every day?! Natural Hot Springs?! Pretty swimmer girls?! We could really be on to something here!”

The little Meditite had heard it; his eyes grew wide as he eagerly nodded his onion-shaped head.

“Well then, what are we waiting for mate?!” Ben hollered. “Let’s go right now! Teleport us to Knot Island on the double!”

Medeo nodded excitedly again. With a Crackle! and a brilliant flash of blue light, the two friends immediately disappeared from sight.





Xiaolin monastery: Hidden in the deepest reaches of the gusty Mount lays an ancient hamlet inhabited by shrewd elders. Should you find yourself fatigued from the perilous terrain, the chances are a group of local monks will bring you to their temple. They’ll offer food, water and shelter, but the chances are they’ll want something in return. Despite warding away from skirmishes, their martial arts style is unmatched, their elderly sensei occasionally teaching his light-footed stances to your Pok&#233;mon.




Dizziness overtook Ben on the nearly instantaneous journey through the ethereal dimensions of time and space. It always did. As soon as his white adidas running shoes touched the ground once again, he took a few wobbly steps and tried to steady himself. His ears were ringing and he was sure that this was how the last drop of toothpaste must have felt when it was squeezed out of a tube that should have been thrown out a week ago. He gently massaged his forehead as he waited for the aftereffects of the otherworldly trek to wear off. To be honest, the boy hated traveling this way and would have rather gone by airship, boat, train, or car. They only Teleported when they had no other choice. Since they rarely had money for the various fares, that ended up being quite often. But no matter how many times he and Medeo resorted to Teleporting, it never got any easier. A quick glance at Medeo told Ben that the Yoga Pokemon felt the same way. The exhausted Meditite lay sprawled out on the ground, his tiny chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to regain his breath after his exertion. It wasn’t too much trouble for Medeo to perform a solo Teleport, but each additional passenger required a bit more of his energy. If only Marteo were big enough to Fly them everywhere Ben thought ruefully. The little Taillow had energy to burn.

Ben was just about to compliment his diminutive companion on his hard work and good effort when a powerful gust of wind suddenly pushed past his face with a mighty Fwoosh!, nearly knocking his breath right out of him. He shook his head rapidly from side-to-side to get rid of the last vestiges of dizziness and tried to think straight. Something wasn’t right. As another blast of wind muscled past him, Ben quickly scanned their surroundings with his grey-green eyes, and immediately figured it out. The landscape’s harsh terrain, accompanied by the conspicuous absence of seawater, led him to the following, startling conclusion: They weren’t on Treasure Beach!

Medeo had felt the wind, and tired as he was, instantly sat bolt upright. He realized they were in the wrong place too, and gave Ben a look that said, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Ben dragged a hand through his short brown and hair and tried to figure out what had gone wrong. After a moment of contemplating, he smacked his forehead in frustration as he suddenly figured it out. The distance to Treasure Beach must have been too far for Medeo to Teleport them across! The little Meditite had gotten them as far as he could, and then ran out of energy. Ben wondered how he could have been so dumb. He should have known that Medeo didn’t the ability to transport them to a completely different Region. No Pokemon could.

So where exactly were they? Ben was curious. If he didn’t know any better he would have guessed that they were in the mountains somewhere. The air seemed thinner and cooler; the clouds were closer. Another quick visual sweep of the nearby countryside confirmed his suspicion. Then suddenly, off in the distance, he spied a small cluster of buildings and the sight caused him to bolt with surprise.

“See that, mate!” he exclaimed, pointing excitedly. Medeo’s onion-shaped head swiveled in the direction Ben indicated and nodded.

Ben knew it would be a while before Medeo had recovered enough of his energy to try Teleporting again. Until then, the boy reasoned it wouldn’t hurt to do a little sightseeing. “It looks like some sort of village,” he remarked. “But I can’t imagine why anyone would want to live way up here. The climb alone would kill even a veteran hiker. Maybe it’s deserted. Let’s go check it out.”

The Meditite didn't move, so Ben tried again. “C’mon. Aren’t you at least a little curious? Don’t you even want to find out where we are or if anyone lives there?”

Medeo groaned, rolled over onto his back, and waved his hand, motioning for Ben to go on alone.

“There might be some food,” Ben continued in a sing-song voice. “I know you’ve got to be hungry. We haven’t had a decent bite to eat in at least a week.” The little Meditite didn’t budge, but a sudden, pathetic whimper from his stomach betrayed him.

“Ah ha! I knew it!” Ben yelled cheerily. And with that he grabbed one of Medeo’s thin arms, hoisted him up, and set off at trot for the village not knowing what they would find or what kind of adventure fate had in store for them once they arrived.

“Besides,” Ben continued as they hurried towards the tiny settlement. “I’m sure these mountains are home to all kinds of wild Pokemon that probably wouldn’t take too kindly to strangers sleeping in their nesting grounds.”


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Emp
24th July 2009, 9:28 PM
No problem at all Hayward, that was an outstanding intro post! Bravo!

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a far-flung pirate’s cove your chosen vista, you send a weak smile to the yoga Pokémon who tightly squeezes your hand in turn. Medeo’s large eyes blink shut as his face scrunches in deep concentration, his body glittering with a pinkish aura which travels up your arm sending tingles down your spine. A trippy sensation! A suddenly flash as the walls before you fall apart and you’re boosted through time and space in the blink of an eye! You stumble about slightly, overcome with a wobbly numbness as you come to grips with the world around you. Treasure Beach was destination, but at a loss for a coast of any sort it soon becomes apparent the small Meditite’s coordinates where off by a long shot. Stunning grey hills almost completely carpeted in meadow and moss dotted the landscape, the golden sun barely chirping its head over the bumpy backdrop causing the morning dew dripping from the blades of grass to sparkle like small fine diamonds. The air was thin and patches cloud dotted panorama’s outskirts giving you a good indication of how high up you actually were. The wind breezed thick and fast against your face, causing your trimmed hair to blow about in the wake of such blustery weather. The chimpanzee-like Pokémon slumps against the grassy floor in a semi-comatose state, rowdily exhaling and inhaling clearly worn out. You empathise with Medeo and hoist the scrawny Pokémon onto your shoulders as he churns up just enough strength wrap his arms around your neck. Only time would heal his fatigue, meaning you’d have to explore the warm hilltops a little longer before you could make a break for it.

What was this!? Just a beeline down the gentle slope stood a neatly trimmed valley sporting a large courtyard clustered with several stone houses. The whole picturesque span looked quite agricultural, and although you couldn’t see any signs of population from your vantage point, a few eastern-styled rice paddies the size of football fields stretched from the outskirts of the chic hamlet. With your track set you take no time to say goodbye to the windswept wilderness in hopes of a decent bed and meal courtesy of the unknown villagers. Heart racing as you stroll down a foot worn trail, you notice the likes of tubby Pidgey flying overhead with bits of twig for their nests, closely followed by a ruffled Spearow zealously bothering one of its kin for the dead Rattata in its mitts. Revelling in the crisp environment you finally catch a closer glimpse of the small civilisation, spotting a patch of grazing Mareep and a few kennels ruffling with Farfetch’d. A small dojo held up by timber columns centralised about the rural community, your first glimpse of human life ahead as several robe wearing men dole punches into thin air as part of a training session. Unsure where to head first, you leisurely pace around the monastery in awe at the outlandishly patterned brickwork and oriental roofing. Whilst none of the residents had noticed your presence, you spot a tanned girl about your age with jet-black hair dash from one of the crop fields with a wicker shoulder bag atop of her woollen robes. The girl’s square haircut was tidily trimmed up to her neck, her fringe stopping at the top of her eyebrows with her narrow eyes just an inch below. She sends you a tongue-tied smile before jogging past the dojo and meeting you with a shy blush. From what could be seen following the traditional worker was her partner, a small panda cub sporting a straw hat and a shoulder bag of its own the size of a purse as it dizzily scuttled forward.

“Hello, my name is Yuri”, she says nervously, politely bowing before meeting your eyes, “Can I help you?” With that the two of you spark up a conversation, the Chinese girl giggling slightly at your fanatical story and western mannerisms. Judging by her accent it didn’t look like she’d seen much of the world, and she hastily shakes her head ask if she’d heard of Kin Island or Fizzytopia. She does however care to explain the Island you’d ported on was Lyanazia, a jungle-filled continent somewhere long south of mainland Fizzy Bubbles.

“Master Sensei is the only one who knows of the world outside of our own, our Monastery is very... reserved” She explains to your despair. She pauses for a moment as the small Spinda runs to your legs and begins flailing her arms, wanting to play with the dead beat Meditite snoozing on your shoulders. The monk giggles into her hand once more.

“I will take you to Sensei, I’m sure he will allow you stay here whilst your Meditite-“

“YURI!!” A strict voice snaps from afar. Before you can turn your head a tall man a few years older than yourself somersaults forward like some sort of ninja, landing between you and the monk in a rooster stance. You jerk backward as he sends you a vicious snare. The man’s hair was jet-black and spiked, his eyes just as narrow as the village girl although he seemed far more threatening.

“Kaito no! The traveller is just lost! He means no harm!” Yuri pleas, tugging the boys arm desperately.

“Silence!” he snaps again, “Being my sister does not give you the right to address me like this!” Kaito then shakes his sister off of his arm, thrusting her backwards as tears trickled down her face. “Now explain yourself to me stranger or I will kill you...”

-Hayward-
27th July 2009, 2:58 AM
No problem at all Hayward, that was an outstanding intro post! Bravo!

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a far-flung pirate’s cove your chosen vista, you send a weak smile to the yoga Pokémon who tightly squeezes your hand in turn. Medeo’s large eyes blink shut as his face scrunches in deep concentration, his body glittering with a pinkish aura which travels up your arm sending tingles down your spine. A trippy sensation! A suddenly flash as the walls before you fall apart and you’re boosted through time and space in the blink of an eye! You stumble about slightly, overcome with a wobbly numbness as you come to grips with the world around you. Treasure Beach was destination, but at a loss for a coast of any sort it soon becomes apparent the small Meditite’s coordinates where off by a long shot. Stunning grey hills almost completely carpeted in meadow and moss dotted the landscape, the golden sun barely chirping its head over the bumpy backdrop causing the morning dew dripping from the blades of grass to sparkle like small fine diamonds. The air was thin and patches cloud dotted panorama’s outskirts giving you a good indication of how high up you actually were. The wind breezed thick and fast against your face, causing your trimmed hair to blow about in the wake of such blustery weather. The chimpanzee-like Pokémon slumps against the grassy floor in a semi-comatose state, rowdily exhaling and inhaling clearly worn out. You empathise with Medeo and hoist the scrawny Pokémon onto your shoulders as he churns up just enough strength wrap his arms around your neck. Only time would heal his fatigue, meaning you’d have to explore the warm hilltops a little longer before you could make a break for it.

What was this!? Just a beeline down the gentle slope stood a neatly trimmed valley sporting a large courtyard clustered with several stone houses. The whole picturesque span looked quite agricultural, and although you couldn’t see any signs of population from your vantage point, a few eastern-styled rice paddies the size of football fields stretched from the outskirts of the chic hamlet. With your track set you take no time to say goodbye to the windswept wilderness in hopes of a decent bed and meal courtesy of the unknown villagers. Heart racing as you stroll down a foot worn trail, you notice the likes of tubby Pidgey flying overhead with bits of twig for their nests, closely followed by a ruffled Spearow zealously bothering one of its kin for the dead Rattata in its mitts. Revelling in the crisp environment you finally catch a closer glimpse of the small civilisation, spotting a patch of grazing Mareep and a few kennels ruffling with Farfetch’d. A small dojo held up by timber columns centralised about the rural community, your first glimpse of human life ahead as several robe wearing men dole punches into thin air as part of a training session. Unsure where to head first, you leisurely pace around the monastery in awe at the outlandishly patterned brickwork and oriental roofing. Whilst none of the residents had noticed your presence, you spot a tanned girl about your age with jet-black hair dash from one of the crop fields with a wicker shoulder bag atop of her woollen robes. The girl’s square haircut was tidily trimmed up to her neck, her fringe stopping at the top of her eyebrows with her narrow eyes just an inch below. She sends you a tongue-tied smile before jogging past the dojo and meeting you with a shy blush. From what could be seen following the traditional worker was her partner, a small panda cub sporting a straw hat and a shoulder bag of its own the size of a purse as it dizzily scuttled forward.

“Hello, my name is Yuri”, she says nervously, politely bowing before meeting your eyes, “Can I help you?” With that the two of you spark up a conversation, the Chinese girl giggling slightly at your fanatical story and western mannerisms. Judging by her accent it didn’t look like she’d seen much of the world, and she hastily shakes her head ask if she’d heard of Kin Island or Fizzytopia. She does however care to explain the Island you’d ported on was Lyanazia, a jungle-filled continent somewhere long south of mainland Fizzy Bubbles.

“Master Sensei is the only one who knows of the world outside of our own, our Monastery is very... reserved” She explains to your despair. She pauses for a moment as the small Spinda runs to your legs and begins flailing her arms, wanting to play with the dead beat Meditite snoozing on your shoulders. The monk giggles into her hand once more.

“I will take you to Sensei, I’m sure he will allow you stay here whilst your Meditite-“

“YURI!!” A strict voice snaps from afar. Before you can turn your head a tall man a few years older than yourself somersaults forward like some sort of ninja, landing between you and the monk in a rooster stance. You jerk backward as he sends you a vicious snare. The man’s hair was jet-black and spiked, his eyes just as narrow as the village girl although he seemed far more threatening.

“Kaito no! The traveller is just lost! He means no harm!” Yuri pleas, tugging the boys arm desperately.

“Silence!” he snaps again, “Being my sister does not give you the right to address me like this!” Kaito then shakes his sister off of his arm, thrusting her backwards as tears trickled down her face. “Now explain yourself to me stranger or I will kill you...”




Thanks for the kind words and warm welcome. I greatly look forward to my time here and the undoubtedly outstanding adventure you have cooked up for me.

Carrying his worn-out Meditite companion Medeo piggyback style, the Trainer Benjamin Hale slowly trotted down the dusty trail in the direction of the nearby buildings. Curiosity filled the boy to such an extent that not even a brief but noisy argument between two Spearow over the ownership rights to a Rattatta carcass could distract him from his predetermined destination. His mind was made up; he was off to do a bit of exploring!

The soft, rhythmic thud of Ben's footfalls gradually replaced the sound of the squabbling birds as they were left behind to work out their own solution. Pausing on a grassy hilltop, the boy drank deeply of the crisp alpine air and scanned the rustic settlement for the telltale signs of life. Excitement coursed through his veins at the sight that greeted him, putting to rest any doubts he may have had about the area being inhabited.

Surveying the land around him with his grey-green eyes, Ben noticed many evidences of a thriving community. Portly Pidgey soared idly over well-tended rice paddies; the neatness of the crop rows bearing witness to the planters’ expert care and nurturing. A flock of sleek Mareep grazed lazily in a neighboring pasture, their intermittent bleating mixing with the chatty honking of Farfetch’d cooped up in their pens. In the center of the settlement, quaint stone houses formed a ring around a large, wooden dojo, the grounds in front of which, were currently being employed by robed men practicing martial arts.

As a member of the street gang Red Gyarados, Ben had never been much of a church-goer. However, as he entered the tiny, isolated hamlet he couldn’t help but be touched by something deeply spiritual in the simple, agrarian way of life he observed all around him. Everywhere his gaze fell, he spied proofs of a people who had an intimate connection to the world around them. It almost felt to Ben as if the land itself radiated peace and tranquility in thankfulness for all the love shown it by the people who called the mountaintop their home.

Suddenly a tan girl dashed out of the rice fields, past the dojo, and right towards Ben. Trailing close behind her was a spotted panda wearing a straw hat and carrying a satchel. Blushing, the girl put on a shy smile as she approached Ben and introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Yuri,” she said, a trace of nervousness in her voice. Ben couldn’t tell if she was nervous at meeting a stranger, or if there was another reason. She bowed politely without making eye contact and asked, “Can I help you?”

Seeing that the village girl was friendly, Ben wasted no time in introducing himself and Medeo. He then related the events that brought the two of them to the tiny hamlet, much to the delight of his listener. In turn, she explained that the duo were south of the FB mainland on the Island of Lyanazia, which Ben knew was renown for its continent-covering jungle.

“Master Sensei is the only one who knows of the world outside of our own, our Monastery is very... reserved” The girl stated and Ben worried that he might be asked to leave. Before the girl could continue however, the belt-high Spinda at her side scampered over to Ben and waved its arms animatedly, desiring to play with the boy’s weary comrade. The sight of the Spot Panda’s antics caused Ben to sweatdrop and the village girl to let out another small giggle.

“I will take you to Sensei, I’m sure he will allow you stay here whilst your Meditite-” the girl began, but without warning a strict voice suddenly rang out in the distance., calling her name in a chiding tone. In less time than it took Ben’s auditory receptors to translate the sound waves into coherent speech, the one who had uttered them acrobatically appeared on the scene. A man both slightly taller and older than Ben - but considerably stronger - nimbly sprang between the trainer and the female villager.

Quickly adopting the Rooster Stance, the newcomer put on a ferocious expression and glared icily at Ben. The man’s snarling visage and uninviting demeanor caused Ben to bolt in alarm, avert his gaze, and retreat a few paces. When his initial shock had subsided slightly, Ben stole a swift glance at the threatening newcomer. He noticed that behind the scowling grimace, the man’s face and eyes bore striking resemblance to Yuri’s.

The girl suddenly implored the spiky-haired man to calm down, tugging on his arm vehemently. “Kaito no!” she exclaimed. “The traveler is just lost! He means no harm!”

“Silence!” the man barked again. “Being my sister does not give you the right to address me like this!” Kaito shook the girl off his arm, thrusting her backwards in the process. Overcome with emotion, the miserable girl couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and Ben saw quite a few escape, running in narrow rivulets down her sad face. However, the intimidating villager took no notice of his sister’s misery, and turned to address Ben. “Now explain yourself to me stranger or I will kill you...”

Thinking fast, Ben did the only thing that came to mind. He bowed as low to the ground as possible, which was hard to do with a lethargic Meditite on his back, and sincerely apologized. “I’m very sorry,” he began in his humblest voice. “I meant no disrespect. My name is Ben Hale and this sleepy Meditite,” he nodded his head backwards in Medeo’s direction, “is my friend Medeo.” The Meditite moaned and gave a weak wave.

Not waiting even a moment for the villager’s response, Ben rushed on, explaining the situation as best he could. “Medeo and I traveled to the land of FB many months ago hoping to put our past behind us and right our wrongs, but we ran out of money and food. We heard of a place where we could find buried treasure, but unfortunately we never made it. As you can see, Medeo wasn’t up to Teleporting us out of here right away. Your village looked like the perfect place to explore while I waited for him to recuperate. I thought this would be deserted. I didn’t mean to trespass.”

Ben turned in Yuri’s direction and bowed even lower. “Your sister,” he said without lifting his eyes from the ground, “offered to introduce us to your Master Sensei. If it’s not too much trouble, and the offer still stands, I would very much like to meet him.”

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Treepandaone
29th July 2009, 7:13 PM
Safari Zone

Treepandaone: With the first capture of the Safari soon in your mitts you grasp your first grip upon the jagged rock face, nerve racked as bits of shingle drop from the frames of the hefty boulders. It was a small risk to take as you began to clamber, your Pokenav wildly vibrating as it flashed and beeped as Castform continued to coil around Cherubi with his icy spiral causing the cherry to shiver with frostbite. You continue your climb knowing full well things would start getting out of hand, you’d need to be quick on your feet for the trap to last. Each stair of boulder grew increasingly slippery on your fingers, the jet sprays of water ricocheting off the gushing waterfall splashing against your body. Not before long you finally scramble your way to flat land, grateful to be a safe distance into the prairie with the hustle and bustle of the watering hole now the size of an ant farm with each insect one of the grazing Pok&#233;mon. With both Cherubi and Nimbus straight in your sights you notice to transparent frosty playpen well and truly built above the shrub’s jumping height and the small Castform chirping with delight waiting for further instruction. You quickly give it him with a camo-style ball in your palm ready to be pitched. Nimbus nods eagerly bobbing his head with a summersault and swooping to the cliff edge corning it off with a meter tall Tomb of Rocks locking you both in from all angles. With that settled, and all the cards in your hand you meet eye with the cherry Pok&#233;mon. There where only two ways this could go for the puny grass type – the easy way or the hard way. With that the puny shrub squeals in cowardice, rolling into a ball and shutting its eyes tightly. It was defenceless, trembling in fear and not about to resist your next move. With that, you gently tap the Cherubi’s glossy skin with the Safari Ball which quickly wraps her in a scarlet light. Sucking up the foe like a vacuum cleaner, the sphere jitters slightly before settling still. Congratulations, you just caught a Lv.2 Cherubi (F) A small applause bursts from yourself and the small sun cloud as you pump your fist into the air whilst Nimbus spirals in the air with his downy coat expelling puffs of cloud like a choochootrain. It was your first capture of the game, however the hunt was far from over as you step out of the rocky barricade only to find you’d reached a tough new layer of hustle and bustle. The crystalline stream seemed to snake into another section of jungle with its trail hard to see through the thick trees and draping walls of moss seeping from each branch on its outskirt. To its side, the grass seemed far patchier and rough, the blotches of mud scarring its surface filling you with thoughts of the tough Pok&#233;mon which must have caused them. Suddenly! You notice two Beatle Pok&#233;mon scrapping in the not two far away. Their skill was unmatched, each jump precise as he jabbed and kicked in a Thrash of Close Combat. The blue beetle dexterously fluttered circles around the brown, dipping its head and ramming forth with its single horn. The other made use of its burly strength, clamping the foe’s horn with its two portly pincers each scattered with spiky protrusions. Although far outsped, the hefty brown bug tossed the blue against the rough thickets, releasing a vicious war-cry above his newly claimed patch of grass. Not so quick to give up its territory, the bluebottle bug springs upright and socks the creepy crawly squarely between the eyes. It looks like you’ve just interrupted some pretty aggressive scrapping...

Bear in mind Cherubi is not yet part of your team just yet Treep, Once you leave the Safari Zone you'll decide which Pokemon you'll keep


Shocked and made doubtful with the plans he had made, Matthew felt rush of guilt under the adrenaline presented before him, his arms trembling with stong accents of discomfort as he made his way up the mountain once more. As a stray rock bounced off his head, Matthew was quickly snaped back to reality, the crumbling rocks on the clif face were considerably weak, thanks to the hunderds, maybe even thousands of years of corrosion from the great waterfall. Snagging the chance to capture the Cherubi, Matthew quickly continued his climb, his pokenav continuing to bleep and vibrate against the cotton of his jeans. Above him, Matthew looked up, unaware that the Cherubi was shivering from frostbite from the Pok&#233;mon's attacks. Fastly awakening his awareness of how quickly things could get out of hand, Matthew fasted the pace of his ascent, each boulder becoming more slipery as he felt the jet sprays of water ricocheting off the waterfall and onto his body, the distractions providing a much needed cooling system that refreshed Matthew's parched face. The strong clean scent of the waterfall brought him tastefull nostalgia as the Cherubi and Castform came into his sights.

"Good job buddy" Matthew said as he gave his orders, quickly flicking his fingers across a camo-styled safari ball. Impressed by Nimbus' demonstration of resolve, Matthew gave him the compliments he deserved as he wated the weather Pok&#233;mon eagerly bob his head before doing a summersault, swooping to the edge of the cliff as he cornered it with a tomb of rocks. Giving his Pok&#233;mon a thumbs up, Matthew turned to the trembling cherry Pok&#233;mon, all of the cards in his hand. With the puny shrub squealing in cowardice, Matthew felt a tug of emotion as it rolled into a ball, defenseless. As he reached down with the pokeball, Matthew watched the pokeball engulf the Cherubi as it closed its eyes, the vacuum mechanism capturing the Pok&#233;mon after a few jitters.

With the capture complete, Matthew pocketed the ball and turned to his comrade. Raising his arm in victory, Matthew smiled and laughed as Nimbus spiraled in the air, his downy coat expelling air like a train as Matthew congratulated him. Lowering the rock tomb and in good spirits, Matthew found himself in a new, undiscovered section of the woods, a much tougher new layer as he looked around at the surroundings that procceeded him. Breathing in a big breathe of air, Matthew looked t the crystalline stream that snaked round into another section of the jungle, the trees much too dense for Matthew to see futher into. Looking to his side, Matthew saw the thick trees, draped with moss like a fungi king. To his other side, Matthew saw the grass seem rougher, the blotches of mud scattered along the surface warned Matthew of the opponent toughness as he gulped before jumping in shock.

Looking ahead, Matthew noticed two beatle Pok&#233;mon scrapping. Looking at his Pok&#233;dex, Matthew registered the skill level of the two teratorial bugs, each rather unmatched as each jump precised jabbing and kicking with a trash and close combat. Looking on with intense inspiration, Matthew saw the blue beetle flutter circles round the brown one before dipping his head, ramming it with a single horn, only to be countered by the other bugs burly strength, clamping the horn with its own pincers. As the brown bug threw the blue one against the rogh thickets, Matthew jumped one more as he heard the vicious war-cry over its newly claimed patch of grass. Not so quick to give up its territory, the bluebottle bug sprang upright, socking the creepy crawly squarely between the eyes.

Looking around, Matthew found Castform and told him the plan.

"Ok Nimbus, we'll need to be rather quiet here or else we'll be in big trouble. I want to capture that Brown Bug so we'll have to see how the fight goes. While we're waiting, I want you to find a sturdy big log that we can use, a long peice of grass and a big slab of something. Then we'll use this (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=70435&postcount=65) Pecha berry to place in the middle and wait for it to come, then we'll strike".

(OoC: Thanks for waiting for me while my Laptop was on the fritz. If theres any mistakes I apologise as I only have notepad and there's no spelling checker on here.

For reference, I mean like this (http://i32.*******.com/9gg03m.gif) but with the log a box-like trap.)

PeeGee
1st August 2009, 7:45 AM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: Although the golden kernel was managing to hold its own in battle it was clear by Evil-Sunny’s ‘Anything you can do, I can do better’ stance, you’d need a way to one-up the shadowy bulb. You coo the Sunkern over, lightly hopping in your direction as his beady eyes sparkled with excitement albeit the fact he was slightly ruffled. With that you palm a translucent stone, carroty and circular in the centre and edged with several golden thorns like an ancient sun. Sunny seemed overwhelmed with surprise, now eagerly raring to evolve and grow stronger. He waddles between your sneakers, tweeting cheerily and closing his eyes with a widening smile. With that, you take your last look at the adorable kernel and plonk the glittery Sun Stone above his brow. Suddenly! The sunflower seed flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage giving him a sunflower appearance. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, Sunny’s new form bouncy and poised for the world to see! The golden Sunflora sheers loudly as she flutters her leaves, spinning around and embracing your leg in a warm hug. Whilst a milestone had been met for you and the sunflower, a small and malicious kernel was still growling on the pool’s edge. With that Sunny meets his eyes, more confident than ever before as he coils his leaves into fists. Right on queue you volley another set of orders which Sunny nods to, scuttling forward with his arm up high. He franticly drops his arms upon meeting the smaller twin, stomping the seed rearward with a blunt Pound. The shadow Pokémon howls in pain before hopping upward again, flaring with a sinister aura as his beady eyes flickered a fiery scarlet. Evil-Sunny bounds forward, Blitzing with Shadow energy as he rams into the sunflower’s smiley face sending her whole upper body bending backwards whilst keeping he kept balance. Sunny’s stem coils upright again, the doppelganger floundering rearward against the hard floorboards. Quick to continue, the golden blossom opens her gaping mouth and releases another spitfire of Bullet Seeds like a frenzied machine gun. The hard spats of grass energy thwack against the tender bulb’s face, causing much harder dents in his tougher form clear as day by the satanic Pokémon’s squeaking. Whilst weakly attempting to spring up, the bad seed envelops in a grassy aura, a few of the cracks in the tiles below Sunny beginning to rumble wildly. Suddenly several blades of Grass ensnarl the plant from all angles, Knotting the sunflower’s legs together and tripping him up! He yelps rather dumbfound before covering his mouth with his leafy palm. Blowing rather loudly, Sunny manages to churn up a rather squeaky melody similar to a kazoo. The whiny melody suddenly drums through the shadowy kernel’s ears, causing him to blubber off to sleep rather cutely despite his evil motives. With the Grass Whistle giving you plenty time to finish things, it seemed the spanking new Sunflora was handling himself well. However above his confident beam you notice a nasty shiner surrounding one of his closed eyes. It looked like Sunny had taken a decent hit from Shadow Blitz meaning you’d have to finish things thick and fast whilst the shrub was snoozing. What will you do?


Glaring at his evil counterpart Sunny jumped into action. The sunflower pokemon ran at Evil Sunny and gave him a quick Pound on the head. Howling in pain, the purple bulb's eyes flickered purple and he flared with a sinister aura. Evil Sunny bounded forwards and slammed straight into Sunny's face, Blitzing the Sunflora with Shadowy energy. The attack forced Sunny's upper body to bend backwards, but the grass type's body quickly snapped back up. Quick to act, Sunny opened his mouth and let loose with a barrage a Bullet Seeds, spitting them out as if he were a machine gun. The seeds barraged Evil Sunny, causing him to squeak in pain, but he was quick to respond. He began to glow with a grassy aura, and the cracks on the tile beneath Sunny began to rumble. The grass type looked down in curiousness and several blades of Grass burst up and Knotted themselves around Sunny's legs, tripping him over. Yelping as he hit the ground, Sunny glared at his evil twin once again before placing a leaf over his mouth. Sunny began to Whistle with the Grass-like appendage, even though it sounded more like a kazoo, the sound put Evil Sunny to sleep. Confidence running through his body Sunny looked at Karmas and expected his next set of orders. Karmas was about to order them, until he saw the large shiner on Sunny's face. Not knowing why his trainer was staring at him funnily, Sunny waved one of his arm/hand/leaf/whatever it was in front of Karmas' face and got his attention back.

"Sorry Sunny, um, your next orders are..." Karmas drawled as he figured out what to do next. "Okay, start off with a Solarbeam, which should be easy to pull off thanks to Evil Sunny being asleep, and then let loose with a Nature Power!"

Emp
7th August 2009, 11:50 PM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a fist in your face and little time to spare you go with your gut and drop down like a tonne of bricks. Bowing until your nose touched the pebbly floor below, you can only hope Kaito hears you out. You plea desperately, to a point where the twisted monk is grinning at your pitiful poise. You then begin to retell the unfortunate tail of your haphazard travel to the tropical mountains, Kaito’s eyebrow travelling ever further up his head at what he considered to be a weak cover story. Finishing, you squat even lower, to a point you can smell the fertiliser scattered upon the golden pasture, desperately begging for a meeting with Master Sensei – the only man capable of sending you home. Kaito’s grin of muse suddenly switches to a look of daggers.

“Lies!” he responds bluntly.

“He is telling the truth Kai!” She cries weakly, “I can sense it – Hale-san has a good heart!” For once, the monk looks undecided, breaking eye contact as a flood of confusion overcomes his judgement. By this point a small crowd was beginning to form, plump tanned women carrying baskets ragged full of clothing and large clay jugs rimmed to the top with fresh mountain water. Much to your angst, the workers looked just as worried as Yuri, whispering to one another and shrewdly pointing fingers. Kaito sighs, it was clear as day he’d overreacted, but one could only guess he was far too hot-headed to admit it.

“I should have known you could not be a spy!” The monk spits, eying up the comatose Medeo limp on your shoulder with the echoes of a famished stomach shrill as always, “Your Medite’s hunger is a sign of weakness; a true Meditite is can fast for months, a single berry keeping it alive”. Kaito clenched a fist, his brow crumpled into a firm scowl as he raised a red and white sphere to his face from the tips of his fingers. He looked just about ready to fight it out, Yuri’s Spinda ditsily toddling to her side and cuddling her leg in fright. The strong breeze suddenly settles, the whispers settling as you wonder what had happened. The women in rags suddenly drop to their feet, gasping in the presence of an unknown figure. Yuri then slouches and tugs your leg to do the same as you uncoordinatedly look for what all the hustle and bustle is about.

“Settle down Kaito, there are more to some than meets the eye”, the figure says softly, Kaito’s face blushing with humiliation as though he was a schoolyard bully just caught picking on the new kid. Whilst low on the ground as a clear gesture of respect, you cautiously tilt your head up to notice a short man in scarlet robes sporting a jet-black sash. His lengthy hair was gray and matted, his eyes squinted and his face aged and wrinkled. Out of his button nose trailed a bushy stash almost covering his mouth, his thick eyebrows sporting a similar texture. The main trailed up and down with his stout arms fastened behind his back. He was clearly trapped in deep thought, muttering to himself as his grey whiskers fiddled up and down. As you face the cobbled floor below you hear the man’s footprints grow ever louder as his sandaled feet jut out beneath your head. Yuri suddenly ups to her feet, tugging you up as she does so.

“Master Sensei”, addresses the monk, fixing her smile once more, “This is Benjamin, he has travelled from far away. If it is not any trouble he would like your assistance in returning to his homeland”. Sensei nods in understanding, holding his hand to his head and pacing up and down once more. Whilst fixated on the elder, you can’t help feel Kaito’s nasty stare from the corner of your eye. Yuri bites her lip in hesitation, all the while the other workers rush back to their duties. You notice Sensei’s arm suddenly shoot up as though he was struck with an idea, still you remain silent all ears for a friendly proposition.

“You may stay the night whilst your Pokémon rests”, the elder slowly utters to your relief, “However, for my kind fruits of hospitality I shall need you to help Yuri with her responsibilities”

“But Master!” Kaito pleads
“Not another word from you”, Sensei replies
“But we know nothing about this intruder”, continues the monk

“Do not judge a horse by its saddle, we must get to know Hale-San if we are to trust him”, with that, Sensei sends a stern gesture to Kaito to signal the end of their conversation. The boy grumbles to himself, gnashing his teeth as he clips the unused Pokeball back onto his sash. Yuri abruptly lowers her head in panic as he storms past, stylishly bounding onto the orange-slated rooftop of the block of houses as he makes a quick getaway. The elderly man shrugs, The small Spinda unwrapping from her trainer and leisurely plopping herself onto the floor.

“I some times worry about that boy... He is reckless, impatient” Sensei sighs, Yuri looking just as troubled for the boy she shared blood with. He quickly wipes away the look of unease and turns to the two of you with a weak smile, “So, Yuri, Benjamin, if you are happy to work until midday I will return to my meditation. Do you accept?” Yuri nods instantly, her face flushed as she smiles embarrassed in your direction. Nobody can tell you what lies ahead, so you could pay your debts with some old-fashioned labour or make your way out of the oriental village and hope for another way home. What will you do?


Safari Zone

Treepandaone: You feel completely taken back as the two fighters dole out quick punches causing the patch of lawn to tether with streaks of brown dirt. The fight for land only continues, Heracross dipping its head once more as its lengthy horn envelops a yellowy green. The bug then swoops waywardly into the brown Pinsir whose eerie mouth splits sideways as it screeches in pain. The dung beetle then hops from its position, recklessly bounding from the thickets and locking Heracross into a Vice Grip. Taking full advantage of its girth, the creepy crawly weighs down the rhinocerous beetle, thumping it against the ruffled underbrush with its style comparable to a choke-slam. The blue bug releases another weak yelp, once again emphasizing the brown bug was the number one fighter of its clan. However it doesn’t look over just yet, the pinned-down Heracross flipping Pinsir onto his back with a timely Reversal. As the two tumble and roll you close your gaping jaw and switch your attention to the blob of sunshine who was neatly hovering through the trees outskating the patch of land in search of a log so you could whip up another trap. He sighs a small puff of cloud at a loss for any logs that weren’t already firmly wrapped in deep vines or already claimed by the resident venonat. The chain of thought you clung onto was suddenly stole away as the battle quickly became hot and heavy. Heracross hastily unfolded its shell and began fluttering rearward from the rowdy tussle, wimpering slightly with the scars of battle marking its brittle endoskeleton. With Pinsir roaring for more, Heracross dips forward in a straight line, slipping beneath the dung beetle’s grasp and scooping it up with its mighty horn. The rhinoceros beetle charges forward with all its strength, managing the barely lift the heavy adversary and amply toss him toward the water’s edge.

From your standpoint, the rough clash couldn’t have been better. The fighting didn’t exactly seem friendly, but you had your eyes set on Pinsir, and so long as he was taking hard blows the camo-styled ball in your mitts would have no problem snagging the burly bug. You continue to onlook with baited breath as the scrap continues, despite the fact any passer by would be gobsmacked you hadn’t tried to intervene. The scuffle had moved to the river’s bank, the fast flowing stream taking a sudden drop as it reached the spraying cascade – if one of the bugs fell into the canal it’d no doubt be an unpleasant drop to the rocky plunge pool. Unfazed by the impending danger, the two continue throwing punches, Heracross somewhat dominant at this point with its airfoils keeping it about a foot off of ground. Suddenly! An unpleasant “crack!!” sends you wincing in empathy, quickly taking a peak you notice a large chink in the brown bug’s horn. The blue bug’s Brick Break had proved critical, and whilst it fluttered back in triumph, the ear-splitting screech of agony echoing from Pinsir’s jaws gave it a feeling of elation. However, whilst you felt Pinsir was a surefire capture, You notice its white eyes glaze with a frenzied red as it shook with anger. Quicker than you could blink, the dung beetle pounced forward like some sort of jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the hovering Heracross. Howling with a mad passion: the Pincer began punching, kicking, and slashing in an unruly manner. The blue bug dropped to the floor with the brown’s on top, the angry Pinsir grabbing a firm hold of its lengthy horn. What would soon follow you could barely watch, the slow but firm tug of Pinsir’s arms on the Heracross’ horn which was beginning to crook much further than it should. The helpless beetle began struggling wildly and howling in sheer agony as its horn slipped further back and the fuelled Pinsir increased his tug. At this point you seal your eyes shut, the unpleasant shrill of a wishbone snapping filling your imagination with the worst possible images of what was happening ahead. The wail of torture suddenly reached a deafening climax before- nothing. The jungles stood still with a dead silence, Castform hovering out of the woods franticly in fear of your wellbeing. You weakly open your eyes, covering your mouth as the ruthless bug tore the Heracross’ limbs from its lifeless carcass in a veil to finish the job, its sidelong maw sliding open as it shrieked in victory. Whist unsettled, you notice a trunk with enough rot to be uprooted and utilised, a few flat slabs of stone pilled near the cliff edge and a clove of Nanab Berries dangling from one of the rimming branches. You still up for luring the untamed beast from the bloody mess affront in hopes of another capture?


Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: With Sunny’s newfound metamorphosis done and dusted it seemed you’d found a chink in the shadow Pokémon’s sinister blue armour. With evil-sunny sound asleep you order another set of orders with a certain streak of confidence glowing across your face. The sunflower shares your sentiment, skipping forward with his new legs and leisurely swaying his new leafy arms. Snoring rowdily, the grey kernel sits sound in its place on the cold tiled flooring with a small snot bubble expanding on one of its nostrils rather cutely. The Sunflora looks on with a hardened stare, raising his stems skyward and absorbing what he could from the dim glow. You awkwardly look on with baited breath as Sunny blushes a bright green with her petals photosynthesizing at a much slower pace than usual. Lucky for some you had all the time in the world, and as a couple of minutes pass, the golden flower grins having soaked up enough energy. With the drowsy doppelganger yawning and flickering its beady red eyes, Sunny takes no time to fire off the Beam, unyapping his mouth as a shaft of Solar energy floods forward causing you to squint at its blinding radiance. Completely carpeting the small Sunkern, the blast sends it flailing rearward like a feather caught in a thick airstream. The flare of power disperses upon meeting the stone walls, the tattered foe coming back into view. It groaned angrily as if it didn’t know what hit it, notable scuffs and bruises now patterning its face as it stood barely inches from the sinister puddle it had emerged from. As Sunny violently unmangles the tiles with its Nature Power, the plant lifelessly drives even further backward, making you hard-pressed to tell if it’s going to fall unconscious as it weakly pivots left and right without showing any sign of reprisal. Barely awake, the shadowy seed tumbles backward, into the black pool!

The inky water begins churning wildly, perhaps too many bubbles rising for them all to be coming from evil-sunny. You gaze on as it whirls uncontrollably, the unsettled caldron sending shivers down your spine. A sense of adventure coaxes you into taking a closer look, or perhaps it was the ominous lake itself tugging you into its evil mitts. Either way, you can’t stop your legs moving as you and the two grass types reach its tiled rim. The gurgling noise grew louder as the pitch-black bubbles frothed upward. Your head suddenly dips, taking a long hard stare into the unsettled pool and noticing your reflection. The reflection of yourself looked back as normal, his face of bewilderment matching yours to a t. The wicked tree had fallen to the same spell, fixated on the pool as it swirled and swirled and swirled... Suddenly! The inky water switched course and began flooding upward as though a Snorlax had just cannonballed into its centre. The ascendant waterfall causes you to jerk back in panic, Zoran managing to keep you upright as the spew of black vapour sprays against your faces. Suddenly two figures step out of the cascade, each with a face you could never forget. One was yours after all.

“Kamras, Kamras, Kamras”, he drones playfully, “Oh so predictable. I should have known you’d jump to the chance to evolve your Pokémon. You are me, after all”. The man twin titters to himself, looking down at you with a teasing grin. As with Sunny, the man looked no different to yourself, down to every freckle and hair strand. Of course, his skin seemed much paler, and his iris tinted a bloody red. Zoran grunts, the wicked Pokémon clenching his fists as the doppelganger does the exact same. You then hustle backward slightly, upping to your feet and weakly staring onward at the evil twin. Cradled within his arms was the shadow kernel you’d recently thought, as you catch a glimpse of the worn-out seed, the boy smiles once more.

“That was unfair”, he spits, “so let’s even the odds, one on one. No interruptions”, he finishes, looking distinctly at his own partner and Zoran. He fingers through his pocket giving you a stir of dejavu. Revealing a yellow, sun-shaped trinket, the twin then plonking the jagged stone onto his kernel’s glossy skin. The bad seed then flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage so he matched his counterpart. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, revealing a dreary gray sunflower with a nasty scowl as his wriggled out of his trainer’s arms. Bad-Kamras grins once again, taking a step back as his bruised and mangled Sunflora met eyes with yours. Although the scuffle was drawing closer to an end, the evil adversary would no doubt prove thorny to your triumph.

