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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

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    "Last thing we needed. An obstacle!" growls Peter, clutching a trusted PokéBall with his fist. "Tina, get Lorraine out of here!"

    "No can do, Peter. I'm not leaving the two of you to fight this thing!"

    "Tina, there is no conceivable way Maya can live against a Rock-type!" Peter snarls harshly. "Just get Lorraine and yourself to somewhere safe!"

    "And how?! We're all stuck in here, Peter!" screams Tina. "I'm not going to lose any more people! Especially not you, not Matthew; you've already risked too much!"

    Seconds tick by, prolonged by the angry sandstorm tearing at the air around you, before Peter finally nods assent. Flinging the PokéBall onto the floor ahead of him, the male scientist sends out his Tangela alongside Rhyperbeam while Tina releases her Yanma in conjunction; the two Pokémon looking instantly troubled by the weather conditions but still facing their opponent with determined glares. "Erik, use Wring Out!" "Maya, Signal Beam!"

    Roaring in his readiness to battle, the renewed Rhyperbeam leads the group off as he fires an Ice Beam; much like what Farity's Feraligatr had done to him earlier, blasting the Tyranitar at the chest with his freezing ray. A laser of rainbow spectrum issues itself from Maya's compound eyes, briefly dazzling the passageway as it makes its mark across the green armoured skin, while Erik extends a myriad of his countless tendrils to wrap around the Tyranitar's limbs. Straining from the effort, Erik tries his best to crush the body bits under his grasp, but the resistance against the Normal-type technique is distinct.

    "Look out!" Peter suddenly yells, and pushing you aside the battle researcher brings you against the wall, just as a Dark Pulse ripple thunders past the spot where you stood; one of several others emanating from the joints of the partial Dark-type. Wrenched from his grip, Erik slams into the closed wall, followed by Maya as Rhyperbeam winces from the damage. Opposite you, Tina stands over her other colleague, having moved Lorraine just in time; the latter curled into a whimpering ball.

    "I figured the early usage of Wring Out would help... but it seems that wasn't enough. We'll have to disable it properly first!" mutters Peter. "Erik, go for Stun Spore! Now!"

    "Geeeeel!" Emitting a mouthless cry, the Vine Pokémon instantly shakes up a wave of his paralytic powder, and though it takes a while for the spores to sink in you recognise the familiar crackles and spasms of paralysis dance across Tyranitar's skin. Taking the chance, Rhyperbeam spins up one of his Swords Dances, while Maya casts a Double Team that spawns four virtual images beside her.

    "Go for Grass Knot, Erik!" At his trainer's command, Erik sends a wave of botanic power flowing through the tiled floor, and soon enough a series of the tough, hemplike blades wrap themselves about Tyranitar's toes, binding them tightly as the Maya quintet make a dive for the enemy's head. A storm of Steel Wings clatter against the rocky hide, and as Tyranitar howls in pain Rhyperbeam charges towards it; his Dragon Claw a-blazing with power as he goes for the swing.

    "What the --?!" Clenching his teeth in a gasp as Tyranitar abruptly raises its own arm, Peter gapes as the two Rock-types meet their fists in a resounding clash. "That Tyranitar knows Dragon Claw, too?!" Worriedly you glance back at Rhyperbeam, who in spite of his attack boost is actually struggling to hold his ground against the sneering enemy, and with a swipe the Rhydon finds himself pushed backwards.

    "RaNIIIITAAAAAAAAAR!" Voicing distinct displeasure at its opposition, Tyranitar bellows a piercing Screech that fills the choking air; boosted strongly by the closed state of the walls, sending everyone cowering in discomfort as Lorraine begins to sob, clearly terrified by the noise.

    "Looks like we got our work cut out for us," grimaces Peter, wiping his face gingerly where the sand slashed minute wounds against his cheeks from abrasion. "Any good ideas, Matthew?"
    "Last thing we needed. An obstacle!" growled peter as he stood next to Matthew, the two trainers holding Pokéballs side-by-side to deal with the threat. "Tina, get Lorraine out of here!"

    Matthew turned around to face Tina as Peter continued his orders, backing him up with the battling was his main priority, his hot-headedness had plans to forget the injured woman behind him. Looking down in guilt, Matthew couldn’t help but worry about her injuries.

    "No can do, Peter. I'm not leaving the two of you to fight this thing!" Tina shouted back as Matthew was surprised at the determination in her voice.

    "Tina, there is no conceivable way Maya can live against a Rock-type. Just get Lorraine and yourself to somewhere safe!" Peter snarled back as Matthew looked to the floor, staying out of what seemed to be a strong issue.

    "And how?! We're all stuck in here, Peter! "I'm not going to lose any more people! Especially not you, not Matthew; you've already risked too much!"

    Chuckling, Matthew turned to the leader, cheekily winking as he did. “You’ve not got me to worry about; I’ve got Rhyperbeam as my protector. And we’ve still got plenty to give!”

    Clenching his fists with valor, Matthew quickly counted the seconds as they ticked by, the minutes prolonged by the tearing of his skin by the sandstorm as the air ripped at his flesh. Looking back at Peter, Matthew saw the nod as they threw their Pokéballs onto the floor revealing a Tangela and a Yanma I conjunction to fight alongside Rhyperbeam. With Rhyperbeam facing the elements and seemingly care-free, Matthew looked at his comrades Pokémon as they looked troubled by the weather conditions.

    "Erik, use Wring Out!" "Maya, Signal Beam!"

    Roaring in his readiness to battle, Matthew saw a renewed Rhyperbeam lead the group into battle in an Ice Beam, the icy beam coining the ice beam made famous by Farity’s Feraligatr earlier, blasting the Tyranitar in the chest. Feeling invigorated, Matthew’s attacks were soon to be followed by Maya’s rainbow spectrum of signal beam, the attack clearly dazzling the passageway as it made a mark across the green armoured body of the Tyranitar. Erik was next to strike on the list as it used it tendrils to wrap around the Tyranitar’s limbs. Seeing the grass-type strain for effort, Matthew was disappointed to see the resistance undermine the best efforts to crush the opponent Pokémon’s body.

    "Look out!"

    Matthew suddenly felt his neck hit the side of his body, being pushed aside the battle researcher and against the wall. Looking back, Matthew saw the remainder of the dark pulse rippling past the spot where he was, the emanating joints of the partial dark type buzzing. Looking back to the battle, Matthew looked as Erik slammed into the closed wall, followed by Maya, with Rhydon wincing from the pain. Opposite him, Matthew saw Tina stand over the injured colleague, having moved Lorraine just in time.

    "I figured the early usage of Wring Out would help... but it seems that wasn't enough. We'll have to disable it properly first!" Peter said as Matthew agreed, the scientist carried on with his orders "Erik, go for Stun Spore! Now!"

    "Geeeeel!" the Pokémon cried in return as the paralytic powder shook from its tendants, the wave taking a time but as the spores sink in, the familiar cracks of paralysis danced on the Tyranitar’s body. In preparation for the battle ahead, Rhydon used a swords dance while Maya casted a double team that spawned four virtual images around her.

    "Go for Grass Knot, Erik!" Peter yelled as the Tangela obeyed his command, Matthew sending a wave of botanic power through the cracks of the tiled floor, the tough hemplike blades coming up from below and wrap themselves around the played monsters toes. Noticing the flying type going in, Matthew saw a storm of steel wings clatter against the rocky hide as Tyranitar howled in pain. As it came round to Rhydon’s turn, Matthew saw the Pokémon swing a claw filled with dragon energy hit against his, the Tyranitar raising his arm to block the attack.

    "What the --?! That Tyranitar knows Dragon Claw, too?!" Peter carried on, Matthew agreeing it was unusual. Worriedly glancing back at Rhyperbeam, Matthew noticed that in spite of the swords dance he was still losing the battle. With one swipe of the Tyranitar, Rhyperbeam was pushed back from power.

    "RaNIIIITAAAAAAAAAR!"

    Suddenly finding his ears withering in pain, Matthew found himself covering his ears from the displeasing screech that filled the air.

    "Looks like we got our work cut out for us," peter grimaced as he wiped his face, the sand causing a minute wound. "Any good ideas, Matthew?"

    “I say we use his natural affinities against him, just as Farity did against me. Take use of any super effective attacks. Rhyperbeam; Start off with a Bubble barrage to get the Tyranitar distracted. Then Tina, Peter, if you could distract it while Rhyperbeam charges up a Focus Punch and finish with another Ice Beam to the face.

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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

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    "Sounds straightforward enough. Works for me!" Managing a surly grin, Peter nods at his superior and waves his hand at his faithful Tangela. "Erik, take the cue from Rhyperbeam! Energy Ball, now!"

    Screeching through his pulsing body, Erik extends several vines to form a ball of botanic power at their centre, while Rhyperbeam fires a Bubblebeam at high velocity, striking Tyranitar by its upper torso. Not given a chance for a rest, the green dinosaur chokes a roar as Erik's Energy Ball smashes against its armour where Rhyperbeam's attack last hit, and almost smiling in their buzzing the swarm of Maya fly about Tyranitar's head, squealing in chattery unison. "A Taunt?" Peter frowns at Tina, and for a moment you also wonder as to why Tina would choose to irritate the enemy further, when a knowing wink from the lady scientist catches your eye. It doesn't take long for Peter to catch on, returning the gesture with another tight grin.

    "TY-TAR!" A riotous bellow ripples through the closed passage, and all at once Tyranitar starts swatting at the Yanma flying around; its fists burning with the power of Fire Punch, but in spite of its best attempts the Maya quintet manage to avoid every single of the blazing knuckle sandwiches with incredible acrobatics.

    "It's Maya's Detect tactic. Get Rhyperbeam to start the charging, Matthew!" Peter shouts. "Grass Knot again, Erik!"

    As Rhyperbeam begins a punch of his own, you see Erik extend more of his tendrils onto the floor, pumping more of his Grass-type capability into the ground just as before while the dragonfly team begin to veer away from their irked enemy. Snarling, Tyranitar takes a step forward for another hit, but much to its surprise it finds its left foot completely caught in unforgiving vines, tripping it facefirst onto the ground. Barely before it gets up, Rhyperbeam socks it with a Focus Punch onto its forehead, managing to toss the cruel beast backwards from sheer force, topping it up with a blast of Ice Beam direct to the Tyranitar's face.

    "Stay sharp, everyone. That was a strong combination of moves but I doubt it's over yet," cautions Tina, noting the sands still flying in relentless currents all around you. Your three Pokémon stand at ready attention; Rhyperbeam panting the most from his steady, strenuous exertions, but before anything else you notice Tyranitar's body start to glow a faint yellow...

    "What the..." "No! That can't be!"

    In spite of its position on the ground, a wave of Earth Power nevertheless explodes from where Tyranitar's lies, sending up dust and chunks of rock as it rumbles through the floor. Instantly you find yourself hurled off your feet, headed for a collision course against the solid stone walls, and with a sickening thud you feel the force of a sledgehammer rock your vertebrae. A series of grunts and cries indicate that you are not alone, however, and looking to your sides you see Peter clutching his shoulder, Tina rubbing her head, and Erik and Rhyperbeam picking themselves up with pained cringes. Only Maya appears unscathed by the attack thanks to her natural airborne state, and the five of them flitter about the group worriedly.