“Sweet Scent! Grass Whistle! Shadow End!”

mew-the original
8th August 2009, 1:07 AM
Garden of Iris:

Mewsic Box: Skimming through the moves of your newfound Stantler on the greenish encyclopaedia, you find a technique strange attack stands out upon all others. A smirk grows upon your face as the win-all and end-all of moves had found itself on the stag’s varied repertoire. With a fast enough action it was checkmate... Quick on your feet you volley another round of orders to the Pseudo-Stantler who neighs before slouching for a final pounce, you’d just have to hope the hard-hitting foe wasn’t thinking the same thing. Beating Morph to the punch, the stronger reindeer makes a mad dash forward as his distinctive antlers glow with a purple hued Zen. With a mighty “clack!” the two horns interlock as Morph and the wild Stantler push forward in a tug-of-war. Much to your surprise you watch the sleek adversary toss the Ditto to the frayed concrete with its mighty Headbutt. Bellowing in pain as nasty grazes pattern his tanned fur, the Stantler stuttered to its feet before resting its eyes in a deep concentration. A strange psych began to envelop Morph’s antlers as the opposing twin could only watch in shock. Eye-catching ropes of a translucent blue suddenly began ensnarling the foe as its entire move set was completely Imprisoned, sealing the fate of the tough battle. As the struggling Stantler flailed left and right in an attempt to attack, Morph looked on with a grin as he bowed his antlered head. Following up, the stead rammed forward before Headbutting the Reindeer at a breakneck pace. Toppling onto its back in agony, the Stantler continued to yelp and struggle only to be met by a vicious Stomp to the torso. Morph’s hoof brutally booted into the deer’s rib cage, knocking the mythical beast unconscious. Level up for Morph Standing atop of the stag with great pride, Ditto suddenly lifts his hooves up and neighs valiantly. Suddenly! Morph looks around in confusion before hastily flickering into a white silhouette. Transforming to his natural shape, you look with a slight sensation of despair as the Ditto’s sleek body and muscular limbs suddenly plop into their gooey state. Flickering back to a powder pink, the small Ditto waddles his way back to your shoulder, far too worn out from battle to retain his awesome Stantler form. With the scrap over, it seemed you’d proved yourself worthy enough of entering the flowery patch of mythos, just a beeline between your tattered whereabouts and the beautiful rainbow trail. Leaving behind the downed Stantler, the ancient ruins and the breathtaking lake, you meet with the foot of the translucent path which appeared to have an upward current. Emanating with multihued sprays of dust the dazzling path didn’t look very sturdy. Testing it with your foot, you squint with anticipation at the course holds your weight like a solid bridge. With your hunch now confirmed you take another step onto the path, saying a reluctant goodbye to all things normal bellow and welcoming the supernatural possibilities of the garden you where headed. Morph chirps in a “full speed ahead!” sort of tone, raring to see what’s in store as you eagerly up your pace. Hours pass, and the same colors of green and magenta gently flow past your feet with the world bellow growing ever smaller. You begin to break through a blanket of fluffy white clouds as the air becomes ever thinner, the warm yellow sun washing on your face. Morph suddenly chirps, his beady black eyes filling with excitement at the flowery vista jutted over the horizon. Was this heaven? Sprinting down the multihued track which had bowed to a downhill slope, you hastily make your way to a set of giant gates shrouding any views of the mystical garden. What appeared to be thick golden bars had now become shrouded in moss and ensnarled in thick lianas blossoming with pink flora. Raring to see what was inside, you begin to heave at the golden gates with the help of the pink blob attached to your shoulder. Nonetheless, your efforts to unbolt the sacred doorway seemed futile. Carpeted with thick shrubbery, it seemed a more forceful touch was needed to unfasten the fortified gates...

The teenaged pokemon trainer paced back and forth, with many grunts, murmurs, and mumbles escaping his lips. The bars seemed to be much too sturdy to open by himself, and Morph had already exhausted his transformations from the Stantler battle. After a couple of minutes, Tim planted himself on the lush green grass and placed his backpack and his belt that contained his pokeballs in front of him. Tim rummaged through his bag, hoping that there would be something in there to help with his problem. Alas, he knew it was a hopeless cause from the beginning. "I guess I'll have to rely on my pokemon then." Tim said to himself as he set his bag aside and placed the belt in front of him as he sat legs criss-crossed. "Who would be best for forcefully opening the gate...?” Tim pondered out loud. Then the tuckered out Morph jumped to the other side of the belt, his shape began to bubble as he tried to transform. After a slight struggle, Morph managed to take the shape of a dinosaur-like pokemon (though he remained pink and blobby) which Tim assumed to be a Cranidos. "Jurasic?" Tim questioned Morph, to which Morph cheerfully chirped. "Oh, I see!" Tim said after thinking for a minute, trying to figure out why Jurasic would be the best choice. Tim slung his backpack over his shoulder and clipped his belt around his waist before he picked up the pink, formless blob and placed him back on his shoulder. "So we are going to charge right through that gate then." Tim said, clicking a red and white pokeball in his hand, causing it to enlarge. "Appear, Jurasic!" Tim said as he threw the pokeball in the air which unleashed the Head Butt Pokemon, Cranidos. Jurasic the Cranidos streched his limbs and let out a weak cry before opening his eyes to the lush green scenery, something he wasn't used to. "Jurasic, we need helped breaking through that gate." Tim said before he realized that Jurasic was too busy rolling in the grass to pay attention. "Hey, Jurasic! Pay attention!" Tim shouted as a sweat drop fell down the side of his face at the embarrassing sight. Jurasic immediately returned his full attention to Tim, who then explained what he needed the prehistoric pokemon to do. "Okay Jurasic, so what you need to do is use your noggin to hit the gate, of course I'll help push the gate too. When I say go, charge at the gate with a super strong Headbutt okay." Jurasic proceeded to nod. The two of them then walked a distance back as Morph jumped into Tim's backpack. "1... 2... 3!" Tim shouted as both Jurasic and himself charged straight for the gate.

Treepandaone
9th August 2009, 1:27 PM
Safari Zone

Treepandaone: You feel completely taken back as the two fighters dole out quick punches causing the patch of lawn to tether with streaks of brown dirt. The fight for land only continues, Heracross dipping its head once more as its lengthy horn envelops a yellowy green. The bug then swoops waywardly into the brown Pinsir whose eerie mouth splits sideways as it screeches in pain. The dung beetle then hops from its position, recklessly bounding from the thickets and locking Heracross into a Vice Grip. Taking full advantage of its girth, the creepy crawly weighs down the rhinocerous beetle, thumping it against the ruffled underbrush with its style comparable to a choke-slam. The blue bug releases another weak yelp, once again emphasizing the brown bug was the number one fighter of its clan. However it doesn’t look over just yet, the pinned-down Heracross flipping Pinsir onto his back with a timely Reversal. As the two tumble and roll you close your gaping jaw and switch your attention to the blob of sunshine who was neatly hovering through the trees outskating the patch of land in search of a log so you could whip up another trap. He sighs a small puff of cloud at a loss for any logs that weren’t already firmly wrapped in deep vines or already claimed by the resident venonat. The chain of thought you clung onto was suddenly stole away as the battle quickly became hot and heavy. Heracross hastily unfolded its shell and began fluttering rearward from the rowdy tussle, wimpering slightly with the scars of battle marking its brittle endoskeleton. With Pinsir roaring for more, Heracross dips forward in a straight line, slipping beneath the dung beetle’s grasp and scooping it up with its mighty horn. The rhinoceros beetle charges forward with all its strength, managing the barely lift the heavy adversary and amply toss him toward the water’s edge.

From your standpoint, the rough clash couldn’t have been better. The fighting didn’t exactly seem friendly, but you had your eyes set on Pinsir, and so long as he was taking hard blows the camo-styled ball in your mitts would have no problem snagging the burly bug. You continue to onlook with baited breath as the scrap continues, despite the fact any passer by would be gobsmacked you hadn’t tried to intervene. The scuffle had moved to the river’s bank, the fast flowing stream taking a sudden drop as it reached the spraying cascade – if one of the bugs fell into the canal it’d no doubt be an unpleasant drop to the rocky plunge pool. Unfazed by the impending danger, the two continue throwing punches, Heracross somewhat dominant at this point with its airfoils keeping it about a foot off of ground. Suddenly! An unpleasant “crack!!” sends you wincing in empathy, quickly taking a peak you notice a large chink in the brown bug’s horn. The blue bug’s Brick Break had proved critical, and whilst it fluttered back in triumph, the ear-splitting screech of agony echoing from Pinsir’s jaws gave it a feeling of elation. However, whilst you felt Pinsir was a surefire capture, You notice its white eyes glaze with a frenzied red as it shook with anger. Quicker than you could blink, the dung beetle pounced forward like some sort of jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the hovering Heracross. Howling with a mad passion: the Pincer began punching, kicking, and slashing in an unruly manner. The blue bug dropped to the floor with the brown’s on top, the angry Pinsir grabbing a firm hold of its lengthy horn. What would soon follow you could barely watch, the slow but firm tug of Pinsir’s arms on the Heracross’ horn which was beginning to crook much further than it should. The helpless beetle began struggling wildly and howling in sheer agony as its horn slipped further back and the fuelled Pinsir increased his tug. At this point you seal your eyes shut, the unpleasant shrill of a wishbone snapping filling your imagination with the worst possible images of what was happening ahead. The wail of torture suddenly reached a deafening climax before- nothing. The jungles stood still with a dead silence, Castform hovering out of the woods franticly in fear of your wellbeing. You weakly open your eyes, covering your mouth as the ruthless bug tore the Heracross’ limbs from its lifeless carcass in a veil to finish the job, its sidelong maw sliding open as it shrieked in victory. Whist unsettled, you notice a trunk with enough rot to be uprooted and utilised, a few flat slabs of stone pilled near the cliff edge and a clove of Nanab Berries dangling from one of the rimming branches. You still up for luring the untamed beast from the bloody mess affront in hopes of another capture?

His heart almost stopped beating before making up for lost beats by pounding into his ribs. Shivers travelled through his arms and legs as Matthew attempted to stay still, his instinctive swallow forced him to move ever so slightly, the gulp being of great trouble as if something blocked his throat. Looking on with angst, Matthew felt completely vulnerable in the shadows of the fight, completely taken aback by the aggressive struggle the two Pokémon put up, quick punches causing the patch of lawn ahead to tether, a streak of brown dirt covering the landscape as the terrain became more and more undesirable. With the fight continueing, Matthew quickly ordered Nimbus to look for supplies, still all the more dedicated on catching the Pinsir ahead of him as it showed its test of strength and skill. With the fight for land continuing, Matthew watched as the Heracross dipped its head once more as it used its natural weapon of its horn to attack as it turned a yellowy-green. The neck of his shirt swayed as he covered his ears as the shriek of the Pinsir tore through the jungle, the eerie mouth splitting sideways as sound developed in the vibrations.

As the Dung Beetle hoppd from its position, Matthew noticed the reckless bounding from the thickets as the locked Heracross struggled in the vice grip, having had its disadvantage of girth taking it into a more dangerous positions, being weight down as it was thumped against the ruffled underbrush. Comparing the technique to a choke-slam, Matthew became impressed with the Pinsir’s fighting ability, obviously being one of the top fighters in its previous clan, however, Matthew was as equally impressed with the timely reversal as Heracross once again held the higher advantage.

Tumbling and rolling down the bankside, the Pinsir and Heracross carried on their fight as Matthew turned his attention back to the Castform. Looking at the weather-Pokémon hovering neatly between the trees, outskating the patch of land in search of the log to trap the bugs. Sighing a small puff of cloud, Nimbus looked at loss for any logs as Matthew scratched his neck with angst, the only ones available being those that were firmly wrapped in logs or claimed by the Venonat. Shaking his head in loss, Matthew quickly turned his viewpoint back to the battle as it began to get heavy. Looking at the bruised Heracross hastily unfold its shell, Matthew made note of the whimpering bug, tendering to the scars of the battle as they marked its brittle exoskeleton. His head turning in a constant rate, Matthew re-visited Pinsir as it roared for more, only to be held in a grasp and scooped over toward the water edge. Dipping his head, Matthew got a better view of the battle.

From his current standpoint, Matthew’s emotions were in check as he felt a rush of guilt, the fighting seemingly stoppable, but at the same time he had to respect the food chain. Trying to reason with himself, Matthew thought that catching one of the bugs would aggravate the other into a state, and so left well clear. Inside, the feeling of the opportunity called as the rough clash provided the hard work, the camo-styled ball in his hands becoming increasingly more stable as the fighting continued. Onlooking and racked with nerves, Matthew waited on baited breath as he hoped to meet no-one in the clearing, his actions providing a rather unpleasant reaction from anyone who might have tried to argue otherwise. With the scuffle moving to the river bank, Matthew noticed the sudden drop as the fast flowing river reached a spraying cascade, a nasty end for any Pokémon caught in it, let alone thrown down to the rocky pool. Unfazed by the dangers, Pinsir and Heracross continued their feud, continuing to throw punches, the Heracross’ flying ability being the turning point of the battle. Hearing a crack, Matthew’s eyes widened with empathy as the bug sustained a critical injury, the brick break attack providing a chip in the bugs horns as the ear-splitting screech send Matthew into a mess, holding his ears to cover the sound.

Holding the safari ball even tighter, Matthew’s head spun as he began a feeling of joy, the Pinsir’s defeat meaning he would be a surefire capture, only to be disappointed as its eyes shook with anger, the usual white pupils turning a frenzied red. Blinking for a second, Matthew missed the ascent as the beetle pounced like a jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the Heracross. Holding his hands in a tight grip, Matthew gulped once more as the Pinsir howled with a mad passion, punching, kicking and slashing at the opposite bug. With the blue beetle dropping to the floor, Matthew could do nothing but watch in shock as the angry pinsir grabbed a firm hold of its horn, the tug of strength causing the horn to crook

Quicker than you could blink, the dung beetle pounced forward like some sort of jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the hovering Heracross. Howling with a mad passion: the Pincer began punching, kicking, and slashing in an unruly manner. The blue bug dropped to the floor with the brown’s on top, the angry Pinsir grabbing a firm hold of its lengthy horn. What would soon follow you could barely watch, the slow but firm tug of Pinsir’s arms on the Heracross’ horn which was beginning to crook much further than it should. The helpless beetle began struggling wildly and howling in sheer agony as its horn slipped further back and the fuelled Pinsir increased his tug. Wailing and shouting the Heracross complained as the tug got worse.

Sealing his eyes shut, Matthew heart the unpleasant shrill of a wishbone snapping, his imagination portraying a perfect picture of what was happing ahead of him. With the wail of torture became a crescendo into a deafening climax before nothing at all. Grimly and slowly opening his eyes, Matthew saw a shocking sight ahead of him as he struggle to breathe, covering his mouth as he saw the Pinsir tearing at the Heracross’ limbs from its carcass. Another deafening shriek roared through the jungle with the Pinsir’s victory as Matthew turned back to the Castform frantically hovering over the woods. Giving a symbol of him being OK, Matthew noticed a large trunk with enough rot to be uprooted, as well a set of slats near the cliff edge and a clove of Nanab Berries. Giving the symbol to Nimbus as he pointed around the direction through his hand signals, Matthew quickly thought of a way to get the Pinsir to go over to the trap.

“Nimbus, the Pinsir should be hungry after that brawl so those Nanab Berries should be good enough. If not, use a Sweet Scent to waft over the pleasant smell. If, and only if the Pinsir gets aggressive and attacks us, use a Fire Spin and Fire Blast to protect us. Be warned though, this is only if he attacks us first. I don’t want to get in trouble with the site staff.

-Hayward-
10th August 2009, 12:57 AM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a fist in your face and little time to spare you go with your gut and drop down like a tonne of bricks. Bowing until your nose touched the pebbly floor below, you can only hope Kaito hears you out. You plea desperately, to a point where the twisted monk is grinning at your pitiful pose. You then begin to retell the unfortunate tale of your haphazard travel to the tropical mountains, Kaito’s eyebrow traveling ever further up his head at what he considered to be a weak cover story. Finishing, you squat even lower, to a point you can smell the fertiliser scattered upon the golden pasture, desperately begging for a meeting with Master Sensei – the only man capable of sending you home. Kaito’s grin of muse suddenly switches to a look of daggers.

“Lies!” he responds bluntly.

“He is telling the truth Kai!” She cries weakly, “I can sense it – Hale-san has a good heart!” For once, the monk looks undecided, breaking eye contact as a flood of confusion overcomes his judgment. By this point a small crowd was beginning to form, plump tanned women carrying baskets ragged full of clothing and large clay jugs rimmed to the top with fresh mountain water. Much to your angst, the workers looked just as worried as Yuri, whispering to one another and shrewdly pointing fingers. Kaito sighs, it was clear as day he’d overreacted, but one could only guess he was far too hot-headed to admit it.

“I should have known you could not be a spy!” The monk spits, eying up the comatose Medeo limp on your shoulder with the echoes of a famished stomach shrill as always, “Your Medite’s hunger is a sign of weakness; a true Meditite can fast for months, a single berry keeping it alive.” Kaito clenched a fist, his brow crumpled into a firm scowl as he raised a red and white sphere to his face from the tips of his fingers. He looked just about ready to fight it out, Yuri’s Spinda ditsily toddling to her side and cuddling her leg in fright. The strong breeze suddenly settles, the whispers settling as you wonder what had happened. The women in rags suddenly drop to their feet, gasping in the presence of an unknown figure. Yuri then slouches and tugs your leg to do the same as you uncoordinatedly look for what all the hustle and bustle is about.

“Settle down Kaito, there are more to some than meets the eye”, the figure says softly, Kaito’s face blushing with humiliation as though he was a schoolyard bully just caught picking on the new kid. Whilst low on the ground as a clear gesture of respect, you cautiously tilt your head up to notice a short man in scarlet robes sporting a jet-black sash. His lengthy hair was gray and matted, his eyes squinted and his face aged and wrinkled. Out of his button nose trailed a bushy stash almost covering his mouth, his thick eyebrows sporting a similar texture. The man trailed up and down with his stout arms fastened behind his back. He was clearly trapped in deep thought, muttering to himself as his grey whiskers fiddled up and down. As you face the cobbled floor below, you hear the man’s footprints grow ever louder as his sandaled feet jut out beneath your head. Yuri suddenly ups to her feet, tugging you up as she does so.

“Master Sensei,” addresses the monk, fixing her smile once more, “This is Benjamin, he has traveled from far away. If it is not any trouble he would like your assistance in returning to his homeland.” Sensei nods in understanding, holding his hand to his head and pacing up and down once more. Whilst fixated on the elder, you can’t help feel Kaito’s nasty stare from the corner of your eye. Yuri bites her lip in hesitation, all the while the other workers rush back to their duties. You notice Sensei’s arm suddenly shoot up as though he was struck with an idea, still you remain silent, all ears for a friendly proposition.

“You may stay the night whilst your Pok&#233;mon rests,” the elder slowly utters to your relief, “However, for my kind fruits of hospitality I shall need you to help Yuri with her responsibilities.”

“But Master!” Kaito pleads.
“Not another word from you,” Sensei replies.
“But we know nothing about this intruder,” continues the monk.

“Do not judge a horse by its saddle, we must get to know Hale-San if we are to trust him.” With that, Sensei sends a stern gesture to Kaito to signal the end of their conversation. The boy grumbles to himself, gnashing his teeth as he clips the unused Pokeball back onto his sash. Yuri abruptly lowers her head in panic as he storms past, stylishly bounding onto the orange-slated rooftop of the block of houses as he makes a quick getaway. The elderly man shrugs, the small Spinda unwrapping from her trainer and leisurely plopping herself onto the floor.

“I some times worry about that boy... He is reckless, impatient,” Sensei sighs, Yuri looking just as troubled for the boy she shared blood with. He quickly wipes away the look of unease and turns to the two of you with a weak smile, “So, Yuri, Benjamin, if you are happy to work until midday I will return to my meditation. Do you accept?” Yuri nods instantly, her face flushed as she smiles embarrassed in your direction. Nobody can tell you what lies ahead, so you could pay your debts with some old-fashioned labour or make your way out of the oriental village and hope for another way home.

What will you do?




In a small mountain village on the tropical Island of Lyanazia, the female monk Yuri turned to Ben, an ear-to-ear smile on her face, anxiously anticipating his response. She didn’t have long to wait however, as the boy put on a grin, enthusiastically nodded his agreement, and cheerfully replied, “That’s it?! How hard can a few chores be?! You bet I’ll help!”

Suddenly though, Ben remembered that he was in the presence of the highly esteemed Master Sensei, and bowing respectfully to the elderly gentleman once again, sincerely thanked him for his kindness. Adopting a more serious tone, he remarked as courteously as possible, “I am humbled by your kindness and incredibly grateful for your benevolent offer, sir.”

Putting on a determined expression, the boy continued, hoping he was being polite and sophisticated enough for one as distinguished as the elderly chieftain. “I vow to labor with paramount effort to repay you for your magnanimous generosity. Furthermore, I’m convinced that my traveling companions share my sentiment and would be delighted to lend their assistance.”

With that, he shifted the lethargic Meditite on his back, reached into the brown canvas messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and quickly withdrew three dissimilar Pokeballs, housing three dissimilar Pokemon. The first two capture capsules were customized -- a lovely shade of pink and a cool steely silver -- while the third sported the red and white hemispheres of the traditional Pokeball. Pressing the round trigger switch on each containment orb in turn, the boy watched as a trio of brilliant scarlet flashes momentarily illuminated the courtyard, followed by a small monochromatic wolfpup, a chubby yellow-gold sumo wrestler, and an aggressive-looking river crab.

Turning to the tiny threesome, Ben briefly outlined the situation. “Master Sensei is going to let us stay in his village tonight while Medeo recuperates, but he wants us to help out Yuri here with her chores. What do you say, mates? You up for a bit of work?”

Ever eager to please her trainer, the diminutive Poochyena barked happily and ran in excited circles around Ben’s legs. “Okay, you’re in girl,” he laughed, bending over to playfully rub the Bite Pokemon behind the ears, before glancing at the cranky crustacean and the portly pugilist. “How about you two?”

On the outside chance anyone in the crowd had failed to see the musculature hidden beneath his Thick Fat, the bulky Makuhita paraded around the courtyard flexing his arms pompously, while the Krabby, also seeking an audience and not to be outdone, scuttled to and fro, clacking his claws together noisily. Seeing the ostentatious antics of his two macho comrades, Ben sweatdropped and put on a slightly embarrassed expression as he watched the pretentious pair. “Right…” he replied sheepishly.

Truth be told, Ben felt very fortunate. He had gotten off pretty easy. A violent altercation with Kaito had been avoided, leaving Ben’s face intact, while Master Sensei had only asked him to work for his lodging, something Ben had grown accustomed to doing since he had arrived in the land of FB.

The trainer turned to the village girl and grinned. “I don’t know what your tasks are, but me and my team will have them done in no time. Sumeo’s strong and can carry heavy loads, Keo’s good at chopping firewood, and Hyneo and I’ll help you any way we can.” The boy grinned again and shifted the sleepy Medeo for the second time.

“I only have one question, ‘Is there somewhere safe I can put Medeo down to rest for a while?’ All this bowing… He’s breaking my back!”

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Arc_Angel
13th August 2009, 11:43 AM
The Sundial

Arc Angel: The twisted game continues, and with a torrential downpour and harsh tides causing your makeshift raft to tip in all directions, your find yourself gasping for each breath and gripping to the makeshift raft for your life. With another life in your hands your franticly cradle the baby Aipom in your jumper before hampering the attire around your neck with your free hands gripping a hold of the crusted shells and starfish jutted across the raft providing some much-needed friction. With that done you go for a second switcheroo, not too keen to drop into the murky depths forever induced in the Will-O’s coma. Hurling the plain Poke ball which cracks against the raft, an unstable bolt of plasma suddenly takes form with a malicious grin. Following your team’s disclosure in light of the crazy situation, Rapture zips to your side as you scream the worn-out explanation above the deafening thunder and orca cries, volleying a quick command to the mischievous Rapture. The hyper bolt skims across the water at the speed of light, the stormy atmosphere giving him some extra oomph despite the bothersome waves. A set of cyan eyes suddenly make themselves clear amidst the black sea, a mountain of water rising as the giant Kyogre began to emerge. Slowly bounding from the depths, the bloodcurdling sea monster glides through the showery expanse before meeting eyes with Rotom. Despite scared stiff by its legendary grimace, the plasma Pokémon trusts on your words and whizzes into the thick of the illusion before releasing a widespread Shock Wave. Flickering Yellow bolts suddenly consume Kyogre with the water working its trick as a perfect conductor. Crackling with electricity the mighty beast suddenly explodes as blasts of white froth splash across the raft which barely held its momentum. A moment passes and the black clouds begin to pass, the pirate’s fairy tale ending with the stormy seas settling. Rapture hovers your way with a cheeky grin, ready to hug you if it wasn’t for his unstable self. Followed by another trip of wooziness, the room takes shape once more, your clothes dry and untouched despite your heart racing with adrenaline. With the wisp swirling to centre stage, you can only brace yourself for a final round filled with unbearable heat... Nothing happened... You open your eyes, the spirit in its regular form with its tendrils pulsating with flickers of light. Her pallid face was as crystal clear as always, she showed no signs of transforming.

“Overcoming extreme weather, the Sun Dial is ahead. Be gone” with her final words spoken, the odd spirit begins spiralling into the central fountain like a bath of water gushing into a plughole. Her essence flowed down the ominous fount leaving its black cavity filled with a slowly dimming light. Just a second later the torches ignite with a habitual golden orange as the clicking of the unseen cogs behind the sandy walls echoed against the shrine. With a rough grumble, the walls before you unbolt and slide away, leaving wide door emanating with golden rays. The bombshell of light glows across the dingy room, welcoming the sights of nasty cobwebs and shattered bones you’d rather not have seen. You hesitantly amble across the tattered-tile flooring, recognising some of the hieroglyphics as those chizzled against the raft you’d not so long ago sailed. With you and your ragtag crew amply in tow, you squint toward the newfound opening, the unnatural radiance suggesting it was a rift to another dimension. It’d be anyone’s first choice to investigate the lively door, but time was in short supply as the jungle beyond was dead beat by an unbearable sunburst. With that notion you charge to the door, holding the brick trimmings whilst staring into the golden yonder. There appeared to be a round pedestal bobbing a beeline from your whereabouts, despite the fact there was no solid trail. “Croaga!” the traitor croaks, hopping into the dimension rested neatly on an invisible platform. Although Spiritomb grunts at the crouched toad for leaping from his watchful eye, he’d managed to shed light on the invisible bridge making the route much easier. Taking your first step you squint toward the glowing pedestal, shining viciously as if crafted by Arceus itself. Supported by the translucent flooring you amble to the pedestal’s edge, welcomed by a cylinder-shaped object bearing ancient hieroglyphics. Painted a lustrous gold, panels on the dial lit up in your presence: an orange sun pointing north, a navy raincloud pointing south, a turquoise funnel cloud pointing east and an auburn twister pointing west. On the clock’s face was a long arrow stretching north, you could only guess the slimy toad beside you had knocked it onto the sunny axis. To no avail the arrow wouldn’t budge, stiff to your tugging and requiring a much stronger touch. What will you do?

This was not the kind of holiday she wanted to take, stranded in the middle of an imaginary ocean in the middle of an imaginary storm that felt so very real, so much infact Stacey was sure she was coming down with a cold. Sneezing loudly she received looks of disgust from Croagunk and Jericho, Reaper was too focused on remaining on the raft the the babeh Aipom clinging to her chest was not at all amused by the situation bawling loudly. It took few minutes of fumbling around whilst desparately hanging onto the raft to get Cadaver's Ghost ball out returning him to the relative safety of its confines and release another creature into the torrential downpour. Rapture looked about her new surroundings with glee, what a wonderful setting there, were there friends in those clouds shooting beautiful thunders. Head in the clouds almost litterally she began to dance back and forth causing the group to sigh and Jericho to yell out insults at her sanity causing the Rotom to turn around sticking her tongue out.

Shivering heavily now Stacey managed to utter the words "Shock Wave" before she sneezed again. Rapture giggled at the thought of creating her own light show and in a moment of clarity zipped away from the soaked crew to a spot in the middle of the ocean. Suddenly the ocean seemed to part as if by some heavenly force as an enormous mammoth of the sea arose. Rapture began to shiver at the sight of the legedary Kyogre and cast a look back to the tin dot that was her trainer in the distance, a look that said 'Are you insane!!'. Unable to ascertain if she was and little time available before she became lunch Rapture turned back to the water beast charging up electricity in her plasma body. With a loud cry the pwer of her Shock Wave was unleashed the electricity coursing through the water-made Kyogre causing a screech of pain to erupt from its lips. It soon exploded in a shower of water feeding the waves further causing the raft to nearly spill its occupants overboard before the storm disappated, almost as soon as it had come. Now on calm water Rapure floated over with a big grin on her face sparking happily almost daring to hug her trainer before remembering she was still soaking wet.

Soon the familiar feel of a migraine returning hit her as the room spun and the water washed away leaving the young woman standing on safe steady ground. Closing her eyes she waited for what she felt would be the next stages of this depraved game and after a few minutes sighed with annoyance opening her eyes to see the wisp staring at her like she was mad. Stacey rolled her eyes really wishing the firefly had some form so she punch her.

“Overcoming extreme weather, the Sun Dial is ahead. Be gone” she said in her ever so charming way as she spirralled into the centre of the room like water down a plug hole.

'Rather fitting, wash away the crap,' Stacey thought glad to be rid of the being. The torches in the room sprung to life as the walls began to grind and shift, pulling apart to reveal a large doorway, light shining from the corridor beyond illuminating several rather unpleasant sights it held. Stacey gave a big sigh beginning to feel like she was making progress as she started to walk down the corridor Jericho, Reaper and Croagunk following/dragged. The walls were covered in hieroglyphics very similar to the ones she had barely noticed on the raft she had so desparately clung to. The further down the corridor she traversed ignoring the sight of bones that could have belonged to either person or Pokemon she saw that the light was growng bolder as did Stacey's hope. Running the last few steps she found he source of the light, a hovering pedestal but, where was the ground? Peering down into nothingness Stacey began to wonder if this was one of the wisps tricks when Croagunk leap against his bonds and landed on ... nothing. Well it had to be something, an invisible platform perhaps? Reaper's eyes narrowed at the wayward froggie, he would keep a tighter reign next time but at least he had been helpful. Shrugging, her mind possibly still frazzled from the games Stacey walked onto the platform feeling it sturdy under foot and continued on forward towards the Pedestal. Jericho decided to show off by floating around the platforms yelling "Look Mama, no feet," as the group yelled at him to shut then laughing as he accidentally hit one of the platforms. He floated back up sporting a bruise on his noggin and and sour look on his face as Stacey grinned in an 'I told you so' way.

Looking down at the pedestal as she arrived at its base she noticed how gorgeous it was, glowing golden as if crafted by the Gods. The top panels lit up with her presence and revealed 4 pictures, a navy raincloud pointing south a turquoise funnel poining east, an auburn twist pointing west and finally a bright sun pointing north. The arrow on the sundial was stuck to the sunny position and judging by the guilty look on Croagunk's face she guessed he knocked it there. It needed to be south and Stacey grasped the dial pulling hard nearly falling over from the effort but was unable to shift it. Placing her hand on her hips she stared at the pedestal angrily, stupid obstacle. She saw a violet wispy hand form around the dial as Reaper tried his luck finding himself unable also.

"Stand back weaklings, let Super-Jericho try," the teal Koffing announced as every turned to face him.

"With what dumbarse, you have no hands," Stacey remarked as Jericho quickly shut up and bobbed off hautily muttered about how they were all a bunch of ***-clowns who didn't appreciate his awesomeness.

Stacey pulled a Pokeball from her belt and let loose its occupant, a small Teddy Bear who looked down at the invisible floor in alarm. Picking her up before she had a heart attack, Stacey placed her on the sundial.

"Maddie, we need some strength so who better than you to show these fella's how its done," she said as the Teddiursa grinned flexing her little muscles. Ignoring Jericho's shocked words feeling a stab at his masculinity and Reaper's incredulous look Maddie tightened the bracer on her wrist and held onto the dial point.

"Okay, use you Strength to pull the dial clockwise down to the south position where the raincloud picture is." Maddie nodded familiarising herself with the pictures before she began to tug.

PeeGee
17th August 2009, 12:04 PM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: With Sunny’s newfound metamorphosis done and dusted it seemed you’d found a chink in the shadow Pokémon’s sinister blue armour. With evil-sunny sound asleep you order another set of orders with a certain streak of confidence glowing across your face. The sunflower shares your sentiment, skipping forward with his new legs and leisurely swaying his new leafy arms. Snoring rowdily, the grey kernel sits sound in its place on the cold tiled flooring with a small snot bubble expanding on one of its nostrils rather cutely. The Sunflora looks on with a hardened stare, raising his stems skyward and absorbing what he could from the dim glow. You awkwardly look on with baited breath as Sunny blushes a bright green with her petals photosynthesizing at a much slower pace than usual. Lucky for some you had all the time in the world, and as a couple of minutes pass, the golden flower grins having soaked up enough energy. With the drowsy doppelganger yawning and flickering its beady red eyes, Sunny takes no time to fire off the Beam, unyapping his mouth as a shaft of Solar energy floods forward causing you to squint at its blinding radiance. Completely carpeting the small Sunkern, the blast sends it flailing rearward like a feather caught in a thick airstream. The flare of power disperses upon meeting the stone walls, the tattered foe coming back into view. It groaned angrily as if it didn’t know what hit it, notable scuffs and bruises now patterning its face as it stood barely inches from the sinister puddle it had emerged from. As Sunny violently unmangles the tiles with its Nature Power, the plant lifelessly drives even further backward, making you hard-pressed to tell if it’s going to fall unconscious as it weakly pivots left and right without showing any sign of reprisal. Barely awake, the shadowy seed tumbles backward, into the black pool!

The inky water begins churning wildly, perhaps too many bubbles rising for them all to be coming from evil-sunny. You gaze on as it whirls uncontrollably, the unsettled caldron sending shivers down your spine. A sense of adventure coaxes you into taking a closer look, or perhaps it was the ominous lake itself tugging you into its evil mitts. Either way, you can’t stop your legs moving as you and the two grass types reach its tiled rim. The gurgling noise grew louder as the pitch-black bubbles frothed upward. Your head suddenly dips, taking a long hard stare into the unsettled pool and noticing your reflection. The reflection of yourself looked back as normal, his face of bewilderment matching yours to a t. The wicked tree had fallen to the same spell, fixated on the pool as it swirled and swirled and swirled... Suddenly! The inky water switched course and began flooding upward as though a Snorlax had just cannonballed into its centre. The ascendant waterfall causes you to jerk back in panic, Zoran managing to keep you upright as the spew of black vapour sprays against your faces. Suddenly two figures step out of the cascade, each with a face you could never forget. One was yours after all.

“Kamras, Kamras, Kamras”, he drones playfully, “Oh so predictable. I should have known you’d jump to the chance to evolve your Pokémon. You are me, after all”. The man twin titters to himself, looking down at you with a teasing grin. As with Sunny, the man looked no different to yourself, down to every freckle and hair strand. Of course, his skin seemed much paler, and his iris tinted a bloody red. Zoran grunts, the wicked Pokémon clenching his fists as the doppelganger does the exact same. You then hustle backward slightly, upping to your feet and weakly staring onward at the evil twin. Cradled within his arms was the shadow kernel you’d recently thought, as you catch a glimpse of the worn-out seed, the boy smiles once more.

“That was unfair”, he spits, “so let’s even the odds, one on one. No interruptions”, he finishes, looking distinctly at his own partner and Zoran. He fingers through his pocket giving you a stir of dejavu. Revealing a yellow, sun-shaped trinket, the twin then plonking the jagged stone onto his kernel’s glossy skin. The bad seed then flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage so he matched his counterpart. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, revealing a dreary gray sunflower with a nasty scowl as his wriggled out of his trainer’s arms. Bad-Kamras grins once again, taking a step back as his bruised and mangled Sunflora met eyes with yours. Although the scuffle was drawing closer to an end, the evil adversary would no doubt prove thorny to your triumph.

“Sweet Scent! Grass Whistle! Shadow End!”


I think that it would be best if I told you now that my character's name is Karmas, not Kamras.

Sunny skipped over to his evil twin, while Evil Sunny was still snoozing, before raising his arms to the sky. The sunflower felt as much energy as he could from the dim sunlight, synthesizing the energy much slower than he normally would. Taking in as much energy as he could, Sunny turned his attention towards doppelganger, who was starting to bat open his evil little eyes, and opened his mouth, firing off his Solar Beam. The beam engulfed Evil Sunny and sent him flying backwards, akin to a leaf caught in the wind. The beam dispersed once it hit the back wall, and Karmas could see Evil Sunny again, except now he looked as if he had fought a long and fierce battle, and he was mere inches away from the puddle of vile liquid that he emerged from. Continuing to attack, Sunny lets loose with the Power of Nature, the attack unmangling the tiles around Evil Sunny and sending the evil bulb back even further. Evil Sunny slowly wobbled back and forth, Karmas uncertain as to whether or not he was going to faint, when he fell backwards into the pool from which he had come from.

The pool began to bubble wildly, and the thought that there was too many bubbles for just Evil Sunny cam across Karmas' mind, but as soon as it had appeared the thought disappeared. But still he continued to stare, his sense of adventure drawing closer to the pool, at least Karmas hoped that it was his sense of adventure. Either way Karmas, Zoran and Sunny walked to the rim of the pool, the gurgling noise it was making growing louder and louder as the bubbles began to froth upwards. Suddenly Karmas felt compelled to look at the pool, which he did so, and he saw his relfection, with Zoran feeling the same compulsion. The pool swirled and swirled, until suddenly it burst upwards, as if a Snorlax had jumped into the centre of the pool. The trainer jumped back in surprise, Zoran the only reason that he remained upright, as two figures stepped out of the water. The two figures were very familiar to the trainer, after all one of them was him.

“Karmas, Karmas, Karmas,” he drones playfully, “Oh so predictable. I should have known you’d jump to the chance to evolve your Pokémon. You are me, after all.”

Just as Evil Sunny was identical to Sunny except for several colour changes, Evil Karmas was identical to the trainer. The only differences were that his skin was paler than Karmas' slightly red skin and his eyes were tinted red. As Karmas stared at his doppelganger Zoran stared at his, clenching his fists in fury. To Karmas' surprise cradled in his doppelgangers arms was Evil Sunny! Seeing that Karmas noticed Evil Sunny, Evil Karmas smiled.

“That was unfair,” he spitted, “So let’s even the odds, one on one. No interruptions,” he finished, looking distinctly at his own partner and Zoran.

He rustled through his pockets and pulled out an orange, sun-shaped stone. Karmas gulped as he realised what Evil Karmas was going to do. The moment that the stone touched Evil Sunny's head, the bulb began to glow and in a mere moment he was identical to his good twin. The difference this time was that the evil sunflower was a dreary gray colour. Evil Karmas smiled as Evil Sunny locked eyes with Karmas.

“Sweet Scent! Grass Whistle! Shadow End!”

Karmas turned towards Sunny and quickly gave his next set of orders, not wasting any time.

"Sunny use Grasswhistle while Evil Sunny uses Sweet Scent, and if that doesn't work use Nature Power to stop him from executing Grasswhistle. Even if you put him to sleep still use Nature Power, and finish off with Grass Knot!"

Emp
25th August 2009, 10:14 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: You sigh in despair as you repeatedly pace affront the giant hurdle with its bars weaved with thick vines and its hinges far too tight to be budged. You’d be hard-pressed to open it yourself, and with Morph falling short of the oomph needed to retain his stag transformation, it looked like this setback called for a brawny teammate with the vigour to make easy work of the stiff doorway. You zip open your rucksack, but who would have thought to pack a crowbar, nevertheless another piece of equipment you could improvise a quick entry. With that you neatly lay your Pokeballs on the very rim of the trimmed meadow, fingering over them in an ‘Eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ fashion still stumped as to who could help out. You pause for a moment still and cross-legged as you waver between comrades, still unconvinced that any of your roster could unbolt the heavy gates. Knowing full-well you where getting no further by vacantly weighing up each ball, a lightbulb flickers upon Morph’s noggin as he slugs to your side. Chirping your attention, he wiggles his hips still too worn-out to bodily transform and instead relying on his putty-like limbs. Like some sort of animal-shaped balloon, the Ditto creates a jiggly pair of arms and legs, a stubby tail and a bulbous head before helplessly flopping back to his regular self. The amoeba hadn’t given you much of a clue with his quick misshape, but his faint similarity to a certain T-Rex Pok&#233;mon was enough to get you guessing. The pink blob squeaks and franticly bobs his head, allowing you to quickly scoop up the other balls with one arm and handle the red-white sphere in the other. You take no time to pitch it forward as your other comrades are spilled back into the backpack. The Pokeball ricochets against the golden archway – cracking open against the lush doormat with an explosion of white.

Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a young tyrannosaurus. His smooth hide glistens with a shine of gray as he tilts his head skyward releasing a nerve-racking howl. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Jurasic bobs his head between the golden bars, no doubt sniffing inquisitively for some unsuspecting prey. Morph gulps nervously, thanking god he’s not in his tasty Stantler form. Bobbing his head from the skirts of the doorway, the young dino detects your sombre disposition and grasps he’d been called upon for a much significant undertaking than his morning hunt. Obediently ushering to your side, he’s all ears for your plan as he paws at the towering archway with a competitive smirk beginning to mark his face. Looking up at the tangled fence yourself, your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a deep gruff as Jurasic dips his head and takes a few paces back. As you take to his side, you notice his sapphire helmet glisten a brilliant cyan as he concentrated all force into his skullcap. Eying up the bloomy vines, Cranidos cockily scrapes his foot against the earth before charging recklessly on your mark with the goldenrod entry in sight as you franticly jog in tow. Leaping in mid-air, the hardy fossil hastily ups his pace as fine streams of while flicker from his body continuing to charge forward with the momentum of a battering ram. BAMM! You quickly recoil as your shoulder makes contact with the railings, far too weak to do anything but the same can’t be said for Jurasic! Noggin interlaced with the fortified bars, you hear a nasty ‘ching!’ as the door slowly begins to scrape forward and the raptor decelerates. Jurasic continues to push with all his might, growling desperately as the thick vines begins to stretch and tether. About ten seconds of frenzied bashing ensues until the foliage shreds apart and the doors give way. Still in mid-Headbutt, the Jurassic Pok&#233;mon is comically flung through the breach flailing head-first into the shaggy crown of a blossoming tree. Although bursting to snort at the rex who’s stubby legs were now franticly wriggling as he tried to break out, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Morph amply in tow, still unsure how long the doors would remain unfastened. Meeting the foot of the pinkish sapling, your ears suddenly prickle up to yet another thunderous scrape. Jumpily revolving to source of the grind, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping to a halt, you notice the archway’s thorny vines suddenly coil throughout its railings as though never touched. There was no turning back now, you’d well and truly crossed the threshold between fantasy and reality.

As Jurasic wrestles his way free and drops down to the flowering prairie, you find yourself completely gobsmacked by the newfound vista. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few lollipop-shaped trees glittered a bright pink jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. A bundle of Ponyta grazed on the flourishing lawn below, some chivalrous Rapidash galloping on their outskirt. Both you and the Ditto who had found himself perched on your shoulder once more scanned the garden in marvel, certain you’d seen it all before in the page of a fairy tail. Jurasic however seemed much less immersed, much to your despair. His eyes glistened brightly as he licked his lips and rubbed his stubby hands together: the stack-full of wildlife nibbling on the blooming meadow beginning to tickle his taste buds. Caught in a trance and unsure which species to terrorize first, his razor-like teeth drew bare as he began skipping forward. Once called back into reality by his embarrassed master, he sets his eyes on the same vista as you and Morph: The regal castle.