    "Such strength... even while it's -- what?!" Feeling the floor below her, Tina gasps in surprise, and doing likewise you are shocked to find water at your fingertips. "A flood trap?"

    "No, not that!" Growling his frustration, Peter points to the clambering enemy, the latter boasting a nasty smirk on its face. "It's Tyranitar's Aqua Tail! It's going to try and drown us along with itself!"

    What do you do now?...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shadowshocker View Post
    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

    Treepandaone
    "Sounds straightforward enough. Works for me!" Managing a surly grin, Peter nods at his superior and waves his hand at his faithful Tangela. "Erik, take the cue from Rhyperbeam! Energy Ball, now!"

    Screeching through his pulsing body, Erik extends several vines to form a ball of botanic power at their centre, while Rhyperbeam fires a Bubblebeam at high velocity, striking Tyranitar by its upper torso. Not given a chance for a rest, the green dinosaur chokes a roar as Erik's Energy Ball smashes against its armour where Rhyperbeam's attack last hit, and almost smiling in their buzzing the swarm of Maya fly about Tyranitar's head, squealing in chattery unison. "A Taunt?" Peter frowns at Tina, and for a moment you also wonder as to why Tina would choose to irritate the enemy further, when a knowing wink from the lady scientist catches your eye. It doesn't take long for Peter to catch on, returning the gesture with another tight grin.

    "TY-TAR!" A riotous bellow ripples through the closed passage, and all at once Tyranitar starts swatting at the Yanma flying around; its fists burning with the power of Fire Punch, but in spite of its best attempts the Maya quintet manage to avoid every single of the blazing knuckle sandwiches with incredible acrobatics.

    "It's Maya's Detect tactic. Get Rhyperbeam to start the charging, Matthew!" Peter shouts. "Grass Knot again, Erik!"

    As Rhyperbeam begins a punch of his own, you see Erik extend more of his tendrils onto the floor, pumping more of his Grass-type capability into the ground just as before while the dragonfly team begin to veer away from their irked enemy. Snarling, Tyranitar takes a step forward for another hit, but much to its surprise it finds its left foot completely caught in unforgiving vines, tripping it facefirst onto the ground. Barely before it gets up, Rhyperbeam socks it with a Focus Punch onto its forehead, managing to toss the cruel beast backwards from sheer force, topping it up with a blast of Ice Beam direct to the Tyranitar's face.

    "Stay sharp, everyone. That was a strong combination of moves but I doubt it's over yet," cautions Tina, noting the sands still flying in relentless currents all around you. Your three Pokémon stand at ready attention; Rhyperbeam panting the most from his steady, strenuous exertions, but before anything else you notice Tyranitar's body start to glow a faint yellow...

    "What the..." "No! That can't be!"

    In spite of its position on the ground, a wave of Earth Power nevertheless explodes from where Tyranitar's lies, sending up dust and chunks of rock as it rumbles through the floor. Instantly you find yourself hurled off your feet, headed for a collision course against the solid stone walls, and with a sickening thud you feel the force of a sledgehammer rock your vertebrae. A series of grunts and cries indicate that you are not alone, however, and looking to your sides you see Peter clutching his shoulder, Tina rubbing her head, and Erik and Rhyperbeam picking themselves up with pained cringes. Only Maya appears unscathed by the attack thanks to her natural airborne state, and the five of them flitter about the group worriedly.

    "Such strength... even while it's -- what?!" Feeling the floor below her, Tina gasps in surprise, and doing likewise you are shocked to find water at your fingertips. "A flood trap?"

    "No, not that!" Growling his frustration, Peter points to the clambering enemy, the latter boasting a nasty smirk on its face. "It's Tyranitar's Aqua Tail! It's going to try and drown us along with itself!"

    What do you do now?...
    "Sounds straightforward enough. Works for me!" grinned the combat expert as Matthew smiled back, ready to reap some revenge for Lorraine as Rhyperbeam seemed the perfect candidate to do so. As Peter nodded to his superior, Matthew quickly did the same to his Pokémon as the two formed a double attack. On one hand, Peter’s Tangela quickly extended one of its several vines to create a football sized ball of grass energy, as Matthew paid attention to the tactics in form of his love of Grass types, having Pollen on his side, the young Hoppip a candidate for battling when it became more powerfull. Pushing the thought of his Hoppip from his mind, Matthew quickly moved on to watching the Rock Monster’s attack, the bubblebeam attack sending high pressured bubbles round the prison, smacking the Tyranitar in the head so soon after the energy ball. Not giving the Tyranitar a chance to rest, Matthew saw the green dinosaur choke a roar as the super effective attacks smashed against its armour only to hear the chattery unison of Maya flying around Tyranitar’s head, almost smiling in its buzzing.

    "A Taunt?" Peter asked as Matthew raised on eyebrow at the scientist leader, wondering why she would want to irritate the powerful Tyranitar. As he did, Matthew suddenly caught glimpse of a knowing wink from the lady as he smiled back, her reasoning being that of a talented battler. As Matthew continued to understand the reasoning, Peter soon caught on to the tactic as a tight grin crossed his face.

    "TY-TAR!" Matthew jumped as the loud roar ricocheted through the enclosed tunnel. Looking at the Tyranitar swatting at the Yanma, Matthew was attentive as to the damage the bug would take if hit by a powerfull fire punch, only to be surprised to see the bug avoid all of the punches with incredible acrobatics, finishing by doing a barrel roll. It's Maya's Detect tactic. Get Rhyperbeam to start the charging, Matthew!" Peter shouted as Matthew nodded to Rhyperbeam, the aggressive rock-type roaring in agreement "Grass Knot again, Erik!" Peter ordered.

    As Rhyperbeam charged up the high-power punch of his own, Matthew saw Erik extend more of its tendrils to the floor, pumping more of its grass-type capability into the ground as the Dragonfly veered away from the angry enemy. Snarling, Tyranitar took a step forward, only to find its left foot caught by the unforgiving vines, tripping it face first onto the ground. Offering a word of support to the team, Matthew was soon made happier by the Rhydon’s unforgiving fist being driven into the forehead of the Tyranitar, socking it with the earlier Focus Punch, the resulting attacking sending the beast backwards by sheer force. Topping it up with a blast of ice beam, Matthew stuck a thumbs up of confidence as he saw the Tyranitar scream in pain.

    "Stay sharp, everyone. That was a strong combination of moves but I doubt it's over yet," Tina warned Matthew as he nodded in agreement, the sands still whipping at his body as he wiped the blood from his cheeks. Looking at the three Pokémon stand ready to attention, Matthew saw Rhyperbeam pant from the exertions of his earlier attacks, only to see Tyranitar’s body glow a faint yellow out the corner of his eyes.

    "What the..." "No! That can't be!"

    As Matthew saw the Tyranitar on the floor, he was surprised to see that in spite of its position on the ground, the wave of earth power exploded where it lied, sending up dust and chunks of rock through the floor. Covering his eyes from the dust, Matthew soon felt a strange sensation overtake his body. He felt numb as it spread through his limbs like wildfire, spreading quickly to his legs as they fell to its influence, soon to be followed as his arms and torso succumbed to the numbness. Panicking, Matthew looked down to see himself no longer on the ground, before being hurtled through the air, colliding painfully with the stone wall behind him. With his vision faded in and out, struggling to focus on anything in particular. Trying to stand, Matthew suddenly felt the painful twinge as his vertebrate struggled after colliding with the wall. Regaining his focus, Matthew looked to either side to see Peter clutching his shoulder and Tina rubbing her head, only to be followed by Erik and Rhyperbeam picking themselves up with pained cringes, the super effective shot paining Rhyperbeam. Looking in the air, Matthew noticed the flittering Yanma the only one unscathed, her natural airborne state protecting her from such attack.

    "Such strength... even while it's -- what?!" Matthew looked over to Tina when she raised her fingertips, shocked at the water present. Groaning, Matthew did the same as he felt the tips of his fingers come in contact with the H20. "A flood trap?" Tina asked as Matthew shrugged.

    "No, not that!" Peter exclaimed as he pointed to the clambering Tyranitar, Matthew’s eye following his gaze to see the enemy’s smirk boasting. "It's Tyranitar's Aqua Tail! It's going to try and drown us along with itself!"

    Holding the wall as he gradually got up from the floor, Matthew turned to the scientists.

    “We need to KO it before it kills us,” Matthew explained, “Use the most powerful attacks you can for the first two moves.” He said as he turned to Rhyperbeam, “Use a Super Power and then Horn Drill to stop the monster, its attack should provide it with enough time.” Turning back to the team, Matthew made a final suggestion. “If we can’t KO it by the end, we’ll try to drain the water out. If Maya can pick up Erik while Rhyperbeam uses a Fissure we’ll be safe from dying.

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    Atlas City

    Emporium Hotel

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    Cringing from the hex of the spirits assaulting them, Luxray and Floatzel nevertheless carry out your orders; the electric lioness blasting the Gastly twins with another prolonged Flash. Bathed in the radiance of another luminous display, the two Ghost-types writhe in their grotesque, unrestrained agony, leaving Floatzel open for a second timely Crunch. As the buoyant mammal brings his fangs down a horrible scream, more petrifying than anything you've heard in the course of this adventure, rings through the unending void as the body of the Gastly under Floatzel's maw hisses spurting gases like blood from a wound. With its gaseous ectoplasm crumbling into nothingness the Gastly is reduced to but its dark core, which collapses to the ground in a thud, motionless.

    Briefly glancing at each other over the apparent defeat of one of their foes, Luxray wastes little time catching the other Gastly in an intimidating Leer; her natural predatory image helping to stun the spook in place. Opposite her, Floatzel rises to the occasion with another of his Water Pulses, lobbing the aquatic grenade skilfully like a bowling ball. The technique detonates as it collides with its target, creating an explosion of water and poofing gases, and as the particles dissipate the other Gastly tumbles onto the floor, as unconscious as its partner. For a moment, almost an eternity, nothing is observed aside from the instincts and thoughts pounding through your vessels, and turning back you see the two siblings, having recovered, standing behind you with Lawrence looking kindly, worriedly, expectantly at his sister all the same time.

    "I... I'm not sure," stammers Carolina, placing a hand to her forehead as she visibly struggles to answer your query. "I was aware of what happened when I was outside the hotel; under the orders of... someone, I took the Pokémon of unsuspecting people... but every time I returned to the hotel, everything... everything remained a blank..."

    "Too true. This realm, after all, is the heart of my power," growls the enigmatic voice earlier, and this time you have a certain foreboding that this ominous entity has lost its patience with you. "I suppose I sorely underestimated you; thinking that the sight of your own beloved would render you incapable of action... but no matter. Within this nightmare of darkness you will fall, either becoming my mindless minions to serve my bidding, or perish in the process of doing so!"

    The sounds of swishing catch your attention up ahead, and through the void you see several more silhouettes emerge much like Carolina had in her possessed state. A ruin maniac, an ace trainer, a socialite, a parasol lady, a scientist, a ninja boy, an officer; all lining up with the same sunken expression in their eyes, alongside Pokémon that you reason must have been theirs until they fell under the enemy's spell -- Claydol, Electabuzz, Roserade, Masquerain, Dusclops, Weezing, Noctowl. Above the seven possessed pairs you spot a Haunter above each duo; their delighted faces cackling at you as their hands wave like those of puppetmasters.

    "These Haunter are not like the Gastly you've faced; they won't fall to a mere lightshow," sneers the voice, and you spy a pair of gleaming red eyes above a widely grinning mouth, floating above everything. "As you can see, you weren't the first to trespass my domain. These are but a fraction of those who thought they could hamper my plans; the mere few who lived long enough to become my unquestioning slaves... perhaps you'll be privileged enough to join their ranks!"

    A soulless roar of laughter, soon followed by the lurching of the seven captive trainers, and instantly the five of you jump from adrenalin and instinct.

    "Keh! I don't know what your damage is, but if you think I'm going to lose to the likes of you, you've got another thing coming!" Growling himself, Lawrence flings a PokéBall to the ground, but instead of the Raticate you know he has a Mightyena emerges from this one.

    "You're going to pay for what you did to me! To Lawrence, and to Stark too!" Bearing a look as determined as her brother's (you marvel for a moment at how closely they resemble each other, in this light), Carolina reveals a PokéBall of her own; this one sending out a prim Delcatty that lands on her tiptoes, greeting the opposition with a sleek hiss...
    Things just seemed to go from bad to worse. Not that Stark expected things to get an easier, but he was kind of hoping. Still, whoever or whatever was behind the madness had revealed its trump card. Seven more victims and their pokémon all stood between them and the truth of what was really going on. Stark stood beside Lawrence and Carolina with Luxray and Floatzel flanking either side of him. The siblings appeared driven and ready to act. That was good. They would need to give everything they had if they wanted to get out of this.

    Stark looked up at the pair of red eyes glaring down at them. Something about the sight unsettled him. As if whatever was behind them was trying to look through his very soul. Somehow, he knew they had to get to the puppetmaster behind the show. It was the only way anyone would ever be able to be safe again. What was it that drove this being to take the lives of others and use them like a child would a toy? Malevolence? Spite? Loneliness?

    One step at a time, he told himself as he brought his thoughts back to the obstacle in front of him. Chances were that each and everyone of the individuals before them were being controlled much the way that Carolina herself was being controlled. Maybe, just maybe if they could break that control they would gain allies along with the numbers advantage. Big if. It took Carolina time to recover before she was able to get back to her feet. Not only that, but the Haunters above the victims appeared more formidable than their ghastly counterparts were. Then again....

    "Carolina, Lawrence," Stark said taking the lead, "Unlike the ghastly, the haunters seem to be controlling their victims, not from the inside, but from the outside. It might be possible to break their control over their victims without even hurting the victims. Or at the very least loosen it enough to keep the victims from acting. Our main target needs to be taking out those haunters. however, we can't leave ourselves open to attack either."

    His hand clenched around a pokéball on his belt. No not yet. I can't afford to be slow on commands, he thought as his hand released its grip on the ball. "Alright, I'm leaving the Haunters up to you two. Somehow you've got to get them to release their hold on those people. I'll protect us from the other trainers. Once I make my move I want you to make yours."

    Despite the calm he may have been showing, Stark was nervous. Not only because they were outnumbered nearly four to one, but because deep down he knew this was only the warm-up before the big finale. Assuming they survived long enough to get to the finale. his hand rested on Luxray's back in a show of support and reassurance, more for himself than for the lioness, that they would be able to make it through.

    "Alright let's go!" he shouted, "Floatzel use a Water Pulse at those trainers and their pokémon. Aim for the center of the group. Luxray combine a Thunderbolt with Floatzel's attack. The water should make for a good conductor to increase both attacks power. Then Luxray throw up a Light Screen. Floatzel I want you to increase your Agility. We're going to need you faster than everyone else out here. Ready everyone? Let's go!"

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    Facing thrice more the overwhelming odds, you can find little comfort in your current scenario. It's quite certain that the mastermind behind everything is starting to show themselves, indicatory of the clash you're sure will come at some point, but how might it come to pass in a situation as dire as this? Drawing strength figuratively from Luxray, you issue a quick plan of tactics to the others, each responding in quick time with a small, solemn nod.

    "Alright, Mightyena," orders Lawrence, "Widespread Dark Pulse, now!"

    "Adela, use your Assist to help out!"

    Being faced with the overwhelming opposition does, apparently, little to curb the determination of the siblings and their Pokémon; as a storm of dark circles tear from Mightyena's mouth Carolina's Delcatty raises a dainty left paw, which glows with bright power and soon enough, releases a similar blast of negative energy. Forming yet another Water Pulse in his finned claws Floatzel glares at the approaching fourteen, before hurling the orb over as Luxray times her Thunderbolt to go at her point ground zero of her comrade's technique. In near unison the attacks fly at their targets; Floatzel's pulse exploding in a sparkling wave as Luxray's Thunderbolt reaches it, but a gigantic shimmering panel that suddenly materialises stops the elemental torrents cold, fizzling them into nothing.

    "Light Screen... From the Claydol, Electabuzz and Noctowl, no doubt," Lawrence grimaces. "The move shields partners in multiple battles, but this...!"

    "It's the Haunter! Their control must extend to boosting their targets' attacks!" exclaims Carolina, and briefly remembering how she flung you off earlier you realise this is likely the case.

    "Damn... what do we do now? If we try close combat tactics, we'll risk being overwhelmed, and if we don't try close combat tactics, the barrier will render everything else we do ineffective, and we'll still be overwhelmed!" Cursing, Lawrence wrings his hands in thorough frustration, and just as you're about to silently agree with him a pinging sound breaks the dangerous monotony. "What now?!"

    "Hm? What's this?" ponders the mastermind's voice, and you note that whatever the noise was it apparently isn't anything to directly do with the enemy. Behind you, as the seven of you look at the mysterious elevator door, you reason that somehow, the lift has brought someone else onto the playing field. In fact, you can almost hear the sounds of chattering and bustling behind the closed doors...

    "Alright! We did it!" "Big Brother Lawrence! And Big Sister Carolina!" "Big Sister! Big Sister!"

    "What in the..." The remaining colour appears to drain from Lawrence's face as the gaggle of orphaned children and Pokémon swarm at you, surrounding everyone but mostly the older two. "Children?" the voice seems to smirk, much to the consternation of the young man. "What are you all doing here?!"

    "We got worried, Big Brother," answers one of the kids simply; a sly-looking Meowth standing next to him, sporting a knowing look and outstretched nail. "So we followed you. Zeezee and Fanny got your smell, and we followed you here." At mention of their names, a Zigzagoon and Phanpy raise their heads in pride. "And now we're going to help!"

    "Help?! But..."

    "We need to fight, don't we?" quips one of the girls, with a Mime Jr. balancing neatly on her head, "If we don't, we can't go home, right? And Big Brothers and Big Sister Carolina can't go home either! We all came to help!"

    "This... this... You can't be here! All of you!" Torn between varying emotions, Carolina stammers at her young charges. "This doesn't concern any of you!"

    "It doesn't?" speaks another child quietly; this time the boy with his Chatot. As a wave of sad disappointment washes over the others, he continues, "We waited six months, Big Sister Carolina. We figured you had to be in trouble somewhere, but Big Brother Lawrence told us you were fine; you'd come back soon. Tonight we were left alone like so many times before, and we all decided that we're done waiting. We won't sit back any longer waiting for you to return, feeling sad day after day when you didn't. This is our fight!"

    "But...!"

    "You told us, Big Brother. We need to look out for each other or we can't survive," states the Chatot boy, almost mirroring the surly glance you've come to expect from Lawrence. "We can fight, Big Brother. You've taught us everything we know even though we weren't old enough. We're going to show you that we're not just weak kids that can be bossed around by anyone!"

    "That, and we can't leave from this side. The door won't open," points out a plump kid; his Munchlax pounding the panel. "Looks like it's the Mean Look; we can join the fight but we can't leave until we win. So we gotta fight!"

    "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!..."

    Amidst the excited, ready chanting of the youngsters, you look at the older boy with whom they've all deeply respected, and you can tell he's visibly touched by the maturity that these kids are showing, yet worried of what might happen if he let them continue. He glances at Carolina; tears glinting in her own eyes, but her lips turned in a small conceding smile. Ahead, the Light Screen lies but a few metres away, edging ever closer as the Atlasian finally raises a hand for silence.

    "...Alright. We'll fight. Together."

    "Ho ho ho ho ho. That was almost touching," sneers the floating eyes and mouth, whom you've all momentarily forgotten, "But soon you will find that bonding will do little to serve your cause! You will learn disappointment and misery when your pitiful resistance falls!"

    "Elton! Santos! Bobby!" shouts Lawrence, ignoring the ranting entity above. "Destroy the Light Screen!"

    "Brick Break!" At the united declaration, the Munchlax runs ahead, flanked by a Machop and Croagunk; all three of them raising their forelimbs and bringing them into a swing. With the sound of breaking glass spreading through the void, the barrier smashes into uncountable smithereens, and a flicker of startle passes by the fourteen faces of those possessed.

    "ATTACK!!"

    "Chaaaaarge!" With the enemy's roar against Lawrence's cry, both the Haunter and children, the latter led by the brother and sister team with you in the middle, send themselves into battle in a symphony of snarls, yelps and screeches from your team of twenty-odd Pokémon.

    "Break! I want no less than three pairs to a group!" Lawrence hollers, almost like an army commander as the kids quickly separate. "Watch each other's backs! Go for the Haunter; don't hurt the others unless you absolutely have to!"

    With chaos ringing in your ears, the ensuing moments are difficult to describe; you find your focus divided everywhere as everyone is fighting. Leading two different groups, Mightyena and Lawrence slam themselves against the Claydol while Carolina and Adela take on the Noctowl. Above your head the sounds of Chatot's mindless Chatter disrupts the Haunter controlling the woman holding her umbrella, her Masquerain buzzing in alarm as a Ledyba and Teddiursa hang on tight to bring it down; a Geodude, Electrike and Bellsprout hounding the Electabuzz as their paired children tear at the ace trainer like little gremlins; the Chingling girl leading her friends as their Psychic Pokémon bring Weezing and the ninja boy to their knees; Dusclops and the scientist plagued by Munchlax as it Flings a storm of Berries all over them, backed up Phanpy and Zigzagoon as they continue to Pickup more of the fruit out of nowhere; the Haunter controlling the socialite and Roserade afflicted by an Astonishing Aipom as the puppet Bouquet Pokémon matches Poison Stings against a Nidoran and Sandshrew...

    "Raaaaargh!" Evidently displeased at how everyone seems to be holding up, a point you note with almost amusement, the pair of eyes and mouth dive towards you, revealing more of its form as it does so. A darker shadow seems to fizzle from the centre of the facial features, spreading into a body that is nearly mostly face, but soon forming arms, legs, and a back lined with tiny spikes. Barely moving aside to dodge a blazing knuckle, you find the creature behind it all fully formed: a glaring Gengar with anger and hatred boiling in its deep red irises.