Just a few hilltops beyond stood the whitewash palace, its broad face dotted with several towers which spiralled skyward before capping with golden roofs shaped like upside-down ice-cream cones. The tallest of the towers was topped with a flickering flag that you could barely catch from such a distance, the gentle winds allowing it some animation. It was worth noting a Castle so large would have to have a lively population: Kings, Queens, Monarchs, Butlers, Chefs, Maids and all their families. How could that be possible if the area was so untouched? If you knew anything about the Garden of Iris, this would have to be her Castle – and for those seeking adventure the legendary palace would be the place to head. Whilst quaint, the bustling wildlife either side wasn’t going anywhere and the bastion before you was eager to be explored. Morph chirps impatiently, squeezing himself around your noggin and pointing onward. Jurasic on the other hand sniffs about the blushing flora, unaware what trek may be ahead as he playfully chases the Buneary who are far too quick for him. What will you do?

Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Left squeamish and on-edge, you stare vacantly at the brown behemoth that’d just cannibalised his rival in a sort of fierce bug-war. Its feral cry sent a shiver down your spine, its jittery movements causing you to recoil to a point you where a heartbeat from the cliff-edge. Was it worth risking yours and Nimbus’ safety over a capture? All rational had seeped away, this beetle had earned its title as king of the jungle, and its striking verve would make any trainer desperate to capture it. At least a male one pumped with testosterone. You squeeze the Safari Ball harder than ever, your face scrunched with determination as you consider the possible scenarios ahead – very few seemed promising. The babyish cotton-ball suddenly wriggles out of the canopy, his eyes welled up with tears of trauma as he swoops to your side as tactfully as possible. He wraps his stubby white arms around your head, the soothing warmth of his snugly sunny form giving your head the much needed space to think. Items scattered around the small span jutted out above all else: A clove of Nanab Berries, Some brick tiles and a rickety trunk. With Pinsir left with little left to shred you watch as it rowdily kicks up the grassy terrain below and begins shoving the bone-exposed corpse of the disfigured Heracross into the small burrow. You almost wrench, covering your mouth in best efforts to remain unnoticed crouched behind a thin layer of thickets.

This wasn’t the case. With its blinded rage withering and the territorial scrap done and dusted, the Pinsir’s slit-like nostrils begins flaring as it warily paced about the frayed battlefield. Another Heracross dare challenge its throne? This wasn’t the case, as the scent it’d caught was yours! Growling wildly as his horny pincers clacked together, his eyes settled on your not-so-discrete hiding spot. Boy oh boy where you in for some trouble, stuttering the plan to Nimbus as the foe clenched his fist and unfastened his askew jaws. Despite a glint of fear in his beady eyes, the Castform bobs his head and hovers into the Nanab tree where he bites off a clove, settling in a small bush below as he did with Cherubi. With a nerve-racked swallow, the cloudy Pok&#233;mon weakly inhales before exhaling a puff of golden fragrance which wafts about the ambiance. The Sweet Scent winded through the bushes, wrapping around the burly warrior as it snuffled in bewilderment. The waft of honey sends the dung beetle’s tummy rumbling coaxing it to wonder en route to the fluffy sun-cloud. The blob of orange snickers to himself as the whiff works its magic, however a sad reality soon begins shaking him as the beetle draws ever nearer. There wasn’t much of a stage 2, Nimbus whimpering in a state of panic as the tranced Pinsir reaches the foot of the stench.

“Kaaiii!” The beetle snaps gruffly, sniffing about for its grub only to find Castform in its place. Whilst the trap went off without a hitch for the under levelled cherry, the underprepared rehash wasn’t going to go down at all. The enemy growls, snapping its horns in frenzy with the scene of Nimbus on its turf with a clove of its fruit in his mitts only adding to his rage. The beast leaps forward, grappling the small cloud in a tight Bind to a point he can barely breathe. Choking and rasping, the blob does his upmost to wriggle free with no way of conjuring a tongue of flame. You cry in protest as your partner’s face switches purple unable to escape the chokehold. *Sock!* With a stroke of luck, Pinsir releases his deathly squeeze by jabbing the poor cloud in the face with a Brick Break, Nimbus lifelessly floundering into a thorn bush but out of harm's way from suffocation. A heated moment passes, and you almost consider the weather Pok&#233;mon down for the count. He weakly limps out of the hedge, his body reverted to its natural form and his skin patterned with cuts and bruises. One eye was completely shut, a nasty shiner beginning to shape much to your fret. Whilst scared out of his wits, the gray blob began inhaling as his body steamed with a fiery aura. The dung beetle rumbles, mounding over to the thorn bush ready to add Nimbus to his hit-list. Suddenly! The small cloud expels a carroty spitfire which whizzes forward, breaking into a star-shape as it reached the brazen brute. The Blast of Fire blanketed the brown beetle, causing him to screech as his endoskeleton scalded with throbbing blisters. It was just enough to fend the foe off as the black and blue blob waddled to your side. The heat soon settles, the slightly charred crawler reddening with rage as he snorted and charged. Meanwhile, in light of the hazardous status your Pokenav was buzzing and beeping wildly, its LCD display pretty much giving you the go-ahead to do whatever you liked. Nimbus looked as though he could barely take another hit, what will you do?

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a stroke of fortune you drop down to your knees to a point you reach Sensei’s height, smiley faced and dumbfounded you’d be let off so easily. A few chores?! That wouldn’t be too much trouble at all. If anything, it’d be a nice change of pace from the burdens several trainers of Fizzy have on their plates. You eagerly accept, the elder solemnly nodding whilst Yuri’s face flushed pink. The little Spinda lunged forward and flailed her stubby paws animatedly, attempting to give a warm hug to the sleepy chimp dazed on your back.

“Then so it is settled”, the man muffles pleasantly, nodding as you jump back to your feet, “If you don’t mind, I will take Medeo to the Temple to replenish his strength. Meet me there when the rising sun meets the Eagle’s crown” With that, the three of you bob your heads skyward, noticing it was still early sunrise. You then jerk back in awe spotting the greatest mountain on the range settled high up in the clouds, crooked slightly at its peak, two hollows either side of the rocky face. Its coiled summit looked uncannily like a beak, its facial structure giving it the appearance of a magnificent bird. Being nestled way in the middle of misty range, you could only guess the kind elder wanted to summon you at midday giving you a good few hours of manual labour. You crack a slight smile, throwing your shoulder bag onto the ground heavy-minded on rallying a top squad of cohorts skilled in lending a hand to others. You finger through the canvas sack, palming three inch sized spheres as Yuri looks on with piqued curiosity. You press each one’s axis, the three conkers budding to the size of apples. You palm the shiny Steel Ball and glittery Love Ball, grinning as you pitch them both a foot forward against the neatly trimmed lawn. Cracking open with a burst of metallic and pinkish radiance, the balls click shut to reveal chubby sumo and a greyish pooch. The former is quick to release a cute yawn as he stretches his stubby arms, plodding about the newfound environment as the wet blades dampened his bare feet. The latter howls zealously sniffing about at the two strangers, pawing at Yuri’s skirt as she scratches the back of the pup’s ear in return. With a hand free you enlarge a standard Poke Ball, bringing the trio to a complete as you spin it forward. Clacking out of the red-white sphere in a spur of light, an orange crustacean scurries sideways whilst clicking his pincers vivaciously. All where more than happy to get some fresh air, and they’d no doubt make your jobs much easier.

“Excellent!” Yuri smiles, itching around to pups collar again as she wags her tail excitedly, “Poochyena and Krabby will be ideal for farm work, perhaps Makuhita will shine under kitchen duty”

“Your enthusiasm brings me a warm feeling Yuri”, the grand master responds, “Whilst you shall be showing this boy the ropes, I feel it is important he and his friends work unassisted. He who depends on himself will attain the greatest happiness.” The elder bows before you both, slowly revolving as he paces back up the well-beaten path. You notice the grainy trail he followed snaking from the village’s centre, creeping outward and upward to a rickety bridge. Shortly beyond the bridge was a circular cliff-face, upon it stood a red-bricked sanctuary, rimmed a brilliant golden which shimmered off of the sun’s rays. Its curvy slate roof was supported by tall pillars, however your eyes could barely make out much detail from the distance. Whilst you squint in awe at the Master’s temple, you feel Keo pinch your knee as Hyneo chased the dandelion seeds bobbing in the breeze, pouncing to no avail. Yuri’s Spinda waddles up to Sumeo, switching to a goofy smile and shaking his mitt.

“If Sensei has summoned you hale-San, you must not be late. Let’s go!” She says, throwing her wicker hat back on and grabbing the baby panda by the hand, “you too Su Lin!” With that you round up your motley troop and begin strolling in tow of the monk whilst keeping a keen eye on the oriental civilisation, spotting a few of the villagers staring on timidly from the corner of your eye. It was obvious enough they weren’t used to visitors in their mountain hideaway, the faint whispers bringing on a glint of paranoia as you can only guess the kind of rumours being passed. This feeling soon passes as you bypass the cluster of oak houses draped with paper flaps and meet the outskirts of the settlement. Yuri grinds to a halt above a small bump in the meadow, coaxing you to jog to her point wondering what you’d find over the hill. The three helpers scamper in tow in an orderly queue, the pooch competitively wriggling past the other two in hopes of getting the first glimpse.

“This is the Mareep farm”, she says waving her hand over the breezy dip, “We must collect their wool for clothes, but they won’t be so keen to give it away”. You gaze across the green prairie in awe, and what looked like yellow balls of cotton candy grazing across it. The pasture was about the size of a football field, chocked full of about thirty or so Mareep aimlessly wondering about. You then notice a pen at the edge of the meadow with about half a dozen empty sacks – your job seemed to be coming to light. The herd of sheep bah lazily as they scuttle about slightly, each in their own world.

“You will need to come up with a way of herding the Mareep into the pen so we can shear their wool. It’s harder than it looks Hale-san, they don’t react to much”, Yuri grins. She then picks up Su Lin and strolls down to the auburn shed below, unbolting a small fence for the livestock to enter through. Whilst the female worker could probably do it all by herself, today was your time to shine and impress the doubtful villagers. What will you do and how will you do it?

The Lost Jungles

Arc Angel: You take a few small paces back, eying up the stunning piece as you unroll your sleeves. You’d been pushed to your limits and each harsh obstacle another sending you closer to the edge. The desolation the elderly gypsy had thrown you under was beginning to way up, the notions of paranoia echoing about your subconscious chiselling at every thread of endurance and you were just about to crack. Not this time, no siree you were stronger than that, or so you told yourself. With a determined grin you bind your palms against the triangular overhang wedged very tightly north. As each finger settles on the aurous ridge, you feel a slight tingling pulse from your finger tips down to your body. It was time. You lean rearward, shifting all of your weight to the back as you hope to trigger some movement. Still rigid as ever, you squash one foot onto the dial’s plane, towing if all your strength as you bite your lip in concentration. Huffing and puffing as you scramble into different positions tugging with all your might, the dust quickly settles and you realise it wasn’t going to budge under your doing. Spiritomb swirls over your shoulder like a nerve-jangling breeze, a few green balls spewing from his essence and mantling across the dial’s handle. Whilst strong enough to leash a skilful toad with no trouble at all, the dark spews of purple failed to do much either. You both untwine from the tangled embrace, at a loss for the manpower, even with Jericho’s ego.

You pause for a second, wondering if the shimmering face was even supposed to be shunted or if there was more too it. You where just about done with mind games, so you fiddle with your varied repertoire of balls fastened to your attire, plucking a tasty looking capture device which looked like a chocolate bonbon. You raise the Malteaser an inch above your waist, thumbing it to the size of a spherical Easter Egg as it gave off a sweet whiff. Not in the ideal space to pitch it forward, you balance the Chocolate Ball atop of your open palms as it cracks open by itself. An explosion of auburn light colours the golden walls for a split second, the spur of sweet radiance soon dimming to showcase a stubby little bear cub which yawns cutely as it stretches its fluffy limbs. She suddenly leaps to your arms in fear, weakly opening her beady eyes only to find the two of you completely walking on air. As she grips against your body like a Koala Bear, you take little time to plop her on the primordial clockface with another task at hand. It was time for the teddy to show the boys a real show of strength, much to their humiliation. Maddie paces up and down the dial, coming to a stop at the overhang and walking back round. She stared at the abstract illustrations like they were pictures in a story book, her ears prickled to your instructions as she went along. The grizzly flexes her muscles slightly, rolling her flowery bangle back as her claws drew bare from her otherwise cute mitts. She then places the two paws on the face of the extension, her nose flared and brow scrunched as she began shifting her weight forward. You watch in wonder as the clock began to move, a low bellow echoing across the insane dimension as the slabs of gold scraped against each over. Slowly but surely the dial’s finger budged clockwise, the small teddy gritting and snorting as she rammed her whole body forward.

After a good five minutes turned into a show of Strength, the cub finally howls at the impressive feat with overhang now facing a good deal south. The victory jig is short-lived however, as the raincloud illustration flickers a glowing Navy, the creaky hollow of thunder sounding although this time you can’t be sure if it’s a mind trick or not. The Sun Dial begins glowing a blinding yellow as you, the bear and the frog suddenly feel your feet pick up beneath you. You flail your arms about wondering what the hell is going on, the shiny tunics and patterned walls fading to black as you drift upward and onward in the dark abyss. Suddenly! You wince as a queasy feeling takes charge, the world around you spinning drastically as a deafening drone you could only compare to a steam train shooting past. You lost sight of Maddie, Jericho and Reaper – even the two followers had broke out of your mitts as you feel yourself thrust through the universe in less than a few seconds

*Thud!*

*Patter*

*Patter*

An unknown amount of time passes, and you wearily open your eyes, the heavy droplets of rain patting against your muddy face. You clamber to your feet, wiping the wet streaks of hair from your face as days events come into realisation. Something felt different about your surroundings, the crooked trees honing a feral disposition and the quick downpour leaving little wildlife unhidden. It isn’t long before a messy Koffing pushes its way through a thick of muddy undergrowth, cussing at the state of his garments yet you couldn’t be happier to see a familiar face. You pace about the cluster of large shrubs, turning every leaf you come across in search of the remaining four. A sudden glimmer of purple and green catches your eye, as you and Jericho weakly dash to a cliff edge where Reaper’s Keystone was barely settled. Palming the snoozing spectre you check the landscape for signs of your remaining comrades. The drop in terrain scoped across the entire horizon, watching as a few Wingull flew across the ravine only hoping the baby chimp and bear cub hadn’t warped too close to the fifty-foot drop. Suddenly you notice an uprooted log begin rumbling wildly. A set of goldy brown feet pop from the log’s midpoint, the legged cylinder now stumbling dizzily as a set of arms ripped free. The clawed paws then slash frantically at the rest of the log, Maddie’s face panning into view amidst the chippings of lumber flying about. That was your own three down, but where were the others? You continue to chase through the dark jungle’s edge, calling desperately for the infant you’d swore to protect – heck, even Croagunk’s face wouldn’t be too bad at this point. Spending a few minutes blindly shaking through the thick shrubbery you suddenly feel another presence – an unsettling vibe running through your limbs before you even made eye contact.

“You!” a mysterious voice rasps, “You must the one they call ‘Arc Angel’” You suddenly flip to your rear in panic, noticing a group of about a dozen or so cloaked figures with their faces shadowed out. The head of the group, the man calling your attention by your rarely given pseudonym seemed slightly taller than the henchmen, a curved wooden staff held in his grasp tipped a deep scarlet. His other arm was outstretched and patting- Croagunk!? Why that dirty double-crosser! I guess nothing less could be expected from the shifty amphibian, but that didn’t stop Reaper from bursting out of the keystone with each of his personalities feeling a distinct sensation of rage.

“You’ve played your part well, none of us would be here without you”, the man said in a snarky tone, his voice far too powerful to be taken lightly, “But now my fair angel, you must be put to rest. Kill them! Kill them all!”

With that, the henchmen began jeering passionately, and as they did so the man banged his staff against the floor causing it to pulse with a scarlet aura. Summoning two shadowy wisps which snaked across the ground, the staff flashed brightly as the circular shadows ripped through the clammy terra. With a double dose of vicious screams, a Dusclops and a Muk emerged from the shadows with a puff of black smoke. They looked different, both with a streak of monotone colouring and an ominous aura that’d you become somewhat familiar with and grown to fear. Whilst up for another struggle, you’re in no position to even order as the bandaged mummy wiggles his fingers and Disables you from moving an inch. With your arms dead and jaw locked, the two shadow monsters take their pick of your troop as the obscure figures look on with upmost pride. Muk is first to attack, slugging forward and hocking up a slew of Gunk which flings forward and bullets against the shiny sack. You’d never seen the move carried out with such power, the purple Shot cleaving across Jericho for a clean KO. You feel yourself screaming inside as the Cyclops waddles its way to the scared stiff teddy. The dull bandages draped across its body begin to unravel as they travel toward Maddie, wrapping her up and wringing her out with a merciless Bind. The bear splutters and chokes as her mug colours blue, the Beckon Pok&#233;mon keeping to its word as the clench became a strangle. The heartless fiend cackled as the summoned shadows made quick work of your companions, the heady spell still proving effective as you could barely blink. Suddenly!

“Your reign of terror stops right here, Dim Sun!” A womanly voice announces, causing your heart to race with the notion there may still be hope. The thick canopy of trees suddenly give way, a girl with long blonde locks trailing in all directions softy hung in the sky with her arms widespread as a flurry of wind kept her airborne. She elegantly flicks her wrists and the wind disperses, the magical heroine dropping a few feet before you and the foe. She sweeps her hair behind her back and hastily switches into a battle stance.

“You will pay for destroying my beautiful garden, Syrian! Giratina is on his way” she blurts. Right on queue, a magnificent reindeer-like creature swoops from Iris’ trail, sporting a dazzling white coat with a few lime stripes. The lengendary growls cockily as it gallops circles around the trees before reaching the Shadow Dusclops. You notice the few dead thickets it’d rushed across burst in a colourful bloom of flowers, The Beckon Pok&#233;mon grumbling in nausea as he untangled his bandages from the unconscious teddy. The two shadow beasts corner Shaymin, each forming a Shadow Ball with the sight alone causing the sky warrior to cower back into its land form. Syrian and Croagunk snort, the dark master lowering his hood courteously giving you a clear glimpse of his face. He looked like a demon: his iris coloured red and his grinned teeth pointed like fangs. Several scars showed on his pale face, and scarlet veins glowing up his skin giving him the look of a dark sorcerer of unearthly proportions.

“Beautiful Iris, if Giratina is on his way then my plan is sailing smoothly”, he replies calmly, signalling his minions to finish Shaymin. You gulp within your paralysed body, almost as though the two had completely forgotten about you. Iris bites her lip in concentration, stone-faced as she eyed the trembling hedgehog which looked back desperately. Suddenly! The goddess waves an arm in your direction causing your body to spasm back to movement, your first reaction to check up on Maddie and Jericho who where both out cold but still breathing – Reaper was tactfully by your side and Aipom was still nowhere to be found. The man raises his staff in anger, but Iris is quick enough to wave her other arm causing the two Shadow Minions to disperse into nothingness. She runs to your side with a look of terror on her face. Grasping your hands she gently pushes you backward,

“Run my dear!” Iris pleas “Run faster than your legs can carry you and don’t look back!”

Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: My Bad >> Also, I've changed the way Natural Gift is carried out in adventures - it converts the move into any attack of my choice depending on the environment

You rebuttal with a triple threat of counter attacks to claim victory over your doppelganger. There was no way of knowing what evil-Karmas was capable of, but if you could put a thorn in his plans then maybe more could be learned about the Silver Wing. The monotone Sunflower was growling viciously, clearly in no mindset to give up despite the noticeable chinks in his armour. The match would continue on even terms, and only one Karmas could win! Right off the bat, the bad shrub wriggles forward with his maw gaped open. A sudden spray of golden aroma wafts from the Sunflora’s mouth, puffing across the silvery tomb settling with a honey-like scent and downing Sunny with a relaxed vibe. Your comrade stops dead in his tracks, attempting to form a kazoo out of the blades of grass in his mitts but far too unsettled amidst the sweet aroma. The evil trainer grins.

Following up, you coax Sunny into using Nature Power, taking the dark and gloomy environment as inspiration for a Dark Pulse! The black wave of energy bursts from the Sunflora’s body, knocking back the evil counterpart for decent damage. The scuffs are noticeable at this point – his black leaves chipped on the edges and his slender stem coloured with multiple bruises. The shadow menace is completely set back, flinching in fear causing its next attack to go amiss. Failing at that, the shadow type growls in frustration, to envelop in a shadow aura which crackled with pitch-black bolts of lightning. Beginning his advance, evil-Sunny rams into good-sunny for massive damage! The friendly Sunflower flails against the wall taking the biggest blow of the battle. However, an attack with such power was bound with a flip side, chipping away a substantial amount of the shadow shrub’s health to a point it was wallowing in pain. Sunny hops back to his feet, tripping the enemy with a Grass Knot for minor damage – it looked as though the match was almost at an end.

“You may have one up on me – but don’t think I won’t go out with a bang! Full power Shadow End!”

mew-the original
27th August 2009, 11:09 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: You sigh in despair as you repeatedly pace affront the giant hurdle with its bars weaved with thick vines and its hinges far too tight to be budged. You’d be hard-pressed to open it yourself, and with Morph falling short of the oomph needed to retain his stag transformation, it looked like this setback called for a brawny teammate with the vigour to make easy work of the stiff doorway. You zip open your rucksack, but who would have thought to pack a crowbar, nevertheless another piece of equipment you could improvise a quick entry. With that you neatly lay your Pokeballs on the very rim of the trimmed meadow, fingering over them in an ‘Eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ fashion still stumped as to who could help out. You pause for a moment still and cross-legged as you waver between comrades, still unconvinced that any of your roster could unbolt the heavy gates. Knowing full-well you where getting no further by vacantly weighing up each ball, a lightbulb flickers upon Morph’s noggin as he slugs to your side. Chirping your attention, he wiggles his hips still too worn-out to bodily transform and instead relying on his putty-like limbs. Like some sort of animal-shaped balloon, the Ditto creates a jiggly pair of arms and legs, a stubby tail and a bulbous head before helplessly flopping back to his regular self. The amoeba hadn’t given you much of a clue with his quick misshape, but his faint similarity to a certain T-Rex Pokémon was enough to get you guessing. The pink blob squeaks and franticly bobs his head, allowing you to quickly scoop up the other balls with one arm and handle the red-white sphere in the other. You take no time to pitch it forward as your other comrades are spilled back into the backpack. The Pokeball ricochets against the golden archway – cracking open against the lush doormat with an explosion of white.

Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a young tyrannosaurus. His smooth hide glistens with a shine of gray as he tilts his head skyward releasing a nerve-racking howl. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Jurasic bobs his head between the golden bars, no doubt sniffing inquisitively for some unsuspecting prey. Morph gulps nervously, thanking god he’s not in his tasty Stantler form. Bobbing his head from the skirts of the doorway, the young dino detects your sombre disposition and grasps he’d been called upon for a much significant undertaking than his morning hunt. Obediently ushering to your side, he’s all ears for your plan as he paws at the towering archway with a competitive smirk beginning to mark his face. Looking up at the tangled fence yourself, your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a deep gruff as Jurasic dips his head and takes a few paces back. As you take to his side, you notice his sapphire helmet glisten a brilliant cyan as he concentrated all force into his skullcap. Eying up the bloomy vines, Cranidos cockily scrapes his foot against the earth before charging recklessly on your mark with the goldenrod entry in sight as you franticly jog in tow. Leaping in mid-air, the hardy fossil hastily ups his pace as fine streams of while flicker from his body continuing to charge forward with the momentum of a battering ram. BAMM! You quickly recoil as your shoulder makes contact with the railings, far too weak to do anything but the same can’t be said for Jurasic! Noggin interlaced with the fortified bars, you hear a nasty ‘ching!’ as the door slowly begins to scrape forward and the raptor decelerates. Jurasic continues to push with all his might, growling desperately as the thick vines begins to stretch and tether. About ten seconds of frenzied bashing ensues until the foliage shreds apart and the doors give way. Still in mid-Headbutt, the Jurassic Pokémon is comically flung through the breach flailing head-first into the shaggy crown of a blossoming tree. Although bursting to snort at the rex who’s stubby legs were now franticly wriggling as he tried to break out, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Morph amply in tow, still unsure how long the doors would remain unfastened. Meeting the foot of the pinkish sapling, your ears suddenly prickle up to yet another thunderous scrape. Jumpily revolving to source of the grind, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping to a halt, you notice the archway’s thorny vines suddenly coil throughout its railings as though never touched. There was no turning back now, you’d well and truly crossed the threshold between fantasy and reality.

As Jurasic wrestles his way free and drops down to the flowering prairie, you find yourself completely gobsmacked by the newfound vista. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few lollipop-shaped trees glittered a bright pink jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. A bundle of Ponyta grazed on the flourishing lawn below, some chivalrous Rapidash galloping on their outskirt. Both you and the Ditto who had found himself perched on your shoulder once more scanned the garden in marvel, certain you’d seen it all before in the page of a fairy tail. Jurasic however seemed much less immersed, much to your despair. His eyes glistened brightly as he licked his lips and rubbed his stubby hands together: the stack-full of wildlife nibbling on the blooming meadow beginning to tickle his taste buds. Caught in a trance and unsure which species to terrorize first, his razor-like teeth drew bare as he began skipping forward. Once called back into reality by his embarrassed master, he sets his eyes on the same vista as you and Morph: The regal castle.

Just a few hilltops beyond stood the whitewash palace, its broad face dotted with several towers which spiralled skyward before capping with golden roofs shaped like upside-down ice-cream cones. The tallest of the towers was topped with a flickering flag that you could barely catch from such a distance, the gentle winds allowing it some animation. It was worth noting a Castle so large would have to have a lively population: Kings, Queens, Monarchs, Butlers, Chefs, Maids and all their families. How could that be possible if the area was so untouched? If you knew anything about the Garden of Iris, this would have to be her Castle – and for those seeking adventure the legendary palace would be the place to head. Whilst quaint, the bustling wildlife either side wasn’t going anywhere and the bastion before you was eager to be explored. Morph chirps impatiently, squeezing himself around your noggin and pointing onward. Jurasic on the other hand sniffs about the blushing flora, unaware what trek may be ahead as he playfully chases the Buneary who are far too quick for him. What will you do?

While viewing the amazing scenery of the Garden of Iris, a huge, glorious castle caught Tim’s eyes. After hearing rumors about it, Tim was easily able to identify it as Iris’s castle. The whole point of visiting this mystical land was to find adventure, and if he was to find adventure anywhere, surely he’d be able to find something at the beautiful, golden castle of Iris. “Guys, we’re going to the castle just over these hills.” Tim decided, not paying much attention to Jurasic who was “playing” with the nearby pokemon. Morph jiggled with excitement and chirped with glee, the little ball of DNA putty was obviously just as adventurous as its owner had become. “Jurasic! Quit playing around we’re moving on!” Tim yelled out to the naďve dinosaur. Jurasic simply dropped his head in disappointment as he obediently listened to Tim. As the group headed towards the hills Tim couldn’t help but imagine what the castle held. “Could the castle still be as good as new? Does Iris live there? Is it safe? Is it farther away than it seems? I wonder if any interesting pokemon live close by…” all these thoughts crossed Tim’s mind as he and his companions happily strolled down the grassy hills.

-Hayward-
31st August 2009, 2:41 AM

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With a stroke of fortune you drop down to your knees to a point you reach Sensei’s height, smiley faced and dumbfounded you’d be let off so easily. A few chores?! That wouldn’t be too much trouble at all. If anything, it’d be a nice change of pace from the burdens several trainers of Fizzy have on their plates. You eagerly accept, the elder solemnly nodding whilst Yuri’s face flushed pink. The little Spinda lunged forward and flailed her stubby paws animatedly, attempting to give a warm hug to the sleepy chimp dazed on your back.

“Then so it is settled”, the man muffles pleasantly, nodding as you jump back to your feet, “If you don’t mind, I will take Medeo to the Temple to replenish his strength. Meet me there when the rising sun meets the Eagle’s crown” With that, the three of you bob your heads skyward, noticing it was still early sunrise. You then jerk back in awe spotting the greatest mountain on the range settled high up in the clouds, crooked slightly at its peak, two hollows either side of the rocky face. Its coiled summit looked uncannily like a beak, its facial structure giving it the appearance of a magnificent bird. Being nestled way in the middle of misty range, you could only guess the kind elder wanted to summon you at midday giving you a good few hours of manual labour. You crack a slight smile, throwing your shoulder bag onto the ground heavy-minded on rallying a top squad of cohorts skilled in lending a hand to others. You finger through the canvas sack, palming three inch sized spheres as Yuri looks on with piqued curiosity. You press each one’s axis, the three conkers budding to the size of apples. You palm the shiny Steel Ball and glittery Love Ball, grinning as you pitch them both a foot forward against the neatly trimmed lawn. Cracking open with a burst of metallic and pinkish radiance, the balls click shut to reveal chubby sumo and a greyish pooch. The former is quick to release a cute yawn as he stretches his stubby arms, plodding about the newfound environment as the wet blades dampened his bare feet. The latter howls zealously sniffing about at the two strangers, pawing at Yuri’s skirt as she scratches the back of the pup’s ear in return. With a hand free you enlarge a standard Poke Ball, bringing the trio to a complete as you spin it forward. Clacking out of the red-white sphere in a spur of light, an orange crustacean scurries sideways whilst clicking his pincers vivaciously. All where more than happy to get some fresh air, and they’d no doubt make your jobs much easier.

“Excellent!” Yuri smiles, itching around to pups collar again as she wags her tail excitedly, “Poochyena and Krabby will be ideal for farm work, perhaps Makuhita will shine under kitchen duty”

“Your enthusiasm brings me a warm feeling Yuri”, the grand master responds, “Whilst you shall be showing this boy the ropes, I feel it is important he and his friends work unassisted. He who depends on himself will attain the greatest happiness.” The elder bows before you both, slowly revolving as he paces back up the well-beaten path. You notice the grainy trail he followed snaking from the village’s centre, creeping outward and upward to a rickety bridge. Shortly beyond the bridge was a circular cliff-face, upon it stood a red-bricked sanctuary, rimmed a brilliant golden which shimmered off of the sun’s rays. Its curvy slate roof was supported by tall pillars, however your eyes could barely make out much detail from the distance. Whilst you squint in awe at the Master’s temple, you feel Keo pinch your knee as Hyneo chased the dandelion seeds bobbing in the breeze, pouncing to no avail. Yuri’s Spinda waddles up to Sumeo, switching to a goofy smile and shaking his mitt.

“If Sensei has summoned you hale-San, you must not be late. Let’s go!” She says, throwing her wicker hat back on and grabbing the baby panda by the hand, “you too Su Lin!” With that you round up your motley troop and begin strolling in tow of the monk whilst keeping a keen eye on the oriental civilisation, spotting a few of the villagers staring on timidly from the corner of your eye. It was obvious enough they weren’t used to visitors in their mountain hideaway, the faint whispers bringing on a glint of paranoia as you can only guess the kind of rumours being passed. This feeling soon passes as you bypass the cluster of oak houses draped with paper flaps and meet the outskirts of the settlement. Yuri grinds to a halt above a small bump in the meadow, coaxing you to jog to her point wondering what you’d find over the hill. The three helpers scamper in tow in an orderly queue, the pooch competitively wriggling past the other two in hopes of getting the first glimpse.

“This is the Mareep farm”, she says waving her hand over the breezy dip, “We must collect their wool for clothes, but they won’t be so keen to give it away”. You gaze across the green prairie in awe, and what looked like yellow balls of cotton candy grazing across it. The pasture was about the size of a football field, chocked full of about thirty or so Mareep aimlessly wondering about. You then notice a pen at the edge of the meadow with about half a dozen empty sacks – your job seemed to be coming to light. The herd of sheep bah lazily as they scuttle about slightly, each in their own world.

“You will need to come up with a way of herding the Mareep into the pen so we can shear their wool. It’s harder than it looks Hale-san, they don’t react to much”, Yuri grins. She then picks up Su Lin and strolls down to the auburn shed below, unbolting a small fence for the livestock to enter through. Whilst the female worker could probably do it all by herself, today was your time to shine and impress the doubtful villagers. What will you do and how will you do it?

Staring at the field of grazing Mareep, Ben thought hard to come up with a plan to get them back to their enclosure. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled. He had come up with an idea he hoped would work. It would require a team effort and a bit of luck, but Ben was confident his team could pull it off. After all, Mareep were simple, ruminant creatures. Hopefully, like most livestock, they would be easy to deceive.

His mind made up, Ben turned to his trio of diminutive Pokemon and quickly began outlining his strategy. “Alright, Hyneo, in just a bit I’m going to need you to Roar as loudly as you can to get the Mareep off and running.”

The Poochyena barked happily and ran in excited circles around Ben’s legs. Seeing his canine companion’s enthusiasm, the boy laughed and reached down to scratch her behind the ears. “Great!”

Moving on to Sumeo, Ben continued. “Okay, mate, here’s where you come in. I want you to take these two doughnuts.” Here Ben briefly fished around inside his brown canvas messenger bag before producing a pair of sprinkle-covered pastries. Reaching out, he placed them into Sumeo’s chubby little mitt. The Guts Pokemon licked his lips, eyeing the doughnuts hungrily.

“They’re not to eat, mate!” Ben replied quickly, smacking his head in exasperation. “We’re going to use them as bait to try to lure the Mareep back to their enclosure!”

Sumeo’s face fell but the boy took no notice, resuming his stratagem where he left off. “I want you to head down into the middle of the field holding the doughnuts high above your head so the Mareep can see them easily. When you get there, use DOUBLE TEAM. Each of your clones will then be holding two doughnuts also. Hopefully, the Mareep aren’t smart enough to figure it out, and we’ll be able to trick them into thinking there are a bunch of you and a bunch of tasty sweets. Then Hyneo will ROAR to get the flock moving -- you’ll already have their attention, so just head towards their corral. They’ll all follow you back. If there are any stragglers, Hyneo and Keo will deal with them. Simple.”

Keo clacked his claws together noisily in assent, while Hyneo let out another cheerful bark. Sumeo was skeptical however. This was not the first time he had been the decoy in one of the boy’s hair-brained schemes. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy and gave Ben a look that said, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Seeing the hesitant expression on his pudgy little partner’s face, the boy nonchalantly remarked, “Oh it won’t be that bad, mate. I bet there’s not one single Pokemon in all the world that’s more gentle or timid than a Mareep.”

Sumeo threw a doubtful look in the direction of the fluffy quadrupeds, grazing peacefully in the nearby pasture, while Ben thought hard to come up with a way to allay the rotund little Makuhita’s worries. After a moment, he snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “I’ve got it! Keo can cover you with MUD SPORT so you should be fine, even if the Mareep decide to use Thundersh-- uh, hahaha, you’ll be fine. Just don’t touch their wool.”

Unconvinced, Sumeo’s topknot wiggled nervously but Ben casually waved him off. “Oh, you’ll be fine, mate. Don’t be such a big baby. Now, let’s get started. We have a lot of chores to do today, and Master Sensei said we have to be done before the sun reaches the Eagle‘s Crown!”

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Emp
2nd September 2009, 7:57 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: The beautiful white fortress had already set itself apart from the fairy tale garden. The old fables stemming back hundreds of years surely fuelled your ambition, and as your eyes glazed with excitement you can’t help but feel your heart race and your feet pick up. The golden rays of sun wash upon the three of you, a new adventure dawning as you begin making tracks. Ditto squeezes your head as his squishy face tosses from either of your shoulders, Cranidos fidgeting his stubby arms as he sets eyes on a nearby Chatot nest. No time for that my carnivorous comrade! You continue the stroll, to a point minutes pass by as you make your way through a small opening of trees stretching straight to the royal gardens. The worn out path of trimmed grass finally breaks as you’re met by a yellow brick road snaking up a small hill and settling at a few small fields littered with flower beds and brick flags. The tiled ramparts of the washed-out palace, each gold-rimmed window dotted up the towers becoming easier to mark. As you walk through the courts you feel the golden breeze disperse as you reached the Castle’s tall shadow, a large brown door just a beeline ahead. You walk closer, eying up the giant door with a nervous gulp, a heavy yellow doorknob dangling from its oak front. You finger at the handle, lifting it slightly and bustling with anticipation for what would happen next. Suddenly! A slight rustle behind causes your ears to spring up as you twirl about in search of its source. Jurasic barks gruffly, his nose flaring as he pries about the rose bushes with a whiff of the commotion. The flower bed rustles violently, jolting you to the raptor’s side as he bends to the floor set to pounce. “Meep!” The second Jurasic kicks his feet from the ground what appears to be a small flowery Pok&#233;mon scuttles from the bushes in panic! The hedgehog shivers in place, tears streaming down its white cheeks clearly frightened of the dinosaur with its teeth drew bare. Jurasic yaps once more, followed by another whimper from the timid legendary. Its beady eyes shift from side to side as it skittles rearward ever so subtly. With the blink of an eye you spot the Shaymin withdraw into the flowery hedge, swiftly emerging from its crown and clambering up the chains of ivy fastened across the bricked wall. The feisty Jurasic springs forward, missing the hedgehog by about an inch and scraping his stubby claws against the wall of vines to no avail. His arms were too short to scale the hedge, but yours aren’t, what will you do?

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With the young girl leaving the herding in your hands, thousands of thoughts begin spiralling around your head as you gaze about the flock of dazed sheep. Yuri seemed to smirk as she perched herself on a bordering tree branch. You’d have to show off your moves if you wanted to clear the bad name you’d so suddenly received from the other villagers. Hyneo and Sumeo make their way onto the wool ranch, each facing you as you volley forward your clever shepherding strategy. With a set of glazed goods you point the chubby wrestler to the unfastened barn, making sure he didn’t scoff the sugary treats and foil your plan. The female pup is then directed to the opposite end of the barn, a fair pace behind the Mareep with a yowl that may just get them moving. With that you run onto the prairie yourself, the lazy yellow livestock baaing to each over without a clue what you where doing. The Makuhita plods a foot from the open pen, stretching out each stubby foot in a sumo stance, flashing the doughnuts rather than pounding his chest. You pry on in curiosity, noticing a few of the nearby sheep whiffing the sweet scent and slowly standing. Sumeo snorts chirpily, a few tranced sheep already stumbling in his direction. To add insult to injury he then focuses on fashioning Double the charm as a Team of three chunky fighters squat against the damp grass. Not much happens, about four or five curious Mareep scamper forward as it becomes clear baked goods weren’t on their menus, the blades of grass still drawing in any hungry cattle. A sweat drop trickles down your forehead as Yuri looks on in doubt, perhaps Hyneo would save the day as you send her a hand signal. Right on queue, the wolf cub wiggles her bum playfully as she hops from cluster of Mareep to cluster of Mareep, releasing a high pitched squeal as she did so. Much to your relief you notice the woolly Pok&#233;mon spring to their feet to each Roar, the pooch taking the role of sheepdog with no problem! Yuri claps her hands as the livestock pile up in their masses to enter the pen, Sumeo doing a top job of keeping them in the barn, just itching to eat the set of doughnuts nestled within his sugary mitts. About twelve or so more follow the five sheep, the once yellow field looking far less cluttered. With just a few more sheep left to herd, you clap encouragingly as the Poochyena sprawls behind a sleeping Mareep with a naughty grin. Mustering up another cute bark, you notice the small pooch whimper off as the sheep howls grumpily in return. Yellow sparks jolt up and down the static fur, a Thunder Shock knocking the pup onto her back in surprise. At this point, you spot a few of the sheep stumbling out of the jam-packed pen much to your angst. Keo claps his pincers together, scooping up a good bit of dirt as he readies to bother the nasty farm Pok&#233;mon. Noticing it wasn’t all sailing smoothly, the girl hops from her branch and jogs to your side, the small Su Lin tightly piggybacked.

“The male Mareep tend to get rowdy when they reach a certain age”, Yuri explains, “Perhaps I should get working on collecting their wool with Keo whilst you settle this one. A few light-hearted knocks should put it in its place”

Treepandaone
2nd September 2009, 10:17 PM
Safari Zone

Treepandaone: Left squeamish and on-edge, you stare vacantly at the brown behemoth that’d just cannibalised his rival in a sort of fierce bug-war. Its feral cry sent a shiver down your spine, its jittery movements causing you to recoil to a point you where a heartbeat from the cliff-edge. Was it worth risking yours and Nimbus’ safety over a capture? All rational had seeped away, this beetle had earned its title as king of the jungle, and its striking verve would make any trainer desperate to capture it. At least a male one pumped with testosterone. You squeeze the Safari Ball harder than ever, your face scrunched with determination as you consider the possible scenarios ahead – very few seemed promising. The babyish cotton-ball suddenly wriggles out of the canopy, his eyes welled up with tears of trauma as he swoops to your side as tactfully as possible. He wraps his stubby white arms around your head, the soothing warmth of his snugly sunny form giving your head the much needed space to think. Items scattered around the small span jutted out above all else: A clove of Nanab Berries, Some brick tiles and a rickety trunk. With Pinsir left with little left to shred you watch as it rowdily kicks up the grassy terrain below and begins shoving the bone-exposed corpse of the disfigured Heracross into the small burrow. You almost wrench, covering your mouth in best efforts to remain unnoticed crouched behind a thin layer of thickets.

This wasn’t the case. With its blinded rage withering and the territorial scrap done and dusted, the Pinsir’s slit-like nostrils begins flaring as it warily paced about the frayed battlefield. Another Heracross dare challenge its throne? This wasn’t the case, as the scent it’d caught was yours! Growling wildly as his horny pincers clacked together, his eyes settled on your not-so-discrete hiding spot. Boy oh boy where you in for some trouble, stuttering the plan to Nimbus as the foe clenched his fist and unfastened his askew jaws. Despite a glint of fear in his beady eyes, the Castform bobs his head and hovers into the Nanab tree where he bites off a clove, settling in a small bush below as he did with Cherubi. With a nerve-racked swallow, the cloudy Pokémon weakly inhales before exhaling a puff of golden fragrance which wafts about the ambiance. The Sweet Scent winded through the bushes, wrapping around the burly warrior as it snuffled in bewilderment. The waft of honey sends the dung beetle’s tummy rumbling coaxing it to wonder en route to the fluffy sun-cloud. The blob of orange snickers to himself as the whiff works its magic, however a sad reality soon begins shaking him as the beetle draws ever nearer. There wasn’t much of a stage 2, Nimbus whimpering in a state of panic as the tranced Pinsir reaches the foot of the stench.