    "That's it! It's the brains behind everything!" shouts Lawrence, neatly dodging a psychic blast as he turns. "It's up to you, Stark! You have to defeat that Gengar!"

    What will you do now?


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

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    "A Fissure... that covers Erik and Maya, alright, but what about the rest of us?" reasons Tina. "We don't need the temple crashing all around us; that puts us in no better state either!"

    "Steady on, you two! That thing's coming for us!" shouts Peter, and indeed as it lumbers towards you the water surrounding Tyranitar's tail grows into a veritable whirlpool, ready to tear at the three of you while adding to the pooling liquid around your feet. "Giga Drain, Erik!"

    Hopping valiantly on his little red feet, Erik bounds back straight into the fray; his body teeming with swirling eco-energy that waves and twists much like his own vines. Suddenly as they extend themselves all over the corridor, you watch as the siphoning technique starts sapping away at the rising water, trying to counteract Tyranitar's hydrokinesis. Boosted by Erik's natural advantage, the attack seems to lower the sand streamer's charge considerably, soon reducing the spinning tide to little more than a trickle. "Go for it, you two!"

    "RHYYY!" With the majority of his elemental bane out of the way, little else can stop Rhyperbeam as he throws himself into close combat once more, this time giving a demonstration of his Superpower as he slams into Tyranitar's gut full-bodiedly, crushing the armoured beast to the floor. A steady rumble, not unlike the wave of Earth Power earlier, rocks the floor from the impact of Rhyperbeam's attack, and once again Maya darts in before the enemy is given time to react; this time sending waves of Bug Buzz from her clear wings, agonising the beast further.

    "Looks like Maya's Speed Boost kicked in quite nicely," Tina remarks with a smile as Tyranitar slowly attempts to recover; distinct sluggishness now plaguing its movements. "Now, Maya! Silver Wind!"

    "Erik, use Power Whip!"

    Spurred by their respective trainers, both the scientists' Pokémon make their moves; the team of Maya sending sparkling zephyrs tearing at the chinks in Tyranitar's armour, while Erik binds some of his botanic appendages together, swiping them across Tyranitar's legs with such unexpected strength a resounding crack is heard through the passage. Moving aside, Erik and Maya leave the way clear for Rhyperbeam to rush in with his Horn Drill spinning away, meeting Tyranitar against its blue diamond and grinding against the critical area. Cracks begin to run across the epidermis as their structure weakens, causing Tyranitar to bellow in its pain, stumbling backwards before hunching over, heaving as everyone stares at it. Did it still have some fight left in it somewhere?

    WHOOSH.

    Mere inches away from your head a somehow familiar torrent of water passes by you, going past the three Pokémon before drenching Tyranitar thoroughly in its deluge, drowning away any screams it might have had from the super-effective treatment. Eventually the blast of water subsides -- more accurately, it withdraws like a hand, leaving Tyranitar comatose on the ground with no strength to continue fighting.

    "Are you alright?" The concerned voice of Farity meets your ears, prompting you to turn around, briefly spotting the pulsing aquatic limb shrink back to its original shape of the goddess' left arm. Behind her, a couple of faces pop up: Rex and Mynah, both their complexions muddied and bruised from clear signs of battle.

    "Looks like we're all chipper," nods Rex. "Getting you separated was only a part of a convoluted trap; as soon as we tried having Claudia break the summoned wall a cave's worth of Golbat set themselves on us. If it wasn't for Farity I think we'd be springing leaks all over the place now... Goodness, is that Lorraine?!"

    "It is, Rex. And she's far from okay," breathes Tina, panting herself from significant exertion. "I don't know what we can do for her; we can't possibly leave her behind, but I don't know if we can cover for her if we go on..."

    "If anything, we've got to be more careful. That probably wasn't the last trick this temple packs," mutters Peter. "We'll have to keep this in mind when we move on..."

    "That won't be necessary."

    The same voice you heard little more than twenty-four hours ago chills your spine as your memory registers a click, but before you realise what's going on you feel a rippling sensation overtake your body. A blink of your eyes, and you find yourself in a much larger antechamber, lit by torches of angry, orange flames, surrounded by Farity and the other scientists.

    "Farity. I suppose I should have known involvement by your hand was inevitable," continues the voice you're certain must be that of Caiman the Third, and almost in unison everyone looks ahead at a far end of the room. A ceremonial throne several metres high, constructed out of precious metal that has long since lost its brilliant lustre, bears the body of the individual you've all been looking for, albeit bound in bandages and bearing the distinct colour of decomposition. "I know, I know. I don't find it particularly pleasant myself, but you fools had to show up early before my body could reform its former glory. It looks like I sorely underestimated your abilities; you were certainly quite resourceful in recruiting Farity in your pitiful ranks."

    "Still the same as ever, Caiman?" remarks Farity, distaste and aversion clear in her tone. "I see death and decay haven't changed you, even after all this time..."

    "Oh, it's changed me, alright. It's renewed my drive to seek out my true destiny no matter what it takes. And good things do come to those who wait," retorts the mummy of Caiman, spitting the words out with verbal venom. "I couldn't have asked for better, unsuspecting pawns to use in my ambitions. Perhaps you insects do deserve some credit for that."

    "Unsuspe... Glenn!" Reminded of her other unaccounted colleague, Tina waves her fist in anger at the enemy. "Where's Glenn?! What have you done to him?!"

    "Who? Ah, of course. The other insignificant who kindly lent me his body so I could make my way here. Although 'kindly' might be a bit of a misnomer; he did try to put up a bit of a fight in his mind. Much more than can be said about that foolish woman who tried to singlehandedly stop me," Caiman sneers. "He needn't have bothered; I wasn't planning on staying in there for the long term."

    "Where is he?!" demands Tina, and you can tell that it's all she can do to prevent herself from running ahead as she did earlier.

    "No need to get excited, child. The possession wasn't prolonged enough to kill," snarls the mummy, "But considering what I've in store he'll soon wish he was dead. And you're all welcome to join him!"

    A click of Caiman's bony fingers, resounding like a whip cracking in the chamber, and you are instantly filled with the sensation of ominous beings approaching. From behind the shadowed corners not quite lit by the torches you spot pairs of violent purple eyes, revealing their owners as they step out one by one; one of each fully evolved fossil Pokémon known to the PokéDex, flanking a dangerously familiar Kabutops...

    "Again, Caiman, you prove yourself completely unwilling to understand truth. Your disrespect for the departed and living alike will serve as your undoing..."

    "Silence, fool! You think empty words will stop me? It was I who discovered the methods of malice to counteract your own miserable powers. You can't even touch any of my minions without risking your very existence, Farity, and as for the rest of you, there is no hope in trying," hisses Caiman. "I've seen what you can and can't do. In this tired state you can't hope to defeat me!"

    "...True. I don't deny that I can't counter the deep hatred you've placed in these unfortunate beings. And it's true that the teams are considerably unmatched," remarks Farity. "However, just as you claim to unlock the strength in the dead by your cursed power... there is much potential to be found in the living."

    "What nonsense is this?!"

    "The bonds give providence to greater heights; true destiny shall be unlocked by the presence of ancient keys..." Speaking in more of a chant, Farity closes her eyes, starting to release more of her familiar radiance, and it takes the alerted shouting of the others for you realise that something has taken over the Pokémon: Maya, Erik, Mischief, Leona, all gaining the same brilliance bestowed by Farity's shroud of light. A surprised growl from Rhyperbeam turns your attention to him, who likewise has started glowing as well...

    "The power to protect... such was, and is, his destiny. The time has come for your partner to take up the mantle for which he was destined." Echoing through your head in a voice you are certain is meant only for you, Farity speaks to you softly, "The decision rests on you, Matthew... Do you choose for your partner to take up this power?"

    What will you choose to do?

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    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

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    With more ground than before to cover, you suggest a measure to temporarily split up such that the search efforts can be spread out. The suggestion of leaving her alone to scan the ground level somewhat perturbs Missy, but as Wilfrid extends a friendly arm and offers a few puffy wheezes of encouragement, the Ghost lady's apprehension quickly fades.

    "Sounds like a plan, Stacey. Wilfrid and I will have the basement level covered then. Don't hesitate to call out if there's any trouble."

    As Knoll and Wilfrid head for the downward stairway and Missy floats towards the courtyard, you're left with Eve and Anna to scale the stairs to the top; Eve gingerly tottering behind you while Anna follows in a grumbling slink. The second storey of the building reveals itself to be little different from the first, although mystic murals and glyphs decorating the walls and ceiling suggest that centuries ago, this most certainly seemed like a place of education. Walking towards the main corridor, you briefly spot Missy moving about the abandoned field, before turning your attention to the rooms lining the passage. Ancient stone blocks lined up in neat grids, presumably as tables and chairs, fill the first room, while the next room contains a circular drawing on a marbled floor not unlike an intricate compass rose.

    "Jolt! Jolt!" Alerted by the sounds of Anna barking, you rush over to the Jolteon who apparently took it in herself to advance forward, and rounding a few more other doors you spot your Jolteon prowling outside a doorway that looks particularly wider than the ones you've passed by. Peering past the entrance you find a considerably larger chamber with two walls lined with tall, stone shelves; the furniture itself packed with what look like tablets -- or, to be accurate, half-packed with what look like tablets. The floor looks to be littered with broken shards of rock, and at the furthest end you spot a group of small figures huddled together. A bit of colour seems to drain from your face: if the tablet you're looking for is amongst all this mess, has it already been shattered? Gently you lead the way into the room with Anna and Eve closely following, and as you near the small congregation you find four Pokémon seemingly crouched about something.

    "Cubo?" Unfortunately, metres away from the group, your presence becomes noticed by the little biped with a skull helmet, and as its friends look up at you it begins crying alarmedly. Running past you with what looks like a tablet piece in its hand, the Cubone is joined by a frightened Skorupi, itself clutching a bit of stone as it scuttles past. A Natu gives off startled chirps as it Teleports away with a shard in its talons, and just as quickly a Shuppet hovers off with its own piece of rock, phasing into the adjacent wall.

    Trembling after the sudden frenzy of activity, you reach a hand over to the spot where the Pokémon stood; a circle of emptiness where the youngsters must have occupied, leaving a solitary bar of tablet behind. You feel your heart sink as you recognise the ancient typography, bearing but the line:

    "One possessing terrible power, with but a thin line separating it from self-destruction."

    What will you do now?
    Missy tried to hide her looks of concerns at being left alone to explore the ground floor but with the confidence she saw in her trainers eyes and an encouraging word from Wilfred eased her worries. Knoll didn't seem at all fazed by the suggestion and happily made his way down to the basement with Wilfred waving his brief farewell. Stacey heard the young writers final words:

    "Don't hesitate to call out if there's any trouble", and she prayed that she wouldn't need to. Smiling at Missy who had begun to float over to the courtyard Stacey began to scale the stairs Eve gingerly tottering up the stairs behind her Anna in full on moping mode dragging herself begrudgingly behind her wishing she had been allowed to stay in bed.