“Kaaiii!” The beetle snaps gruffly, sniffing about for its grub only to find Castform in its place. Whilst the trap went off without a hitch for the under levelled cherry, the underprepared rehash wasn’t going to go down at all. The enemy growls, snapping its horns in frenzy with the scene of Nimbus on its turf with a clove of its fruit in his mitts only adding to his rage. The beast leaps forward, grappling the small cloud in a tight Bind to a point he can barely breathe. Choking and rasping, the blob does his upmost to wriggle free with no way of conjuring a tongue of flame. You cry in protest as your partner’s face switches purple unable to escape the chokehold. *Sock!* With a stroke of luck, Pinsir releases his deathly squeeze by jabbing the poor cloud in the face with a Brick Break, Nimbus lifelessly floundering into a thorn bush but out of harm's way from suffocation. A heated moment passes, and you almost consider the weather Pokémon down for the count. He weakly limps out of the hedge, his body reverted to its natural form and his skin patterned with cuts and bruises. One eye was completely shut, a nasty shiner beginning to shape much to your fret. Whilst scared out of his wits, the gray blob began inhaling as his body steamed with a fiery aura. The dung beetle rumbles, mounding over to the thorn bush ready to add Nimbus to his hit-list. Suddenly! The small cloud expels a carroty spitfire which whizzes forward, breaking into a star-shape as it reached the brazen brute. The Blast of Fire blanketed the brown beetle, causing him to screech as his endoskeleton scalded with throbbing blisters. It was just enough to fend the foe off as the black and blue blob waddled to your side. The heat soon settles, the slightly charred crawler reddening with rage as he snorted and charged. Meanwhile, in light of the hazardous status your Pokenav was buzzing and beeping wildly, its LCD display pretty much giving you the go-ahead to do whatever you liked. Nimbus looked as though he could barely take another hit, what will you do?

His body convulsing as he witnessed the events that unfolded, the circle of life brought wrath, destruction and pain, but Matthew wasn’t concerned about the Heracross. While it seemed natural, Matthew had been left on edge, squeamishly shuddering a single pain shooting up his spine as he stared vacantly at the behemoth in front of him, the bug completing a cannibalistic attack on its rival bug over the territory it had established. As a feral cry reached Matthew’s ears, he found himself once more shuddering, although often hearing the roars of his rocky Rhydon, Matthew had never heard the cry of the Pinsir, its jittery movements and brutish looks causing a moment of recoil for Matthew as he scrambled backwards, the cliff edge just a heartbeat away. At a loss for words as he gawked at the Pinsir, Matthew’s mind asked him the same rhetorical questions that they usually did, the main being ‘Is it worth risking mine and Nimbus’ safety over a capture?’ As he found himself making a decision straight away, Matthew’s normal feeling to rush into situations with his heart burning with passion overtaking his body as he felt all feeling of rationality speed away. Keeping his eyes dead on the newly crowned King of the Jungle, Matthew looked at the striking verve on the particular bug Pokémon as he thought about the many trainers desperate to capture one, him being one of them. As he saw the testosterone pumped Pinsir, Matthew’s grip held tighter on the camouflage-like safari ball as his faced became scrunched with determination, considering the possible scenarios ahead, but as he did so, he found very few a decent prospect, the ideas seemingly less promising.

With the babyish cotton-ball Pokémon wriggling out of the canopy to his right, Matthew put on a slight smile, a fake one, to strengthen his moral as his very fibre was shook to the core, his essence shocked out of his wits. As Matthew noticed the tears of trauma beginning to swell on his Pokémon’s face, he hit his head quietly, shaking out any doubt as his master once told him, the visual head coining in his mind once more. ’If you are afraid, your Pokémon will be afraid. If you are strong, your Pokémon will be stronger’ . Looking back to his flying cloud, Matthew opened his arms as he signaled for a hug, watching the Castform tactfully swoop to his side. As Nimbus wrapped its stubby arms round his head, Matthew felt the much needed warmth of his snugly sun forms heat, giving him the space to think. After a few seconds, Matthew spotted key ingredients of items scattered around the small span; the clove of Nanab berries hung true from a branch, the brick tiles and rickety trunk scattered along the cliff-edge. With Pinsir toiling in its own self immortality, Matthew saw the bug rowdily kick up the grassy terrain before scrambling to stuff the disfigured and bone-exposed corpse of the Heracross into the self-made burrow. As he felt himself hold back a wretch, Matthew covered his mouth in a best effort to cover himself, just in case he was sick, still keeping his position behind the thin layer of tickets.

This wasn’t the case however, as Matthew’s eyes drew him back to the Pinsir as it began to writher with toil and with the territorial scrap done and dusted, Matthew noted the unusual behavior, the Pinsir’s slit-like nostrils flaring up once again as it warily paced the battlefield. As Matthew sat, he wondered if another Heracross had wanted to fight the pumped king-bug, his Safari Ball sitting in his hand becoming a chance that grew more and more so. As it seemed not, Matthew struggled as the Pinsir’s eyes drew to his position as he looked at the wind current, it flowing down towards the bug as he gasped in surprise. Realizing that it was his scent the Pinsir had caught, Matthew looked at the horny pincers clacking together, its eyes settling on his not-so-discrete hiding spot. Gulping, hard, Matthew found himself in all sorts of trouble, stuttering the plan as quickly as he could as the Pinsir clenched its fists and unfastened its askew jaws. Despite the fear in his eyes, Nimbus set about the plan as its head bobbed, hovering into the Nanab tree, his teeth clenching together, setting a small bush below as he did with the Cherubi earlier. Following his Pokémon with a nerve-racked swallow, Matthew and the cloudy Pokémon exhaled, Nimbus’ releasing a much sweeter fragrance into the air as it wafted through the ambiance. Looking on with desperation, Matthew was relieved to see the waft of honey sending the warrior beetles stomach rumbling as it coaxed him to wonder to the location of the sun blob. Matthew saw a snicker appear on the Castform’s face before it soon dawned on them both about the second part of his plan. In his haste, Matthew had forgotten to rely on the trip-wire set to use a grass knot to trap the Pinsir. Cursing to himself, Matthew could do naught but watch as the Pisir traced the scent back to the wimpering Castform.

“Kaaiii!”

The beetled snapped an angry reply, sniffing around for its grub only to find the Castform in its place. Shaking his head, Matthew sought that the plan would go as well is it did with the cherry Pokémon, the unhitched plan only being foiled by a simple Bellsprout in its wake, however, this rehash wasn’t looking good for the beginner trainer. As he heard the enemy growl, Matthew’s face looked towards Nimbus as it snapped its horns, ranging from the new Pokémon being on its patch with its batch. As the beast leapt forward, Matthew stood up, looking as the bug grappled Castform with a tight bind, the relatively small Pokémon unable to wriggle free as its breathe left him in a huff, choking and rasping to find a tongue of flame lacking. Crying in protest to distract the bug and get it to release Castform from the death hold, Matthew saw Castforms face switch to purple as he struggled to get free. As his carefree attitude became an uptight one in less than 1 second. With a stroke of luck, Matthew saw Pinsir release the deathly squeeze by jabbing the cloud with a brick break. Thanks to the relatively squishy nature of the Castform, Matthew thought the damage might have been lessened, still reeling from the damage already took. As Nimbus lifelessly floundered into the thorn bush, out of harm’s way, Matthew thought it was down for the count, or even worse. Shuddering, Matthew pushed the thought from his mind as he saw the sun-cloud weakly limp from the hedge, his body reverting back to its natural form, its skin patterned with cuts and bruises. Gasping at the injuries, Matthew shuddered at the Castforms eyes, one being completely shut, Matthew’s assumption going to form a nasty shiner when it cleaned up. Still fretting, Matthew saw the Castform scared out of its wits as its body steamed with a fiery aura. With the dung beetle rumbling and mounding over to the thorn bush to add Nimbus to its hit-list, the fire blast expelled from the cloud’s mouth in a carroty spitfire, whizzing forward and breaking its star shape, blanketing the beetle in a fire attack. As the endoskeleton of the Pinsir became scalded with blisters, Matthew ran one hand through his hair as he saw Nimbus’ state couldn’t stand another attack. Noticing the LCD display on the Pokénav telling him to do whatever he liked.

“Nimbus, surround him in a Fire Spin and then recuperate some health with a Softboiled. When the fire spin is dying down, launch another Fire Blast to get it. If it does down, I’ll throw this Sarafi Ball at it” He shouted, noticing the wounds from the battle with Heracross and the Fire Blast before. “We can spend more time getting back health after, I promise”

mew-the original
3rd September 2009, 12:03 AM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: The beautiful white fortress had already set itself apart from the fairy tale garden. The old fables stemming back hundreds of years surely fuelled your ambition, and as your eyes glazed with excitement you can’t help but feel your heart race and your feet pick up. The golden rays of sun wash upon the three of you, a new adventure dawning as you begin making tracks. Ditto squeezes your head as his squishy face tosses from either of your shoulders, Cranidos fidgeting his stubby arms as he sets eyes on a nearby Chatot nest. No time for that my carnivorous comrade! You continue the stroll, to a point minutes pass by as you make your way through a small opening of trees stretching straight to the royal gardens. The worn out path of trimmed grass finally breaks as you’re met by a yellow brick road snaking up a small hill and settling at a few small fields littered with flower beds and brick flags. The tiled ramparts of the washed-out palace, each gold-rimmed window dotted up the towers becoming easier to mark. As you walk through the courts you feel the golden breeze disperse as you reached the Castle’s tall shadow, a large brown door just a beeline ahead. You walk closer, eying up the giant door with a nervous gulp, a heavy yellow doorknob dangling from its oak front. You finger at the handle, lifting it slightly and bustling with anticipation for what would happen next. Suddenly! A slight rustle behind causes your ears to spring up as you twirl about in search of its source. Jurasic barks gruffly, his nose flaring as he pries about the rose bushes with a whiff of the commotion. The flower bed rustles violently, jolting you to the raptor’s side as he bends to the floor set to pounce. “Meep!” The second Jurasic kicks his feet from the ground what appears to be a small flowery Pokémon scuttles from the bushes in panic! The hedgehog shivers in place, tears streaming down its white cheeks clearly frightened of the dinosaur with its teeth drew bare. Jurasic yaps once more, followed by another whimper from the timid legendary. Its beady eyes shift from side to side as it skittles rearward ever so subtly. With the blink of an eye you spot the Shaymin withdraw into the flowery hedge, swiftly emerging from its crown and clambering up the chains of ivy fastened across the bricked wall. The feisty Jurasic springs forward, missing the hedgehog by about an inch and scraping his stubby claws against the wall of vines to no avail. His arms were too short to scale the hedge, but yours aren’t, what will you do?


"Jurasic, back off!" Tim scolded as the small hedgehog pokemon whimpered in fear. Jurasic begrudgingly obeyed Tim's commands as the young trainer slowly approached the rare pokemon, gazing at it as it hung to the ivy. "I've never seen a cutie like you before..." Tim said quietly to Shaymin as he pulled his pokedex out to learn more about the pokemon. "Shaymin, the Gratitude Pokemon. Shaymin live in flower patches and avoid detection by curling up to look like a flowering plant. It can dissolve toxins in the air to instantly transform ruined land into a lush field of flowers. The flowers all over Shaymin's body burst into bloom if it is lovingly hugged and senses gratitude." the Dex said in the standard computer voice. Tim looked back to the Shaymin in delight, "Wow! You're a pretty amazing cutie!" Tim slowly stuck his hand out to show the Shaymin he meant no harm. "I wonder what you could be doing here..." Tim said out loud, but not really to anyone.

PeeGee
5th September 2009, 9:30 AM
Moonlight Shrine

Pikagod: My Bad >> Also, I've changed the way Natural Gift is carried out in adventures - it converts the move into any attack of my choice depending on the environment

You rebuttal with a triple threat of counter attacks to claim victory over your doppelganger. There was no way of knowing what evil-Karmas was capable of, but if you could put a thorn in his plans then maybe more could be learned about the Silver Wing. The monotone Sunflower was growling viciously, clearly in no mindset to give up despite the noticeable chinks in his armour. The match would continue on even terms, and only one Karmas could win! Right off the bat, the bad shrub wriggles forward with his maw gaped open. A sudden spray of golden aroma wafts from the Sunflora’s mouth, puffing across the silvery tomb settling with a honey-like scent and downing Sunny with a relaxed vibe. Your comrade stops dead in his tracks, attempting to form a kazoo out of the blades of grass in his mitts but far too unsettled amidst the sweet aroma. The evil trainer grins.

Following up, you coax Sunny into using Nature Power, taking the dark and gloomy environment as inspiration for a Dark Pulse! The black wave of energy bursts from the Sunflora’s body, knocking back the evil counterpart for decent damage. The scuffs are noticeable at this point – his black leaves chipped on the edges and his slender stem coloured with multiple bruises. The shadow menace is completely set back, flinching in fear causing its next attack to go amiss. Failing at that, the shadow type growls in frustration, to envelop in a shadow aura which crackled with pitch-black bolts of lightning. Beginning his advance, evil-Sunny rams into good-sunny for massive damage! The friendly Sunflower flails against the wall taking the biggest blow of the battle. However, an attack with such power was bound with a flip side, chipping away a substantial amount of the shadow shrub’s health to a point it was wallowing in pain. Sunny hops back to his feet, tripping the enemy with a Grass Knot for minor damage – it looked as though the match was almost at an end.

“You may have one up on me – but don’t think I won’t go out with a bang! Full power Shadow End!”


Right off the bat Evil Sunny jumps forward, his mouth wide open. A spray of golden aroma shot out of his mouth and wafted across the room, finally settling down on Sunny and making the good twin feel relaxed. Sunny tried to retaliate with his own attack, but Evil Sunny's Sweet Scent distracted him too much to perform a Grasswhistle. Not willing to let that deter him, Sunny continued and used Nature Power, drawing on the gloomy environment around him. Sunny threw his arms out and a Dark Pulse formed, the pulse slamming into Evil Sunny causing decent damage to the black Sunflora's body, which was already evident. Evil Sunny flinched at the attack that had been used against him, and was unable to perform his attack, much like Sunny beforehand. Growling at Sunny, a shadowy aura started to envelop the evil twin, before he charged into Sunny. The good twin let out a loud cry of pain as Evil Sunny collided with him and sent him into the wall, but the Shadow End had negative consequences on Evil Sunny as well, chipping away a large amount of his health. Quickly getting back onto his feet, Sunny glowed green before using Grass Knot, the vines bursting out of the ground and tripping his evil twin. Karmas took a look at Sunny's opponent and saw that he looked like he didn't have much fight left in him.

“You may have one up on me – but don’t think I won’t go out with a bang! Full power Shadow End!”

"Don't worry Sunny," said Karmas, "Try to distract him with a Sweet Scent, and if that doesn't work use Grass Knot to trip him up and finish off with a Nature Power!"

As Sunny turned towards his twin, Karmas hoped that his plan would work.

-Hayward-
7th September 2009, 3:52 AM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: With the young girl leaving the herding in your hands, thousands of thoughts begin spiralling around your head as you gaze about the flock of dazed sheep. Yuri seemed to smirk as she perched herself on a bordering tree branch. You’d have to show off your moves if you wanted to clear the bad name you’d so suddenly received from the other villagers. Hyneo and Sumeo make their way onto the wool ranch, each facing you as you volley forward your clever shepherding strategy. With a set of glazed goods you point the chubby wrestler to the unfastened barn, making sure he didn’t scoff the sugary treats and foil your plan. The female pup is then directed to the opposite end of the barn, a fair pace behind the Mareep with a yowl that may just get them moving. With that you run onto the prairie yourself, the lazy yellow livestock baaing to each over without a clue what you where doing. The Makuhita plods a foot from the open pen, stretching out each stubby foot in a sumo stance, flashing the doughnuts rather than pounding his chest. You pry on in curiosity, noticing a few of the nearby sheep whiffing the sweet scent and slowly standing. Sumeo snorts chirpily, a few tranced sheep already stumbling in his direction. To add insult to injury he then focuses on fashioning Double the charm as a Team of three chunky fighters squat against the damp grass. Not much happens, about four or five curious Mareep scamper forward as it becomes clear baked goods weren’t on their menus, the blades of grass still drawing in any hungry cattle. A sweat drop trickles down your forehead as Yuri looks on in doubt, perhaps Hyneo would save the day as you send her a hand signal. Right on queue, the wolf cub wiggles her bum playfully as she hops from cluster of Mareep to cluster of Mareep, releasing a high pitched squeal as she did so. Much to your relief you notice the woolly Pokémon spring to their feet to each Roar, the pooch taking the role of sheepdog with no problem! Yuri claps her hands as the livestock pile up in their masses to enter the pen, Sumeo doing a top job of keeping them in the barn, just itching to eat the set of doughnuts nestled within his sugary mitts. About twelve or so more follow the five sheep, the once yellow field looking far less cluttered. With just a few more sheep left to herd, you clap encouragingly as the Poochyena sprawls behind a sleeping Mareep with a naughty grin. Mustering up another cute bark, you notice the small pooch whimper off as the sheep howls grumpily in return. Yellow sparks jolt up and down the static fur, a Thunder Shock knocking the pup onto her back in surprise. At this point, you spot a few of the sheep stumbling out of the jam-packed pen much to your angst. Keo claps his pincers together, scooping up a good bit of dirt as he readies to bother the nasty farm Pokémon. Noticing it wasn’t all sailing smoothly, the girl hops from her branch and jogs to your side, the small Su Lin tightly piggybacked.

“The male Mareep tend to get rowdy when they reach a certain age”, Yuri explains, “Perhaps I should get working on collecting their wool with Keo whilst you settle this one. A few light-hearted knocks should put it in its place”


“The male Mareep tend to get rowdy when they reach a certain age,” Yuri explained matter-of-factly. “Perhaps I should get working on collecting their wool with Keo whilst you settle this one. A few light-hearted knocks should put it in its place.”

Ben turned to the monochromatic wolfpup at his side, an inquisitive look on his face. “Well, what d’you say to that, girl? Are you up for some friendly sparring?”

Hyneo let out a cheerful bark and ran around Ben’s legs in excited circles, the Ruby Pendant dangling from her neck glinting in the sunlight. “Brilliant,” the boy replied, seeing his canine companion’s enthusiasm. “Let’s show that macho Mareep just how feisty we can be!”

Preparing for battle, the diminutive Poochyena composed herself almost instantly, fixing the rambunctious sheep with a determined stare as Ben outlined his strategy. “Turn on your sinister charm and try to allure him with a FATAL ATTRACTION. Once he’s fallen head-over-heels for you, give him a false sense of ASSURANCE about your affections, then break his lovesick heart with a DARK PULSE!”


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Emp
24th September 2009, 10:12 PM
The Safari Zone

Treep: A thick blanket of angst downs on both you and your cloudy comrade, the wrestle ahead convincing you that you’d bitten off more than you could dream of chewing. The ruthless Stag had suffered a few blows from its Rhinoceros counterpart, but it seemed as though every dint against his glossy brown endoskeleton only fuelled his mad passion to destroy anything he could get his pincers between. Nimbus was giving it his all, but amidst the fiery flares and hasty manoeuvres he was far outmatched by the king of bugs... But against all odds, you where going to see this through. The more prowesses the bug displayed, the tighter you’d squeeze that Safari Ball in your mitts. Nimbus nods weakly as you volley another round of attacks, his shape more reminiscing of a deflated beach ball at this point. Snorting irately as he snapped together the spiked horns, the Pinsir began rallying forward to finish what he’d started. Not on Nimbus’ watch! The weather Pokémon swoops past the Stag Beatle, a small tongue of flame streaming in his wake. Not slowing down just yet, the greyish blob spirals around his feral foe, the stream of Fire growing until the Pinsir was completely caged! The brave little Castform Spins to the pinnacle of the ginger cyclone, revelling with buoyancy as the enraged enemy barked in twinge. Whilst the creepy crawly was spellbound by the inferno, Nimbus used another chunk of energy to produce a lustrous orb of oval energy which flickered its way to the centre of the tarnished patch. Nimbus leaps in its direction, licking his lips as he munches through the Soft Boiled egg in one fell swoop! A few of the bruises faded slightly, a half-a-dozen cuts up his body patching together giving a much needed boost in hp. Suddenly! A sturdy silhouette leaps from the pit of flames, partially combust as it locked Nimbus in a Vice Grip before either of you could react. The frightened blob manages to spit a mild cinder from his maw, fresh out of fire energy for the unforeseeable future. However it looked as though the Fire Spin was doing its job just fine, Pinsir had suffered a huge levee of damage and most of its flipside had caught fire. Whatever you’d like do now you’d have to act fast, the brazen beetle looks just about ready to snap Nimbus’s neck!


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Having reached a blooming courtyard just a stones throw away from the grand entryway, you find yourself completely taken back by one of the Castle’s critters. Much to your hard luck, the sooner you’d spotted the flowery hedgehog the sooner it was making a break for it. You scald the unruly rex whose rowdy actions were partially to blame for striking fear into the elusive legendaries’ eye. It scuttles about half way up the flowery lattice, barely noticeable amidst all the vinery and its budding pink flowers. You outstretch an arm as a sign of peace, the hedgehog clinging to the ivy and peeping downward with its curiosity piqued. However the magical moment is cut short again as the Shaymin merges back into the flowery barricade and continues to scuttle higher and higher. Your eyes remain fixated, pacing backward slightly so you can see the cute little rodent wriggle up the patches of brickwork toward the tallest of the dozen or so towers. The pudgy white Pokémon becomes harder and harder to see, to a point you have to squint to make out the pinkish Gracedia sprouting from its neck. Shaymin finally reaches a small window, shyly hopping into the open pane into the highest room of the tallest tower. It was a shame to see your encounter made so brief, but looking ahead you notice the fine, oak door had crept wide open. Had somebody let you in? It wasn’t exactly polite to just barge straight in, but as you met the lofty door’s frame, you could already see a great deal of the hall’s interior. The floors where patterned a beautiful marble white, its walls sporting the same marvellous sheen. A few painting patterned the walls: fruit bowls, flower beds, and the like. Just a foot ahead was a long carpet threaded a regal scarlet, stretching all the way down the empty hall and snaking its way up a flight of stairs... You wait a few moments, pacing up and down the outer doormat to no avail, whoever had let you in clearly wasn’t around. What will you do?


Moonlight Shrine

Food Guy: The chips were down for your evil self, and against all odds he’s determined to go out with a bang. On your side of the range, it looked as though all the cards where in your favour, and even with a hard-hitting force of shadow it looked as though the chipper Sunflower could just as easily bounce back. These thoughts rattle through your mind, however there’s little else to do now but cheer on your comrade as the orders are sent and both grass types spring into action. Sunny is first up, wafting a thick stream of pink fragrance across the pitch and filling it with a Sweet Scent. The enemy grimaces at first, but as the sugary aroma snakes its way to the shadow foe, he can’t help feeling taken back by a whiff. The once feral flora suddenly settles into an unruffled state, the heartless trainer slurring at the evil-Sunny for slipping up so easily. With a streak of confidence, the chirpy sunflower continues his cheery rampage, a few blades of Grass weaving forward before ensnarling the shadow Sunny, tugging on his stem and tripping him up once more. The Pokémon yelps, this time more embarrassed than hurt. “Get up!” his trainer spits, the evil Sunny weakly stumbling to his feet and enveloping in a Shadowy aura as he had done several times before. He gallops forward, guns-a-blazing in all hopes to End things for the golden grass-type. Sunny hastily whips up a force of Nature taking the Power of a dark attack. The too forces collide, the shadowed doppelganger leaping into the Dark Pulse causing an explosion of black smoke enveloping the entire cavern in dust. The smoke soon dies down, leaving one Sunflora standing whilst the other lay unconscious... Level-Up for Sunny!

“No fair!” Karmas yells, aiming a Shadow Ball at the comatose Sunny which is quickly sucked up by its purplish ray, “You’ll pay for this”. Zoran rumbles in light of the threat, the boy’s Zoran scowling in return. You feel as though another scrap was about to kick off as the two of you circle the dreary crypt, far too timid to ask what the hell was going on. You find yourself settled a few paces ahead of the inky black pool. The doppelganger cracks a half smile, his pale complexion only heightening your heartbeat leaving you completely on edge. “Razor Leaf”, he whispers, your own Shiftry raising his arms in a defensive stance. However, as evil-Zoran flicks his wrists, the cut-throat shuriken don’t hit a single one of you. The dagger-like leaves instead rip across the cobbled flooring, causing the frayed bits rubble to rip loose from the frail clay cracks. The ledge you where so barely parked on breaks apart from the rest before you could barely flinch, plopping into the mystical black pool with you on board! You flail your arms in panic, your last glimpse ahead being the pale-faced teen cracking a wicked smile. *Splash!* You wince as you body is completely drenched in the liquid substance, kicking your legs wildly whilst clinging onto what could only be a terrified Sunny who wraps his leaves around your waist. The black marsh begins swirling as though somebody had pulled a plughole, mixing with streaks of purple and blue to a point it looked like a swirling black hole. Your partnered Shiftry had managed to ricochet off the falling debris without dropping into the pool of illusion, but with arms and head out of sight his face dropped to a distinct glint of fear. Willing to risk his own life to save yours, the wicked Pokemon lunges off the ledge, diving into the whirling vortex with no idea of what awaited. You suddenly feel your limbs freeze up, unable to swim as you drop lifelessly beneath. You desperately squint upward as the dim light from the partially lit tomb hastily fades to a pitch-black chasm. An ominous current continued to tug, bubbles seeping from your mouth and nose as the world around you disappeared from existence and you faded out of consciousness...


“We ow___ur lives to you...”
“Get__his vermin of___f me!”
“Watc__armas, __ the wor____eels to m_ oblivion!”

Visions rattle through your mind, a world of flashes racing past causing you a great deal of pain. You’re unable to keep up with the wild premonitions, your body tumbling blindly through a dark furrow at a velocity you couldn’t gauge. A trippy sensation overcomes you as you go under again, unable to remain conscious for little more than a few seconds... The heavens above rumble, kick-starting your senses as you weakly open your eyes. Dull clouds where stretching across the night’s sky, a flash of lightning jolting you to your feet. The pitter-patter of heavy rainfall began to sound, bouncing off of the large leaves of the upper canopy whilst they slowly trickled down to the mucky undergrowth. Zoran hops to a branch just a pace ahead, a small sunflower curled up in his arms. He growls gruffly, as if to suggest you should start making tracks... Where had the mystical pool sent you? The humid ambiance brought back recent memories of Lyanazia’s Lost Jungles. You look forward in Zoran’s direction, a long dark opening stretching further than your eyes could see at this time of night. The soaring branches of the Tainted Forest set themselves affront of the full moon, the silhouettes of the twisted twigs give the impression of being crooked claws. A faint gush of trickling water tickled your senses, to your left was a five-foot cliff drop to Typhus flow. Peeking over the small slump, a canoe strapped around a tree captures your eye, swaying gently on the streams current... What will you do?


Xiaolin Monastery

Hayward: With a nasty ball of cotton putting a thorn in your side, it seemed you’d have to show him whose boss before he followed the herd. Hyneo bounces forward with a gruff growl, her dark fur slightly ruffled from the jolt of electricity. The grumpy sheep struts forward waywardly, bowing his head as though cocked to charge with a hostile bah. With that, you outline a counterattack to put the adolescent rebel back into his place and get along merrily with your chores. The small pup yelps enthusiastically, jumping up against your legs and slobbering her tongue on whatever hand you had free. Hopping back down, she scuttles forward a few paces, noticing through her monotone vision the huddle of Mareep escaping from the pen with their thick wool jackets unshaven. This piques her motivation, causing a cloud of dark energies to rattle through her seamlessly playful mind – her sinister instincts taking charge as she planned to woo the opposing sex. Hyneo ignores the signs of a snappy sheep and instead toddles forward to greet. The second her head reaches the electric-types butt, she gives an inquisitive sniff, causing the foe to “bah!” in both confusion and embarrassment. This doesn’t stop the pooch, which begins rubbing up the side of the Mareep promiscuously, causing his knees to tremble and his bluish cheeks to blush. The Attractive canine walks ahead as though uninterested, wagging her tail, then keeping it stiff like a Delcatty in heat! Behind the scenes, several tongues of wicked energy where tying across the poor sheep’s heart, causing a great deal of Fatal twinge which he was too lovesick to notice. To rub salt in the wound, she whelps flirtatiously for some added Assurance, gripping the adolescent sheep to usher forward. The two regain contact, the Dark-Type puppy waiting for just the right moment... The pup snaps heatedly as her aficionado attempts his mount, dropping her chops as a spitfire of Darkish blobs hurtle forward. The Pulses smack Mareep across the cheek, causing him to stumble backwards into another startled lamb which tersely discharges a Thunder Shock. The testosterone-charged sheep grinds to a halt, no doubt knocked down a few pegs after his cocky outburst. Yuri in the meantime looks on from the barn, cracking a smile and waving enthusiastically. “Imaginative approach, Hale-San! We shall have the wool in no time!” It looked as though Hyneo wouldn’t face any trouble in the final leg of herding, perhaps you could help Yuri in the meantime. What will you do?

Treepandaone
27th September 2009, 10:54 PM
The Safari Zone

Treep: A thick blanket of angst downs on both you and your cloudy comrade, the wrestle ahead convincing you that you’d bitten off more than you could dream of chewing. The ruthless Stag had suffered a few blows from its Rhinoceros counterpart, but it seemed as though every dint against his glossy brown endoskeleton only fuelled his mad passion to destroy anything he could get his pincers between. Nimbus was giving it his all, but amidst the fiery flares and hasty manoeuvres he was far outmatched by the king of bugs... But against all odds, you where going to see this through. The more prowesses the bug displayed, the tighter you’d squeeze that Safari Ball in your mitts. Nimbus nods weakly as you volley another round of attacks, his shape more reminiscing of a deflated beach ball at this point. Snorting irately as he snapped together the spiked horns, the Pinsir began rallying forward to finish what he’d started. Not on Nimbus’ watch! The weather Pok&#233;mon swoops past the Stag Beatle, a small tongue of flame streaming in his wake. Not slowing down just yet, the greyish blob spirals around his feral foe, the stream of Fire growing until the Pinsir was completely caged! The brave little Castform Spins to the pinnacle of the ginger cyclone, revelling with buoyancy as the enraged enemy barked in twinge. Whilst the creepy crawly was spellbound by the inferno, Nimbus used another chunk of energy to produce a lustrous orb of oval energy which flickered its way to the centre of the tarnished patch. Nimbus leaps in its direction, licking his lips as he munches through the Soft Boiled egg in one fell swoop! A few of the bruises faded slightly, a half-a-dozen cuts up his body patching together giving a much needed boost in hp. Suddenly! A sturdy silhouette leaps from the pit of flames, partially combust as it locked Nimbus in a Vice Grip before either of you could react. The frightened blob manages to spit a mild cinder from his maw, fresh out of fire energy for the unforeseeable future. However it looked as though the Fire Spin was doing its job just fine, Pinsir had suffered a huge levee of damage and most of its flipside had caught fire. Whatever you’d like do now you’d have to act fast, the brazen beetle looks just about ready to snap Nimbus’s neck!

Wracked with nerves and doubt, Matthew began setting about his duties to capture the bug-typed Pok&#233;mon as he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, despite never having the world at risk during it. Having never before dealt with such a threat that would cause an end to a life, Matthew felt assured in his partner’s ability, because if he didn’t, he’d have tried to get out of there a long time ago.

Figuring the road ahead would be long and dangerous, Matthew shuddered as he watched the two Pok&#233;mon throw down, not realizing before now he might have been biting off more than he could chew as he looked at the monumental task ahead. Taking a closer look to the Pinsir, Matthew noticed it had took few blows compared to its rhinoceros beetle counterpart, coining the moves of reversal and critical brick break were nothing in comparison for the brazen bug in its fighting prime. With the sun shining so brightly; pulling the weather-changing Pok&#233;mon into a fire frenzy, Matthew spotted every dint in the Pinsir’s armour, shining brightly against the sheen of the brown exoskeleton, the battle-hardy Pinsir fueled with a passion to destroy everything in its grasp.

In his view, Nimbus made him proud as he gave it his all as Matthew felt disheartened, his hasty maneuvers of firey flames begun to be out-matched by the king of bugs. Giving a relative smile and a thumbs up, Matthew saw Nimbus’ resolve to go on, the naturally hyper and playfull Castform having a nack for battling as he prayed for his safety to the God Arceus. As he stood against all odds, Matthew relished in the chance to see his Nimbus mature, if only it was a less critical battle, but a resolve poured into his system as he felt the urge to go all the way and see it through.

As the Pinsir showed more and more of its power, the tighter and tighter Matthew squeezed his safari ball. Gulping at the sight of the injured Castform, Matthew volleyed another load of orders at him as he held two fingers together for luck, seeing his companion and friend looking like a deflated beach ball hurt Matthew far more than words ever could, feeling every blow that the Pinsir threw as his heart broke more and more. As another sickening sound of two Pinsirs clacking together combined with an irate snort, Matthew could only watch with hope as the aggressive bug looked to complete what he’d started. With hope and prayers combined, Nimbus caught a break as he began to find resolve in his actions, swooping past the Pinsir with a tongue of fire streaming behind him. Clutching his first tight around the Safari battle in his possession, Matthew began to find confidence as Nimbus began to speed up and create a spiraling cyclone of fire in its wake, caging the Pinsir in its naturally weak element as Nimbus carried on spinning with the fire behind him as it enjoyed its natural buoyancy. Still unfinished in its task, Nimbus carried on spiraling around the feral foe as it barked from inside its cage with a twinge.

Whilst his enemy became spellbound in the raging inferno trap, Nimbus began using another chunk of energy to produce a lustrous orb, Matthew beginning to feel invigorated as the Castforms chance of health regeneration became a possibility. As the oval flickered in front of the cloud, one fell swoop was all it took for the finger-licking treat to work its magic as Nimbus’ health began to get back to normal, bruises fading slightly and cuts patching together in a well needed break.

Before Matthew could react and alert the cloud, Matthew noticed a sturdy silhouette burst from the flames, partially combust as it locked his foe in a Vice Grip as Matthew let out a slight squeal for the concern of his Pok&#233;mon. As the frightened blob tried its best to conjure up another flame to scorch freedom out, Matthew could only hit himself for forgetting the limited type-energy for the un-flamed Pok&#233;mon, as a mild cinder burst from Nimbus’ mouth. With the consolation of the fire spin doing major damage, Matthew spotted the back of the Pinsir was on fire, thinking of the natural elements and combing the two to create extra damage.

Turning to Nimbus, he saw the fragile neck trapped in the grip of the pinsir, deciding it would be over for Nimbus if he was to run out of energy, Matthew checked his pokedex for naturally learnt moves. Moving the mental images out of his mind, Matthew shuddered as he spoke his commands;

“Ok Nimbus, we need to use some moves that would naturally come to you. Use a Water Pulse to get the Pinsir to really sting; the fire on his back should be even more painfull when connecting with any water at all. While he's reeling, see if you can get out of his grasp and use an Ice Beam. With that being another natural move, you should have enough energy to pull it off, and with the Pinsir already being wet, it should freeze him easily. If he's frozen, take a nice Rest.

-Hayward-
28th September 2009, 1:06 AM
Xiaolin Monastery

Hayward: With a nasty ball of cotton putting a thorn in your side, it seemed you’d have to show him whose boss before he followed the herd. Hyneo bounces forward with a gruff growl, her dark fur slightly ruffled from the jolt of electricity. The grumpy sheep struts forward waywardly, bowing his head as though cocked to charge with a hostile bah. With that, you outline a counterattack to put the adolescent rebel back into his place and get along merrily with your chores. The small pup yelps enthusiastically, jumping up against your legs and slobbering her tongue on whatever hand you had free. Hopping back down, she scuttles forward a few paces, noticing through her monotone vision the huddle of Mareep escaping from the pen with their thick wool jackets unshaven. This piques her motivation, causing a cloud of dark energies to rattle through her seamlessly playful mind – her sinister instincts taking charge as she planned to woo the opposing sex. Hyneo ignores the signs of a snappy sheep and instead toddles forward to greet. The second her head reaches the electric-types butt, she gives an inquisitive sniff, causing the foe to “bah!” in both confusion and embarrassment. This doesn’t stop the pooch, which begins rubbing up the side of the Mareep promiscuously, causing his knees to tremble and his bluish cheeks to blush. The Attractive canine walks ahead as though uninterested, wagging her tail, then keeping it stiff like a Delcatty in heat! Behind the scenes, several tongues of wicked energy where tying across the poor sheep’s heart, causing a great deal of Fatal twinge which he was too lovesick to notice. To rub salt in the wound, she whelps flirtatiously for some added Assurance, gripping the adolescent sheep to usher forward. The two regain contact, the Dark-Type puppy waiting for just the right moment... The pup snaps heatedly as her aficionado attempts his mount, dropping her chops as a spitfire of Darkish blobs hurtle forward. The Pulses smack Mareep across the cheek, causing him to stumble backwards into another startled lamb which tersely discharges a Thunder Shock. The testosterone-charged sheep grinds to a halt, no doubt knocked down a few pegs after his cocky outburst. Yuri in the meantime looks on from the barn, cracking a smile and waving enthusiastically. “Imaginative approach, Hale-San! We shall have the wool in no time!” It looked as though Hyneo wouldn’t face any trouble in the final leg of herding, perhaps you could help Yuri in the meantime. What will you do?



“Brilliant work, girl!” Ben praised the tiny wolf pup, reaching down to gently scratch her between the ears. “You played the part of deceptive temptress to perfection!” Hyneo let out a happy bark, while Keo and Sumeo sweatdropped, recalling the macho Mareep’s pesky behavior only a few moments before. Both found the sheep’s conduct to be lewd and discourteous.

Near the barn, Yuri waved excitedly, a slight smile on her face as she cried out, “Imaginative approach, Hale-San! We shall have the wool in no time!”

Ben returned the girl’s smile and wave with a grin and nod of his own, exclaiming, “We’re on our way!”

Turning quickly to Hyneo, the boy remarked, “Looks like our work is just about done her, girl. I’m going to leave you to finish up now. If any of the other Mareep start acting up, I think a Roar should be enough to send them scurrying back to their pen.” The Bite Pokemon let out another cheerful yip and Ben thanked her for her help before addressing Keo and Sumeo.

“You two come with me,” he instructed, motioning towards the barn and setting off at a trot. “Yuri could use our help with the wool. I’m not sure exactly what she wants us to do, so we’ll have to be ready to lend a hand in any way we can, but I have a strong feeling she may want us to help with the shearing next. So Keo,” Ben nodded at the little river crab, frantically scuttling to keep pace with its trainer, before continuing, “With those claws of yours, I think you're best suited for the job. I know you’ll make a fine barber.”

Noisily clacking his pincers together, Keo smiled proudly. A bit of a show-off, he liked compliments. He knew this would be a great chance to impress his comrades.

As they neared the barn, Ben finished explaining Keo’s task. “If it is shearing Yuri needs us to help with, then it would probably best if you clipped the Mareep's wool first with Cut, trimmed it down with Fury Cutter next, and ended with X-Scissor for some flash and style.”


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Arc_Angel
29th September 2009, 11:14 PM
The Lost Jungles

Arc Angel: You take a few small paces back, eying up the stunning piece as you unroll your sleeves. You’d been pushed to your limits and each harsh obstacle another sending you closer to the edge. The desolation the elderly gypsy had thrown you under was beginning to way up, the notions of paranoia echoing about your subconscious chiselling at every thread of endurance and you were just about to crack. Not this time, no siree you were stronger than that, or so you told yourself. With a determined grin you bind your palms against the triangular overhang wedged very tightly north. As each finger settles on the aurous ridge, you feel a slight tingling pulse from your finger tips down to your body. It was time. You lean rearward, shifting all of your weight to the back as you hope to trigger some movement. Still rigid as ever, you squash one foot onto the dial’s plane, towing if all your strength as you bite your lip in concentration. Huffing and puffing as you scramble into different positions tugging with all your might, the dust quickly settles and you realise it wasn’t going to budge under your doing. Spiritomb swirls over your shoulder like a nerve-jangling breeze, a few green balls spewing from his essence and mantling across the dial’s handle. Whilst strong enough to leash a skilful toad with no trouble at all, the dark spews of purple failed to do much either. You both untwine from the tangled embrace, at a loss for the manpower, even with Jericho’s ego.

You pause for a second, wondering if the shimmering face was even supposed to be shunted or if there was more too it. You where just about done with mind games, so you fiddle with your varied repertoire of balls fastened to your attire, plucking a tasty looking capture device which looked like a chocolate bonbon. You raise the Malteaser an inch above your waist, thumbing it to the size of a spherical Easter Egg as it gave off a sweet whiff. Not in the ideal space to pitch it forward, you balance the Chocolate Ball atop of your open palms as it cracks open by itself. An explosion of auburn light colours the golden walls for a split second, the spur of sweet radiance soon dimming to showcase a stubby little bear cub which yawns cutely as it stretches its fluffy limbs. She suddenly leaps to your arms in fear, weakly opening her beady eyes only to find the two of you completely walking on air. As she grips against your body like a Koala Bear, you take little time to plop her on the primordial clockface with another task at hand. It was time for the teddy to show the boys a real show of strength, much to their humiliation. Maddie paces up and down the dial, coming to a stop at the overhang and walking back round. She stared at the abstract illustrations like they were pictures in a story book, her ears prickled to your instructions as she went along. The grizzly flexes her muscles slightly, rolling her flowery bangle back as her claws drew bare from her otherwise cute mitts. She then places the two paws on the face of the extension, her nose flared and brow scrunched as she began shifting her weight forward. You watch in wonder as the clock began to move, a low bellow echoing across the insane dimension as the slabs of gold scraped against each over. Slowly but surely the dial’s finger budged clockwise, the small teddy gritting and snorting as she rammed her whole body forward.

After a good five minutes turned into a show of Strength, the cub finally howls at the impressive feat with overhang now facing a good deal south. The victory jig is short-lived however, as the raincloud illustration flickers a glowing Navy, the creaky hollow of thunder sounding although this time you can’t be sure if it’s a mind trick or not. The Sun Dial begins glowing a blinding yellow as you, the bear and the frog suddenly feel your feet pick up beneath you. You flail your arms about wondering what the hell is going on, the shiny tunics and patterned walls fading to black as you drift upward and onward in the dark abyss. Suddenly! You wince as a queasy feeling takes charge, the world around you spinning drastically as a deafening drone you could only compare to a steam train shooting past. You lost sight of Maddie, Jericho and Reaper – even the two followers had broke out of your mitts as you feel yourself thrust through the universe in less than a few seconds

*Thud!*

*Patter*

*Patter*

An unknown amount of time passes, and you wearily open your eyes, the heavy droplets of rain patting against your muddy face. You clamber to your feet, wiping the wet streaks of hair from your face as days events come into realisation. Something felt different about your surroundings, the crooked trees honing a feral disposition and the quick downpour leaving little wildlife unhidden. It isn’t long before a messy Koffing pushes its way through a thick of muddy undergrowth, cussing at the state of his garments yet you couldn’t be happier to see a familiar face. You pace about the cluster of large shrubs, turning every leaf you come across in search of the remaining four. A sudden glimmer of purple and green catches your eye, as you and Jericho weakly dash to a cliff edge where Reaper’s Keystone was barely settled. Palming the snoozing spectre you check the landscape for signs of your remaining comrades. The drop in terrain scoped across the entire horizon, watching as a few Wingull flew across the ravine only hoping the baby chimp and bear cub hadn’t warped too close to the fifty-foot drop. Suddenly you notice an uprooted log begin rumbling wildly. A set of goldy brown feet pop from the log’s midpoint, the legged cylinder now stumbling dizzily as a set of arms ripped free. The clawed paws then slash frantically at the rest of the log, Maddie’s face panning into view amidst the chippings of lumber flying about. That was your own three down, but where were the others? You continue to chase through the dark jungle’s edge, calling desperately for the infant you’d swore to protect – heck, even Croagunk’s face wouldn’t be too bad at this point. Spending a few minutes blindly shaking through the thick shrubbery you suddenly feel another presence – an unsettling vibe running through your limbs before you even made eye contact.

“You!” a mysterious voice rasps, “You must the one they call ‘Arc Angel’” You suddenly flip to your rear in panic, noticing a group of about a dozen or so cloaked figures with their faces shadowed out. The head of the group, the man calling your attention by your rarely given pseudonym seemed slightly taller than the henchmen, a curved wooden staff held in his grasp tipped a deep scarlet. His other arm was outstretched and patting- Croagunk!? Why that dirty double-crosser! I guess nothing less could be expected from the shifty amphibian, but that didn’t stop Reaper from bursting out of the keystone with each of his personalities feeling a distinct sensation of rage.

“You’ve played your part well, none of us would be here without you”, the man said in a snarky tone, his voice far too powerful to be taken lightly, “But now my fair angel, you must be put to rest. Kill them! Kill them all!”

With that, the henchmen began jeering passionately, and as they did so the man banged his staff against the floor causing it to pulse with a scarlet aura. Summoning two shadowy wisps which snaked across the ground, the staff flashed brightly as the circular shadows ripped through the clammy terra. With a double dose of vicious screams, a Dusclops and a Muk emerged from the shadows with a puff of black smoke. They looked different, both with a streak of monotone colouring and an ominous aura that’d you become somewhat familiar with and grown to fear. Whilst up for another struggle, you’re in no position to even order as the bandaged mummy wiggles his fingers and Disables you from moving an inch. With your arms dead and jaw locked, the two shadow monsters take their pick of your troop as the obscure figures look on with upmost pride. Muk is first to attack, slugging forward and hocking up a slew of Gunk which flings forward and bullets against the shiny sack. You’d never seen the move carried out with such power, the purple Shot cleaving across Jericho for a clean KO. You feel yourself screaming inside as the Cyclops waddles its way to the scared stiff teddy. The dull bandages draped across its body begin to unravel as they travel toward Maddie, wrapping her up and wringing her out with a merciless Bind. The bear splutters and chokes as her mug colours blue, the Beckon Pokémon keeping to its word as the clench became a strangle. The heartless fiend cackled as the summoned shadows made quick work of your companions, the heady spell still proving effective as you could barely blink. Suddenly!

“Your reign of terror stops right here, Dim Sun!” A womanly voice announces, causing your heart to race with the notion there may still be hope. The thick canopy of trees suddenly give way, a girl with long blonde locks trailing in all directions softy hung in the sky with her arms widespread as a flurry of wind kept her airborne. She elegantly flicks her wrists and the wind disperses, the magical heroine dropping a few feet before you and the foe. She sweeps her hair behind her back and hastily switches into a battle stance.

“You will pay for destroying my beautiful garden, Syrian! Giratina is on his way” she blurts. Right on queue, a magnificent reindeer-like creature swoops from Iris’ trail, sporting a dazzling white coat with a few lime stripes. The lengendary growls cockily as it gallops circles around the trees before reaching the Shadow Dusclops. You notice the few dead thickets it’d rushed across burst in a colourful bloom of flowers, The Beckon Pokémon grumbling in nausea as he untangled his bandages from the unconscious teddy. The two shadow beasts corner Shaymin, each forming a Shadow Ball with the sight alone causing the sky warrior to cower back into its land form. Syrian and Croagunk snort, the dark master lowering his hood courteously giving you a clear glimpse of his face. He looked like a demon: his iris coloured red and his grinned teeth pointed like fangs. Several scars showed on his pale face, and scarlet veins glowing up his skin giving him the look of a dark sorcerer of unearthly proportions.

“Beautiful Iris, if Giratina is on his way then my plan is sailing smoothly”, he replies calmly, signalling his minions to finish Shaymin. You gulp within your paralysed body, almost as though the two had completely forgotten about you. Iris bites her lip in concentration, stone-faced as she eyed the trembling hedgehog which looked back desperately. Suddenly! The goddess waves an arm in your direction causing your body to spasm back to movement, your first reaction to check up on Maddie and Jericho who where both out cold but still breathing – Reaper was tactfully by your side and Aipom was still nowhere to be found. The man raises his staff in anger, but Iris is quick enough to wave her other arm causing the two Shadow Minions to disperse into nothingness. She runs to your side with a look of terror on her face. Grasping your hands she gently pushes you backward,

“Run my dear!” Iris pleas “Run faster than your legs can carry you and don’t look back!”

I want to thank you for the beautifully written update and appologise about the delay in my reply.
I can only hope my reply does it justice ^-^

Maddie stood upon the elegant weather dial peering down at the nothingness below and felt her stomach roll. That was not right! Her trainer had asked her to move the dial to the rain cloud picture and she assumed that the young woman had been unable to do so herself, especially considering she would need her Strength to do so. She caught Jericho’s glum look and guessed that he wasn’t all too pleased about being up staged by a small teddybear and Reaper was looking as solemn and serious as always his purple form encasing the neck of a Croagunk oddly. In her trainers arms was a small baby Aipom wrapped in her white shirt and she wondered when she acquired that Pokemon. Concentrating on the task at hand and after walking up and down the dial assessing its integrity she dug her feet into the bottom and grasped the pointer and began to exert all her strength in attempting to move it. She grunted as the gold pointer slowly began to shift and scrape against the dial as Jericho rolled his eyes not impressed what-so-ever. Maddie grinned at her small amount of success and kept applying the pressure in small jolts moving the pointer slowly but surely. Stacey kept her eyes on her bear should the pointer suddenly shift quickly and she lose her balance off the dial but after a good few minutes Maddie let loose her grip from the pointer and bounced happily despite her aching arms.

Stacey beamed and was about to praise her for her success when she noticed the embossed image turn a dark navy as the echoing sounds of thunder filled the air making Stacey stare skyward frowning deeply. Was this another mind trick?

’Please don’t tell me she’s still around and messing with me, I couldn’t take it’ she mentally prayed as a golden glow before her tore her out of her thoughts. Looking at the dial a now brilliant gold she shielded her eyes before she gasped as she felt the flooring give way. Looking down she thought for a moment that she was about to plunge to her death when she noticed that she was rising not falling, and so was Maddie and Croagunk, Reaper floating up higher to meet him. Jericho was observing all this with amusement wondering what would happen next. His eyes widened in shock matching those of his panicking trainer as she shot into the air along with the others and he sped upwards trying to keep up. Stacey had lost sight of all her Pokemon, including Croagunk and Aipom who had somehow disappeared from her arms. All she saw darkness as the world slipped away replaced by a loud droning and intense pressure inside her head. Oh God it felt like her skull was being crushed and soon everything faded as she blacked out.
A new sound filled her ears, it was the sound of light pattering, it was all around and it was disturbing her sleep. Groaning at the remnants of a headache starting to come back into focus she felt a constant tapping on her skin and she was forced to open her eyes. Her vision was hazy and so far all she could make out was the wet mud on the ground, the same mud that was slowly covering her face. Finding strength in her arms she shifted and hoisted herself off the ground moving into a sitting position using the thick heavy rainfall to cleanse her face as best as possible. Running a hand through her now wet shoulder length hair moving a few errant strands from her face she saw that she was back in the forest … and it was raining. Wait! Did that mean that the weather dial worked? There certainly didn’t seem to be any trace of fire around her but as the bushes around her shuffled she leapt to her knees in the best defensive stance she could manage. A grumbling preceded the Pokemon that emerged from the undergrowth and Stacey had never been so glad to see her bag of noxious gas until now.

“What the HELL was all that about? Point me in the direction of the assclown that threw us through that trippy portal and I’ll kick his *** all over this forest. Have you seen what’s become of my waistcoat? It’s DIRTY, it’ll take forever to get these stains out and I swear one of my Jericho rhinestones has come loose. Its …” Stacey interrupted his ranting by pulling him into a hug and sighing happily as Jericho blinked with confusion.

“Well babes, I knew you wanted me really, I’m a ball of sex here and hey you got some of the mud off my waistcoat you have uses after all.” Stacey looked down to her tan tank top that was darker with the rain and smeared with mud.

“Its good to see you Jericho,” she said ignoring his lewd and snarky comments,” come on we’ve got to find the others” she finished as she rose to her feet. Jericho smartly followed her and assisted her in searching for the others. She pushed aside bushes sometimes getting scratches across her pale skin from the thorns there and searched around trees but was beginning to get concerned. Suddenly pushing through a bush she saw a glow of lilac and walking through saw Reaper’s keystone balanced precariously on a cliffs edge. Rushing forward a little hastily almost forgetting her own safety she crouched down at the cliffs edge and grabbed onto Reaper sighing with relief that he was safe, if sleeping. Stacey looked up and was in awe at the scene before it, it was simply gorgeous the horizon seemed to expand forever, the cliff seemed to overlook the majority of the jungle and the sun was beginning to set in the sky. A couple of Wingull flew by diving down over the trees and Stacey got caught up in the majesty of it. She was glad that it was now safe but her mind returned to her team, she had found two of her own now she hoped that Maddie, Aipom and Croagunk had been dropped off the cliff. Suddenly she heard a rumbling behind her and turned to see a broken tree trunk rolling back and forth. Peering at it curiously she saw the wood splinter as a pair of brown feet popped out before finding the ground. A pair of arms with a familiar bracer ripped and the arms slashed furiously at the remainder of the log wildly glaring at shreddings panting as she calmed down anger written on her face. She kicked a piece of wood and heard a chuckle behind her to see Jericho smirking at her and Stacey smiling warmly happy to have all her Pokemon with her. She couldn’t stop her search now, even though ditching Croagunk was a relief she still needed to find Aipom. Looking along the cliffs edge, walking precariously she continued to hunt for the 2 missing Pokemon.

As she continued around the jungles perimeter she suddenly felt a cold chill run down the length of her spine … something wasn’t right here. As a deep dark voice spoke behind her she whirled around clutching Reaper close to her chest glaring at him. Jericho and Maddie moved before their trainer sensing the same thing, something was off with this man and it made their skin crawl.

“You must the one they call ‘Arc Angel’” the mysterious man said. Stacey felt immediate panic as he knew her alter ego, her other name, the one her parallel self used. There were about a dozen other surrounding this stranger all dressed in thick cloaks, their hoods shrouding their faces. Stacey was more freaked out by how they managed to sneak up on them without as such as making a sound. Focusing back on the cloaked figure she assumed was the leader as he spoke for the group. He too was shrouded in a dark cloak and appeared slightly taller and grasped a worn staff that had a purple tip. Eyes roaming down to his other arm she saw a familiar froggie being petting affectionately. Instantly her eyes turned harsh as daggers were thrown in its, direction.

’How DARE that little **** betray us, it lead us throughout this god awful adventure only to turn on us, you better stay by his side Croagunk for if I get my hands on you there won’t be enough time in the world to pick up the pieces of your flesh’ she roared in her mind too furious to speak. Reaper sensing the rage in his trainer spiralled out of his keystone and putting two and two together instantly met her emotion head on as various voices seemed to roar out at once in a haunting melody of anger.

“You’ve played your part well, none of us would be here without you”, the man said in a snarky tone, his voice far too powerful to be taken lightly, “But now my fair angel, you must be put to rest. Kill them! Kill them all!”

Stacey was instantly on guard and her Pokemon took defensive stances ready to fight to the death since he had offered no alternative. She was clearly outnumbered but she had faith in her Pokemon and she could call on all 6 which she might need. The way the man smirked from under his hood creeped her out and her skin crawled, she could sense his power and knew that she couldn’t drop her guard, she had never felt so nervous going into a battle but with their lives on the line what else could she feel. His minions started to jeer and all turn to face the small group as their leader lifted is staff before dropping it to the ground sending two wisps of indigo energy as shadow energy rippled from the staff and the beams of energy exploded into the ground and two figures emerged bathed in grey and purple. Stacey felt her heart drop and her stomach knot as the Muk and Dusclops scream their voices filling the silent jungle and making her shiver. Their bodies were a familiar grey blue, eyes filled with unbridled rage and hatred glowing a violent red … Shadow Pokemon! She had one of her own and knew how hard they were to train, they must be high levelled, her own Tropius would be no match especially with the typing. Her own Pokemon were now at a major disadvantage and she began to fear for all their lives.

Before she even had a chance to order any attacks Dusclops began to wiggle its fingers and she felt her body suddenly become still and stiff, like she had turned to stone, a light blue aura surrounding her. She couldn’t even widen her eyes in shock, though mentally she did, looking down to her Pokemon she saw that they mirrored her thoughts looking horrified at her state. The gathered onlookers seemed to beam with pride at the Pokemon’s show of skill and malice. Stacey was now only a spectator in this battle as the two Shadows had picks of her team. Muk seemed to act next rolling something around in its mouth before spitting out the Gunk in a thick Shot that shot across the air with such speed she had never seen before and struck Jericho across his chest throwing him into a tree KO’ed.

’No … no, Jericho. It’s so powerful, how can we stop these madmen? Stop it, leave my Pokemon alone!’ she whispered horrified at how quickly the situation was dissolving into a nightmare.

Her gaze was drawn to Dusclops who was slowly stalking towards Maddie who was frozen in fear trembling at the sight of the larger ghost Pokemon, she couldn’t even move to escape.

’Oh no, please God no leave Maddie alone. Please … Maddie run, you’ve got to run … RUN PLEASE!’ she screamed in her mind feeling a tear of fear run down her cheek. Dusclops extends its arms and its bandages unravelled and slowly made their way over to the tiny teddy who could only watch them wrap around her form. Stacey screamed again but it was all in her mind, she wanted to much to run over and tear Dusclops’s eye out for this. The ghost began to Bind her tightly squeezing the air from her lungs and trying its best to crush her bones too.

’No NO NO NO! She’s just a child, god please stop it STOP IT. Attack me, kill me, but pl-please leave her alone,’ she began sobbing heavily her body responding as heavy tears ran down her face staring at the man who was orchestrating this.

’Please … please’ she begged him, begging was all she had left, hoping he could hear her and would listen, ’Just let them go, you can have me, do whatever you want with me but … *sob* let them go..’. As he laughed cold heartedly her blood ran cold as she saw Maddie slump out cold but with Dusclops still crushing her. She felt all hope leave her and she would have slumped into a pathetic mess in defeat if the Disable was not in place.

Suddenly a feminine voice filled the air and Stacey hardly heard it too busy caught up in her misery and sorrow. She felt a strong wind behind her and watched as a young girl float overhead before landing gracefully between her and her tormentor and executor, now know as Dim Sun. She was beautiful Stacey could see that much and had long golden locks that reached down to the floor and as she stood before the entrapped ghost trainer she took on what looked like a battle stance. Stacey didn’t dare to hope but this girl with the ability to fly looked like she could hold her own.

“You will pay for destroying my beautiful garden, Syrian! Giratina is on his way” she spoke in soft tones and Stacey’s attention was suddenly caught, Giratina, it was coming here? She felt a thrill of excitement despite the situation but it was soon drowned out as caught sight of her Pokemon once more. A majestic voice followed as a white and green creature galloped forward circling the trees causing flowers to bloom in its wake. It seemed to grin cockily at the gathered trainers and Pokemon as it finished its lap.

’Shaymin? I never thought I’d see one, I am imagining all this?’ Shaymin landed before the two Shadow Pokemon, Dusknoir glaring angrily at the intrusion withdrawing its bandages from Maddie’s fallen form. As both shadows round on Shaymin it begins to regret its position and reverted to its land forme as duel Shadow Balls were charged before it. The leader seemed amused by this and pulled his hood back; if Stacey could recoil in horror, she would have, he hardly looked human! Is eyes were a deep red matching the throbbing veins on his face which was also marred with scars. He grinned revealing vicious fangs that stretched past his lips.

“Beautiful Iris, if Giratina is on his way then my plan is sailing smoothly”, that didn’t sound good at all. He was trying to summon Giratina? What did he want with it? Stacey wasn’t sure she wanted to know. The girl looked on nervously matching her Shaymin’s gaze, the gratitude Pokemon worried about this news and the situation it was in. Suddenly she waved her arms and Stacey felt her body move of its own accord. She had her freedom of movement returned to her and collapsed to the ground the exhaustion and negative emotions weakening her body. She looked up her body shivering from the shock of it all. Her gaze turned to Maddie and Jericho and she felt her eyes well up, they suffered so much, tortured for just being here with her. Why? Reaper was by her side instantly guarding her as best as possible keeping his gaze focused on the demon before them. Said demon looked at her in rage and raised his staff only for the girl to wave her arms turning his Shadows into wisps of black and grey. Stacey had just about made it to her feet on unsteady legs when the girl ran to her grasping her shoulders nearly knocking her over.

“Run my dear!” Iris pleas “Run faster than your legs can carry you and don’t look back!” She implored looking deep into the misty blue eyes of the elder woman. Stacey looked down to her fallen friends and felt more tears rise and fall from her eyes. She shakily held up their balls and returned them quickly before running off in the opposite direction sobbing her heart out, Reaper having a job to keep up with her. She was blinded by tears, a blurred view of the jungle as she ran over vine and through bushes tearing more of her clothing. All she could see was the torture of her Pokemon. It played over and over in her mind, Maddie with a look of terror facing something from a nightmare that tried to kill her. It shouldn’t have happened, she shouldn’t have put them in that situation. Deep down she knew it wasn’t her fault but the guilt was eating away at her.

’Why does this follow me around? Why is my life a canvas of blood and pain? Why can’t have a normal life where my Pokemon are safe and happy? Why … Why did they have to suffer?’ The last thought had her sobbing turned up to a new level and in her rush she didn’t see the uprooted tree trunk and fell over it landing harshly on the ground. Breathing erratically unable to calm her emotions she lay in a heap on the wet ground, yet more mud soaking into her clothes and painting her skin Reaper had caught up t her and took in her dishelleved and pitiful appeared. He floated over to her and saw the far off look in her eyes as she silently cried. He didn’t know what to do or say, his souls had seen some horrors in their past, caused most of them so the events had not shocked him. He warily eyed her wondering what to do now. He knew nothing about comforting women, torturing, stalking, attacking and raping women yes, but not one of his souls had been all that caring to the opposite sex and so he sat silently keeping guard as he waited patiently for his trainer to sort herself out.

PeeGee
5th October 2009, 7:21 AM

Moonlight Shrine

Food Guy: The chips were down for your evil self, and against all odds he’s determined to go out with a bang. On your side of the range, it looked as though all the cards where in your favour, and even with a hard-hitting force of shadow it looked as though the chipper Sunflower could just as easily bounce back. These thoughts rattle through your mind, however there’s little else to do now but cheer on your comrade as the orders are sent and both grass types spring into action. Sunny is first up, wafting a thick stream of pink fragrance across the pitch and filling it with a Sweet Scent. The enemy grimaces at first, but as the sugary aroma snakes its way to the shadow foe, he can’t help feeling taken back by a whiff. The once feral flora suddenly settles into an unruffled state, the heartless trainer slurring at the evil-Sunny for slipping up so easily. With a streak of confidence, the chirpy sunflower continues his cheery rampage, a few blades of Grass weaving forward before ensnarling the shadow Sunny, tugging on his stem and tripping him up once more. The Pokémon yelps, this time more embarrassed than hurt. “Get up!” his trainer spits, the evil Sunny weakly stumbling to his feet and enveloping in a Shadowy aura as he had done several times before. He gallops forward, guns-a-blazing in all hopes to End things for the golden grass-type. Sunny hastily whips up a force of Nature taking the Power of a dark attack. The too forces collide, the shadowed doppelganger leaping into the Dark Pulse causing an explosion of black smoke enveloping the entire cavern in dust. The smoke soon dies down, leaving one Sunflora standing whilst the other lay unconscious... Level-Up for Sunny!

“No fair!” Karmas yells, aiming a Shadow Ball at the comatose Sunny which is quickly sucked up by its purplish ray, “You’ll pay for this”. Zoran rumbles in light of the threat, the boy’s Zoran scowling in return. You feel as though another scrap was about to kick off as the two of you circle the dreary crypt, far too timid to ask what the hell was going on. You find yourself settled a few paces ahead of the inky black pool. The doppelganger cracks a half smile, his pale complexion only heightening your heartbeat leaving you completely on edge. “Razor Leaf”, he whispers, your own Shiftry raising his arms in a defensive stance. However, as evil-Zoran flicks his wrists, the cut-throat shuriken don’t hit a single one of you. The dagger-like leaves instead rip across the cobbled flooring, causing the frayed bits rubble to rip loose from the frail clay cracks. The ledge you where so barely parked on breaks apart from the rest before you could barely flinch, plopping into the mystical black pool with you on board! You flail your arms in panic, your last glimpse ahead being the pale-faced teen cracking a wicked smile. *Splash!* You wince as you body is completely drenched in the liquid substance, kicking your legs wildly whilst clinging onto what could only be a terrified Sunny who wraps his leaves around your waist. The black marsh begins swirling as though somebody had pulled a plughole, mixing with streaks of purple and blue to a point it looked like a swirling black hole. Your partnered Shiftry had managed to ricochet off the falling debris without dropping into the pool of illusion, but with arms and head out of sight his face dropped to a distinct glint of fear. Willing to risk his own life to save yours, the wicked Pokemon lunges off the ledge, diving into the whirling vortex with no idea of what awaited. You suddenly feel your limbs freeze up, unable to swim as you drop lifelessly beneath. You desperately squint upward as the dim light from the partially lit tomb hastily fades to a pitch-black chasm. An ominous current continued to tug, bubbles seeping from your mouth and nose as the world around you disappeared from existence and you faded out of consciousness...


“We ow___ur lives to you...”
“Get__his vermin of___f me!”
“Watc__armas, __ the wor____eels to m_ oblivion!”

Visions rattle through your mind, a world of flashes racing past causing you a great deal of pain. You’re unable to keep up with the wild premonitions, your body tumbling blindly through a dark furrow at a velocity you couldn’t gauge. A trippy sensation overcomes you as you go under again, unable to remain conscious for little more than a few seconds... The heavens above rumble, kick-starting your senses as you weakly open your eyes. Dull clouds where stretching across the night’s sky, a flash of lightning jolting you to your feet. The pitter-patter of heavy rainfall began to sound, bouncing off of the large leaves of the upper canopy whilst they slowly trickled down to the mucky undergrowth. Zoran hops to a branch just a pace ahead, a small sunflower curled up in his arms. He growls gruffly, as if to suggest you should start making tracks... Where had the mystical pool sent you? The humid ambiance brought back recent memories of Lyanazia’s Lost Jungles. You look forward in Zoran’s direction, a long dark opening stretching further than your eyes could see at this time of night. The soaring branches of the Tainted Forest set themselves affront of the full moon, the silhouettes of the twisted twigs give the impression of being crooked claws. A faint gush of trickling water tickled your senses, to your left was a five-foot cliff drop to Typhus flow. Peeking over the small slump, a canoe strapped around a tree captures your eye, swaying gently on the streams current... What will you do?

As the round's orders were sent, Karmas couldn't help but feel that the favour of the battle was on his side. Once again starting off the battle Sunny let out a relaxed sigh, releasing a pink fragrance into the air. The Sweet Scent forced Sunny's evil counterpart to slip into an unsettled state. Happy at what he had done, Sunny continued to attack. This time the Sunflora utilized the power of Grass Knot, the grass wrapping itself around Evil Sunny's feet and tripping him over. The purple sunflower stumbled back onto his feet, covering himself in a Shadowy aura as he did so. Glaring at Sunny, he charged towards the sunflower, hoping to End the battle. Sunny threw his arms up, drawing from Nature's Power, and managed to create a Dark Pulse. Evil Sunny collided with the attack, which resulted in a large explosion. When the smoke caused by the explosion died down, Karmas was ecstatic to find that Sunny was victorious.

“No fair!” Karmas yelled, aiming a Shadow Ball at the comatose Sunny which was quickly sucked up by its purplish ray, “You’ll pay for this.”

At the sound of a threat, Zoran scowled at Evil Karmas, Evil Zoran giving him a scowl back. As the Karmases circled the crypt, Karmas was afraid that a fight between him and his evil twin would break out. But thankfully that didn't happen, instead Karmas found himself in front of the murky pool. Karmas looked at Evil Karmas, and he felt his blood freeze when he saw the smirk on his twin's face.

“Razor Leaf”, he whispered, Zoran raising his arms in a defensive stance.

To Karmas' surprise, when Evil Zoran threw the leaves, not one hit the trio. Instead they ripped up the floor, and before he could do anything, the ledge on which he was standing broke off. Karmas let out a cry as the ledge, and him, landed in the water. As he began to sink into the water, Karmas yelled for Zoran and Sunny to help him. Sunny grabbed out with his leaves, wrapping them around his trainer's waist, a look off terror plastered on his normally cheery face. The water began to churn, in a manner of a plug being pulled out of a sink, with the blue and black streaks of the pool starting to look like a black hole. Zoran, who had managed to avoid falling into the pool, looked at Karmas with a distinct look of fear on his face. He took a gulp before he jumped into the pool, willing to risk his own life to save that of his partner. But it was futile, the moment that Zoran touched the water Karmas felt his body freeze up, and as he squinted up into the air the light dimmed into pitch black. A current pulled and pushed Karmas as bubbles bubbled out of his mouth and nose, thankfully unconsciousness took over.

“We ow___ur lives to you...”
“Get__his vermin of___f me!”
“Watc__armas, __ the wor____eels to m_ oblivion!”

Sharp pain shot through Karmas' head as visions rolled by one by one. He was unable to keep up with the visions in his head, and Karmas felt a trippy sensation overcame his mind as he fell unconscious again... Karmas awoke to the sound of thunder rumbling over head. A bolt of lightning brought Karmas to his feet as the pitter-patter of rain hitting the leaves sent chills up his spine. He looked ahead and saw Zoran sitting on a branch ahead of him, with Sunny curled up in arms. Seeing the sunflower curled up, obviously tired, Karmas returned the grass type. Zoran gave a ruff growl, a sign that said to Karmas to move on. Wondering where the pool had taken him, Karmas looked in Zoran's direction and saw the soaring branches of the Tainted forest, and to his surprise Karmas heard water trickling. He looked to his left and Karmas saw a five-foot drop to Typhus flow. Karmas also saw that there was a canoe attached to a tree.

"How am I going to get down there?" pondered Karmas when an idea struck him. "Zoran I want you to help me scale that cliff."

As Zoran nodded his head, Karmas plucked a ball from his belt and threw it at the ground. A large manta-ray burst from the ball, Karmas' Matine Ray-Ray.

"Okay Ray-Ray, I want you to use Water Pulse and then Zoran I want you to muster up all your ice energy to create a Blizzard and form a bridge," ordered Karmas, confident in his plan. "Then Ray-Ray, I want you to stay beside me in the water 'cause I'm going to try and paddle that canoe down the river. Zoran I want you to stay in the branches overhead in case something goes wrong."

And with that Karmas hoped that his plan would work.

mew-the original
11th October 2009, 8:59 PM
Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Having reached a blooming courtyard just a stones throw away from the grand entryway, you find yourself completely taken back by one of the Castle’s critters. Much to your hard luck, the sooner you’d spotted the flowery hedgehog the sooner it was making a break for it. You scald the unruly rex whose rowdy actions were partially to blame for striking fear into the elusive legendaries’ eye. It scuttles about half way up the flowery lattice, barely noticeable amidst all the vinery and its budding pink flowers. You outstretch an arm as a sign of peace, the hedgehog clinging to the ivy and peeping downward with its curiosity piqued. However the magical moment is cut short again as the Shaymin merges back into the flowery barricade and continues to scuttle higher and higher. Your eyes remain fixated, pacing backward slightly so you can see the cute little rodent wriggle up the patches of brickwork toward the tallest of the dozen or so towers. The pudgy white Pokémon becomes harder and harder to see, to a point you have to squint to make out the pinkish Gracedia sprouting from its neck. Shaymin finally reaches a small window, shyly hopping into the open pane into the highest room of the tallest tower. It was a shame to see your encounter made so brief, but looking ahead you notice the fine, oak door had crept wide open. Had somebody let you in? It wasn’t exactly polite to just barge straight in, but as you met the lofty door’s frame, you could already see a great deal of the hall’s interior. The floors where patterned a beautiful marble white, its walls sporting the same marvellous sheen. A few painting patterned the walls: fruit bowls, flower beds, and the like. Just a foot ahead was a long carpet threaded a regal scarlet, stretching all the way down the empty hall and snaking its way up a flight of stairs... You wait a few moments, pacing up and down the outer doormat to no avail, whoever had let you in clearly wasn’t around. What will you do?

Tim stood in awe as he really noticed how tall the castle was upclose, watching the grass covered hedgehog climb its way into the tallest tower. Suddenly the main door creaked open, filled with curiosity, Tim veered his head in, noticing all the fancy decore which would be expected of a castle. After a moments hesitation, Tim entered the luxurious castle, "Hmm, that Shaymin climbed into the tallest tower," Tim thought, "maybe if I climb up the flight of stairs, we'll cross paths again." The teenage trainer and his two companions, Morph and Jurasic, dashed towards the staircase, in an attempt to find the legendary pokemon. "Seems fshy that the doors just opened like that though..." Tim thought in the back of his mind. The trainer shook his head, trying to remove the timid thoughts of his past from his mind. "I wonder if I'll find anything else exciting in this castle though."

Emp
29th November 2009, 4:04 PM
I’m really sorry for the delay, I never expected it to take this long. They’re here anyways, and now out group of five goes back down to four with the conclusion of an adventure. With all the work I’ve had outside of college, this batch nearly killed me. Ergo, I’m going back to rapidfire with the exception of Arc Angel, that’ll benefit us all in the long run.

Safari Zone

Treep: The Dung Beetle held its grip on the squishy grey sack, his mandibles chattering frenziedly as they salivated with drool. You had your back against the wall and it all felt as though you where in a little too deep. You could only hope Nimbus could hold his own, every bone in your body paralysed stiff as you volley another set of commands which would no doubt to squeeze him out of the tight spot. The forecast Pok&#233;mon barely receives your audio signals above his high-pitched squealing with the pressure of each barb steadily increasing. He makes out the first attack, Teleport, with a vague thick of mauve energy fizzling around his cranium. Nimbus winces slightly, trying to channel what remained of his psych to no avail! The little sack blacks out through fatigue, leaving Pinsir with another course to his gourmet banquet.

Your heart begins to sink as the rabid invertebrate stretched his gluttonous torso, leaving Nimbus a good few feet above the patchy dirt which he longed so desperately to scuttle across. At this point the oval device was beeping like crazy although you can’t quite move enough to check its LCD display – your eyes still fixated on the barbed chokehold. The sack’s manic whimpers quickly allay as he gasps for breath, strangled to a point he falls comatose. The auburn Beatle’s ears prickle with his wriggly snack no longer struggling. Its somewhat chipped and frayed pincers suddenly snap like an old-time guillotine… His sideways jaws slopped open right on queue for the greyish skull which should’ve landed at his feet by now… Frantically spinning on the spot, the scorched bug rumbles in confusion. Not only had his dinner vanished, but the boy nearby had disappeared in the blink of an eye! It wails in dissatisfaction before hobbling back into the forest to lick its wounds, nearby trainers being sure to stay clear of its territory.

You open your eyes, pupils hastily dilating as you’re welcomed to a brightly-lit room. You stutter forward slightly, overcome with a trippy sensation as if you’d just been thrown off of a merry-go-round. You dizzily walk around the pristine, circular space, flashes of the morning’s events beginning settling into place again. Where was Nimbus!? You rush forward, a barely noticeable line in the whitewashed wall cracking open automatically. A lady in a chic lab coat meets your presence, giving you a rosy smile before strutting into the ovular room.

“I’m sorry to say that’s the end of your Safari Zone Adventure!” the shrill voice announces. Just a second ago you where in the thick of a Jungle, but it appeared you’d slipped up somehow. “Nimbus’s was unable to battle, activating the Pok&#233;nav’s teleportation safety feature. If you’d like to follow me back into the main lobby, your Pok&#233;mon should be treated in a matter of minutes”. The Scientist exits the teleportation room, ushering you to follow her. You follow the silent swagger of stilettos ahead with spirits low, missing out on the Pinsir and more importantly letting Nimbus down. After a few silent paces she welcomes you back into the reception which is just as busy as before. However rather than following the busy queue you find yourself sat in a waiting area with your head in your hands. Suddenly, you feel a small hand thump the back of your head!

“Hey Matthew Brown!” a young redhead announces, “So you lost too huh?” At this point you recognise the small freckled boy, who you’d remembered as Twiggy, only this time unaccompanied by his older sister. The short kid continues to interrogate you, bothering you at every turn until he gets the gist of your account.

“Wow, your Castform took on a Pinsir!? I wonder how Susie’s fendin’, she’s still out huntin’”, he sighs, probably too juvenile to get the ferry by himself and cooped in the lobby until his sister returns, “I didn’t manage to catch any Pok&#233;mon but I snagged this wicked cool Safari Ball as a constellation prize!” The boy then involuntarily flashes a camo-style Pokeball in your face, still chuffed even though he’d made a mess himself. Maybe there was something to learn from his chipper attitude, but right now you couldn’t wait to collect Nimbus and move on.

“Matthew Brown?” the pink-haired receptionist asks, catching your attention after a few minutes shuffling through your MP3, “Nimbus is fighting fit! If you’d like to collect his Pokeball there’s a ferry schedule over at the Information Desk”. The woman keeps a cheery disposition, handing you the sphere which no doubt housed the energetic Weather Pok&#233;mon. Twiggy was stood less than a pace behind, the annoying shadow you’d be somewhat pleased to get rid of.

“Oh and I almost forgot!” the receptionist yells, “You did capture a Pok&#233;mon, right?” she starts tapping away furiously at a computer, and Twiggy’s eyes seemed to flicker with curiosity. “Yep that’s right, a Lv.3 Cherubi, female I believe. It’s housed in a Safari Ball; you can take it if you like. We often get trainers, who don’t have enough room to look after another Pok&#233;mon, in which case they’re released back into the preservation. What do you say?” A muddy green ball shoots up from a tube on the receptionist’s desk. It’d be a shame to go home empty handed, but then again the small shrub didn’t exactly make up for the loss of Pinsir.

“Cherubi!? Cool!” The ginger kid grins, “Hey, Matthew, if you’re not bothered about that Pok&#233;mon, I’ll trade ya for my Safari Ball… I haven’t seen these anywhere in the shops, I swear I’m not connin’ ya! How about it?” Whilst his whiny voice was less than tolerable, by some streak of luck you’d been given a nice alternative. You’d never see the youngster again, but maybe your fruity find would lead a much better life in the dynamic hands of Twiggy. What say you, Sonny Jim?

Upon replying to this update, choosing to either take a Safari Ball containing a Lv.3 Female Cherubi or Twiggy’s empty Safari Ball, you’ll effectively end your Lyanazia Adventure. Not how I expected things to go down, but a happy ending all the same. Just watch out when using foreign moves in battles, I consulted Tess and she agreed this was the most appropriate ending. Adventures aren’t always about winning, m’fraid. All that aside, you’ve been an excellent RPer and I wish you the best of luck in your future adventures. Emp.

Lost Jungles

Arc Angel: In the heat of a traumatising scuffle, you feel the mysterious heroine press you backwards with a disquieting glint of concern welling in her cerulean iris. The heavy downpour hammered against the thick canopy of shrubbery, beating its way through the murky foliage and pattering against your skull. Despite the cold chill your blood was boiled, a flood of tears trickling down your face from the moment the goddess released you from your spellbound state. The bottled emotions rattling through your mind where all let lose at once, your legs juddering as you continued to hold back the anger which was bursting to explode – even Impish would be torn apart by the near god-like antagonist. Despite the heartache you’d yielded to, the thought of further torture was just a few seconds in the making. Taking quite literally to her words, you withdraw the comatose bear and lifeless sack of toxins and dash to the nearest break in trees. It was tricky trying to make out the blurry branches camouflaged in a muffle of moss amidst the veil of tears masking your eyesight. You took whatever risk you had to, closing your eyes tight as you could, venerably rushing away from the skirmish and vowing never to look back. Desperately shambling over thick roots and waving past curtains of vinery, the sound of your own footsteps pounding against the damp soil giving you little else to think about. Less than a minute passes as you wrangle your way through the trickiest thicks of the Lost Jungle, the likes of which most trainers would shudder think of. Rolling up a muddy sleeve you wipe away the moist drips running down your cheeks, almost certain you’d gained enough leeway. You weren’t out of the woods just yet by any means, a collapsed block of timber catching your ankle as you scurried onward sending you flying off of your track!

The fall sends you tumbling face first against the spiked fragments of a buckled oak, fortunate that the torrential shower and sticky moss had weathered the blunt splinters to a point they shatter on your weight leaving less than a few grazes. You groan weakly, in need of a hero when all you had was an ethereal felon with a Dissociative identity disorder. Reaper settles his keystone on the log beside you, but he doesn’t bother to pick you up despite a familiar red fluid trickling down from your head onto the shattered remains of a lightning-stricken tree. You hadn’t fallen under however, the pitter-patter of rainfall still leaving you very much conscious as you weakly attempted to recompose yourself. You press your chafed fingers on the bits of log, digging your feet into the muddy thickets as you groaned in pain. Despite how physically and emotionally drained you felt there was no giving up now. You owed it to Pok&#233;mon who’d fought by your side. One leg at a time, you get to your feet, a distinct sensation of victory filling the air with the apathetic Spiritomb phasing to your side on queue. It doesn’t take long to sink in that you were still on a runaway, making your way through a small span of uneven terrain you’re left with another choice as for what to do next. You find yourself panting for air, scanning the leafy expanse for any source of life. There was something… a gentle crunching of dead leaves prickling your ears. A few low grunts cause your heart to skip a beat, but the noise was only that of a passing Stantler drinking from a shallow stream. There was a sharp silence, something didn’t feel right.

The strapping antelope’s eyes widen, its black pupils dilated as its rear stiffened. The cream coloured quadruped was less than subdued; breaking away from the hazy tributary as if scared out of its wits. You could only imagine the types of predator lurking in such dark stretches, with a distinct sense of empathy causing your body to instinctively curl into a defensive stance. The stag flinches at the very twitch of your limbs, you almost feel in a safe position until it crumples its face and fearfully stampedes forward in its own defence! Under usual circumstances you would’ve had a chance to swiftly react – perhaps send the mighty Macabre to telekinise a barrier – but is was all too quick for your all too tethered reactions. The antelope kicks through thickets of grass, mindlessly lunging forward in little less than the blink of an eye! A loud thump and you slam rearward down a drop of uneven terrain. The forest grows abruptly silent, you gasp in shock, wincing upward at the dusky sky unable to make a noise as blood pours up your throat. Your pale hands shake feebly, hovering over your blouse which was entirely severed and painted a deep red. Trying best not to succumb to the screaming pain you notice the Keystone rattle furiously beside you. More than it had ever had before. You could only hope Reaper would take away the pain, heal your broken bones and sew up your punctured lung - or at least scar the beast that had so chokingly rammed you against the toothed rocks of the cavernous valley. No such events happen under your witness. The pain grows too hard to bear, and you resist any further attempts of sitting up, the back of your head falling flat against the lifeless terra.

Lifted, all pain suddenly slips away, your spirit drifting through dark recesses almost through instinct. What you experienced now you where likely to forget, nothing felt right, but everything felt right. You look down at your former self, an empty carcass with no ties to you now. Not even your Pok&#233;mon could stop you from, transcending. Ahead, a bright light. Glorious warmth emanating from it. Your family, you feel your parents helping you break away from this world and into the next. There was so much light there, so much peace... Suddenly you feel your mystical journey grind to a halt. Your spirit faltering backward. It was a disgusting feeling. The warm light grew dimmer and colder, the sense of company from the two you had loved and lost weakening with it.

You start to feel again. Exhaustion, pain, misery, to name a few of the sensations now rattling through your mind. There was nothing motivating you to wake up, a thick quilt covering your body and you could only assume you’d been dreaming. The now dry locks of brunette drape softly against a plump pillow – you’d spend whatever time you could resting and face the burden of reality in the morning...

“Stacey...” a calm voice rasps faintly “Stacey, wake up my dear we don’t have much time”. With that, you feel a pair of warm hands caress your own motherly. You whimper jadedly, opening your eyes to what looked like a queen’s bedroom. Dawn had broken and the morning sun was serenely flickering against a stained glass window. The room was painted a chalky white, complimenting the dark brown oak of your four-poster bed and the adjacent dresser. As you look away from the extravagant features of the luxurious suite, you find yourself fixated on the cerulean eyes of the blonde goddess.

“I know what you’re about to ask, your Pok&#233;mon are fine”, she smiles, walking across the room gracefully unsure where to start, “What I’m more worried about... is you, Stacey”. Her weak smile suddenly slumps into a grave stare of concern, causing some confusion. You slowly slide away the silk duvet, terrified at what you may find. Inch after inch, you uncover the open wounds. The sight of a few sharp cuts sends you sick, but these scratches paled in comparison to the gaping puncture below your breast. Bones and organs you expected to never see where exposed so unnaturally. Tears begin trickling down your face as though you’d known all along, but you’d somehow repressed the sickening truth that things would never be the same. You’d come face to face with some of the most perilous feats, you had treasured a naive sense of invincibility for so long.

“I was lucky I managed to fend off those fiends before you crossed over, but I could not permanently revive you”, she pauses again, choosing her words very carefully which was all too difficult in this situation, “You’re dead Stacey, but you’ll remain here, with the living. I’m afraid you have unfinished business”. The woman paces to a door obscured by one of the oak trunks of your bed, turning its handle and letting in a warm breeze of fresh air.

“How about we have some tea, you’ve been up to so much in the past few days I think it’s time we have a chat”, the worry in her voice panics you somewhat, but alas you manage your way out of the cosy sheets and onto your feet. Your ragged attire had been replaced with a lavender nightie which gave a similar scent to its colour; thankfully it did a good job of covering your mortal wounds. You follow Iris into the bedroom’s balcony, where she was now sat at a circular table with two chairs. There was an ornate tea set laid out, small pots of sugar and honey complimenting a much larger teapot. Beyond the balcony you could hardly imagine the world was in such disarray, acres of blooming meadow flowing delicately against the soft breeze. You notice a cluster of Buneary peeking from their burrows, wheedling into wondering what’d become of Reaper and your other Pok&#233;mon.