    As she entered the second floor the foyer opened up revealing it to be very different from the courtyard below. The walls were covered in old dusty murals that billowed in the breeze and mysterious glyphs that decorated the ceilings, it was encouraging, this looked like it would be a good start to her search. Walking down the adjoining corridor casting a final look to to Missy who was scouring the courtyard looking elegant as always even when in deep concentration and then she was out of sight. Turning her attention back to the the corridor she noticed that it was lined with neat rows of rooms in equal sizes, presumably built that way for symmetry and efficiency. Peering into the first box of a room she saw table and chairs sat as neatly as the room itself but nothing else of interest. The second one appeared to have a circular design on the floor with 4 points intersecting it like an intricate compass.

    Before she could venture further inside she heard barking come from up ahead, the familiar sound of her Jolteon. Looking down the corridor she saw a flash of yellow and sighed but ran off after the sound Eve struggling to keep up as she wondered what her wayward pup had found, probably nothing related to their search. Catching up to Anna she saw her prowling outside of a large doorway and peered inside, this room was much larger than the others and the walls were lined with stone shelves. This looked very promising as stroking a hand down her Jolteon's neck congratulating her on the find Anna whipped her hear round not wanting the praise though silently pleased with herself. Stacey walked inside and found that stone tablets just like the ones she was after sa atop the shelves ... well there weren't so many left on the shelves, a lot look like they had met a quick end and lay in rubble on the floor. At the far end of the room the newcomers saw a small grup huddled together. As she passed several of these tablets Stacey began to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, what if what she was searching for was amongst the destruction, had they arrived here too late?

    Approaching the group in the distance whom she could make out as Pokemon Eve and Anna kept close by Anna completely silent so as to not alert them, stalking like a predator. There were four of them altogether gathered around something almost protectively and unfortunately their presence didn't go un-noticed for long. The small Cubone of the group turned over it shoulder its little eyes going wide as it cried out in alarm, Stacey wincing at the sound. Its friends all look up with equally concerned faces and it didn't take them long to scatter. The little ground type began to run off behind the group holding onto a stone tablet and equally frightened Skorupi following it. Before she could beg them to stay the Natu had teleported away and Shuppet fazed through the wall both of them holding their own tablets.

    Stacey blinked in shock for a moment before looking down to see a piece of stone tablet left behind her eyes widenin as she recongising the carvings. It was what she was looking for, the other must have taken the rest of the tablet. Picking up the remaining piece she read the words over:

    "One possessing terrible power, with but a thin line separating it from self-destruction."

    On its own it made now sense even if the single sentence was a little un-nerving, they needed the other parts. The Pokemon were afraid for a reason but she could not figure this out without the pieces of the puzzle they held. Quickly turning to Anna with determined resolved she uttered the words.

    "Go after them Anna, don't let them leave your sight and alert Missy incase they head downstairs, we need those pieces of tablet .... GO" Anna, the thought of a chase immediately sprang into action and darted out of the room with great speed that her species possessed. Plucking a Moon Ball from her belt Stacey released its occupant, a quirky Banette that stretched his arms out with great exaggeration, it had been a while since he was let out for an advenure.

    "No time for a catch up I'm afraid, a Shuppet fazed out of this room holding a piece of tablet that we need. It went through that wall," she indicated pointing. It couldn't have gotten far, see if you can find it." Lucius grinned wickedly at the thought of a hunt, and rubbed his hands together before diving through the wall chanting "Here little Shuppet, you cannot hide from me, I'm gonna find ya". The thought that she was rasing some ruthless Pokemon entered her mind briefly before she decided to scour the rest of the room for anything else that might be of use.

    "Come on Eve, lets see if we can find anything else here."


    ~Stace and Imp. A Perfect Pair~
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    The Isle of Talas

    The Western Pyramid

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    The rivalry between the two aggressive crustaceans is distinct, and you find that while you would usually approach such issues diplomatically, the plan seems not worth risk of getting in the crossfire from interfering. As you call orders to Beaker, it takes the female Corphish little more than a nod before she flexes her pincers together, while her carapace begins to stiffen from her Harden attack. A disdainful smirk gleams across Crawdaunt's mouth as it surmises its opponent; little more than a morsel in comparison. The arrogance of the Rogue Pokémon does not go unnoticed, however, as Beaker glares back up at her evolved opponent, and with a kick of her legs she springs into action.

    Briefly surprised by the feisty Corphish, Crawdaunt takes Rock Smash to its lower mandible as Beaker swings her left claw against the beige and blue plates, actually succeeding in pushing Crawdaunt back a couple of metres away from where she lands. Smirking at the success of her move, Beaker lunges forward for her next attack, but to your alarm and Piplup's Crawdaunt swings its pincer into action, catching Beaker by her side in a Vicegrip. Wildly Beaker starts to flail, but with the interception of her move the aura of her Focus Punch fades into nothing, and little else prepares any of you except for a brutal cry from Crawdaunt, before it brings Beaker down in a crushing slam. The sound of shell against stone echoes through the chamber with a shriek from Beaker, and across the solitary passage the Shell Bell held by your Water-type skids, having being Knocked Off by the partial Dark Pokémon. Sneeringly Crawdaunt releases its grip, dropping Beaker from its pincer with several cracks already running across her shell; Piplup quivering at the sight. It's quite clear at this point that enthusiasm aside, Beaker is a league at least away from coming close to being a match for Crawdaunt...
    Wes jerked back slightly with a rowdy scrap now in their mitts, the two hopping back and forth with a flurry of kicks and punches at a pace the young trainer could barely keep up with. With each “RRPish!!” and “Cradonn!!” Wes could only flinch as one socked the other squarely in the brow. The big, orange lobster seemed to have the upper hand, its solid armour hardly phased by Corphish’s physical assaults showing he was a force to be reckoned with. As the two scuttled back and forth in combat, Wes bit his lip when the star-headed beast seized his crawdad in a Vice Grip. Wrestling and whimpering to no avail, Beaker was trapped! With a glint caught of the mystical oyster strapped to her appendage, the burly foe was quick to disarm – the Shell Bell skidding across the damp pathway taking with it any health-buffering effects. Wes panicked, quick to rustle through the balls he had at hand until the larger of the crabs plonked her back in place. The red lobster was bruised and beaten, panting weakly and scuttling far from the enemies clutches. Perhaps it was time for the big guns... No. It was too soon to call, Wes just had to utilize some of Beaker’s strengths, and she was far more nippy and agile than the portly crab. Whilst she lacked in weight, Wes hurriedly drew up a stay-safe plan to with any luck avoid the hammer-like blows. He bit his lip nervously, eyeing down at the downy penguin which was just as nerve-racked.

    “I can’t be sure how much you can take Bea, so guard against any tough blows with Protect, then have a go at wearing the crustacean down with your Spite technique. You’re much quicker so keep your distance and hock up a long-range Sludge Bomb to chip away some of his health!”

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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

    Treepandaone
    "A Fissure... that covers Erik and Maya, alright, but what about the rest of us?" reasons Tina. "We don't need the temple crashing all around us; that puts us in no better state either!"

    "Steady on, you two! That thing's coming for us!" shouts Peter, and indeed as it lumbers towards you the water surrounding Tyranitar's tail grows into a veritable whirlpool, ready to tear at the three of you while adding to the pooling liquid around your feet. "Giga Drain, Erik!"

    Hopping valiantly on his little red feet, Erik bounds back straight into the fray; his body teeming with swirling eco-energy that waves and twists much like his own vines. Suddenly as they extend themselves all over the corridor, you watch as the siphoning technique starts sapping away at the rising water, trying to counteract Tyranitar's hydrokinesis. Boosted by Erik's natural advantage, the attack seems to lower the sand streamer's charge considerably, soon reducing the spinning tide to little more than a trickle. "Go for it, you two!"

    "RHYYY!" With the majority of his elemental bane out of the way, little else can stop Rhyperbeam as he throws himself into close combat once more, this time giving a demonstration of his Superpower as he slams into Tyranitar's gut full-bodiedly, crushing the armoured beast to the floor. A steady rumble, not unlike the wave of Earth Power earlier, rocks the floor from the impact of Rhyperbeam's attack, and once again Maya darts in before the enemy is given time to react; this time sending waves of Bug Buzz from her clear wings, agonising the beast further.

    "Looks like Maya's Speed Boost kicked in quite nicely," Tina remarks with a smile as Tyranitar slowly attempts to recover; distinct sluggishness now plaguing its movements. "Now, Maya! Silver Wind!"

    "Erik, use Power Whip!"

    Spurred by their respective trainers, both the scientists' Pokémon make their moves; the team of Maya sending sparkling zephyrs tearing at the chinks in Tyranitar's armour, while Erik binds some of his botanic appendages together, swiping them across Tyranitar's legs with such unexpected strength a resounding crack is heard through the passage. Moving aside, Erik and Maya leave the way clear for Rhyperbeam to rush in with his Horn Drill spinning away, meeting Tyranitar against its blue diamond and grinding against the critical area. Cracks begin to run across the epidermis as their structure weakens, causing Tyranitar to bellow in its pain, stumbling backwards before hunching over, heaving as everyone stares at it. Did it still have some fight left in it somewhere?

    WHOOSH.

    Mere inches away from your head a somehow familiar torrent of water passes by you, going past the three Pokémon before drenching Tyranitar thoroughly in its deluge, drowning away any screams it might have had from the super-effective treatment. Eventually the blast of water subsides -- more accurately, it withdraws like a hand, leaving Tyranitar comatose on the ground with no strength to continue fighting.

    "Are you alright?" The concerned voice of Farity meets your ears, prompting you to turn around, briefly spotting the pulsing aquatic limb shrink back to its original shape of the goddess' left arm. Behind her, a couple of faces pop up: Rex and Mynah, both their complexions muddied and bruised from clear signs of battle.

    "Looks like we're all chipper," nods Rex. "Getting you separated was only a part of a convoluted trap; as soon as we tried having Claudia break the summoned wall a cave's worth of Golbat set themselves on us. If it wasn't for Farity I think we'd be springing leaks all over the place now... Goodness, is that Lorraine?!"

    "It is, Rex. And she's far from okay," breathes Tina, panting herself from significant exertion. "I don't know what we can do for her; we can't possibly leave her behind, but I don't know if we can cover for her if we go on..."

    "If anything, we've got to be more careful. That probably wasn't the last trick this temple packs," mutters Peter. "We'll have to keep this in mind when we move on..."

    "That won't be necessary."

    The same voice you heard little more than twenty-four hours ago chills your spine as your memory registers a click, but before you realise what's going on you feel a rippling sensation overtake your body. A blink of your eyes, and you find yourself in a much larger antechamber, lit by torches of angry, orange flames, surrounded by Farity and the other scientists.

    "Farity. I suppose I should have known involvement by your hand was inevitable," continues the voice you're certain must be that of Caiman the Third, and almost in unison everyone looks ahead at a far end of the room. A ceremonial throne several metres high, constructed out of precious metal that has long since lost its brilliant lustre, bears the body of the individual you've all been looking for, albeit bound in bandages and bearing the distinct colour of decomposition. "I know, I know. I don't find it particularly pleasant myself, but you fools had to show up early before my body could reform its former glory. It looks like I sorely underestimated your abilities; you were certainly quite resourceful in recruiting Farity in your pitiful ranks."