“Please, sit down”, Iris gestures the bordering seat with a warm smile, “I can sense the cloud of confusion hazing in your mind. I’m sure you have many questions, so please, ask away”. Flashes of yesterday flutter back. A toothless hag muttering about destiny. A villainous shaman readying to destroy you for reasons you couldn’t possibly comprehend. You’d caught a glimpse of the Renegade Pok&#233;mon. Surely you’d need your questions answered before you went any further…

Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Whilst the pup didn’t seem all that cut out to be a sheep dog, she’d managed to bully a few of the swaggering sheep back into the marching line. As the sea of yellow wool gently makes its course toward the pen, it seems about time to move onto gathering the fabric. Hyneo woofs affectionately as you itch the back of his droopy ears, hurriedly hopping back to the job as you amble downhill to the oak stable. The little pooch had done you proud, but now it was Keo’s time to shine! With the doorway crammed with shaggy Mareep, you hurdle over one of the waist-high gates, noticing the bottomless auburn sacks seamlessly empty besides a few trimmings of blonde. You ruffle open one of the sacks, the carroty crustacean clicking his pincers excitedly as he scuttled over to his first customer. You wince at the thought of several jolts of electricity flowing through the bony water-type, but it looks as though Krabby was avoiding just a disaster with extra precision. He takes wide Cuts around the outer thicks of the yellow wool. With a few inches sheared, his snips grow further precise, taking quick Cuts with little Fury intended. At this point, the Mareep is looking considerably slender, the fiddler crab adding his final touches with an X-Scissor. Keo grins with a glint of pride as though he’d uncovered a hidden endowment of his, yourself and Medeo being sure to pick up the shags of blonde fibre surrounding the naked Pok&#233;mon. Things start falling into place as Krabby quickly makes his way round the herd, the sacks beginning to fill while the amount of shaggy livestock declined. Yuri helps out too, carrying out the bald Mareep with care, which quickly declutters the crowded pen. An hour passes and you wipe the drops of sweat from your forehead, the cluster of sacks full to the brim with wool. Keo grins despite the sparks of electricity crackling up his limbs, Hyneo still outdoors barking rowdily at the shaven sheep for nothing other than her own entertainment.

“Your teamwork skills are excellent!” Yuri exclaims, impressed enough by your strong bonds, “now we have a few hours before the sun meets the eagle and another job too. You may consider lowering your number to just you and Medeo though. Hyneo is a bit too playful for where we’re headed, and as for Keo, someone may mistake him for a dish!” She giggles to herself again, which would be quite awkward if you where still out of the know. Nevertheless you recall two of your helpers and follow Yuri up a new trail. Your sneakers scuff against the gravelly path and you can only assume the rising sun had dried up the patches of morning dew. You pass through the more rustic patches of land, admiring the autumn leaves barely dangling from the terrific oaks, the golden ambiance being somewhat similar to National Park of the Johto rejoin. A few natives cross your path, nodding courteously at Yuri yet sending you the funniest looks... perhaps there’d been rumour mill had been busy in your absence? The young monk finally grinds to a halt, stood affront the paper door of a whitewash architect. She slides the entrance apart, the open foyer giving a heavenly whiff of freshly baked bread. You follow her into the structure, passing a few corridors before reaching a pristine kitchen. A few workers were busily striding up and down, sporting white bandanas around their head as they whisked their bowls and chopped their fish. You couldn’t help getting the feeling you’d be washing pots for the next few hours, but after a few words with the oldest of the staff, Yuri finally approaches you with an optimistic smile.

“The head chef is very worked up. He’s been up all night trying to prepare a dish to impress the noblemen, to no avail. It appears Kaito claimed his food was bland and lacked character. The chef hasn’t been the same since”, Yuri explains on a rather sympathetic tone, “but this is where you and Medeo come in. With your awareness of other cultures, he believes you could prepare something that Kaito has never tried before. And I’m sure that’ll wipe the smug look off of my brother’s face too. How about it? We don’t have much time”. The Chinese girl looks into your eyes rather desperately, driven by the idea of shutting her smug sibling up. Considering you may have felt out of depth, she grabs your hand, heaving open a heavy, silver door. She escorts you into the room, a large pantry which held a frosty chill. Shelves and shelves of produce where stacked about the food cupboard; poultry, beef cuts, vegetables, the works! There were several spice racks scattered about, and a few sacks of rice slouched in a corner. You could only guess the amount of ingredients crammed into the pantry; Medeo looks just about ready to chow down as he rubs his hands hungrily. Before you can even have your say you find yourself surrounded by workers ready to follow yours and Medeo’s lead. It was time you gave Kaito a dish he’d never forget, whether you had revenge in mind was another matter all together.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Let’s start with Kaito, he prefers his food spicy and Dynamic. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an effect on your adventure in the long run. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Kaito’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then you’ll move onto the next nobleman. You can use your Pok&#233;mon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.

The Reverse World

Pikagod: In a nutshell, you’d been faced with a twin you didn’t know you had, and now you’d be walking miles in his shoes in search of a powerful artefact. There was a dark twist in the foggy clouds above, blocking the starry night’s sky and downing a chilling impression something frightening was in the works. You bow your head, watching as the moonlight glittered against the speedy waterway. An unsafe drop would lead to a tribal canoe, barely roped against a stable trunk and suspended by the water reefs. Despite the fact your blistered feet had about enough of walking, the idea of a leisurely raft seemed to pique the hidden sailor within. With that another Pokeball leaves your hand and plops into the river, sinking out of view. The dark riverbank suddenly flickers a dazzling white, a bluish manta ray swimming against the fast current, skimming across the surface as though he hadn’t had a good swim in a while. His antennae prickle upward as he listens intently to your orders, Zoran bracing himself for a technique he’d be troubled to pull off. The Wicked Pok&#233;mon crosses his arms as he light-footedly hops onto a branch with a good vantage of the wide canal whilst Ray-Ray leaps from the surface with his beady eyes scrunched with determination. Suddenly! A cyan sphere bursts from his maw, the Pulse of Water spinning rapidly in place. Mantine quickly dips back in the water, with the sphere still suspended above the river bank. Zoran grits his wooden face in concentration, his fan-like hands glowing with an icy tint. Wafting the appendages rapidly, the Shiftry manages to muster up a blustery Blizzard which downs against the Water Pulse right on queue. The two attacks bond together, splattering against the steep drop and creating a frozen stairwell to the canoe in the blink of an eye. The bridge looks rickety to say the least, and the fact white froths of water were pumping against it cause you to scuttle down it before it had a chance to collapse. You’re lucky enough to make the five-foot scramble, trying to keep your balance as you gripped the sides of the wooden boat whilst the icy bridge behind hastily crumbed in less than a few seconds. Zoran drops out of the tree, landing safely on the nose of the tribal canoe without losing momentum. With Ray-Ray’s shadow still visible beneath the water’s surface, you try your hand at untying the tight knots keeping the boat still. Sooner had you unravelled one knot, Zoran slashes the other, pushing the boat into action for a wobbly departure. Gripping the sides with all your might, the wooden raft speeds down the white rapids of the jungle’s unsteady terrain, giving you little time to absorb the surrounding environment. A few greyish Zubat flutter past but you’re all too preoccupied in steadying the canoe at every turn, the thought of crashing into the jagged rock formations at the foot of every cascade sending you on high-alert. After one of the most hectic five minutes of your life, you find the hazardous rapids subside into wider waterways with a gentle current. The manta ray leaps a few feet out of the water, reciting his name and performing an arch over your kayak. In any case both your comrades where out of harm's way. Sailing at a slower pace gives you a better view of the backdrop; the riverbank had become marshier, with thick mossy shrubbery layering against the murky shores. Trees branches snaked their way from one side of the broad river to the other, a few snowy white Noctowl sending you a hypnotising gaze from above with their ruby eyes. A family of purplish Wooper where snoozing on the outskirts, and with all natural wildlife taking a shadow form you could only wonder how you’d managed to avoid an attack for so long... perhaps you’d thought too soon! A few splashes down the course of the waterway sends Ray-Ray on high alert; coaxing him into circling the canoe protectively. Suddenly the unsettling glow of dozens of red dots cause you to took your arms into the Kayak. *snap!* A few of the fish jet forward to the manta’s surprise, taking sizable a chunk out of the canoe! A few punctures in the ride cause it to slowly begin filling with water. Warily gazing outward you discover the waters to be infested with Carvana! About six where harassing your Mantine whilst the rest took their pick at your boat! It looked as though you were in trouble!

What will you do?

Garden of Iris

Music Box: Whilst trespassing wasn’t an activity you enjoyed, the fantasy budding from the flowery hedgehog manages to cloud your better judgement coaxing you into stepping foot in the fairytale bastion. With that you set your sights on the carpeted stairwell with Jurasic and Morph following suite. It made sense you’d reach the pinnacle of the tower by following any and every flight of steps you met, so you hastily wipe the muck off of your sneakers before trailing up the threaded carpet. Beautiful stain-glass murals coloured the foot of the grand hall, the sun’s rays creating a Technicolor reflection against the scarlet throw. You admire the heavenly rainbow without getting too distracted or slowing your pace. Ambling up the flight of stairs you keep your wits about you, the idea of running into a landlord putting a thorn in your side, especially given the track of muddy dino-prints your reptilian comrade had set. About thirty minutes pass, at which point you’re panting for breath given you’d climbed about seven stories already. The same can’t be said for the T-Rex ahead, whose impressive sense of smell seemed to be doing you well for a change as he seemed to know which corridor to follow at every turn. You meet an open door leading to a spiral staircase which didn’t seem all that glamorous compared to the rest of the castle. Instead of the whitewash walls it sported a greyish medieval hue, the floors made of old oak rather than luxurious marble. Still, Jurasic snorted franticly at the door, his hunting instincts insisting the flowery legendary was ahead. With that you take lead, travelling up the spiral stairwell which would match that of the tallest tower... and boy did it live up to its description! Whilst you’d been animated just a few minutes ago, by the time you’d reached the top each step was harder and harder to climb. Staggering up the last few steps felt like a hike up Terror Mountain – thank goodness that was over. You open another oak door, welcomed to a warm room faintly lit by a dozen or so candles. There wasn’t much to look at, a few trinkets scattered in the crevices, but this attic looked like it served as nothing more than a storeroom for the goddess’s old junk. Suddenly! You spot the Shaymin at the corner of your eye, sat on a dusty old dresser trying to open a heavy brown book with his nose. You gently walk to its side, it doesn’t run away for a change. Noticing it struggle to open the hardback, you blow the dust off of its front. Fizzby Tails for Grizzly Kids. You turn the front page, a tingle of magic running up your arm giving you shivers. It looked like a contents page, with three titles accompanied by an animated illustration. The first story was Hansel and Gretel, accompanied by a drawing of two chubby Lickitung sporting green lederhosen where leisurely skipping through a forest, the one with blonde pigtails dropping bread crumbs in her wake. The next one was titled Jack and the Beanstalk, beside it a Riolu dressed in rags was climbing up a giant stalk which seemed to snake all the way up to the clouds. The third, Goldie Locks, pictured with a Smoochum making a mess of someone’s home and scoffing its weight down in porridge. Shaymin meeps enthusiastically, it looked as though he wanted you to read him a story, but which one piques your interest?

What will you do?

Treepandaone
4th December 2009, 10:54 PM
I’m really sorry for the delay, I never expected it to take this long. They’re here anyways, and now out group of five goes back down to four with the conclusion of an adventure. With all the work I’ve had outside of college, this batch nearly killed me. Ergo, I’m going back to rapidfire with the exception of Arc Angel, that’ll benefit us all in the long run.

Safari Zone

Treep: The Dung Beetle held its grip on the squishy grey sack, his mandibles chattering frenziedly as they salivated with drool. You had your back against the wall and it all felt as though you where in a little too deep. You could only hope Nimbus could hold his own, every bone in your body paralysed stiff as you volley another set of commands which would no doubt to squeeze him out of the tight spot. The forecast Pok&#233;mon barely receives your audio signals above his high-pitched squealing with the pressure of each barb steadily increasing. He makes out the first attack, Teleport, with a vague thick of mauve energy fizzling around his cranium. Nimbus winces slightly, trying to channel what remained of his psych to no avail! The little sack blacks out through fatigue, leaving Pinsir with another course to his gourmet banquet.

Your heart begins to sink as the rabid invertebrate stretched his gluttonous torso, leaving Nimbus a good few feet above the patchy dirt which he longed so desperately to scuttle across. At this point the oval device was beeping like crazy although you can’t quite move enough to check its LCD display – your eyes still fixated on the barbed chokehold. The sack’s manic whimpers quickly allay as he gasps for breath, strangled to a point he falls comatose. The auburn Beatle’s ears prickle with his wriggly snack no longer struggling. Its somewhat chipped and frayed pincers suddenly snap like an old-time guillotine… His sideways jaws slopped open right on queue for the greyish skull which should’ve landed at his feet by now… Frantically spinning on the spot, the scorched bug rumbles in confusion. Not only had his dinner vanished, but the boy nearby had disappeared in the blink of an eye! It wails in dissatisfaction before hobbling back into the forest to lick its wounds, nearby trainers being sure to stay clear of its territory.

You open your eyes, pupils hastily dilating as you’re welcomed to a brightly-lit room. You stutter forward slightly, overcome with a trippy sensation as if you’d just been thrown off of a merry-go-round. You dizzily walk around the pristine, circular space, flashes of the morning’s events beginning settling into place again. Where was Nimbus!? You rush forward, a barely noticeable line in the whitewashed wall cracking open automatically. A lady in a chic lab coat meets your presence, giving you a rosy smile before strutting into the ovular room.

“I’m sorry to say that’s the end of your Safari Zone Adventure!” the shrill voice announces. Just a second ago you where in the thick of a Jungle, but it appeared you’d slipped up somehow. “Nimbus’s was unable to battle, activating the Pok&#233;nav’s teleportation safety feature. If you’d like to follow me back into the main lobby, your Pok&#233;mon should be treated in a matter of minutes”. The Scientist exits the teleportation room, ushering you to follow her. You follow the silent swagger of stilettos ahead with spirits low, missing out on the Pinsir and more importantly letting Nimbus down. After a few silent paces she welcomes you back into the reception which is just as busy as before. However rather than following the busy queue you find yourself sat in a waiting area with your head in your hands. Suddenly, you feel a small hand thump the back of your head!

“Hey Matthew Brown!” a young redhead announces, “So you lost too huh?” At this point you recognise the small freckled boy, who you’d remembered as Twiggy, only this time unaccompanied by his older sister. The short kid continues to interrogate you, bothering you at every turn until he gets the gist of your account.

“Wow, your Castform took on a Pinsir!? I wonder how Susie’s fendin’, she’s still out huntin’”, he sighs, probably too juvenile to get the ferry by himself and cooped in the lobby until his sister returns, “I didn’t manage to catch any Pok&#233;mon but I snagged this wicked cool Safari Ball as a constellation prize!” The boy then involuntarily flashes a camo-style Pokeball in your face, still chuffed even though he’d made a mess himself. Maybe there was something to learn from his chipper attitude, but right now you couldn’t wait to collect Nimbus and move on.

“Matthew Brown?” the pink-haired receptionist asks, catching your attention after a few minutes shuffling through your MP3, “Nimbus is fighting fit! If you’d like to collect his Pokeball there’s a ferry schedule over at the Information Desk”. The woman keeps a cheery disposition, handing you the sphere which no doubt housed the energetic Weather Pok&#233;mon. Twiggy was stood less than a pace behind, the annoying shadow you’d be somewhat pleased to get rid of.

“Oh and I almost forgot!” the receptionist yells, “You did capture a Pok&#233;mon, right?” she starts tapping away furiously at a computer, and Twiggy’s eyes seemed to flicker with curiosity. “Yep that’s right, a Lv.3 Cherubi, female I believe. It’s housed in a Safari Ball; you can take it if you like. We often get trainers, who don’t have enough room to look after another Pok&#233;mon, in which case they’re released back into the preservation. What do you say?” A muddy green ball shoots up from a tube on the receptionist’s desk. It’d be a shame to go home empty handed, but then again the small shrub didn’t exactly make up for the loss of Pinsir.

“Cherubi!? Cool!” The ginger kid grins, “Hey, Matthew, if you’re not bothered about that Pok&#233;mon, I’ll trade ya for my Safari Ball… I haven’t seen these anywhere in the shops, I swear I’m not connin’ ya! How about it?” Whilst his whiny voice was less than tolerable, by some streak of luck you’d been given a nice alternative. You’d never see the youngster again, but maybe your fruity find would lead a much better life in the dynamic hands of Twiggy. What say you, Sonny Jim?

Upon replying to this update, choosing to either take a Safari Ball containing a Lv.3 Female Cherubi or Twiggy’s empty Safari Ball, you’ll effectively end your Lyanazia Adventure. Not how I expected things to go down, but a happy ending all the same. Just watch out when using foreign moves in battles, I consulted Tess and she agreed this was the most appropriate ending. Adventures aren’t always about winning, m’fraid. All that aside, you’ve been an excellent RPer and I wish you the best of luck in your future adventures. Emp.

Thanks for the adventure Emp, it was good while it lasted. Just for reference, I'll be taking the Safari Ball

He could feel the battle coming to an end, the pulsating of his heart vigorously beating to remain resolute with the enthralling but terrifying battle a few short meters in front of his eyes. As Castform as locked in a blender of clacking teeth and Pinsir’s and heading for certain doom, Matthew shouted out some quick emergency orders to the weather Pok&#233;mon as the deflated balloon seemed to continue with resolve and hard work to overcome the obstacle, if not for the pride of itself and finding itself as a hunter but also to attain the rather aggressive bug-type to its owner’s team, a part of the succumbed dream team Matthew had planned for the distant future. With level balance and type balance jittering all over his team, a sturdy fighter was one of the first things he needed.

Watching a particularly nasty salivate of drool exceed from the Pinsir’s mouth and down onto the stag mented teeth juxtaposed for maximum chewing abilities, Matthew looked at the specimen in detail for the last time, the white prickly horns covered in defensive spikes to cause more damage to the opponent stupid enough the physically attack the Pok&#233;mon while the skinny toes and flat footed approach helped it in its natural environment; the forest floors.

Indeed he was in a forest, but Matthew had no time to expand on the beauty of the grey forest, rather, a main priority was getting his Castform out of its predicament to avoid being eaten. Scorning his previous actions as he read them in his head, Matthew could do nought but check the minor levels of his Pok&#233;dex to confirm the Castform’s low energy levels as the blurb of words that subsequently came from his mouth was an earful, trying desperately to change Castform’s attacks before the last, even shouting as loud as he could.

But it was no use, the Castform was gone with paralysis as with it, Matthew’s chances. Looking on with dismay, Matthew saw the Castform register the first set of audio waves as a tremendous screech of a high-pitch hit his ears like a bus, the Pinsir squealing as it opened each individual barb in preparation for the meal ahead. Without the use of the lower draining moves, Matthew watched as the Castform glow a faint purple colour as its cranium crammed with psychic energy before failing, the light growing dimmer as Nimbus knocked itself out due to over exertion. Looking on in horror, Matthew saw the Pinsir line up another Pok&#233;mon to eat.

No. I will not let this happen Matthew thought to himself as he helplessly watched the Castform crawl dependently towards the very site of dirt he had once attempted to teleport to, Matthew’s heart sinking as if watching an injured puppy try to fight off the pain to walk to its master. With him welling up, Matthew’s eardrums began to ring as he could hear nothing but the flat line; a small beeping noise brought back to him eventually as the LCD went crazy in his pocket. Ignoring it for further purposes, Matthew heard the manic whimpering of his own Pok&#233;mon and it drove him insane. He couldn’t deal with the pain of his Pok&#233;mon, like many he was connected to them through friendship. Before he knew it, Matthew was running; his feet slamming against the ground as they brought up lose dirt, a point that wasn’t relevant to him. Closing his eyes to ignore the consequences of the Pinsir blocking it, Matthew held back one hand beside his head before throwing his whole body weight forward, a clenched fist at the end ready to stop the Pinsir with brute force.

Hearing a snap motion, Matthew took in a deep breath before he felt himself lifted from his feet, a gravitational pull surrounding him and pulling him down. With his eyes still closed, Matthew waited for the sudden rush of pain before looking for the wreckage that he knew was going to be his body, an asset that he had and wished to keep. Nothing came. Worried he might indeed even be dead, Matthew kept one eye closed as he trembled, squinting one eye open to see a brightly lit room.

So this is it. I’ve died at the ripe old age of 22. I sure hope they have Pok&#233;mon battles in heaven. he thought to himself, assured by OPM that he would be able to skate on heaven’s impeccable half pipe. Stuttering forward, Matthew’s legs got used to the sensation of walking once more, the hard stone floor below him providing a clacking sound as he staggered around, like he had just overcome a bad trip. Circling the room with angst, Matthew flashed the morning events through his mind, widening his eyes slightly at the prospects. I hope I don’t get judged on my eligibility due to that adventure he thought, laughing to himself before quietening, realizing that it indeed could be a judgemental thing to gain entrance past the pearly gates.

Within a few seconds, Matthew jumped as he turned to face a whooshing noise, a barely noticeable crack in the wall opening automatically by the presence of other being. Standing up straight, Matthew was met by a rosy smile of a woman in a chic lab coat. “Nurse Joy. You’re an angel?” he asked protruding, the tone of voice suggesting he was more than just a little confused. As the woman raised her eyebrow at his question she swiftly moved on.

“I’m sorry to say that’s the end of your Safari Zone Adventure!” A shrill voice announced to him as his head pounded like the aftermath of a drunken night out. He was hurting and it was heaven, something’s just are put away to myth and it was Matthew who was struggling to readjust. “Nimbus’s was unable to battle, activating the Pok&#233;nav’s teleportation safety feature. If you’d like to follow me back into the main lobby, your Pok&#233;mon should be treated in a matter of minutes” Wait ... what? Matthew suddenly realized that he might not have died, and if this wasn’t heaven, then he was still able to see his comrades. Beaming a smile across his face, Matthew followed the woman outside the room as a silent echo of stilettos on stone resonated through the room. Having had time to reflect, Matthew thought about ‘the one that got away’. In spite of the film, Matthew had not been a German seeking a British operative but nevertheless the pain still stung, missing out by a Pinsir by so very little was rather devastating and a Pok&#233;mon of its calibre would have surely fit into his team very nicely.

Taking a few short passages through the renovated halls of the safari zone, Matthew found himself back in the busy reception area, the sound of the crowd drowned out by a feeling of dread as he came to terms with Nimbus’ injuries, praying to all of Arcues that he may be ok. Taking a seat on the small, crimson plastic chairs they had available in the waiting room, Matthew jumped as he felt a small hand thump the back of his head. Standing upright and turning to face the person, he spotted Tiwggy; the small red-head from before his adventure began, this time apparent from his sister.

“Hey Matthew Brown! So you lost too huh?” the boy announced as he nodded his head, sighing as he thought of the prediction missed that could have been avoided had he not peaked too early. Being interrogated by the boy to find about his adventure, Matthew unwillingly relayed his battle with the Pinsir as many more mental images and worries filled his brain over the concern of Nimbus.

“Wow, your Castform took on a Pinsir!? I wonder how Susie’s fendin’, she’s still out huntin’”, the boy sighed as the thought that he was too young to get on the ferry greatly amused Matthew, and the thought of being cooped up in the reception made him shudder, the place was bad. Very bad. “I didn’t manage to catch any Pok&#233;mon but I snagged this wicked cool Safari Ball as a constellation prize!” The boy’s words brought Matthew down to earth as he saw the green camo-ball that was the safari ball flashed in front of his eyes. Despite losing, Twiggy was chipper and Matthew couldn’t fault him for that. After getting out his Pok&#233;dex, Matthew laid back with the MP3 section and started to listen to Mumford and Sons, the first song being ’Little Lion Man’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E).


***

“Matthew Brown?” his thoughts were soon recollected after just two songs, the facilities here being top notch despite the busy delay. “Nimbus is fighting fit! If you’d like to collect his Pokeball there’s a ferry schedule over at the Information Desk”. Walking over to the reception desk, Matthew was handed his Pok&#233;balls back as he saw Nimbus’ cheery face through the translucent pod on the top of the pok&#233;ball. Seeing Twiggy fall back a few paces behind, Matthew turned to leave before a voice called him back.

“Oh and I almost forgot! You did capture a Pok&#233;mon, right?” Matthew soon remembered the capture of the pesky Cherubi as he nodded, a furious tapping sound flooded his ears as Nurse Joy typed into the computer. “Yep that’s right, a Lv.3 Cherubi, female I believe. It’s housed in a Safari Ball; you can take it if you like. We often get trainers, who don’t have enough room to look after another Pok&#233;mon, in which case they’re released back into the preservation. What do you say?”

Seeing the shoot of the muddy green ball housing the shrub in it, Matthew considered the options, the Cherubi not stacking up to the loss of a Pinsir but the Pok&#233;mon was for lack of cuteness. “Cherubi!? Cool! Hey, Matthew, if you’re not bothered about that Pok&#233;mon, I’ll trade ya for my Safari Ball… I haven’t seen these anywhere in the shops, I swear I’m not connin’ ya! How about it?” Putting a finger to his chin, Matthew thought for a while before smiling, nodding before grabbing the pok&#233;ball between his index and middle finger before flicking it towards Twiggy.

With the boy gleefully taking the pok&#233;ball in open hands, Matthew collected his Camo Ball before pocketing it in the pok&#233;ball section of his backpack, a Psychic, Flying, Cherish and Dive ball sat comfortably within. Stuffing it into his bag and closing the zips, Matthew rushed out of the busy doors to be met by a wind of fresh air. Spiking his hair up, Matthew withdrew a pok&#233;ball from his belt before throwing it into the open, an impressive Aerodactyl stood before him in Zero.

“I’m not taking that bloody ferry again, it’s too slow.” He explained with a grin as Zero roared, happy to be out of its pok&#233;ball as it crouched for its trainer to embark on its back. Holding on to the wings, Matthew felt a sudden rush of G-Force as the flying-type shot off, the views of Lyzania getting smaller and smaller as he waved his adventure off. “I’ll be back. One day” he added ....

-Hayward-
7th December 2009, 12:46 AM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Whilst the pup didn’t seem all that cut out to be a sheep dog, she’d managed to bully a few of the swaggering sheep back into the marching line. As the sea of yellow wool gently makes its course toward the pen, it seems about time to move onto gathering the fabric. Hyneo woofs affectionately as you itch the back of his droopy ears, hurriedly hopping back to the job as you amble downhill to the oak stable. The little pooch had done you proud, but now it was Keo’s time to shine! With the doorway crammed with shaggy Mareep, you hurdle over one of the waist-high gates, noticing the bottomless auburn sacks seamlessly empty besides a few trimmings of blonde. You ruffle open one of the sacks, the carroty crustacean clicking his pincers excitedly as he scuttled over to his first customer. You wince at the thought of several jolts of electricity flowing through the bony water-type, but it looks as though Krabby was avoiding just a disaster with extra precision. He takes wide Cuts around the outer thicks of the yellow wool. With a few inches sheared, his snips grow further precise, taking quick Cuts with little Fury intended. At this point, the Mareep is looking considerably slender, the fiddler crab adding his final touches with an X-Scissor. Keo grins with a glint of pride as though he’d uncovered a hidden endowment of his, yourself and Medeo being sure to pick up the shags of blonde fibre surrounding the naked Pokémon. Things start falling into place as Krabby quickly makes his way round the herd, the sacks beginning to fill while the amount of shaggy livestock declined. Yuri helps out too, carrying out the bald Mareep with care, which quickly declutters the crowded pen. An hour passes and you wipe the drops of sweat from your forehead, the cluster of sacks full to the brim with wool. Keo grins despite the sparks of electricity crackling up his limbs, Hyneo still outdoors barking rowdily at the shaven sheep for nothing other than her own entertainment.

“Your teamwork skills are excellent!” Yuri exclaims, impressed enough by your strong bonds, “now we have a few hours before the sun meets the eagle and another job too. You may consider lowering your number to just you and Medeo though. Hyneo is a bit too playful for where we’re headed, and as for Keo, someone may mistake him for a dish!” She giggles to herself again, which would be quite awkward if you where still out of the know. Nevertheless you recall two of your helpers and follow Yuri up a new trail. Your sneakers scuff against the gravelly path and you can only assume the rising sun had dried up the patches of morning dew. You pass through the more rustic patches of land, admiring the autumn leaves barely dangling from the terrific oaks, the golden ambiance being somewhat similar to National Park of the Johto rejoin. A few natives cross your path, nodding courteously at Yuri yet sending you the funniest looks... perhaps there’d been rumour mill had been busy in your absence? The young monk finally grinds to a halt, stood affront the paper door of a whitewash architect. She slides the entrance apart, the open foyer giving a heavenly whiff of freshly baked bread. You follow her into the structure, passing a few corridors before reaching a pristine kitchen. A few workers were busily striding up and down, sporting white bandanas around their head as they whisked their bowls and chopped their fish. You couldn’t help getting the feeling you’d be washing pots for the next few hours, but after a few words with the oldest of the staff, Yuri finally approaches you with an optimistic smile.

“The head chef is very worked up. He’s been up all night trying to prepare a dish to impress the noblemen, to no avail. It appears Kaito claimed his food was bland and lacked character. The chef hasn’t been the same since”, Yuri explains on a rather sympathetic tone, “but this is where you and Medeo come in. With your awareness of other cultures, he believes you could prepare something that Kaito has never tried before. And I’m sure that’ll wipe the smug look off of my brother’s face too. How about it? We don’t have much time”. The Chinese girl looks into your eyes rather desperately, driven by the idea of shutting her smug sibling up. Considering you may have felt out of depth, she grabs your hand, heaving open a heavy, silver door. She escorts you into the room, a large pantry which held a frosty chill. Shelves and shelves of produce where stacked about the food cupboard; poultry, beef cuts, vegetables, the works! There were several spice racks scattered about, and a few sacks of rice slouched in a corner. You could only guess the amount of ingredients crammed into the pantry; Medeo looks just about ready to chow down as he rubs his hands hungrily. Before you can even have your say you find yourself surrounded by workers ready to follow yours and Medeo’s lead. It was time you gave Kaito a dish he’d never forget, whether you had revenge in mind was another matter all together.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Let’s start with Kaito, he prefers his food spicy and Dynamic. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an effect on your adventure in the long run. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Kaito’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then you’ll move onto the next nobleman. You can use your Pokémon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.



Great update, Emp. I've never had a challenge like this before. Anyways, concerning the recipe at the end of my reply, I attempted to use Poke-earth ingredients whenever possible. I did, however, include the real world equivalents, just for the sake of clarification. -H



Holding a bulging auburn sack filled to the brim with soft golden wool, the trainer Benjamin Hale watched in bemusement as his Krabby companion Keo finished trimming the last of the Mareep flock with an extravagant flourish. “Not bad, mate!” The boy exclaimed with a grin. “I never knew you were such a good barber. Maybe we should set up shop in Goldenrod and replace those overpriced brothers!” Keo beamed with pride. He knew he had done his job well, but at the boy’s praise however, he quickly tried to hide his self-satisfaction. He didn’t want his Poke-brethren to see him excelling at a skill that could be considered less than macho.

Ben and his partners were marooned in Lyanzia, waiting for their teammate Medeo to recuperate from his failed teleportation attempt, killing time by helping the village girl Yuri finish up her daily chores. “Your teamwork skills are excellent!” she suddenly gushed, looking on, clearly amazed by the cooperation Ben’s companions had demonstrated in completing their tasks.

“Now we have a few hours before the sun meets the eagle and another job, too. You may consider lowering your number to just you and Sumeo though. Hyneo is a bit too playful for where we’re headed, and as for Keo, someone may mistake him for a dish!” The dark-haired village girl giggled to herself again, causing both Ben and Keo to sweatdrop at her carefree attitude. However, Ben did as she suggested and quickly recalled the river crab and wolf pup to their Poke Balls.

Heading back to the tiny village, Yuri lead Ben and the Makuhita Sumeo along a new trail. The muffled footfalls of Ben’s white adidas running shoes on the gravel path mixed with the sounds of the autumnal countryside as they strolled along leisurely. Surveying his surroundings, Ben spied a towering oak tree, its leaves clinging desperately to their life source, and couldn’t help but admire their determination in spite of insurmountable odds. In just a few short weeks, he mused, winter would arrive and most of those leaves would be gone and blown away, never to be seen again, yet the leaves refused to give up. Momentarily lost in thought, Ben barely noticed the sly subtle looks he received from the few villagers they encountered on their trek back to the tiny secluded mountain settlement.

After walking for some time, Yuri finally stopped in front of a battered building and slid open the paper door. The warm delicious aroma of freshly baked bread immediately greeted Ben and Sumeo, wrapping them in its tender embrace and beckoning them inside. Following the dark-haired village girl, Ben and Sumeo passed a few corridors before finally reaching a bustling kitchen where white bandana-ed workers were busily whisking bowls and chopping fish in preparation for the day’s main meal. Seeing the lively workers and the vast number of utensils they were using, Ben suddenly supposed that Yuri had brought him there to be the Chief-Cleaner-Upper. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this, mate,” he muttered, glancing nervously at Sumeo. He wondered if the portly pugilist had come to the same conclusion, however Sumeo simply put on a dopey grin and hungrily licked its lips. The mouth-watering smells, mixed with the sight of an entire room full of food, was almost more than he could bear, and his top-knot wiggled back-and-forth excitedly. Ben sweatdropped and groaned in frustration, wondering if his gluttonous partner would ever think about something other than food.

Leaving Ben and Sumeo alone for a moment, Yuri crossed the room and spoke briefly with the oldest of the workers. A moment later she returned with a smile. She pulled the boy and the pudgy little Makuhita aside and briefly outlined their next chore. “The head chef is very worked up. He’s been up all night trying to prepare a dish to impress the noblemen, to no avail. It appears Kaito claimed his food was bland and lacked character. The chef hasn’t been the same since,” she explained sympathetically. “But this is where you and Sumeo come in. With your awareness of other cultures, he believes you could prepare something that Kaito has never tried before. And I’m sure that’ll wipe the smug look off of my brother’s face too. How about it? We don’t have much time.”

While the dark-haired village girl looked on expectantly, Ben thought hard about the Yuri’s request. It was clear to him that the girl wanted nothing more than to put a stop to her brother’s incessant boasting once and for all. Without warning, she suddenly grabbed his forearm and half-dragged him into a large, nearby pantry. Too impatient to wait for the his answer, she was trying to convince him of the choice she wanted him to make. Sumeo trotted along behind, his stubby legs moving in a blur as he tried to keep pace with his trainer and the overly-enthusiastic village girl.

The shelves of the frosty pantry were stocked with every kind of ingredient imaginable and Ben heard his chubby companion let out an awestruck gasp of admiration as it finally waddled into the storeroom. Sumeo was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Rubbing his hands together greedily, he quickly scanned the pantry and reached for the nearest snack. Before the Guts Pokemon could grab his treat though, a small crowd of workers suddenly surrounded the threesome, startling him and Ben.

It was clear to Ben that the kitchen workers had been ordered there by Yuri and were now awaiting the his culinary commands. Dragging a hand through his short brown hair, Ben realized he didn’t have much of a choice and thought hard to remember a spicy, dynamic dish he had eaten that would impress the noblemen. After a moment of thought, Ben reached into his courier bag and pulled out an apron and a tall white toque (http://www.taccuinistorici.it/fotonews/468.jpg). As he put the two items on, he turned to Sumeo and outlined his plan. “Alright mate, look sharp now! We’ve got our work cut out for us here in the kitchen! Mom’s Cinnabar Volcano Burgers aren’t going to be impressive enough for these village Noblemen. We’d better go with a Spicy Vegetable Stir Fry instead!” Sumeo agreed, nodding as Ben went over the recipe.

“First, we’ll need to warm up a wok over high heat. Then we’ll add ˝ a tablespoon of vegetable oil and 1 seeded, finely chopped Touga Berry (jalapeno chili pepper). Next we’ll rotate the wok to coat the sides, add a teaspoon of gingerroot for flavor, and stir-fry for about 30 seconds.”

Nodding again, Sumeo listened patiently as Ben continued. “After that, we’ll have to add approximately 7.5 ounces of Tiny Mushrooms (mushrooms), 7.5 ounces of baby Cornn (corn), 4 ounces of sliced bamboo shoots, ˝ of a medium-sized Chople Berry (Red Bell Pepper), ˝ a cup of winter Rindo Berries (Chinese Snow Peas), and ˝ a tablespoon of finely chopped fresh cilantro. For some kick, we’ll add ˝ of a diced Tamato Berry (tomato) and ˝ of a diced Occa Berry (okra).” Sumeo grew dizzy at the long list of ingredients, but Ben waved him off and picked up where he left off.

“We’ll stir fry everything until it’s crisp-tender. It should only take around 2 minutes. When that’s done, we’ll finish off the dish by stirring in 2 cups of shredded cabbage and ˝ a teaspoon of Spelon-Berry-Puree (chili) mixed with sliced Niniku Berries (garlic). It will be hard to beat that recipe for Spiciness!”

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PeeGee
10th December 2009, 7:47 AM
The Reverse World

Pikagod: In a nutshell, you’d been faced with a twin you didn’t know you had, and now you’d be walking miles in his shoes in search of a powerful artefact. There was a dark twist in the foggy clouds above, blocking the starry night’s sky and downing a chilling impression something frightening was in the works. You bow your head, watching as the moonlight glittered against the speedy waterway. An unsafe drop would lead to a tribal canoe, barely roped against a stable trunk and suspended by the water reefs. Despite the fact your blistered feet had about enough of walking, the idea of a leisurely raft seemed to pique the hidden sailor within. With that another Pokeball leaves your hand and plops into the river, sinking out of view. The dark riverbank suddenly flickers a dazzling white, a bluish manta ray swimming against the fast current, skimming across the surface as though he hadn’t had a good swim in a while. His antennae prickle upward as he listens intently to your orders, Zoran bracing himself for a technique he’d be troubled to pull off. The Wicked Pokémon crosses his arms as he light-footedly hops onto a branch with a good vantage of the wide canal whilst Ray-Ray leaps from the surface with his beady eyes scrunched with determination. Suddenly! A cyan sphere bursts from his maw, the Pulse of Water spinning rapidly in place. Mantine quickly dips back in the water, with the sphere still suspended above the river bank. Zoran grits his wooden face in concentration, his fan-like hands glowing with an icy tint. Wafting the appendages rapidly, the Shiftry manages to muster up a blustery Blizzard which downs against the Water Pulse right on queue. The two attacks bond together, splattering against the steep drop and creating a frozen stairwell to the canoe in the blink of an eye. The bridge looks rickety to say the least, and the fact white froths of water were pumping against it cause you to scuttle down it before it had a chance to collapse. You’re lucky enough to make the five-foot scramble, trying to keep your balance as you gripped the sides of the wooden boat whilst the icy bridge behind hastily crumbed in less than a few seconds. Zoran drops out of the tree, landing safely on the nose of the tribal canoe without losing momentum. With Ray-Ray’s shadow still visible beneath the water’s surface, you try your hand at untying the tight knots keeping the boat still. Sooner had you unravelled one knot, Zoran slashes the other, pushing the boat into action for a wobbly departure. Gripping the sides with all your might, the wooden raft speeds down the white rapids of the jungle’s unsteady terrain, giving you little time to absorb the surrounding environment. A few greyish Zubat flutter past but you’re all too preoccupied in steadying the canoe at every turn, the thought of crashing into the jagged rock formations at the foot of every cascade sending you on high-alert. After one of the most hectic five minutes of your life, you find the hazardous rapids subside into wider waterways with a gentle current. The manta ray leaps a few feet out of the water, reciting his name and performing an arch over your kayak. In any case both your comrades where out of harm's way. Sailing at a slower pace gives you a better view of the backdrop; the riverbank had become marshier, with thick mossy shrubbery layering against the murky shores. Trees branches snaked their way from one side of the broad river to the other, a few snowy white Noctowl sending you a hypnotising gaze from above with their ruby eyes. A family of purplish Wooper where snoozing on the outskirts, and with all natural wildlife taking a shadow form you could only wonder how you’d managed to avoid an attack for so long... perhaps you’d thought too soon! A few splashes down the course of the waterway sends Ray-Ray on high alert; coaxing him into circling the canoe protectively. Suddenly the unsettling glow of dozens of red dots cause you to took your arms into the Kayak. *snap!* A few of the fish jet forward to the manta’s surprise, taking sizable a chunk out of the canoe! A few punctures in the ride cause it to slowly begin filling with water. Warily gazing outward you discover the waters to be infested with Carvana! About six where harassing your Mantine whilst the rest took their pick at your boat! It looked as though you were in trouble!

What will you do?

With Ray-Ray and Zoran's Water Pulse and Blizzard making a nice, if somewhat rickety and probably unstable, bridge for the trainer and his pokemon to cross. Getting down the staircase/bridge, Karmas went as fast as he could and was lucky that he did. He only just made it off before the bridge began to crumble away into nothingness. Getting onto the kayak Karmas started to untie one of the knots as Zoran jumped down from a tree branch onto the small boat. Karmas let out a sigh of relief when he finally managed to untie the knot and Zoran merely slashed at the other piece of rope keeping the boat still.

"Thanks," said Karmas, as he gripped onto the sides of the boat for dear life.

The boat sped down the rapids, going so fast that the scenery was a mere blur of nondescript shapes and colours. Granted a few Zubat did happen to fly past, but Karmas was a bit more concerned with turning the boat and not smashing into sharp pointy rocks of doom. However after five minutes of Karmas screaming 'I'M GOING TO DIE!" the rapids subsided, leaving the trio in a gentle current. Realising that he hadn't actually seen Ray-Ray at all in those five minuted, the trainer frantically looked around for the Mantine and was relieved when he saw the manta ray jump over the kayak. Now that he knew where his pokemon was, the trainer looked around at the scenery, something that he couldn't do during the death trip. He saw several white Noctowl fly past, with a family of purple Wooper snoozing. With all of nature taking on a shadow form, Karmas just couldn't stop wondering why he hadn't been attacked yet. However, the trainer might have though too soon, a few splashes down the river making Ray-Ray circle the boat protectively. Suddenly dozens of red dots appeared, making Karmas bring his arms into the kayak and just in time. Snap! Several fish managed to get around Ray-Ray and take a couple of chunks out of the boat, with water filling in from the puncture holes. Looking out into the water Karmas saw that the river was infested with Carvanha, and six of them were harassing Ray-Ray!

"Ray-Ray, you need to beat these Carvanha! Start off with a Signal Beam then use Swift and finish off with another Signal Beam! Zoran I want you to use Razor Leaf on the Carvanha and then use a Twister to pull the Carvanha out of the water and finish off with another Razor Leaf!"

Emp
17th December 2009, 11:32 PM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Sporting a wok and some particularly spicy ingredients, you decide to kick start your cooking challenge with a vegetable stir fry. You slide the bowlish pan atop of a large hob, twisting an undersized knob on the stove to full which welcomes the flickering noise of ignition. Having listened intently to you orders, the chubby sumo takes it upon himself to gather the ingredients, stumbling in with a heavy barrel of vegetable oil in one hand and a jar of reddish Berries which made your eyes swelter just looking at. You delegate the fighting type a task of pouring a couple of drops of oil onto the wok whilst you paid close attention to the Touga Berry. Twisting the jar open with your good arm welcomes a fiery aroma, a blazing heat burning within the chilli. Dicing it into small pieces, you sprinkle the ingredient into the pan which was making a sizzling noise. It’s not long before you find Sumeo running in and out with jars of food and a cheeky grin, passing you the fresh Mushrooms, Cornn, Chople, Rindo, Tamato and Occas. You pay careful attention in measuring the ingredients, throwing them into the wok as you go along. At this point, Sumeo grabs a big wooden spoon, and the two of you take turns stirring it until a satisfying aroma fills the air. You scoop two bowls of cabbage into the pan whilst Sumeo adds a squirt of spicy puree. Sprinkling some clumps of Niniku Berry leaves you with a pretty tasty looking stir fry. It seemed a custom for chefs to taste their food, so Sumeo quickly takes his spoon to the steaming medley of vegetables and exclaims in approval! It looked as though your work was done, so you shuffle the cooking onto a dish, ready to be served to the swaggering Kaito.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Let’s continue with Sensei, he prefers his food Sweet and Traditional. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an effect on your adventure in the long run. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Kaito’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then you’ll move onto the next nobleman. You can use your Pokémon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush together, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the occasional “ding”. Sensei instantly nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his belly enthusiastically, he looked quite cheery compared to his counterparts - and didn’t quite have a warrior’s figure.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. Wit the three chatting, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Kaito San; Vegetable Stir Fry”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as Kaito sticks a pair of chop sticks into the bowl, swirling it around to grab a mixture of crisp vegetables. He pulls the chopsticks out of his mouth, slowly chewing with his face scrunched in curiosity. Sensations of flavour enter the apprentice’s tongue, with the peppers being the most overwhelming. You notice his eyes puff up slightly; perhaps the Touga Berry was too spicy after all? He finishes chewing and drops the utensils.

“Chef, I see through my criticism you have improved. Next time I expect even better”, Kaito nods subtly, and it isn’t long before he’s chugging from one of the large jugs of water, perhaps too cocky to admit he found it too spicy. The chef laughs nervously, catching the boy’s attention. Sensei seems to sigh to himself once more, which makes you question why the old man had chose to mentor such a brat.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly.

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s agression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up.

to be continued... please go back and prepare Sensei’s meal

The Reverse World

Pikagod: You find yourself tucked into the centre of the canoe, flinching at the noise of vicious snaps on the outskirts of the murky water. Ray-Ray attempts to dodge the platoon of hungry Carvahna, but it isn’t long before a few nip at his tail and halt his getaway. You volley some fast orders to the manta, bearing in mind that the piranha would make quick work of the wooden boat if given a chance. Zoran also follows suit, hopping up from the kayak onto one of the several mossy branches snaking from one end of the lake to the other. You barely manage to poke your head over the side, the part-flying type ripping his way through the swarm of nippers and leaping into the air. Like a bomber plane, the stingray bombards the lake with a few zaps of his Signal Beam before dipping back into a quieter sanction of water. The Shadow fishes bark in frustration, a few of them scuffed by the attack. The school of Carvahna leave Ray-Ray with little time, the stronger of the pack managing to keep up with the manta and exercise some painful Bites. A few of the shadow types cling onto either of his wings with their powerful jaws, gnawing sharply as he cries in pain. Zoran is alerted to this, lifting up his leafy arms and slashing them down in an x-motion. Suddenly, several Leafy shuriken spin forward, Razoring into the three fish who where attached to Mantine. The trio yelp but keep hold of their grip, the stingray finding it hard to wriggle loose. He flounders out of the water again, unable to stay airborne with the added baggage. The ray then shoots a flurry of glittery stars spur outward, Swiftly meandering like homing missiles and splashing against the Carvahna wrestled to his body. One of the shadowy kippers looses its grip, plopping back into the greenish waters and joining its school. Mantine nosedives back into the water, Shiftry beginning to waft his limbs to produce a gust of wind. The airstream hits the water, creating a small cyclone with a purplish hue. Growing into a full-blown Twister, the draconic attack begins to reel in Carvhana by the five! About a dozen of the nasty Pokémon hurtle through the whirlpool, crashing into each over uncoordinatedly with a few of the weaker ones taking a big hit. As the Twister subsides, your allies join forces in releasing a joint flurry of Razor Leaf and Signal Beam – the manta dealing some decent damage to a few of the dizzy fish and the ninja managing to unfasten one of the Carvahna from Mantine’s underbelly. Whilst taking on a whole school of piranhas was an impressive feat, not one of the dozen had fallen yet, and one of the stragglers still had a firm seize of Ray-Ray’s tail.

-Hayward-
19th December 2009, 3:49 AM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Sporting a wok and some particularly spicy ingredients, you decide to kick start your cooking challenge with a vegetable stir fry. You slide the bowlish pan atop of a large hob, twisting an undersized knob on the stove to full which welcomes the flickering noise of ignition. Having listened intently to you orders, the chubby sumo takes it upon himself to gather the ingredients, stumbling in with a heavy barrel of vegetable oil in one hand and a jar of reddish Berries which made your eyes swelter just looking at. You delegate the fighting type a task of pouring a couple of drops of oil onto the wok whilst you paid close attention to the Touga Berry. Twisting the jar open with your good arm welcomes a fiery aroma, a blazing heat burning within the chilli. Dicing it into small pieces, you sprinkle the ingredient into the pan which was making a sizzling noise. It’s not long before you find Sumeo running in and out with jars of food and a cheeky grin, passing you the fresh Mushrooms, Cornn, Chople, Rindo, Tamato and Occas. You pay careful attention in measuring the ingredients, throwing them into the wok as you go along. At this point, Sumeo grabs a big wooden spoon, and the two of you take turns stirring it until a satisfying aroma fills the air. You scoop two bowls of cabbage into the pan whilst Sumeo adds a squirt of spicy puree. Sprinkling some clumps of Niniku Berry leaves you with a pretty tasty looking stir fry. It seemed a custom for chefs to taste their food, so Sumeo quickly takes his spoon to the steaming medley of vegetables and exclaims in approval! It looked as though your work was done, so you shuffle the cooking onto a dish, ready to be served to the swaggering Kaito.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Let’s continue with Sensei, he prefers his food Sweet and Traditional. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an effect on your adventure in the long run. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Kaito’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then you’ll move onto the next nobleman. You can use your Pok&#233;mon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush together, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the occasional “ding”. Sensei instantly nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his belly enthusiastically, he looked quite cheery compared to his counterparts - and didn’t quite have a warrior’s figure.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. Wit the three chatting, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Kaito San; Vegetable Stir Fry”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as Kaito sticks a pair of chop sticks into the bowl, swirling it around to grab a mixture of crisp vegetables. He pulls the chopsticks out of his mouth, slowly chewing with his face scrunched in curiosity. Sensations of flavour enter the apprentice’s tongue, with the peppers being the most overwhelming. You notice his eyes puff up slightly; perhaps the Touga Berry was too spicy after all? He finishes chewing and drops the utensils.

“Chef, I see through my criticism you have improved. Next time I expect even better”, Kaito nods subtly, and it isn’t long before he’s chugging from one of the large jugs of water, perhaps too cocky to admit he found it too spicy. The chef laughs nervously, catching the boy’s attention. Sensei seems to sigh to himself once more, which makes you question why the old man had chose to mentor such a brat.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly.

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s agression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up.

to be continued... please go back and prepare Sensei’s meal


In the kitchen of a whitewash building nestled in the mountains of the southern island nation of Lyanazia, the trainer Benjamin Hale put the finishing touches on the Spicy Vegetable Stir Fry he had prepared for Kaito and paused to steal a quick whiff of the completed dish’s savory aroma. At just that moment though, the servers hurried into the room, grabbed the meal Ben had prepared, and like an Arcanine using Extremespeed, hustled it out to the main banquet hall. Curious, Ben followed them at a distance.

Poking his head through the slightly-opened swinging doors, Ben watched as three Chinese gentlemen glided into the room from outside. Ben recognized two of the men instantly, Master Sensei and Kaito, but the third he wasn’t sure about. He couldn’t recall having met the rotund gentleman earlier, but supposed he was the dinner party’s third guest, Mr. Hwan. Watching them take their places at the table, Ben marveled at their contrasting appearances and wondered what was the basis of their connection. Master Sensei saw Ben and nodded politely in the boy’s direction. Ben returned the silent greeting with a small wave. Nearby, a Kricketot accompanied a female musician in creating a beautiful tune that mixed with the pleasant aromas from the kitchen to give the low-lit dining room a welcoming ambiance.

Yuri filled the men’s cups and greeted her brother playfully while the head chef brought Kaito his meal. “... and for you Kaito-san; Vegetable Stir Fry,” he announced, beaming in anticipation, wondering how the man would respond. Ben strained his head to try to catch a glimpse of Kaito’s reaction, too, hoping that a successful dish might help to soften the antagonistic man’s attitude towards him.

Kaito ate slowly, clearly savoring each bite, and Ben noticed that the man’s eyes began to water as he bit into the various spicy berries mixed into the dish. “Chef, I see through my criticism you have improved. Next time I expect even better,” Kaito remarked, nodding subtly, but reaching for a large jug of water nonetheless. Ben grinned, realizing the stern man had indeed enjoyed the meal.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish,” the chef suddenly remarked, and Ben saw Kaito’s eyes grew wide in surprise. “It was in fact, the traveler, who made this dish,” the chef continued. “He’s actually a very good co-”

Kaito however had glanced around the room and spied Ben peeking through the kitchen door. Dropping his chopsticks in disgust, he exclaimed contemptuously, “That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you?!” The stern man jumped to his feet. Nervous, the chef backpedaled quickly. Ben’s shoulders slumped in disappointment as he thought that maybe it had been a bad idea to help out after all. He even momentarily contemplated trying to make a hasty getaway through the kitchen’s backdoor. However, the other two diners appeared to pay Kaito no mind, and after a moment of thought, Ben realized he was in this thing pretty deep, and it was probably too late to turn back now. Besides, Yuri was counting on him, too, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Retreating to the kitchen, Ben put on a determined expression and resolved to prove himself to Kaito one way or the other.

Ben knew that Master Sensei had requested something Sweet and Traditional and he dragged a hand through his short brown hair as he thought hard to remember a suitable recipe. After a moment of contemplation, he snapped his fingers, settling on a Mixed Fruit Salad. In order to make it, he knew he would have to start out with a large, ripe Watmel Berry. The exceedingly sweet berry was known to grow in excess of 20 inches in diameter, and Ben figured it would make a suitable, edible "bowl." He planned on cutting the enormous Berry in half, then hollowing it out, and using it to hold all of the other tasty ingredients he was planning to add.

Once the “bowls” were ready, Ben planned to add some creamy yogurt made from fresh MooMoo Milk, then top it off with bits of crunchy granola, four teaspoons of Sinnoh’s finest Sweet Honey, and a mixture of the juiciest, mouth-watering-est fruit he could find, starting with the popular Magost Berry. The boy knew that the small pink berries were well-loved by Pokemon for their dreamy sweetness, so he figured adding a generous helping would be a good place to start.

After that, Ben planned to dice up two of the curviest Mago Berries he could find, then mix their pieces together with a pint of freshly plucked Bluk Berries, eight plump Grepa Berries, and the slices of three peeled Pecha Berries. He would then add the fruit mixture, along with the MooMoo Milk Yogurt, and granola to the Watmel "bowls." Finally, if the pantry happened to have any of the super-rare Micle Berries lying around, Ben hoped to sprinkle in a handful of the tiny, oblong green berries. They were known to increase the sweet taste of foods they were eaten with, and he figured it couldn’t hurt.

His recipe in mind, Ben set about preparing his second dish…


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OoC: Emp, thanks for the speedy update. It has been a fun challenge trying to come up with interesting recipes that might actually taste good for my past two replies. I can't wait to see what the next dish will have to be. Again, I tried to primarily use Poke-earth foods. For ease of reference, here is the recipe I’d like to follow, if I may:

.:Ingredients:.
a. 1 LARGE Watmel Berry, cut in half and seeded
b. a generous helping of Magost Berries
c. 2 Mago Berries, diced
d. 1 pint of fresh Bluk Berries
e. 8 plump Grepa Berries
f. 3 Pecha Berries, peeled and sliced
g. a handful of Micle Berries
h. 2 cups of frozen yogurt made from fresh MooMoo Milk
i. 4 teaspoons of Sinnoh’s Sweet Honey
J. 1 cup of crunchy granola

.:Procedure:.
1. Wash the Berries with soap and hot water, then rinse to prevent e. coli and salmonella
2. Lop off the bottom of the Watmel Berry and scoop out the seeds to make a “bowl”
3. In a separate dish, mix together Magost, Mago, Bluk, Grepa, and Pecha fruits
4. Fill the Watmel “bowl” with MooMoo Milk yogurt. Top with fruit mixture, granola, and Sweet Honey
5. Sprinkle on Micle Berries, if available

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mew-the original
25th December 2009, 12:53 AM
Garden of Iris

Music Box: Whilst trespassing wasn’t an activity you enjoyed, the fantasy budding from the flowery hedgehog manages to cloud your better judgement coaxing you into stepping foot in the fairytale bastion. With that you set your sights on the carpeted stairwell with Jurasic and Morph following suite. It made sense you’d reach the pinnacle of the tower by following any and every flight of steps you met, so you hastily wipe the muck off of your sneakers before trailing up the threaded carpet. Beautiful stain-glass murals coloured the foot of the grand hall, the sun’s rays creating a Technicolor reflection against the scarlet throw. You admire the heavenly rainbow without getting too distracted or slowing your pace. Ambling up the flight of stairs you keep your wits about you, the idea of running into a landlord putting a thorn in your side, especially given the track of muddy dino-prints your reptilian comrade had set. About thirty minutes pass, at which point you’re panting for breath given you’d climbed about seven stories already. The same can’t be said for the T-Rex ahead, whose impressive sense of smell seemed to be doing you well for a change as he seemed to know which corridor to follow at every turn. You meet an open door leading to a spiral staircase which didn’t seem all that glamorous compared to the rest of the castle. Instead of the whitewash walls it sported a greyish medieval hue, the floors made of old oak rather than luxurious marble. Still, Jurasic snorted franticly at the door, his hunting instincts insisting the flowery legendary was ahead. With that you take lead, travelling up the spiral stairwell which would match that of the tallest tower... and boy did it live up to its description! Whilst you’d been animated just a few minutes ago, by the time you’d reached the top each step was harder and harder to climb. Staggering up the last few steps felt like a hike up Terror Mountain – thank goodness that was over. You open another oak door, welcomed to a warm room faintly lit by a dozen or so candles. There wasn’t much to look at, a few trinkets scattered in the crevices, but this attic looked like it served as nothing more than a storeroom for the goddess’s old junk. Suddenly! You spot the Shaymin at the corner of your eye, sat on a dusty old dresser trying to open a heavy brown book with his nose. You gently walk to its side, it doesn’t run away for a change. Noticing it struggle to open the hardback, you blow the dust off of its front. Fizzby Tails for Grizzly Kids. You turn the front page, a tingle of magic running up your arm giving you shivers. It looked like a contents page, with three titles accompanied by an animated illustration. The first story was Hansel and Gretel, accompanied by a drawing of two chubby Lickitung sporting green lederhosen where leisurely skipping through a forest, the one with blonde pigtails dropping bread crumbs in her wake. The next one was titled Jack and the Beanstalk, beside it a Riolu dressed in rags was climbing up a giant stalk which seemed to snake all the way up to the clouds. The third, Goldie Locks, pictured with a Smoochum making a mess of someone’s home and scoffing its weight down in porridge. Shaymin meeps enthusiastically, it looked as though he wanted you to read him a story, but which one piques your interest?

What will you do?


After finally reaching the top, Tim opened the larger oak door, feeling rather relieved his long treck was over. Looking over, the exhausted trainer noticed that Jurasic wasn't doing as well as he was just a few minutes ago. "Poor little guy," Tim huffed, "Why don't you take a nice rest." he suggested while secretly wishing he could do the same. The young dinosaur, despite being curious about the Shaymin, was feeling too tired from the stairs to keep going from now and peacfully went back into his pokeball. Little Morph chirpped to Tim, pointing out Shaymin who seemed to be struggling to open the book. Tim approached, half expecting Shaymin to run away, but this time the little legend didn't flee. Suprised by this, Tim thought that maybe Shaymin wanted him to open the large book titled Fizzby Tails for Grizzly Kids. The curious trainer opened the book, feeling the magic trickle from the book to his arms. It became apparent to Tim that there was something different about this book... it wasn't normal. As he opened the book, Tim quickly took interest in the tale Hansel and Gretel. "I remember my mother used to read this tale to me all the time when I was little..." he reminisced. "How about we read Hansel and Gretel? I think you'll enjoy it Shaymin..." Tim said warmly to the hedgehog.

PeeGee
25th December 2009, 8:07 PM
The Reverse World

Pikagod: You find yourself tucked into the centre of the canoe, flinching at the noise of vicious snaps on the outskirts of the murky water. Ray-Ray attempts to dodge the platoon of hungry Carvahna, but it isn’t long before a few nip at his tail and halt his getaway. You volley some fast orders to the manta, bearing in mind that the piranha would make quick work of the wooden boat if given a chance. Zoran also follows suit, hopping up from the kayak onto one of the several mossy branches snaking from one end of the lake to the other. You barely manage to poke your head over the side, the part-flying type ripping his way through the swarm of nippers and leaping into the air. Like a bomber plane, the stingray bombards the lake with a few zaps of his Signal Beam before dipping back into a quieter sanction of water. The Shadow fishes bark in frustration, a few of them scuffed by the attack. The school of Carvahna leave Ray-Ray with little time, the stronger of the pack managing to keep up with the manta and exercise some painful Bites. A few of the shadow types cling onto either of his wings with their powerful jaws, gnawing sharply as he cries in pain. Zoran is alerted to this, lifting up his leafy arms and slashing them down in an x-motion. Suddenly, several Leafy shuriken spin forward, Razoring into the three fish who where attached to Mantine. The trio yelp but keep hold of their grip, the stingray finding it hard to wriggle loose. He flounders out of the water again, unable to stay airborne with the added baggage. The ray then shoots a flurry of glittery stars spur outward, Swiftly meandering like homing missiles and splashing against the Carvahna wrestled to his body. One of the shadowy kippers looses its grip, plopping back into the greenish waters and joining its school. Mantine nosedives back into the water, Shiftry beginning to waft his limbs to produce a gust of wind. The airstream hits the water, creating a small cyclone with a purplish hue. Growing into a full-blown Twister, the draconic attack begins to reel in Carvhana by the five! About a dozen of the nasty Pokémon hurtle through the whirlpool, crashing into each over uncoordinatedly with a few of the weaker ones taking a big hit. As the Twister subsides, your allies join forces in releasing a joint flurry of Razor Leaf and Signal Beam – the manta dealing some decent damage to a few of the dizzy fish and the ninja managing to unfasten one of the Carvahna from Mantine’s underbelly. Whilst taking on a whole school of piranhas was an impressive feat, not one of the dozen had fallen yet, and one of the stragglers still had a firm seize of Ray-Ray’s tail.


Quickly relaying his orders, Karmas watched as Zoran jumped from the kayak onto a branch. Peering over the edge of the boat, the trainer watched as Ray-Ray jumped into the air, and sent several zaps of his Signal Beam into the water. As Ray-Ray dived into a more peaceful part of the water, the Shadow Carvanha let out barks of frustration, a sigh that a couple of them had been hit by the attack. However the were quickly able to catch up with Ray-Ray and give him a couple of nasty Bites. Ray-Ray cried out in pain, Karmas took a look at his pokemon and saw that a couple of Carvanhas had attached themselves to his underside. Seeing the trouble that his comrade was in, Zoran slashed his arms down; sending Razor sharp Leaves at the three water/dark types. They let out cried of pain, but the pokemon still clung onto Ray-Ray. Trying to wriggle his way loose, the Mantine jumped up into the air but failed due to the weight of the fish. Growling in frustration, Ray-Ray shot out a barrage of shining stars which Swiftly made their way to the Carvanha attached to his chest. The attack forced one of the fish off, the Carvanha quickly swimming back to its school. As Ray-Ray dived back into the water, Zoran began to spin his arms around and make a gust of wind. The wind hit the water and a small tornado began to form. Quickly growing into a full blown Twister, the attack began to suck in the Carvanha. About twelve of the fish were sucked in, the ferociousness of the whirlpool causing them to smack into one another. Zoran and Ray-Ray looked at each other, and as the Twister subsided, they let out a barrage of Razor Leaf and Signal Beam. The manta's attack managed to do a decent amount of damage to the fish, while Zoran was successful in knocking a Carvanha off of Ray-Ray.

"Good work guys!" called out Karmas, "Now, Zoran, I want you to use another Twister then follow it up with a Razor Leaf and finish off with a Nature Power. Ray-Ray, I want you to use a Swift on the Carvanha on your stomach, then use Signal Beam on them and finish off with Supersonic!"

Emp
8th January 2010, 10:40 PM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Tossing aside the dirty dishes of a sizzling stir fry, you begin making space for your next course. Yuri hastily rushes over the tabletop with a clean rag, the counter holding no signs of spicy chillies which would no doubt spoil the next meal. Wavering onto a sweeter dish, you send the stout Makuhita off into the pantry to gather some fruity ingredients. It’s not long before he waddles back in with a hefty Watmel the size of his head. You pat the chubby sumo on the head affectionately, plopping the crop onto a chopping board slicing it clean in half with a large kitchen knife. The two wedges into bowl shapes, you and the fighter taking a spoon to each and hollowing them out to about an inch in thickness. Sumeo particularly enjoys this task , scoffing the delicious filling and spitting any pips into a waste bin. Sumeo grabs two glass jars sporting a Miltank and Combee sticker, respectively. Tossing one your way, you quickly pour the creamy white yoghurt into the pinkish bowl. You top off the white mixture with of oats and raisins, marinating the crunchy desert with some teaspoons of golden honey. With generous room left in the pair of bowls, what’d make a fruit salad sweeter than some tropical berries? You send the zealous Makuhita on another food run, this time for about half-a-dozen different types of fruit. He rushes back in a few minutes later, sporting a large bowl of harvest with a cheeky grin. You measure the ingredients accordingly, fervently picking off any unripe produce leaving a mixture of fruits mottled all sorts of colours. You add the finishing touches with another topping of yoghurt and honey, the finishing touches just short of a Micle Berry or two which was a real shot in the dark. Suddenly! Makuhita bounces in with a spring in his step, something nestled within his blackish paws. He eagerly untangles his mitts to reveal a pea-sized berry with a shiny green sheen. You can only assume the tropical climate is bustling with all sorts of rare delicacies, warily plucking the berry from his chubby paws and grating it onto the fruity medley. Whilst small in quantity, the sprinkles of sweet Micle manage to consume each salad bowl with a syrupy aroma. Clapping your hands to gesture the desert was all set, right on queue a few of the kitchen staff take charge and shuffle the melons onto a rounded plate beneath a cooler, with the third serving next on your agenda.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Your final meal is for Hwan, the focal goods trader of the village. He prefers International food. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an added effect on the adventure. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Hwan’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then your cooking challenge will be over. You can use your Pokémon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush into an unorderly huddle, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the xylophonic chimes of its antennae. Sensei nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his plump belly enthusiastically; he looked quite jolly compared to his company.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. With now engaged in everyday conversation, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Master Sensei; a delicious Fruit Salad”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as the wrinkled man spoons a cluster of fruits and granola. His bushy grey brows narrow as he places the spoon beside his dish, chewing the blend of berries with a trivial grin. You notice him quickly scoop up a second bite, this time dipping the spoonful into the creamy veneer. The old man held a satisfied facade, not a look of cringe beneath his mysterious guise.

“A delicious serving, my friend”, the wise elder grins softly, “Perhaps the regal Arcanine should sample the lake outside of its valley”. The proverb manages to highlight his esteem for your efforts as well as a strong sense of optimism, although you can’t help wondering if you strayed too far from the book with a non-traditional take. In any case, you get the firm impression his taste buds have been tantalised as he gradually hollows out each fruit bowl of its sweet filling. That was the least of your worries though, as the adjacent apprentice was beginning to kick up a fuss.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly. The

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s agression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up. Sensei grasps the boy’s threaded sleeve like a vulture to its prey, a feat which more or less overpowered the rogue warrior.

“Please Kaito, be seated”, Sensei mutters softly, softening his grip into more of a supportive gesture.

“I will not eat a meal prepared by someone I don’t trust”, Kaito replies, tugging away from Sensei’s, storming out of the dimly lit bistro.

“Is it that you do not trust the boy, or that you feel threatened by him?” Hwan blurts with Kaito just a foot away from the door, a slight smile on his face as though he had Kaito all worked out. The white clothed labourers seemed taken back by the usually easygoing man’s wise outburst. “You think you’re so tough, when really, you’re just a spoilt brat!” he laughs, a slur in his speech as though he’d had too much wine with his midday meal.

to be continued... please go back and prepare Sensei’s meal

The Reverse World

Pikagod: You complement the two fighters on their efforts, whilst in all honesty you where fighting a struggle that’d be tricky to pull away with. One of the piranha was sinking its teeth into the manta’s tail, causing a great deal of panic for the juvenile Pokémon and slowing his speed. The Carvhana was determined to keep a hold, not about to miss out on its first feast in weeks. And by the looks of the pushy swarms of rowdy fish, this was the smallest of Ray-Ray’s troubles. Zoran is first to spring into action, perched atop a tree like some sort of puppet master as he frantically fans his appendages. A gust picks up on the swampy bed, the murky lakes gyrating into another Twister! Almost all the fish are sucked into its eye, whacked with streams of draconic energy with the weaker of the school taking big hits. The Wicked Pokémon notices a cluster of the savages swimming against the vicious current, coaxing him into another Razor Leaf aimed at the eye of the storm. The thin green blades hit several of the submerged shadow Pokémon, a few of them finally giving up and swimming downstream to lick their wounds. Thinning out the herd leaves you with about six or so hungry Carvhana frenzied by the taste of blood coursing from the Mantine’s tail. He helplessly flails from the water to an uproar of snaps, spitting a flurry of stars to beat off the straggler. The Swift projectiles splash against Carvhana’s dorsal fin who winces in pain. Adding insult to injury, the Ray persists with a high pitched Signal Beam of bug energy, bulleting it between the eyes with just enough force to loosen its jaws. The Carvhana splashes back into the river, swimming downstream with the rest of his weakened siblings. Whilst you’d trimmed down the weaker of the mix, this left one fuming quintet of stronger fish. Two of them dive beneath the water in Ray-Ray’s direction, whilst the other three persistently leap from the water in hopes of fastening onto Zoran’s wooden hide. The manta also submerges, releasing a Supersonic echo causing enough confusion to lead them off his trail for the time being. Meanwhile, Zoran’s nature power transforms into a stinky Mud Bomb which splashes against both the fish whilst in mid-air, lowering their accuracy slightly. Whilst you’d managed to get a hold on the tricky situation, a few movements outside of the confined battle area send your senses on edge. You timorously scope the surroundings, taken back by the ruby eyes of a few Tangrowth in the bushes, a Feraligatr and a few Croconaw slowly pushing near with their trunk-like tails. Whilst none of these new threats had shown any signs of aggression, you’d had one two many encounters with their kind to take them lightly. A clean getaway down stream seemed just as unlikely though given the state of your kayak, what will you do?


Garden of Iris

Mewsic: Caught up with the fact you’ve just about broke into the enchanted bastion, you waver on pushing deeper into the cosy attic with the flowery bait snuggled on the bureau. The tame hedgehog persistently nudges the open hardback with its snout, slight whimpers giving you the impression she could do with a good fairy-tale. Hook line and sinker, you wane toward the oak dresser, noticing a few warm trinkets such as an ink dabbed quill lay softly on a scruffy mound of tanned parchment which gives off a vibe that the cluttered old garret was once quite lively a few centuries ago. Blowing against the brownish book causes a spurt of dust to rush up your sinuses, your eyes watering too. Shaymin sneezes cutely, hopping down onto a plump footrest and curling into a ball. Ditto and Craniados get comfortable too, sat around the chest of drawers on a couple of crammed boxes probably housing some unused furniture. You adjust the flickery oil lamp just inches from the book pressing your finger against the first few pages and skimming through until you found the story you where looking for. An archetypal tale of two siblings stemming all the way from olden Germany, although the specifics where still fuzzy given the age you last heard it. Taking a deep inhale, you mask your usual tone with a contemporary reading voice...

Hansel and Gretle http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/7117/hanselandgretelu.png
Once upon a time a brother and sister named Hansel and Gretel lived with their mother and
father at the edge of a huge forest. When our story opens, they are alone in their small cottage,
hard at work at their chores, and very very hungry. Gretel teases Hansel for being a grump, and
promises to tell him a secret if he will cheer up -- there's Moomoo Milk in the cupboard, and their
mother will make them a tasty batch of Poffins when she comes home. Hansel ignores his sister
and guzzles the milk, but Gretel warns him that their mother will be angry if they don't get back
to work. Hansel refuses; he prefers to dance. Gretel thinks that's a wonderful idea, and she
starts dancing too. In the middle of all the fun, Mother comes home in a very bad mood, angry
at them for not having finished their work. She sends the two hungry children out into the forest
to collect wood, with Hansel dropping bread crumbs so they did not get lost...
...You push your fingers towards the page, about to turn only to lose sight through the cute huffing and puffing of the snoozing legendary. Suddenly, its face scrunches up, mumbling to itself as though it was dreaming. You find yourself hipnotised by its charm, until the steely faced expression of concern emanating from Craniados pulls you away from the daze. Your heart begins to race as you wonder what the hell was going on, looking down to your lap you notice the heavy book shimmering a golden yoke. Ditto falls apart like a puddle of water, climbing up your leg and fastening onto your shoulder in panic as an explosion of dazzling flares bursts from the enchanted hardback. Jurasic maintains his courageous guise, barking wildly at the unknown phenomenon. The hedgehog twitches again, causing you to thrust the book out of your possession as it rattles frantically. Your eyes fixate on the open hardback with its pages swirling around like some mystical vortex! Before you can move a muscle the current heaves you in, Craniados failing to resist it too! The last glimpse of the wooden attic fades away, the four of you plummeting through the contents of the storey faster than you can keep up. You stretch out for the small Shaymin, wrapping her up in your clothes and bracing for impact. Your eyes jam shut as the golden wormhole grows ever brighter, falling at the speed of sound before!

“Guten Tag!” an odd voice exclaims. Suddenly you suffer something like a wet mop chafe against your face, slobbering all the way up once or twice which is enough to liven your senses. Your head starts to pound, what just happened? Regaining consciousness you weakly reach your feet, weakly opening your eyes with a somewhat blurred vision. Your comrades where all accounted for, the cocky dinosaur marking his territory on a nearby oak, with the blob and hedgehog still hanging about yourself. However, in the midst of the quant forest aperture, there where two unknown figures. Both quite chubby, the one giving you little space to breath dressed in green lederhosen, while the female of the species sporting a black and white Fräulein. The flowery Pokémon suddenly nuzzles its way out of your jumper, yawning cutely before hopping down to the neatly trimmed pasture of the fairytale woodland. It sniffs about some toadstools with curiosity, shrinking backward as a few Shroomish pop out of the underbrush in curiosity. You switch your attention back to the Long Tongued Pokémon, who’s eyes hadn’t moved from you since you’d gotten up. “Sprechen Sie Englisch!?

-Hayward-
10th January 2010, 4:44 AM
Xiaolin Temple

Hayward: Tossing aside the dirty dishes of a sizzling stir fry, you begin making space for your next course. Yuri hastily rushes over the tabletop with a clean rag, the counter holding no signs of spicy chillies which would no doubt spoil the next meal. Wavering onto a sweeter dish, you send the stout Makuhita off into the pantry to gather some fruity ingredients. It’s not long before he waddles back in with a hefty Watmel the size of his head. You pat the chubby sumo on the head affectionately, plopping the crop onto a chopping board slicing it clean in half with a large kitchen knife. The two wedges into bowl shapes, you and the fighter taking a spoon to each and hollowing them out to about an inch in thickness. Sumeo particularly enjoys this task , scoffing the delicious filling and spitting any pips into a waste bin. Sumeo grabs two glass jars sporting a Miltank and Combee sticker, respectively. Tossing one your way, you quickly pour the creamy white yoghurt into the pinkish bowl. You top off the white mixture with of oats and raisins, marinating the crunchy desert with some teaspoons of golden honey. With generous room left in the pair of bowls, what’d make a fruit salad sweeter than some tropical berries? You send the zealous Makuhita on another food run, this time for about half-a-dozen different types of fruit. He rushes back in a few minutes later, sporting a large bowl of harvest with a cheeky grin. You measure the ingredients accordingly, fervently picking off any unripe produce leaving a mixture of fruits mottled all sorts of colours. You add the finishing touches with another topping of yoghurt and honey, the finishing touches just short of a Micle Berry or two which was a real shot in the dark. Suddenly! Makuhita bounces in with a spring in his step, something nestled within his blackish paws. He eagerly untangles his mitts to reveal a pea-sized berry with a shiny green sheen. You can only assume the tropical climate is bustling with all sorts of rare delicacies, warily plucking the berry from his chubby paws and grating it onto the fruity medley. Whilst small in quantity, the sprinkles of sweet Micle manage to consume each salad bowl with a syrupy aroma. Clapping your hands to gesture the desert was all set, right on queue a few of the kitchen staff take charge and shuffle the melons onto a rounded plate beneath a cooler, with the third serving next on your agenda.

The name of the game is cuisine. You’ll have three noblemen to prepare for: Kaito, Sensei and Mr.Hwan. Your final meal is for Hwan, the focal goods trader of the village. He prefers International food. Take that however you want to, but the outcome of the food you prepare will have an added effect on the adventure. What you have to do is take me through what ingredients you’re using, and a step by step guide of how you’re preparing the meal. All you have to prepare is a main course. You’ll have an unlimited supply of any and every ingredient and cooking aide you can think of - be creative and imaginative and please use online recipe books if it helps. Once you’ve prepared Hwan’s meal, I’ll update you on how it goes, and then your cooking challenge will be over. You can use your Pokémon to help with tasks too if you want, the other workers will only be observing and won’t be helping.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush into an unorderly huddle, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the xylophonic chimes of its antennae. Sensei nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his plump belly enthusiastically; he looked quite jolly compared to his company.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. With now engaged in everyday conversation, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Master Sensei; a delicious Fruit Salad”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as the wrinkled man spoons a cluster of fruits and granola. His bushy grey brows narrow as he places the spoon beside his dish, chewing the blend of berries with a trivial grin. You notice him quickly scoop up a second bite, this time dipping the spoonful into the creamy veneer. The old man held a satisfied facade, not a look of cringe beneath his mysterious guise.

“A delicious serving, my friend”, the wise elder grins softly, “Perhaps the regal Arcanine should sample the lake outside of its valley”. The proverb manages to highlight his esteem for your efforts as well as a strong sense of optimism, although you can’t help wondering if you strayed too far from the book with a non-traditional take. In any case, you get the firm impression his taste buds have been tantalised as he gradually hollows out each fruit bowl of its sweet filling. That was the least of your worries though, as the adjacent apprentice was beginning to kick up a fuss.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly. The

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s agression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up. Sensei grasps the boy’s threaded sleeve like a vulture to its prey, a feat which more or less overpowered the rogue warrior.

“Please Kaito, be seated”, Sensei mutters softly, softening his grip into more of a supportive gesture.

“I will not eat a meal prepared by someone I don’t trust”, Kaito replies, tugging away from Sensei’s, storming out of the dimly lit bistro.

“Is it that you do not trust the boy, or that you feel threatened by him?” Hwan blurts with Kaito just a foot away from the door, a slight smile on his face as though he had Kaito all worked out. The white clothed labourers seemed taken back by the usually easygoing man’s wise outburst. “You think you’re so tough, when really, you’re just a spoilt brat!” he laughs, a slur in his speech as though he’d had too much wine with his midday meal.

to be continued... please go back and prepare Sensei’s meal


Ben put the finishing touches on his second culinary creation and let out a grateful sigh. Marooned in Lyanazia, he had been appointed the task of assisting Yuri, one of the village girls, with her daily chores to repay the Xiaolin Monastery for its hospitality. He was currently inside the kitchen of the tiny mountain hamlet’s principal eatery, wearing a toque, and preparing the main courses for a trio of hungry aristocrats. The village’s chief chef had recruited him to help with the dinner preparations, and with the sprinkling of the Micle Berries on top of Master Sensei’s Mixed Fruit Salad, he had completed his penultimate meal. While he wasn’t sure he had followed the most Traditional of recipes, he hoped the wizened sage would at least appreciate the dish’s Sweet flavor.

Ben’s heart raced. Two dishes done, one to go, and he had a feeling it would be his biggest challenge yet. Would the village nobility like his cuisine? How would they respond? He wasn’t sure. Even if his dishes hadn’t been exactly what the chef had in mind, he hoped that his creativity and originality would at least impress his patrons. Cooking had never been Ben’s forté. “But when you never have the money to buy any ingredients, how can you ever practice or improve?” the boy thought to himself ruefully. Thankfully though, he did have Suméo’s help. The plump little Makuhita had certainly surprised him, turning out to be a natural in the kitchen. It was almost as if Suméo had some kind of inborn talent or instinct when it came to food. Ben glanced at the chubby yellow-gold sumo wrestler nearby and smiled. Suméo was once again gazing longingly at the seemingly endless barrels of ingredients, shelves of provisions, and containers of food that filled the room. Topknot wiggling excitedly, he hungrily licked his lips.

A small grin spread across Ben’s face and he chuckled to himself as he paused for a moment to consider the sheer irony of their present situation. He and his team had been out of money and out of food more times than he could remember. It seemed like ages since they had had a good healthy meal, and here he was, in a room filled to overflowing with every kind of edible thing imaginable, and again, he wasn’t able to eat it. Maybe someday his ship would come in, but for now, he had a job to do.

Just then, the order for the third nobleman came in. It was for Mr. Hwan and it called for something International. Ben paced around the kitchen as he racked his brain in an effort to come up with a recipe that would delight the jolly man. He crossed to a nearby window and looked out, lost in thought. He tried recalling other eateries he had visited in his many travels. The Seven Stars Restaurant, the Café Cabin, and that little diner in Celadon City - he could never remember it’s name - surely they had served cuisine from around the globe. If only he could remember.

Ben dragged a hand through his short brown hair and thought hard to come up with a suitable meal for Mr. Hwan. He needed something different, something like… Snap! After a moment of further contemplation, he suddenly snapped his fingers, turned away from the window, and proceeded back to his work station, his mind made up. He wasn’t sure if Mr. Hwan would consider what he was planning International, but he suspected the nobleman had never eaten anything like it before.

Glancing around the room, Ben mentally ran through a checklist of the ingredients he would need, first for the crust:

~ 2 packages dry yeast
~ 2 cups warm water
~ 1/2 cup salad oil
~ 4 Tbs. olive oil
~ 1/2 cup cornmeal
~ 5 1/2 cups flour

Then for the filling:

~ 3/4 to 1 lb. sliced mozzarella cheese
~ 1 28-oz. can of plum tomatoes, coarsely crushed
~ 1 tsp. basil
~ 1 tsp. oregano
~ 2 to 4 cloves garlic, peeled and crushed (according to taste)
~ salt
~ grated Parmesan cheese
~ 3 Tbs. olive oil

Next, he reviewed the steps to prepare his dish:

~ In a mixing bowl, dissolve the yeast in the water.
~ Add the salad oil, the olive oil, the cornmeal and 3 cups of the flour.
~ Beat or process for 10 minutes.
~ Using a dough hook, mix in the rest of the flour.
~ Knead for 10 to 15 minutes.
~ Put the dough onto a countertop and cover it with a very large metal bowl. Allow dough to rise until double in bulk. ~ Punch down and allow to rise again. Punch down again.
~ Oil two large round deep dish pans or cake pans. Divide dough between the pans.
~ Put a little olive oil on your fingers and press/push the dough to the edge, and up the sides of each pan. The dough should be 1/8 inch throughout.
~ Layer the mozzarella cheese all over the bottom of the pies. Next add the tomatoes, basil, oregano and garlic. Add salt to taste.
~ Bake in a pre-heated 475 degree F oven for 35 to 40 minutes or until the top is golden and gooey and the crust is a light golden brown.

Ben knew it was an incredibly popular dish in the States. In fact it was an indulgence few teenagers could resist after athletic competitions, while hanging out with their friends, or when just trying to escape the chill of the Windy City on a snowy, winter night. “Birthed” in the city of Chicago, Mr. Hwan’s meal was known as Deep Dish Pizza and of course, was quite unlike the classic Italian pizza, which had a thin crust and delicate toppings. The idea behind Chicago Style Deep Dish Pizza was that the more one loaded onto the pizza crust, the better the pizza would be. With mozzarella cheese on the bottom, the crust and toppings would all bake and ooze together, resulting in a hearty, unforgettable dining experience. True it may not be the most exotic or exciting of dishes, but it was filling and sure to satisfy the heftiest of appetites.


*OoC: Please go easy on me if this recipe isn’t quite International enough. Being a Chicagoan, I just couldn’t resist using my RL hometown’s “trademark recipe.” I did debate over using a few other dishes, such as Jambalaya, Falafel, Kimchee, and Ugali, but in the end, I opted to just stick with something I knew, yet at the same time could probably be considered International by a “Chinese nobleman” living in a secluded mountain settlement.


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Emp
17th January 2010, 10:17 PM
Au contraire Hayward, it makes perfect sense for an American, or arguably Italian, dish to be considered international in this sitch :L

Hayward: You’d made up two characteristic bowls of chow the likes the mountain settlement would’ve ever seen before, but sure enough there was one last order which didn’t seem a tall one from your point of view. Whilst you’d somewhat strayed from a traditional dish, you’d have the next course in the bag given you’d travelled from corner to corner in the past few years. Sporting a cocky smirk you pick a hometown specialty, your own fine-tuned recipe that’d no doubt be unheard of in the mountain settlement. You share your idea with the chubby chef who wipes off any watermelon sauce around his chops and springs into action. He toddles out of the pantry with several brown sacks mounded almost twice his height, plopping them onto the counter effortlessly as you fill a measuring jug. Yuri smiles nervously as you bump past each other near the hefty pots of mountain water, she was making simple rice dishes which you could only assume where for the rest of the villagers. Sumeo holds out a large basin, coaxing you to fill it with the cool liquid and a good measure of yeast. One by one you add various oils to the jumble, topping it off with a near-sack-full of flour giving it a sticky feel. Right on queue, Sumeo doles out a flurry of Force Palms against the pasty mix, occasionally followed by another churn of flour via your trusty wristwork with a hook-like utensil. You rinse and repeat for about 10 minutes, the foodstuff starting to take form. It was the cheery Makuhita’s turn to knead it out, the type of job his blunt fists where made for as he thumps the hunk of dough against the marble countertop with a sporadic “hya!” That was enough of the martial antics, you re-enter the kitchen sporting various pizza filling whilst the chubby sumo had flattened the pizza base to a sizable inch.