    "Still the same as ever, Caiman?" remarks Farity, distaste and aversion clear in her tone. "I see death and decay haven't changed you, even after all this time..."

    "Oh, it's changed me, alright. It's renewed my drive to seek out my true destiny no matter what it takes. And good things do come to those who wait," retorts the mummy of Caiman, spitting the words out with verbal venom. "I couldn't have asked for better, unsuspecting pawns to use in my ambitions. Perhaps you insects do deserve some credit for that."

    "Unsuspe... Glenn!" Reminded of her other unaccounted colleague, Tina waves her fist in anger at the enemy. "Where's Glenn?! What have you done to him?!"

    "Who? Ah, of course. The other insignificant who kindly lent me his body so I could make my way here. Although 'kindly' might be a bit of a misnomer; he did try to put up a bit of a fight in his mind. Much more than can be said about that foolish woman who tried to singlehandedly stop me," Caiman sneers. "He needn't have bothered; I wasn't planning on staying in there for the long term."

    "Where is he?!" demands Tina, and you can tell that it's all she can do to prevent herself from running ahead as she did earlier.

    "No need to get excited, child. The possession wasn't prolonged enough to kill," snarls the mummy, "But considering what I've in store he'll soon wish he was dead. And you're all welcome to join him!"

    A click of Caiman's bony fingers, resounding like a whip cracking in the chamber, and you are instantly filled with the sensation of ominous beings approaching. From behind the shadowed corners not quite lit by the torches you spot pairs of violent purple eyes, revealing their owners as they step out one by one; one of each fully evolved fossil Pokémon known to the PokéDex, flanking a dangerously familiar Kabutops...

    "Again, Caiman, you prove yourself completely unwilling to understand truth. Your disrespect for the departed and living alike will serve as your undoing..."

    "Silence, fool! You think empty words will stop me? It was I who discovered the methods of malice to counteract your own miserable powers. You can't even touch any of my minions without risking your very existence, Farity, and as for the rest of you, there is no hope in trying," hisses Caiman. "I've seen what you can and can't do. In this tired state you can't hope to defeat me!"

    "...True. I don't deny that I can't counter the deep hatred you've placed in these unfortunate beings. And it's true that the teams are considerably unmatched," remarks Farity. "However, just as you claim to unlock the strength in the dead by your cursed power... there is much potential to be found in the living."

    "What nonsense is this?!"

    "The bonds give providence to greater heights; true destiny shall be unlocked by the presence of ancient keys..." Speaking in more of a chant, Farity closes her eyes, starting to release more of her familiar radiance, and it takes the alerted shouting of the others for you realise that something has taken over the Pokémon: Maya, Erik, Mischief, Leona, all gaining the same brilliance bestowed by Farity's shroud of light. A surprised growl from Rhyperbeam turns your attention to him, who likewise has started glowing as well...

    "The power to protect... such was, and is, his destiny. The time has come for your partner to take up the mantle for which he was destined." Echoing through your head in a voice you are certain is meant only for you, Farity speaks to you softly, "The decision rests on you, Matthew... Do you choose for your partner to take up this power?"

    What will you choose to do?
    "A Fissure... that covers Erik and Maya, alright, but what about the rest of us? We don't need the temple crashing all around us; that puts us in no better state either!" Reason Tina as Matthew reside an eyebrow, stammering for an answer.

    “Guess I don’t usually plan for my safety, I just go with the flow” Matthew said with a simple shrug of his shoulders, usually relying on his natural luck to pull him through.

    "Steady on, you two! That thing's coming for us!" Peter shouted from behind Matthew as he turned to face the monster, only to find the veritable whirlpool around its tail. Staring down the lumbering giant, Matthew turned his gaze onto Rhyperbeam, his best friend and protector against the ravenous creature’s onslaughts of terror. "Giga Drain, Erik!"

    With the little grass-type hopping valiantly to its red feet, Matthew watched Erik bound straight back into battle, admiring its courage and determination despite the heavy size disadvantage. With its body teeming with grass energy, Erik pulsated with eco-energy, the waves twisting much like its vines, as the boosted technique counter-acted the force of balance as the rising water became less and less, as did the sand streamer’s charge. Looking at the power of the grass-type, Matthew was astonished as the spinning tide dissolved into less than a trickle. "Go for it, you two!"

    With an approving nod of the head, a loud “RHYYY!” rose through the coves, filling the prison with an ear splitting cry of aggression. With a spark in his eye, Matthew ordered the command as Rhyperbeam threw himself full-bodily at the Tyranitar, and with the majority of its elemental bane ceased, valiantly hurtling towards the dinosaur, showing its super powers in close combat. As the attack hit, Matthew struggled to keep his balance as the tomb shook with violence as the Tyranitar hit the floor, creating a steady crescendo rumble. Giving congratulatory thumbs up, Matthew saw Maya continue the relentless assault, darting in with flying like precession as it sent out waves of Bug Buzz from its wings, the sound agonizing the beast.

    "Looks like Maya's Speed Boost kicked in quite nicely," Tina remarked as Matthew saw a slight smile creeping across her face. Agreeing, he quickly looked back to the Tyranitar as it struggled to get back up, sluggish in its movements. Around him, the scientists order their commands "Now, Maya! Silver Wind!" "Erik, use Power Whip!"

    Spurred on by their respective trainers, Matthew watched as the Pokémon made their moves, the double teamed Maya sending sparkles of zephyrs at the Dinosaur as the chinks began to fly off in all directions, as if being molded by a rock-sculptist. Marveling at the sparkling attack, Maya’s attack was soon to be followed by Erik’s power whip, the tentacles unfurling from around its body and swiping across the Tyranitar’s legs with unexpected strength. Hearing a resounding crack fill his ears, Matthew’s concentration clicked back onto his Rhydon as the two Pokémon moved aside to let Rhyperbeam rush in, Horn Drill spinning as it got revenge on the ground type. With the Rock Pokemon driving it’s powerful fists into the blue diamond chest of the Tyranitar, Matthew was surprised to see the soft spot on the Dinosaur as it took more damage. Shielded his eyes against the cascading sparks and rocks from the two attacks colliding, Matthew felt it was only a matter of time. With the attack finished, Matthew stared intently at the Tyranitar, the Pokémon having some fight left in it somehow despite the bellows of pain from just moments ago as it stumbled backwards, back arched in a painful position.

    WHOOSH.

    Matthew felt the resounding force of the air splitting as a torrent of water passed by his right ear, the extremities of accuracy far more impressive when considering it was controlling water, a far heavier being off mass if coupled together with enough pressure. Soon realizing the familiar gush of water from a certain Goddess, Matthew was quick to follow the water’s edge as it hit the Tyranitar, finishing it off and muffling the screams of the painful attack on the already weakened Tyranitar. Within seconds, Matthew found the blasts of water subsided as the hydro-hand withdrew to leave a crumpled Tyranitar lying in its wake, comatose on the ground with no strength to continue fighting.

    "Are you alright?" Matthew heard a concerned voice over his shoulder as he turned around to face Farity, briefly spotting her aquatic limb pulsing as it shopped back into the shape of its original forme, the Goddess’ left arm. Nodding, Matthew noticed the faces of Rex and Mynah, although somewhat muddied and bruised from clear signs of battling.

    “Hurt my back a little, but all the same, pretty tip top” he joked as his casual side took over. "Looks like we're all chipper," nodded Rex "Getting you separated was only a part of a convoluted trap; as soon as we tried having Claudia break the summoned wall a cave's worth of Golbat set themselves on us. If it wasn't for Farity I think we'd be springing leaks all over the place now... Goodness, is that Lorraine?!"

    Matthew nodded as he looked over his shoulder to the injured Lorraine as she curled in a ball of terror. "It is, Rex. And she's far from okay," Tina breathed, looking exhausted from the significant exertion, yet remaining to be calm. "I don't know what we can do for her; we can't possibly leave her behind, but I don't know if we can cover for her if we go on..."

    "If anything, we've got to be more careful. That probably wasn't the last trick this temple packs," mutters Peter as Matthew concentrated on Lorraine and Tina. "We'll have to keep this in mind when we move on..."

    "That won't be necessary."

    Matthew felt a twinge go up his spine as he spun round to find the origin of the noise, a sharp pain running up his injured back as he recognized the same twisted voice, coining it over in his head and it being partially his fault. Having a lot to revenge the Pharaoh, Matthew intently clenched his fists before feeling a rippling sensation overtake his body. With a blink of his eyes, Matthew found himself in a much larger antechamber, remembering back to his adventure in the Ancient Tomb, being teleported to the Sun God’s temple by one of its followers, the Solrock. Shuddering as he remembered the violent bloodthirsty ways of the King, Matthew was determined to cleanse the world of the tyranny that lay around, starting with the Pharoah. With his face lit by the dancing of angry orange flames flickering in the wind, Matthew squinted with menace as anger drew from inside, replacing his latter expressions of joy and joking.

    "Farity. I suppose I should have known involvement by your hand was inevitable," The voice continued as Matthew grunted, certain the voice was of that Caiman the Third. With unison of the scientists surrounding him, Matthew’s gaze followed as he found himself staring at a ceremonial throne, noticing the construction of precious metals several meters above the ground. With the metals having lost its brilliant lustre from yesteryear, Matthew looked at the body bearing upon the tomb, a body covered in bandages bearing the distinct colour of decomposition. "I know, I know. I don't find it particularly pleasant myself, but you fools had to show up early before my body could reform its former glory. It looks like I sorely underestimated your abilities; you were certainly quite resourceful in recruiting Farity in your pitiful ranks."

    "Still the same as ever, Caiman?" Farity remarked as Matthew noted the distinct distaste and aversion in her tone. "I see death and decay haven't changed you, even after all this time..."

    "Oh, it's changed me, alright. It's renewed my drive to seek out my true destiny no matter what it takes. And good things do come to those who wait," Caiman snarled in response as he spat the words out with a verbal venom. "I couldn't have asked for better, unsuspecting pawns to use in my ambitions. Perhaps you insects do deserve some credit for that."

    "Unsuspe... Glenn!" Tina waved her fist in anger as she was reminded of her unaccounted colleague as Matthew stared with hate at the mummy. "Where's Glenn?! What have you done to him?!"

    "Who? Ah, of course. The other insignificant who kindly lent me his body so I could make my way here. Although 'kindly' might be a bit of a misnomer; he did try to put up a bit of a fight in his mind. Much more than can be said about that foolish woman who tried to singlehandedly stop me," Caiman sneered as Matthew found positive points in his words. "He needn't have bothered; I wasn't planning on staying in there for the long term."

    "Where is he?!" Tina demanded, as Matthew prepared to hold her back, seeing the physical content with stopping herself running ahead as she did earlier.

    "No need to get excited, child. The possession wasn't prolonged enough to kill," snarled the mummy, "But considering what I've in store he'll soon wish he was dead. And you're all welcome to join him!"

    As a snap resounded from the bony fingers of the Pharaoh, Matthew heart the sound of footsteps as the sensation of ominous beings overtook his being. Out of the corners of his eyes, Matthew found pairs of violent purple eyes enclosing in on his position, clambering around the familiar kabutops. While not lit by the torches, Matthew saw the owners of the Pokémon as they stepped out, each fully evolved fossil known in the Pokédex. Scanning each, Matthew saw the information on the Omastar, Cradily, Armaldo, Rampardos and Bastiodon, the new entrees buzzing into his seen column.

    "Again, Caiman, you prove yourself completely unwilling to understand truth. Your disrespect for the departed and living alike will serve as your undoing..."

    "Silence, fool! You think empty words will stop me? It was I who discovered the methods of malice to counteract your own miserable powers. You can't even touch any of my minions without risking your very existence, Farity, and as for the rest of you, there is no hope in trying," Caiman said as he interrupted Farity, his words shocking Matthew. As disbelief spread through his mind, Matthew wondered that if he couldn’t beat Farity and Farity can’t beat Caiman, that if he would even stand a chance. Shaking it from his head, Matthew looked to Rhyperbeam as his partner, assured that accompanied by him, Matthew could take on the world and succeed. "I've seen what you can and can't do. In this tired state you can't hope to defeat me!"

    "...True. I don't deny that I can't counter the deep hatred you've placed in these unfortunate beings. And it's true that the teams are considerably unmatched," remarks Farity. "However, just as you claim to unlock the strength in the dead by your cursed power... there is much potential to be found in the living."

    "What nonsense is this?!"

    "The bonds give providence to greater heights; true destiny shall be unlocked by the presence of ancient keys..." Matthew looked to Fairty as her words sounded more like a chant, closing her eyes releasing an aura of radiance as she did so. As Matthew looked around in awe, he found the alerted shouting of the others take his mind from the Goddess. Looking at the Pokémon in question, Matthew was surprised to find Maya, Erik, Mischief and Leona glowing in a brilliance bestowed by Farity’s shroud of light. Hearing a surprised growl from beside him, Matthew saw Rhyperbeam covered in the same glow.

    "The power to protect... such was, and is, his destiny. The time has come for your partner to take up the mantle for which he was destined." Matthew heard the voice of Farity echo in his head as he convinced himself that the message was made solely for him. As the voice spread softly, Matthew felt his emotions being uplifted as if covered in a warm blanket. "The decision rests on you, Matthew... Do you choose for your partner to take up this power?"

    “If anyone’s ready for this supposed power, it’s Rhyperbeam” Matthew said “And there’s no-one I’d trust more”

    Cracking his knuckles with one over-expenditured squeeze, Matthew pointed one finger at Caiman, issuing a 'come get some' sign as he seeked revenge on those who had done him, and his friends wrong.
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    The Isle of Talas

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    In mind of the natural advantage your opponent has over you, you quickly call for a set of orders before Meowth can land the anticipated Bite on Claus. With no desire to be an entreé for the scratchcat, Claus heaves a huge breath, activating his flame sacs in time for a direct, point-blank Flamethrower just as Meowth lunges with its mouth inadvertently wide open. The intense rush of heat and fire catches the Normal-type in a blaze, and it disappears in a screeching squall as Claus continues to push on. Thrown back from the elemental impact, Meowth lies on the clay floor with smoke coming out of its mouth, and in its daze it fails to notice Claus charging in for his next move. The Flare Blitz comes hard and fast, flinging Meowth a further distance away in another display of pyrotechnics, and as the aura of flame dissipates from Claus' body you notice him wince from the inevitable recoil damage.

    Staggering to its feet, Meowth makes it clear that admitting defeat is not yet within its itineary, and with claws outstretched it dives at your Vulpix, snarling in a sharp demonstration of Fury Swipes. The short, slicing slashes come one, two, three, before Meowth's sustained injuries prove too much and it falls from the pain, though with its ability backing its brawn you notice that Claus is now sporting bruises with the scratch wounds he received earlier. Having had enough with this annoyance Claus Focuses more Fighting prowess in tangible form in front of his mouth, though his inexperience with the element results in him releasing the attack by the time it's three-quarters formed. Still, the Blast collides with Meowth in another explosion you almost find winceworthy, and as the smoke clears Meowth lies comatose with its whiskers crooked and body bruised, in no fit shape to put up a fight anymore. Level up for Claus.

    With the first battle complete, the door ahead slides open with a rumble, and as you walk over to Claus you can't help but note Claus' condition -- for a preliminary match he's certainly dispensed a considerable amount of power, and eleven riddles and ordeals still lie in wait. With unease still lingering you and Claus proceed onwards; the way ahead already lit by the peculiar torches.

    By the end of a long passageway, you find that the rock opens up to another chamber like the one where you found your first riddle, and much like the earlier task this door is set with a pattern of thirty-two tiles, joined by a open wooden box. However, on closer inspection, you find that one of the tiles is missing from what is likely to be an equation:

    Onix, Pidgeotto, Nosepass, Cranidos
    Starmie, Scyther, Makuhita, Cherubi
    Pikachu, Clefairy, (????), Meditite
    Tangela, Haunter, Slugma, Gyarados
    Koffing, Primeape, Vigoroth, Drifblim
    Alakazam, Magnemite, Altaria, Bastiodon
    Rapidash, Dewgong, Solrock, Medicham
    Nidoking, Dragonair, Sealeo, Ambipom

    Looking into the box, you find that once again you are provided with a selection of tiles: this one featuring a total of ten tiles with the following Pokémon: Furret, Shedinja, Munchlax, Rampardos, Voltorb, Azumarill, Qwilfish, Chansey, Camerupt. The answer must lie within this group of ten, but do you know which tile holds the key?

    The girl looked down to her already beatened looking partner, she knew she'd still a long way to go and already the vulpine showed signs of weakening. Even through his stubborn nature he couldn't hide his alarmingly heavy panting in comparison to how little they'd traveled. If there were any more battles to come she'd have to have Claus conserve his energy, there might be something up ahead that needed it more than a basic Meowth. Even so, the previous battle wasn't anything to laugh at, the small Vulpix had sustained some pretty nasty damage as well as his energy loss and that seemed to be an even greater concern if this kept up.

    All the same the two followed a rather familiar passageway to another, yet again, familiar room.

    "Hrm, this must be the next riddle," the girl murmered, stating the obvious seemed to be all she could do at this point as she eyed the tiles attached to the wall and then to a small box that lay beside it. Opening the container she soon realised what the puzzle wanted her to do. Ten tiles, one space on the wall but which one was the correct tile? She gave a quick glance to the six-tailed fox at her feet then back to the door, she doubted he'd want anything to do with riddles though he seemed a good deal more curious with this one. It was an 'equation', but that could mean anything really. Flipping out her Pokedex once more she flicked through the pages for some sort of pattern, tolling up the numbers of each Pokedex entry and adding them up. For an equation, there didn't seem to be any costant within the stream of numbers she'd calculated. Even with her poor math skills she could tell that the answers she got were too far off to be down to her math skills, or, to be more accurate, lack thereof.

    Deciding to drop this method rather quickly she searched down the rows for any kind of clue. The first row down seemed to consist of Kanto Pokemon, most of which she was familiar with having lived in the region herself for most of her life. The second introduced Johto Pokemon to the mix, or at least Pokemon native in Johto although there were a few Kanto Pokemon sprinkled into the mix. The third and forth seemed to have a similar trend with each introducing a new region's Pokemon. Even so, that didn't give her too much of a clue, each Pokemon on the list verticly seemed to differ in type greatly with no real connection.

    She was broken from her thoughts my a rather squeaky growl, poised in a position a cat would be before ready to pounce Claus seemed to be eyeing the tiles on the wall warily.The girl laughed as soon as she realised what the small fire-type was getting worked up about, two tiles depicting two certain Pokemon in particular that he wasn't exactly happy to see, even in tile form. "You're still getting worked up about it even now, huh?" The fox let out a snort, still giving the two tiles the 'evils'. It was no great mystery, he was stubborn and didn't like losing, this of course had got him into trouble more than once. Both the Onix and Starmie tiles reminded him of this in particular, two battles he'd really rather forget. "Misty and Brock were far more experienced than us, that's why we came here remember," she commented. "Once we get back to Kanto the gyms will be no problem." The Vulpix finally gave his grudge a rest, grinning to himself at the prospect of what he would consider 'revenge'.

    "Though it does seem rather strange to have both of those Pokemon, below each other, in the order of the gym they belong to..."
    Onix, Starmie, Tangela. Rock, water, grass. Brock, Misty, Erika. Giving the tiles another quick scan to see if her deduction was consistant. The missing tile belonged in row three, which meant that it had to be a Honen region gym. She wasn't too sure on all the leaders names but she knew their types, yet another glance of the list told her the type that was missing. Electric. If there were more than one electric type in the tile box she'd be in trouble, she had no idea what Pokemon that gym had, only that it was run by a man named Wattson. As luck would have it, the only electric type Pokemon tile seemed to be a Voltorb. She checked the tile over carefully before nodding. "Seems you helped with this riddle after all," Kelly smirked down to the stubborn Vulpix who wasn't sure if he should be proud or insulted. All the same she slotted the Voltorb tile into the engravement between Clefairy and Meditite. Fingers crossed...



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    The Isle of Talas

    The Western Pyramid

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    As Crawdaunt looms, its legs clacking ferociously, you issue a few more orders to Beaker with a defensive approach in mind this time; the aim for your Corphish to hold out as long as she possibly can. The commands come at an opportune instance indeed, as the star insignia on Crawdaunt's forehead begins glowing with monstrous power, before being unleashed in a full-fledged Hyper Beam. Instinctively you and Piplup put up your forelimbs in self-defence, but as the laser crashes into Beaker it turns out the unevolved Water-type already has her Protective shielding in place to absorb the devastating move.

    Dissipating her barrier, Beaker begins waving her arms in a fashion of mockery, and there is little Crawdaunt can do in response to the Corphish's Spite; being forced to rest after its extreme power discharge. Soon enough you notice the larger lobster begin to heave a lot more noticeably, and even as it lifts its pincers in preparation for its next move a brief glint of exertion passes by its eyes. Not wanting the enemy to recover enough and launch another move, Beaker releases Sludge Bombs from her own smaller pincers, throwing orbs of toxic goop that explode with surprising concussive force, managing to even move the startled Crawdaunt back by a few steps. This, however, fails to stop the storm of Swift stars issued from the Dark-type's symbol, and feeling the widespread technique sweep against everyone you wince as your clothes suffer a few minute tears from the sharp blast. Piplup takes a few bruises, but Beaker clearly looks worst out of the group; the general range of Swift being about the only thing that saved her from a most certain Knockout...


    The Sphinx

    SP-Eevee
    Finding inspiration from your past experiences, as well as those of your Pokémon, you finally decide on the tile with the Voltorb picture and place it in the solitary gap arranged for you, and as your hand moves away the image of the Ball Pokémon appears to glimmer in faint electric blue. A split second later the glimmer begins spreading to the other tiles, almost like water soaking through cloth, until the entire network of thirty-two panels shimmers with the same enigmatic light. You find yourself almost in awe at its gentle beauty before the door slides open gratingly, granting you access to the next room for the battle you know you must face.