Taking shape of a Chicagoan pizzeria you cover the base with a metal bowl, allowing the yeast to do its magic. Sumeo pipes in delight as he licks the dough off his paws, his chubby cheeks mottled in white flour. Leaving him to punch down the rising base you take little time to whip up the remaining ingredients and apparatus. The dough is hastily split onto two deep-dish pans, pre-drizzled in olive oil, coated in grated mozzarella and topped off with tomatoes and various cloves. You add a pinch of salt into the mix, smiling proudly at the raw dishes with high hopes they’d keep their flavoursome shape when introduced to a new Fahrenheit. You find an old stove, placing the dishes within and adjusting the knob. You had a good hour before all dishes where ready to serve, so it was best to brush up your appearance and clean up any mess made. Makuhita ensures no mozzarella goes wasted, clearing the countertops of any food scraps and storing some leftovers (http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/items/leftovers.gif) in his rolls of flab. The rest of the workforce each grab a bowl of boiled rice, the head chef gesturing two bowls in your direction, “You look hungry, traveller. I may be short on ideas, but my rice is the best you’ll find this side of the village! It’s the least I can offer you for your hard work!” You weren’t one to turn down a free meal, both you and the wrestler taking the offering with a keen eye on the time. A while passes and the cheesy aroma emanating from the cooker is enough of an indication your Pizza Pies where ready. You shuffle the crispy looking dishes beside the spicy stir fry so it wouldn’t cool down, although you could only assume it wouldn’t be long before the noblemen arrived.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush into an unorderly huddle, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the xylophonic chimes of its antennae. Sensei nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his plump belly enthusiastically; he looked quite jolly compared to his company.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. The jolly fellow is first to reach out for a wine bottle, it was clear as day he wasn’t under a training regime of any sort. With everyone engaged in everyday conversation, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Hwan San; a American Pizza Pie”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as the man grabs a slice, bits of stringy cheese dangling from the greasy wedge. His eyes glaze with animation; you could guess he’d just figured out what kind of dish you’d prepared which said a lot about his cultural knowledge. The tradesman takes a sizable mouthful, slurping up strings of cheese rather messily compared to his associates.

“mmnmnnh..tasty!”, Hwan mutters with his mouth full, “mmmnnhhnnn..” You can’t help feeling that was easier than you’d thought at first. You’d worked up a sweat in the kitchen but it looked as though your efforts had paid off, maybe this was your true calling. Before that thought could even cross your mind you find yourself distracted by the hustle and bustle about to kick off in the ornate diner.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly. The

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s aggression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up. Sensei grasps the boy’s threaded sleeve like a vulture to its prey, a feat which more or less overpowered the rogue warrior.

“Please Kaito, be seated”, Sensei mutters, softening his grip into more of a supportive gesture.

“I will not eat a meal prepared by someone I don’t trust”, Kaito replies, tugging away from Sensei’s, storming out of the dimly lit bistro.

“Is it that you do not trust the boy, or that you feel threatened by him?” Hwan blurts with Kaito just a foot away from the door, a slight smile on his face as though he had Kaito all worked out. The white clothed labourers seemed taken back by the usually easygoing man’s wise outburst. “You think you’re so tough, when really, you’re just a spoilt brat!” he laughs, a slur in his speech as though he’d had too much wine with his midday meal. You could sense the rage coursing through the teen’s body, alas, his face unscrunches. The apprentice looked completely speechless, still, you could barely move a muscle with his mood swings a sure sign for trouble.

“Kaito, Your rudeness dishonours us all. I warn you, do not further shame yourself”, Sensei adds sternly. The boy looks at his shoes like a told off child, silently ambling in your direction,

“Honoured guest, I must beg your forgiveness.” He musters up a bow, winking at his sister before setting off out of the bistro. The tension could be cut with a bread knife, but sure enough a few regular villagers sporting white robes begin to fill the restaurant. The lady perched in the corner begins to strum the instrument as though nothing had happened, her shivery Kriketot snapping back into the rhythm with his soothing chimes. Yuri suddenly rushes through the kitchen and out through the backdoor, Sumeo and yourself wondering in tow. You can barely keep up, reaching the paper doors only to find the Chinese girl perched lowly on a swing set dangling from a hefty sycamore. The vivid sun had waned to the centre of the streaky sky, inches from the eagle’s stony bill. A trip to sensei’s temple would be next up, but was cheering up Yuri more important than a prepped reunion with the yoga chimp?

-Hayward-
18th January 2010, 3:14 AM
Au contraire Hayward, it makes perfect sense for an American, or arguably Italian, dish to be considered international in this sitch :L

Hayward: You’d made up two characteristic bowls of chow the likes the mountain settlement would’ve ever seen before, but sure enough there was one last order which didn’t seem a tall one from your point of view. Whilst you’d somewhat strayed from a traditional dish, you’d have the next course in the bag given you’d travelled from corner to corner in the past few years. Sporting a cocky smirk you pick a hometown specialty, your own fine-tuned recipe that’d no doubt be unheard of in the mountain settlement. You share your idea with the chubby chef who wipes off any watermelon sauce around his chops and springs into action. He toddles out of the pantry with several brown sacks mounded almost twice his height, plopping them onto the counter effortlessly as you fill a measuring jug. Yuri smiles nervously as you bump past each other near the hefty pots of mountain water, she was making simple rice dishes which you could only assume where for the rest of the villagers. Sumeo holds out a large basin, coaxing you to fill it with the cool liquid and a good measure of yeast. One by one you add various oils to the jumble, topping it off with a near-sack-full of flour giving it a sticky feel. Right on queue, Sumeo doles out a flurry of Force Palms against the pasty mix, occasionally followed by another churn of flour via your trusty wristwork with a hook-like utensil. You rinse and repeat for about 10 minutes, the foodstuff starting to take form. It was the cheery Makuhita’s turn to knead it out, the type of job his blunt fists where made for as he thumps the hunk of dough against the marble countertop with a sporadic “hya!” That was enough of the martial antics, you re-enter the kitchen sporting various pizza filling whilst the chubby sumo had flattened the pizza base to a sizable inch.

Taking shape of a Chicagoan pizzeria you cover the base with a metal bowl, allowing the yeast to do its magic. Sumeo pipes in delight as he licks the dough off his paws, his chubby cheeks mottled in white flour. Leaving him to punch down the rising base you take little time to whip up the remaining ingredients and apparatus. The dough is hastily split onto two deep-dish pans, pre-drizzled in olive oil, coated in grated mozzarella and topped off with tomatoes and various cloves. You add a pinch of salt into the mix, smiling proudly at the raw dishes with high hopes they’d keep their flavoursome shape when introduced to a new Fahrenheit. You find an old stove, placing the dishes within and adjusting the knob. You had a good hour before all dishes where ready to serve, so it was best to brush up your appearance and clean up any mess made. Makuhita ensures no mozzarella goes wasted, clearing the countertops of any food scraps and storing some leftovers (http://www.upnetwork.net/fb/sprites/items/leftovers.gif) in his rolls of flab. The rest of the workforce each grab a bowl of boiled rice, the head chef gesturing two bowls in your direction, “You look hungry, traveller. I may be short on ideas, but my rice is the best you’ll find this side of the village! It’s the least I can offer you for your hard work!” You weren’t one to turn down a free meal, both you and the wrestler taking the offering with a keen eye on the time. A while passes and the cheesy aroma emanating from the cooker is enough of an indication your Pizza Pies where ready. You shuffle the crispy looking dishes beside the spicy stir fry so it wouldn’t cool down, although you could only assume it wouldn’t be long before the noblemen arrived.

One of the waiters rushes in, yelling something in a foreign tongue causing you to jump out of your skin. The kitchen staff rush into an unorderly huddle, grabbing your three dishes as you can only assume the esteemed guests had arrived. The three dishes are placed neatly on an ornate cart, as two of the waiters proceed to the banquet out of the kitchen and into the eating area. As the doors flap open you realise the diner was much more luxurious than you’d anticipated. The open space had a dark ambiance, a few paper lanterns colouring it a soft scarlet. The mahogany furniture was complemented by a vase holding a single plum blossom on each table. There where plenty of small eating booths on the outskirts of the room, like most Chinese restaurants you may have visited. At the hub of the dining room was long table which stood out as the most esteemed. You suddenly spot three figures walk through the front door. There mere presence coaxes a lady perched in the corner of the room to begin strumming a harmonic string instrument. A Kriketot scuttles by her side, accompanying the Chinese melody with the xylophonic chimes of its antennae. Sensei nods in your direction, even though you where hard to pick out from the crowd of workers. Kaito sticks close to his master, not a strand of his thick black hair out of place as stern as usual. The third figure rests an arm on the back of his bald head and rubs his plump belly enthusiastically; he looked quite jolly compared to his company.

The three take a seat on the largest table, Yuri rushing forward with a jug and offering a choice of beverages. She drops the jug and gives Kaito a brotherly nuggie, causing him to scowl much to Sensei and Hwan’s amusement. The jolly fellow is first to reach out for a wine bottle, it was clear as day he wasn’t under a training regime of any sort. With everyone engaged in everyday conversation, the man in the white bandana strolls forward with the food cart. “... and for you Hwan San; a American Pizza Pie”. The chef smiles courteously, eager to witness their reactions. You were just as keen too, poking your head out of the door as the man grabs a slice, bits of stringy cheese dangling from the greasy wedge. His eyes glaze with animation; you could guess he’d just figured out what kind of dish you’d prepared which said a lot about his cultural knowledge. The tradesman takes a sizable mouthful, slurping up strings of cheese rather messily compared to his associates.

“mmnmnnh..tasty!”, Hwan mutters with his mouth full, “mmmnnhhnnn..” You can’t help feeling that was easier than you’d thought at first. You’d worked up a sweat in the kitchen but it looked as though your efforts had paid off, maybe this was your true calling. Before that thought could even cross your mind you find yourself distracted by the hustle and bustle about to kick off in the ornate diner.

“You see, I cannot take responsibility for this marvellous dish”, the man explains, causing Kaito’s eyes to widen in shock, “It was in fact, the traveller, who made this dish. He’s actually a very good co-“the adolescent drops his chop sticks in disgust, noticing your head poking out of the kitchen door ever so subtly. The

“That... Trespasser... You have him cooking us food, do you!?” Kaito jumps to his feet, causing the chef to cower backward. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. You where just about ready to rush out the back doors if not for your better instinct telling you to stay put. Sensei remained calm and collective, readying himself in case Kaito’s aggression needed to be caged. Hwan on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the whole thing, still chowing down on his dish like a starved dog. Yuri was frozen in shock, taken back by her brother’s ugly side which continued to crop up. Sensei grasps the boy’s threaded sleeve like a vulture to its prey, a feat which more or less overpowered the rogue warrior.

“Please Kaito, be seated”, Sensei mutters, softening his grip into more of a supportive gesture.

“I will not eat a meal prepared by someone I don’t trust”, Kaito replies, tugging away from Sensei’s, storming out of the dimly lit bistro.

“Is it that you do not trust the boy, or that you feel threatened by him?” Hwan blurts with Kaito just a foot away from the door, a slight smile on his face as though he had Kaito all worked out. The white clothed labourers seemed taken back by the usually easygoing man’s wise outburst. “You think you’re so tough, when really, you’re just a spoilt brat!” he laughs, a slur in his speech as though he’d had too much wine with his midday meal. You could sense the rage coursing through the teen’s body, alas, his face unscrunches. The apprentice looked completely speechless, still, you could barely move a muscle with his mood swings a sure sign for trouble.

“Kaito, Your rudeness dishonours us all. I warn you, do not further shame yourself”, Sensei adds sternly. The boy looks at his shoes like a told off child, silently ambling in your direction,

“Honoured guest, I must beg your forgiveness.” He musters up a bow, winking at his sister before setting off out of the bistro. The tension could be cut with a bread knife, but sure enough a few regular villagers sporting white robes begin to fill the restaurant. The lady perched in the corner begins to strum the instrument as though nothing had happened, her shivery Kriketot snapping back into the rhythm with his soothing chimes. Yuri suddenly rushes through the kitchen and out through the backdoor, Sumeo and yourself wondering in tow. You can barely keep up, reaching the paper doors only to find the Chinese girl perched lowly on a swing set dangling from a hefty sycamore. The vivid sun had waned to the centre of the streaky sky, inches from the eagle’s stony bill. A trip to sensei’s temple would be next up, but was cheering up Yuri more important than a prepped reunion with the yoga chimp?


As always Emp, thanks for another great, speedy update. I hope my reply does it justice!


In a single moment your whole life can turn around. “Hey, Yuri!” Ben hollered, chasing the village girl through the restaurant’s backdoor. She was headed in the direction of a stately sycamore tree not too far away. At his side, the Makuhita Sumeo, struggled desperately to keep the pace, but his short, stubby legs would only turn over so quickly.

"Why won’t the boy slow down?" the chubby, yellow-gold sumo wrestler wondered. “Doesn’t he know I helped out enough in the kitchen already?” A light bulb suddenly went on Sumeo’s head; thinking about the kitchen had just reminded him of the food scraps he had pinched from the pantry while cleaning. His mind was made up. This was as far as he was going. He had already done more than his fair share in the kitchen. The boy could handle this one on his own.

Red-faced and wheezing like a popped balloon, Sumeo collapsed in a heap on the ground. He pulled out his secret stash of leftovers and immediately began devouring them. Seeing his portly partner’s gluttonous antics, Ben smacked his forehead in frustration and reached into his bag for a Steel Ball. “If you eat it all now, you won’t have any for later,” he remarked wryly as he tapped the trigger switch, returning the Guts Pokemon.

Sumeo dealt with, Ben trotted over to where Yuri was sitting by herself on a swing dangling from one of the tree’s many branches. “Hey, Yuri,” he began, “Why’d you leave so…” but suddenly he stopped. It seemed to him that maybe the girl had been crying. Unsure what to say to console her, Ben stood there for a minute staring straight into the ground. He looked up and to the left slightly - the sun was nearing the Eagle’s beak - then back down again. He shifting one of his running shoes absentmindedly. He had never been good in these kinds of situations.

Ben stood with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. At that moment it felt like the whole world had caved in, but he couldn’t explain why. All he knew was that he had been in this tiny mountain village for less than a day, known this girl for less time than that, and he simply couldn’t stand to see her so downhearted, especially knowing that it was all his fault.

When Ben finally looked up, he spoke quietly. “Look. I’m really sorry about what happened today. You and your brother are both upset because of me. If I hadn’t gotten lost here…” There was a long pause. A dozen clauses that could have finished that incomplete sentence flashed through his mind, but he wasn’t sure what Yuri’s reaction would be, so he simply said, “Thanks for sticking up for me earlier.” There was another long pause. Ben felt like he had nothing left. “Master Sensei told me I was to meet him when the sun met the Eagle. He thinks Medeo should be fully recovered and I can leave then. I just wanted to let you know that I had a lot of fun helping you finish your chores today.”

As he turned towards the Monastery, Ben’s grey-green eyes swept the mountainous countryside one more time. At this hour of day, the view was simply breathtaking, and he regretted that things hadn’t worked out better. He would have loved to have explored the area with Yuri. “Your home is beautiful, Yuri,” he said. “Thank you for showing it to me.” He paused, then added, “I just wish I knew what to say to make you feel better… I just wish there was some way I could make it up to you.”

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PeeGee
19th January 2010, 1:16 AM
The Reverse World

Pikagod: You complement the two fighters on their efforts, whilst in all honesty you where fighting a struggle that’d be tricky to pull away with. One of the piranha was sinking its teeth into the manta’s tail, causing a great deal of panic for the juvenile Pokémon and slowing his speed. The Carvhana was determined to keep a hold, not about to miss out on its first feast in weeks. And by the looks of the pushy swarms of rowdy fish, this was the smallest of Ray-Ray’s troubles. Zoran is first to spring into action, perched atop a tree like some sort of puppet master as he frantically fans his appendages. A gust picks up on the swampy bed, the murky lakes gyrating into another Twister! Almost all the fish are sucked into its eye, whacked with streams of draconic energy with the weaker of the school taking big hits. The Wicked Pokémon notices a cluster of the savages swimming against the vicious current, coaxing him into another Razor Leaf aimed at the eye of the storm. The thin green blades hit several of the submerged shadow Pokémon, a few of them finally giving up and swimming downstream to lick their wounds. Thinning out the herd leaves you with about six or so hungry Carvhana frenzied by the taste of blood coursing from the Mantine’s tail. He helplessly flails from the water to an uproar of snaps, spitting a flurry of stars to beat off the straggler. The Swift projectiles splash against Carvhana’s dorsal fin who winces in pain. Adding insult to injury, the Ray persists with a high pitched Signal Beam of bug energy, bulleting it between the eyes with just enough force to loosen its jaws. The Carvhana splashes back into the river, swimming downstream with the rest of his weakened siblings. Whilst you’d trimmed down the weaker of the mix, this left one fuming quintet of stronger fish. Two of them dive beneath the water in Ray-Ray’s direction, whilst the other three persistently leap from the water in hopes of fastening onto Zoran’s wooden hide. The manta also submerges, releasing a Supersonic echo causing enough confusion to lead them off his trail for the time being. Meanwhile, Zoran’s nature power transforms into a stinky Mud Bomb which splashes against both the fish whilst in mid-air, lowering their accuracy slightly. Whilst you’d managed to get a hold on the tricky situation, a few movements outside of the confined battle area send your senses on edge. You timorously scope the surroundings, taken back by the ruby eyes of a few Tangrowth in the bushes, a Feraligatr and a few Croconaw slowly pushing near with their trunk-like tails. Whilst none of these new threats had shown any signs of aggression, you’d had one two many encounters with their kind to take them lightly. A clean getaway down stream seemed just as unlikely though given the state of your kayak, what will you do?

Karmas looked at the scene in front of him with hidden despair. A Carvanha was currently sinking its teeth into Ray-Ray's tail, which caused a lot of pain for the Mantine and had slowed him down considerably. The fish wasn't prepared to let go of its possible meal ticket, and by looking at the school of fish it was merely the smallest of Ray-Ray's increasingly bad problems. Zoran springs into action before Ray-Ray, frantically fanning his leafy hands. A breeze starts to pick up before the swamp once again forms a Twister. The attack sucked in the majority of the fish, whacking the Carvanha with draconic energy. Looking into the twister, Zoran spied several of the shadow pokemon fighting their way against the water's current, so he released another Razor Leaf. The razor sharp leaves hit a couple of Carvanha, several of them giving up the fighting and swimming down stream. Despite this bit of good luck, Karmas saw that were still around six Carvanha left, now in a frenzy thanks to the blood coming out of Ray-Ray's tail. Speaking of the Mantine, he was flailing his way out of the water, spitting a Swift at the Carvanha attached to his tail. Despite wincing in pain, the fish still didn't want to come off. Continuing to attack, Ray-Ray fired a Signal Beam hitting Carvanha right in between its eyes. The attack was enough to make Carvanha let go and swim its way to the other Carvanha that had lost interest beforehand. Now with five of the pokemon left, Karmas suddenly realised that they were the strongest of the bunch. He watched in horror as two Carvanha dived in Ray-Ray's direction while the other three jumped up at Zoran. Intent on getting a little revenge, Ray-Ray also dove under water firing off a Supersonic. The attack confused the water/dark types long enough to put them off Ray-Ray's trail, much to the Mantine's delight. Meanwhile Zoran's Nature Power transformed into a Mud Bomb, hitting the Carvanha in the air and making it harder for them to see. While it seemed to Karmas that his pokemon had the situation under hand, some movement caught his attention. Looking around, the trainer was alarmed to see several Tangrowths in the bushes, and a Feraligatr and a couple of Croconaw coming closer. While they didn't seem to be a threat at the moment, Karmas wasn't willing to take any risks. The thought of a clean get away down the stream occurred to Karmas but given the shape the kayak was in, it didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. Not having much time to think, Karmas hovered his hand over Banane's ball, getting ready to release the Tropius if he needed to. But first he had to give some orders to his fighting pokemon. "Okay Zoran, I want you to hit the suckers with a Mega Drain then follow it up with a Razor Leaf and finish it up with a Leaf Storm. Ray-Ray hit them with an Aerial Ace the use Signal Beam and finish up with a Hydro Pump!"

Arc_Angel
25th January 2010, 2:22 PM
Lost Jungles

Arc Angel: In the heat of a traumatising scuffle, you feel the mysterious heroine press you backwards with a disquieting glint of concern welling in her cerulean iris. The heavy downpour hammered against the thick canopy of shrubbery, beating its way through the murky foliage and pattering against your skull. Despite the cold chill your blood was boiled, a flood of tears trickling down your face from the moment the goddess released you from your spellbound state. The bottled emotions rattling through your mind where all let lose at once, your legs juddering as you continued to hold back the anger which was bursting to explode – even Impish would be torn apart by the near god-like antagonist. Despite the heartache you’d yielded to, the thought of further torture was just a few seconds in the making. Taking quite literally to her words, you withdraw the comatose bear and lifeless sack of toxins and dash to the nearest break in trees. It was tricky trying to make out the blurry branches camouflaged in a muffle of moss amidst the veil of tears masking your eyesight. You took whatever risk you had to, closing your eyes tight as you could, venerably rushing away from the skirmish and vowing never to look back. Desperately shambling over thick roots and waving past curtains of vinery, the sound of your own footsteps pounding against the damp soil giving you little else to think about. Less than a minute passes as you wrangle your way through the trickiest thicks of the Lost Jungle, the likes of which most trainers would shudder think of. Rolling up a muddy sleeve you wipe away the moist drips running down your cheeks, almost certain you’d gained enough leeway. You weren’t out of the woods just yet by any means, a collapsed block of timber catching your ankle as you scurried onward sending you flying off of your track!

The fall sends you tumbling face first against the spiked fragments of a buckled oak, fortunate that the torrential shower and sticky moss had weathered the blunt splinters to a point they shatter on your weight leaving less than a few grazes. You groan weakly, in need of a hero when all you had was an ethereal felon with a Dissociative identity disorder. Reaper settles his keystone on the log beside you, but he doesn’t bother to pick you up despite a familiar red fluid trickling down from your head onto the shattered remains of a lightning-stricken tree. You hadn’t fallen under however, the pitter-patter of rainfall still leaving you very much conscious as you weakly attempted to recompose yourself. You press your chafed fingers on the bits of log, digging your feet into the muddy thickets as you groaned in pain. Despite how physically and emotionally drained you felt there was no giving up now. You owed it to Pokémon who’d fought by your side. One leg at a time, you get to your feet, a distinct sensation of victory filling the air with the apathetic Spiritomb phasing to your side on queue. It doesn’t take long to sink in that you were still on a runaway, making your way through a small span of uneven terrain you’re left with another choice as for what to do next. You find yourself panting for air, scanning the leafy expanse for any source of life. There was something… a gentle crunching of dead leaves prickling your ears. A few low grunts cause your heart to skip a beat, but the noise was only that of a passing Stantler drinking from a shallow stream. There was a sharp silence, something didn’t feel right.

The strapping antelope’s eyes widen, its black pupils dilated as its rear stiffened. The cream coloured quadruped was less than subdued; breaking away from the hazy tributary as if scared out of its wits. You could only imagine the types of predator lurking in such dark stretches, with a distinct sense of empathy causing your body to instinctively curl into a defensive stance. The stag flinches at the very twitch of your limbs, you almost feel in a safe position until it crumples its face and fearfully stampedes forward in its own defence! Under usual circumstances you would’ve had a chance to swiftly react – perhaps send the mighty Macabre to telekinise a barrier – but is was all too quick for your all too tethered reactions. The antelope kicks through thickets of grass, mindlessly lunging forward in little less than the blink of an eye! A loud thump and you slam rearward down a drop of uneven terrain. The forest grows abruptly silent, you gasp in shock, wincing upward at the dusky sky unable to make a noise as blood pours up your throat. Your pale hands shake feebly, hovering over your blouse which was entirely severed and painted a deep red. Trying best not to succumb to the screaming pain you notice the Keystone rattle furiously beside you. More than it had ever had before. You could only hope Reaper would take away the pain, heal your broken bones and sew up your punctured lung - or at least scar the beast that had so chokingly rammed you against the toothed rocks of the cavernous valley. No such events happen under your witness. The pain grows too hard to bear, and you resist any further attempts of sitting up, the back of your head falling flat against the lifeless terra.

Lifted, all pain suddenly slips away, your spirit drifting through dark recesses almost through instinct. What you experienced now you where likely to forget, nothing felt right, but everything felt right. You look down at your former self, an empty carcass with no ties to you now. Not even your Pokémon could stop you from, transcending. Ahead, a bright light. Glorious warmth emanating from it. Your family, you feel your parents helping you break away from this world and into the next. There was so much light there, so much peace... Suddenly you feel your mystical journey grind to a halt. Your spirit faltering backward. It was a disgusting feeling. The warm light grew dimmer and colder, the sense of company from the two you had loved and lost weakening with it.

You start to feel again. Exhaustion, pain, misery, to name a few of the sensations now rattling through your mind. There was nothing motivating you to wake up, a thick quilt covering your body and you could only assume you’d been dreaming. The now dry locks of brunette drape softly against a plump pillow – you’d spend whatever time you could resting and face the burden of reality in the morning...

“Stacey...” a calm voice rasps faintly “Stacey, wake up my dear we don’t have much time”. With that, you feel a pair of warm hands caress your own motherly. You whimper jadedly, opening your eyes to what looked like a queen’s bedroom. Dawn had broken and the morning sun was serenely flickering against a stained glass window. The room was painted a chalky white, complimenting the dark brown oak of your four-poster bed and the adjacent dresser. As you look away from the extravagant features of the luxurious suite, you find yourself fixated on the cerulean eyes of the blonde goddess.

“I know what you’re about to ask, your Pokémon are fine”, she smiles, walking across the room gracefully unsure where to start, “What I’m more worried about... is you, Stacey”. Her weak smile suddenly slumps into a grave stare of concern, causing some confusion. You slowly slide away the silk duvet, terrified at what you may find. Inch after inch, you uncover the open wounds. The sight of a few sharp cuts sends you sick, but these scratches paled in comparison to the gaping puncture below your breast. Bones and organs you expected to never see where exposed so unnaturally. Tears begin trickling down your face as though you’d known all along, but you’d somehow repressed the sickening truth that things would never be the same. You’d come face to face with some of the most perilous feats, you had treasured a naive sense of invincibility for so long.

“I was lucky I managed to fend off those fiends before you crossed over, but I could not permanently revive you”, she pauses again, choosing her words very carefully which was all too difficult in this situation, “You’re dead Stacey, but you’ll remain here, with the living. I’m afraid you have unfinished business”. The woman paces to a door obscured by one of the oak trunks of your bed, turning its handle and letting in a warm breeze of fresh air.

“How about we have some tea, you’ve been up to so much in the past few days I think it’s time we have a chat”, the worry in her voice panics you somewhat, but alas you manage your way out of the cosy sheets and onto your feet. Your ragged attire had been replaced with a lavender nightie which gave a similar scent to its colour; thankfully it did a good job of covering your mortal wounds. You follow Iris into the bedroom’s balcony, where she was now sat at a circular table with two chairs. There was an ornate tea set laid out, small pots of sugar and honey complimenting a much larger teapot. Beyond the balcony you could hardly imagine the world was in such disarray, acres of blooming meadow flowing delicately against the soft breeze. You notice a cluster of Buneary peeking from their burrows, wheedling into wondering what’d become of Reaper and your other Pokémon.

“Please, sit down”, Iris gestures the bordering seat with a warm smile, “I can sense the cloud of confusion hazing in your mind. I’m sure you have many questions, so please, ask away”. Flashes of yesterday flutter back. A toothless hag muttering about destiny. A villainous shaman readying to destroy you for reasons you couldn’t possibly comprehend. You’d caught a glimpse of the Renegade Pokémon. Surely you’d need your questions answered before you went any further…

Emp, I just wanted to say thank you for continuing to provide me with updates, this was one of the best storylines I have encountered and I feel privileged that you chose to share it with me … oh and sorry for the late reply again ^-^;;;

The storm continued to rage almost drowning out the sounds of sorrow and anguish produced by the lone human lost in the forest. To an outsider this picture was a strange one, it almost looked to be a beautifully haunting painting, depicting such deep emotions and colours, but to Stacey it was all too real. This was a nightmare she had been forced to endure from the very moment she entered Memory Lane to right now she had been played like a puppet. There was a greater force pulling on her strings watching her fight against it only to fail and dance for them in a depraved game. She was beginning to feel that she had been chosen to suffer from the start, given a chance of happiness for it to be robbed from her time and time again. If this was another test she had failed and she didn’t care, she no longer cared. She had picked up new friends along the way only to drag them down into her misery making them suffer all the evils coming to her did that make her any better than the wicked creatures torturing her? Stacey’s mind had drawn itself into the dark corners she saved all her fear, sorrow, negativity and horrid memories and she was struggling to get back out. With only Reaper available to bring her out of one of her depressions and not knowing how it looked like she could very well lie in the dirt and rain forever. This time however she felt something that drew her out, her head was throbbing and a thick liquid was trickling out of a gash there. Stacey frowned her tears slowing as she began to shake, her body very cold and suffering, it was acting to survive and wouldn’t let the feeble mind draw it to death. Stacey blinked and saw Reaper staring at her with a look of almost concern … he had never shown concern for anything before. As he saw her focus on him his expression changed to indifference as he searched the forest for any more dangers then telling Stacey to move.

Her whole body ached and pulling her wrist from underneath her Stacey pressed her fingers that were tingling from loss of blood flow to the log that had caused her injuries. Reaching her other hand to the wood she shifted legs into a kneeling position before slowly making it to her feet wobbling very unsteadily. Stacey felt a groan of pain escape her mud-covered lips and held a hand to her head drawing it away to see the blood dotting her palm. Stacey sighed now back to reality and out of the recesses of her mind as she tried to draw focus on what she was doing. Reaper was by her side immediately and was staring back at where they came, that’s right, they were running. Snorting Stacey felt a little comfort in anger as she came to the conclusion that she was good at that either, can’t even run without falling.

“Right,” she muttered quietly as she scanned the forest feeling the harsh rainfall batter her and in her weak state she nearly fell over again. Suddenly a noise filled the air, a soft grunt and the crunch of leaves under foot and Stacey felt her heart stop, had they caught up to her whilst she had been lying prone. Not daring to look she slowly moved her head knowing that any fast movement would sending her crashing to the ground again she saw the cause of the noise. A Stantler was drinking from a nearby stream but as a deadly silence suddenly filled the air, the sound of her increasing heart beat filing her ears Stacey had the awful feeling that something was dreadfully wrong. The Stantler brought its head up from its drink and its whole body stiffened as if sensing some deadly predator lurking in the undergrowth. Stacey felt her own body shift into a defensive position hoping to be ready to ward off any attack when Stantler turned to her seeing her movements and panicking. Its body shifts and it begins to stampede in defence … towards her! Stacey couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t save herself, all she could do was stare in shock and panic as the Stantler closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. She blinked and it happened, the Stantler rammed her, its antlers forcing into her abdomen the skin weaker than the hardened bone as they speared through the flesh. Stacey didn’t even feel the pain as she was thrown through the air and down a slope of uneven terrain her body breaking in new places with every impact she made with the ground.

She came to stop at the bottom sliding like a broken doll along the mud before she felt anything … the pain was excruciating. She couldn’t scream as blood began to force its way up through her throat her lungs and stomach punctured, the former trying their best to continue with their job futilely. Weakly and with shaking hands she reached up to her chest feeling the holes their blood pouring traitorously from her body staining the ground as a large puddle formed. All she felt was shock as the pain overwhelmed her and tears ran from her eyes again. She didn’t want to die, why did this happen? It had been so quick, so pointless, she had hoped when she eventually met her end she would be very old surrounded by those who loved her or die heroically in an act of bravery. But no, a startled Stantler had rammed her trying to defend itself, as if she could have caused it any harm in her previous state. Stacey felt her bones broken pushing through her skin, her legs bent in an awkward and ugly position that would leave her paralysed if she lived, not that was going to be an issue. Reaper quickly floated over to her and looked down in shock too not knowing what to do, soon he would be left alone with a dead trainer in a forest with the evils of the world hunting him down and he didn’t like that idea. He didn’t like or love anyone but this woman was tolerable at least and though he had seen many worse deaths this, caused many of them himself it seemed a waste, pointless just like his trainer had been thinking.

Stacey turned her head weakly to see Reaper as tears clouded her eyes. ‘Reaper, please can you not heal me? Help me I.. I don’t want to die!’ she begged mentally, not able to speak. She knew he couldn’t and it was pointless asking but she had to try for if a miracle occurred and she had missed the opportunity for it she would regret it later. She felt that next, only a minute had passed and her body was drawn closer to death, but she felt and thought so much in such a short space of time. She regretted so much, not spending more time with her Pokemon, watching them grow old, finding a partner of her own, someone to spend the rest of her life loving and caring for. She regretted the wrongs she had never made right, the things she had never dared to try, she regretted dying As her heart pumped the last of her blood uselessly away from her body to the ground she felt the pain disappear. She whispered goodbye to Reaper as blood ran from her mouth and she was gone.

She was floating, away from her body, away from the harsh cold and cruel world and into the bright sky. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time, she could see her body on he ground below her, a picture of death and suffering but no longer felt anything for it; she had severed all ties to that now. She knew that she was leaving her Pokemon behind but she no longer cared where she was going was bright and warm and peaceful. Tears of joy ran from her non-existant eyes as she felt her parents, her brother drawing her to them, she would see them again, oh how she had longed for that.

“Mummy, Daddy … I’m coming home,” she called to them feeling like a child all over reaching out her hands wanting to embrace them feeling close just for the action. Suddenly her journey grinded to a halt and she felt herself moving away from the light. A sick feeling filled her and the light grew cold and distant.

“No … NO I want to be with you, let me be with you!” she yelled as she felt them slip away and darkness surround her.

Her senses began to re-awaken, her hearing first as light noises filled her ears followed by touch, her skin prickled at the familiar sensations. It felt like she had a thick quilt covering her body warm and heavy, it provided little comfort as her misery and exhaustion quickly followed. She must have been dreaming, what a cruel dream for her mind to conjure up, that was the closest she had felt to her family in the longest of times, she was even torturing herself how ironic. She remembered dying, had that been a dream too, she didn’t feel like she was dying. Too tired to think anymore Stacey decided to just rest and leave the thinking till morning. Just as she had begun to drift off again she heard someone calling her name and wrinkled her nose and brow hoping they’d see she was asleep and leave her alone. No such luck as they called to her again rubbing her hands with their own, they were warm she could feel that much but she didn’t care to wake up. The female voice tried again alerting her that they had little time to act, act for what? Groaning in annoyance Stacey opened her eyes blinking the sleep from them only see sunlight as dawn greeted her, it was morning? How typical. As she became more alert she saw that she was in a gorgeous bedroom in a luxurious bed, the room was light and airy and light beautifully by the sun pouring through the stained glass windows. Stacey turned to see the culprit behind her too early awakening when she saw the beautiful blonde from before, she looked like a goddess perhaps she was one and had she saved her? What about her Pokemon, were they alright?

As if sensing her concerns she eased them by telling her that her Pokemon were safe, that was a relief if nothing else. “What I’m more worried about... is you, Stacey” she said looking weakly at her as Stacey frowned, what about her? It was as if her words had triggered something inside her as the door to her memories opened and she was flooded with the pictures and sounds of the past day. Shaking and already feeling tears prick at her eyes again she pushed the quilt off her body revealing a lavender coloured nightie and pulling it up inch by inch she began to feel discrepancies in her shape and soon she discovered why. No longer soaked in blood she could see the damage caused by the Stantler in its attack, there were gaping holes under her breast and in her abdomen, not covered by bandages to hide them no her wounds reveal her organs and bones were on show for all to see. Staring at them she felt herself shake more and more as she hyperventilated before roughly shoving the material back down her body and pulling the quilt up to her neck. She cried again, it felt that was all she was good for as she realised that she had died, no-one could be walking around with a wound like that and still be alive. She remembered dying, it had hurt, it was pointless, but then, she hadn’t been dreaming, she was torn away from her family to be like this, what was she? Deep down she knew the truth but had hoped it was a lie, part of her had felt invincible, she had been thrust into the harshest situations and had come out on top and she had her Pokemon with her but this had truly made her realise how vulnerable and weak she truly was.

“I was lucky I managed to fend off those fiends before you crossed over, but I could not permanently revive you”, she said pausing as I choosing her words carefully. “You’re dead Stacey, but you’ll remain here, with the living. I’m afraid you have unfinished business”. Stacey turned to face her again wiping the tears from her eyes tired of feeling so weak. So it was her that had stopped her crossing over, going to what could be considered Heaven to be with her family. She couldn’t be too mad her after all the evil ones had been the ones to cause all this and she had tried to revive her fully but been unable to do so. She was dead, she had said that much but was walking with the living with unfinished business, she felt she had a lot of that did that mean she would be like this forever, a walking corpse? The woman walks over to an oak door and pulls it open letting the warm air from outside the room to breeze in.

“How about we have some tea, you’ve been up to so much in the past few days I think it’s time we have a chat”, she suggests still sounding worried and concerned. Stacey guessed that she was concerned about Dim Sun, he made Stacey concerned too but now she was dead he didn’t seem to matter, she felt like nothing mattered. Sighing she pushed the covers from her body and slipped out of bed thankful that her wounds were covered by her new attire and followed the woman out onto the balcony. There was a large circular table set out with chairs for the two of them and upon its surface there was an ornate tea set with milk, honey and sugar ready to be served. Turning away from the table Stacey walked to the edge of the balcony and looked out at the acres of woodland stretching as far as the eye could see, it was beautiful and a far cry from the turbulent vicious jungle she had been running through not long ago. She wondered how far away this sanctuary was from where she had died when the woman, Iris if she recalled correctly, interrupted her thoughts. She offered her a seat offering to answer any questions she had and she had many not all of them relevant or pertinent. She walked over to the chair and sat down gently, feeling fragile wondering if she could damage her deceased body further. Stacey’s mind wandered back to the beginning, from whence this all started it all seemed to link together somehow and perhaps Iris could shed some light on it all. She stared at the tea set and wondered if she could even eat or drink in this state, she didn’t feel hungry or thirsty, she just felt …

“I feel numb,” she voiced her end train of thought still staring at the tea. “I don’t know if I can feel anything other than numb, no that’s not true, I am jealous. I see the life out there and feel envious, why do they get to live and I don’t? Why should I die, what did I do deserve this?” she asked wanting to vent her frustrations. It was a selfish question but right now she wanted to be selfish, why not after all. Most people who died were done and didn’t have to suffer this, but not her, she had to walk amongst the living, a fraud, something so unnatural she felt as if the world would rat her out and she would have to meet death all over again. After composing herself she ran her fingers round the empty tea cup enjoying the sensation of feeling knowing that she shouldn’t be.

“I suppose I should ask something a little more relevant. How do you know who I am? How does that demon who I am? Who are you both you have abilities no human should?” she started with and as soon as she started she felt she could stop, she had wanted answers for so long now and someone had offered to give her answers, she would ask her everything; it wasn’t as if her dead lungs would require the oxygen so could keep talking forever.

“This all started in a different country altogether, I walked along a road of memories and met an old woman, she told me of a destiny in a new world,” and Stacey proceeded to tell her tale. As she move through her recollection of events hoping it would help Iris answer her questions she remembered a sonnet that had been spoken before she came here. Stopping her tale she spoke the words,


“Commemorations are in order,
Relieve your anxiety,
Welcome new member,
To the Dim Sun Society…”

Stacey frowned before continuing on with her story explaining the events that led up to this point stopping to catch breath on habit.

“How is it my destiny to die? Especially like that, seems like a pointless destiny to me.” She said bitterly before sighing, she needed to get off this pity train. “Dim Sun mentioned Giratina, I saw it when I first came here, it charged right past me. I remember feeling amazed, it was beautiful, a ghost I thought I’d never see. What does he want with it?”

“You mentioned unfinished business, I feel one part of that would be finding a safe home for all my Pokemon as I will be gone permanently again I need to know they’re safe. There are many things I feel I still need to do but perhaps my real unfinished business is to find my destiny, and if it is to stop this demon, to help you do that.” Stacey finished talking leaning back in her chair hoping that she could some answers already prepared for the possibility that they wouldn’t be what she wanted to hear.

Emp
30th December 2010, 11:02 PM
The Garden of Iris

Arc Angel: The shy breeze blows bits of pinkish cherry blossoms off the gorgeous sycamores, the signs of spring twisting up the whitewash ramparts of the beautiful tower and rippling on top of each teacup. Several others would find their senses intoxicated by the heavenly vista, but your heart couldn’t have sunk much deeper. The unnatural splits across chest lure a sickly sensation, complemented by a cold numbness that ebbs to the tips of your fingers. You where now sat drinking tea for a much needed change of pace, with a powerful lady you’d barely had a chance to speak to. She gently stirs a dollop of honey into the tea, all ears and hoping to shed light on the mysterious events despite your busy schedule. So many questions were left unanswered, and if you missed a chance now they’d continue to eat away at you. With fine opportunity presenting itself, a flood of questions involuntarily spew from your mouth leaving you little time to catch breath. Iris smiles weakly, placing her tea cup on a saucer.

“I’m sorry, it seems my attempt at calming your unsettled soul has only aggravated it...” she pauses apologetically, “Your loss of appetite was to be expected, and I’m sure you’ll soon find death brings out the worst in people; detached from the natural beauty of the world, surrounded by a mess of bleakness and grief. And I’m afraid to add this could be it, there’s not much I can do for you now Stacey. Cheating death is a very dark practice, there are consequences too...” she sighs softly, breaking contact with you rather awkwardly as she’d quite bluntly given you the answers you didn’t want to hear. Of course you already knew the answer to this question before you asked it, moving onto a more relevant issue. How did she know who you were? How did the demon so fluently hiss your occasional alias as though you’d once met?

“Well... there’s no easy way to answer those questions”, she says, stirring her cup now for no other reason than a casual distraction, “I’ve had my powers for as long as I can remember, I was born long before time itself along with the other immortals. The ancient civilisations cultivated around these jungles worshipped me as a goddess”, she continues, blushing modestly, “I share a symbiotic relationship with nature. One cannot live without the other, and even now as my beautiful jungle has been plagued I feel weaker and weaker. I’m becoming mortal now Stacey, and I won’t me much use in combat for much longer”

“Syrian – the cloaked demon - is not an immortal, although he is thousands of years old” she answers, only managing to fabricate a further string of questions “I should explain, when humans first started colonising on this Island, I felt urged to endow them with bountiful harvests - I fell in love with them. My naivety only led to their downfall. They advanced rapidly, their unstable empire splitting into factions and waging war. Every tree they set ablaze felt like a pin prick... For the first time I felt angry, heartbroken, and through my experimental urges the mighty empire fell with no exertion. Whilst most of the civilians were wise enough to retreat, a few retaliated... I killed anyone in my way, it fills me with regret”.

“However, one of the civilians, a young child, survived. Filled with so much hate and fuelled with revenge he delved into the darkest types of magic. His immortality comes from a deal he made with a dark Shadow Court as he was growing too old to fulfil his retribution; they will keep him