    As you take a step into the stony chamber a prickle seems to go up your spine to the tip of your head, causing you to shudder in a moment of discomfort -- whatever this room has in store for you, you can almost feel the aggression in the air around you, and from the way he snaps at the room's emptiness Claus clearly doesn't like it either. Before anything else happens, however, a loud CLUNK directs your attention ahead, where a familiar spherical creature stands -- or lightly hovers, rather -- between you and the door to the next challenge. "Voltorb!" it buzzes, sparks flickering about its hard body as it glares angrily at you...


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

    Treepandaone
    With confidence and assurance like nothing you've ever felt before, you mentally accept the challenge set for your and Rhyperbeam, and as if sensing this resolve your Rhydon roars its longest and loudest you've heard from him. As the light increases in candelas to almost blinding levels, you squint against the brightness to find that Rhyperbeam appears to be changing with your decision: the horn between his diminishing ears lengthens before your very eyes, jagged formations grow where his elbow joints would have been, and a knobby club shape gathers on his tail; all the while as his body grows considerably in height and bulk, to the point that you have to stare slightly upwards more than usual to behold the process. Finally as the light fades, you realise for certain now that Farity's blessing must have been to induce evolution in the Pokémon who could reach a higher level; standing tall and proud Rhyperbeam flexes his stronger arms as he looks back at you, bearing a confident smirk with his armoured eyelids; the torchlight gleaming off the many plates of his heavily shielded body.

    Around you, you witness the shocked and almost overjoyed expressions of the others, as the light from everyone else starts to fade as well. Announcing her presence with a solid thump of her hooves, Leona the Mamoswine gives a snort that almost chills the room by a few degrees, and above you Mischief the Gengar cackles excitedly at the revelation of his new hands and feet, alongside Maya as her Yanmega buzzes come sharper and harsher than ever before.

    "Is that the best you can do, Farity?" Caiman narrows his eyes as Erik waves his tangible hands; a gift of his ancestral power unlocked. "Because if it is, I'd say it's a complete waste of time. Considering you're all going to end up just as dead!"

    "The best is always yet to be," responds Farity serenely. "Perhaps you might finally glean something from these experiences, Caiman. I swear on the name of the gods it will be the last thing you experience in your cursed afterlife!"

    "Tough words!" Standing up like a captain, Caiman flourishes one of his mouldering arms, "Let's see just how you fare! KILL THEM!"

    "Onwards, lads!" declares Peter; Erik screaming in a cross of tenor and banshee as he flails his limbs. "Let's end this, once and for all!"

    Led by the hollering battle researcher, the scientists and you head into battle as the seven fossils swoop in at Caiman's command, and as you clash in the epicentre you find yourself ether spoiled for choice, or otherwise unsure of what to do in the mad chaos. With their morale significantly boosted by the advent of their new Pokémon, the scientists almost have their situation under control. An aerial battle overhead sees Claudia and Maya handling the rogue Aerodactyl as Mischief phases through each slash of the opposing Kabutops; Sudowoodo locking arms with a raging Armaldo as Erik flings the enemy Bastiodon back with his stronger, improved vines.

    "Where's Farity?!" cries Mynah, as Leona fires her Icicle Spear against Omastar's Spike Cannon, but almost in response to her query a giant splash of water lands a few metres away from you, separating into an annulus-shaped puddle as a blast of dark energy crashes into its very centre. Spiralling as she reforms, Farity raises her hand; a series of rainbow-coloured rings firing from her fingertips back at the abhorrent mummy, sending him flying into the ceiling. A shower of dust and debris rains over everyone, but a quick visual proves Caiman to be hardly down, let alone out.

    "Behind you!" Alerted by Farity's sudden outburst, you barely fall to the side in time dodge the Rampardos' Take Down; at which Rhyperbeam bellows in his concern and anger, having seen you very nearly in severe hurt. Turning back to meet the living Skull Fossil, the Drill Pokémon matches Take Down for Take Down; his armoured head proving its strength against that of the enemy. A storm of tentacles, pink and shiny, suddenly reach from behind him, and as he finds himself pulled back Caiman's Cradily cackles in its own nasty fashion, but a resounding SMACK across the back of its head knocks the cnidarian forward, revealing a familiar crocodile on the scene.

    "Matthew... I leave my trusted partner alongside yours. While he won't take direct orders, he will aid you in fighting these two," informs Farity, just as she shifts a hole into a stomach to bypass another negative blast, "Now go!"

    As the goddess floats off, you turn back to see Rhyperbeam and Feraligatr having already assumed their battle positions; any unease between them from their previous clash forgotten in the unity against this common enemy. Howling horribly, both Cradily and Rampardos sound out their displeasure, before charging towards the three of you...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

    Arc_Angel
    Deploying some of your team to look for the other fragments of tablet, you decide that since you're here in what must be an, if not one of the archives of this place, it likely wouldn't hurt to look for more information that might help you in any way. Bending to a squat you start looking about the variety of glyphed debris while Eve totters about, apparently deciding she doesn't like the feeling of grit against her little feet.

    It doesn't take long, however, for you to start dreading the searching process; a good number of the tablets are either in ancient runes you have no idea how they might be deciphered, or have surfaces scratched and eroded to the point that whatever information they could have borne has already been lost to time. Shifting to the shelves you gently peel back the layers of tablet, eventually finding one with a series of large, ceremonial lettering at the very top that catches your attention:

    Arctosia

    Perhaps the most enigmatic of the deities who watch over our land, Arctosia is also known as the Goddess of Mystery. Little can be said about her, as various accounts of her deeds often contradict and clash such that no one truly knows what to believe. What is mostly certain is that Arctosia is a goddess of whim; she blesses as much as she curses, she destroys as much as she creates. Of this it can only be spoken in extremes; the actual nature of Arctosia is that her wishes and whims are beyond mortal understanding, and indeed the wisest of scholars and sages do not always accurately fathom and predict her signs. In spite of this, the House of Arctosia endeavours to further understand the Goddess of Mystery, such that the land can be led in times of peace and in chaos alike.

    BOOM. "WHOAA!" "Driiiif! Driiiiif!"

    Suddenly distracted by the loud, familiar noises coming from outside, you tear your attention away from the tablet as another reminiscent sound, that of manic cackling, rises from the courtyard below, and grabbing the page on Arctosia for possible future reference you run to the parapet outside for a quick visual. Down below on the dust lie Wilfrid and Knoll, having apparently been thrown off their feet, and looking further down you spot a familiar Banette laughing most maliciously as his claws charge up another Shadow Ball, against the shocked cries of Missy...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shadowshocker View Post
    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

    Arc_Angel
    Deploying some of your team to look for the other fragments of tablet, you decide that since you're here in what must be an, if not one of the archives of this place, it likely wouldn't hurt to look for more information that might help you in any way. Bending to a squat you start looking about the variety of glyphed debris while Eve totters about, apparently deciding she doesn't like the feeling of grit against her little feet.

    It doesn't take long, however, for you to start dreading the searching process; a good number of the tablets are either in ancient runes you have no idea how they might be deciphered, or have surfaces scratched and eroded to the point that whatever information they could have borne has already been lost to time. Shifting to the shelves you gently peel back the layers of tablet, eventually finding one with a series of large, ceremonial lettering at the very top that catches your attention:

    Arctosia

    Perhaps the most enigmatic of the deities who watch over our land, Arctosia is also known as the Goddess of Mystery. Little can be said about her, as various accounts of her deeds often contradict and clash such that no one truly knows what to believe. What is mostly certain is that Arctosia is a goddess of whim; she blesses as much as she curses, she destroys as much as she creates. Of this it can only be spoken in extremes; the actual nature of Arctosia is that her wishes and whims are beyond mortal understanding, and indeed the wisest of scholars and sages do not always accurately fathom and predict her signs. In spite of this, the House of Arctosia endeavours to further understand the Goddess of Mystery, such that the land can be led in times of peace and in chaos alike.

    BOOM. "WHOAA!" "Driiiif! Driiiiif!"

    Suddenly distracted by the loud, familiar noises coming from outside, you tear your attention away from the tablet as another reminiscent sound, that of manic cackling, rises from the courtyard below, and grabbing the page on Arctosia for possible future reference you run to the parapet outside for a quick visual. Down below on the dust lie Wilfrid and Knoll, having apparently been thrown off their feet, and looking further down you spot a familiar Banette laughing most maliciously as his claws charge up another Shadow Ball, against the shocked cries of Missy...
    Still reeling over the quick burst of action and the idea that those wild Pokemon may have run off with the information she needed Stacey took a few moments to compose herself. Giving a big sigh she smiled down to Eve who looked confused by the whole situation.

    "Come on Eve, lets look for more of those rocks with writing on, let me know if you see any." Eve tilts her head but nods and wanders off grimacing at the feeling of rubble under her sensitive feet, this was nothing like walking through the snow. Casting a quick look to her trainer she wanders to a smoother piece of flooring and looks up at the large shelves. Squatting down Stacey sifted through the remaining pieces of tablets scoruing them for anything of use. She made sure the one piece by the mysterious author was safe in the folds of her dress before moving on disappointingly finding nothing of use. Either the tablets were written in a language very foreign to her or the words had been worn away by time.

    Standing up and stretching out her knees that had protested against being in a bent position for so long she moved across the the shelves hoping to find something still intact there. Pulling back the tablets being careful not to destroy anymore of what could be precious information to someone she pauses when she finds one with fancy writing at he top in a language she understood. Leaning against the shelf she began to read. It spoke of a deity named Arctosia, labelled as the Goddess of Mystery. Stacey was quite interested in what it spoke of even if she couldn't be sure if it was of any use to her. Arctosia was a being of whim acting on what she desired at the time even if it meant contradicting herself. It didn not speak of what her actions may have brought to the world as it was apparantly 'beyond mortal comprehension' but these scholars had studied her throughly. 'Had this building been dedicated to this study?' Stacey wondered as she looked around.

    Suddenly a loud echoing explosion sounded from beneath her followed by what sounded like Knoll and Wilfred's voices in alarm.

    "Eve here now," Stacey said in a command that Eve quickly followed sensing the nervousness in her mistress' voice. Scooping up her ice baby and grabbing the tablet on Arctosia Stacey ran to an opening to get a better view of what was happening below. Sticking her head outside she was shocked by what she saw. Knoll and Wilfred were lying on the ground as smoke billowed around them. Opposite them was Lucius with a malicious grin on his face as ghost energy flickered and spiralled between his hands, a large Shadow Ball growing ready to be launched. Missy cried out for him to stop but it didn't appear to be working.

    "LUCIUS!" Stacey yelled trying to get his attention. "What are you doing?? Stop this, they're friends. Stop your attack NOW!" Stacey felt panicked, why was he doing this? She couldn't be sure if he even heard her or wanted to listen but she had to do something.

    "MISSY. You have to stop him. Thunder Wave and if it isn't enough, Flash and Screech. We don't want to hurt him but we can't let him hurt anyone else! I'll be right down!"

    Stacey ran away from the scene and began her sprint down the corridor holding onto Eve tightly wondering what Anna could have gotten to in the back of her mind, her concern over what Lucius may do in the forefront.


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    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

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    With confidence and assurance like nothing you've ever felt before, you mentally accept the challenge set for your and Rhyperbeam, and as if sensing this resolve your Rhydon roars its longest and loudest you've heard from him. As the light increases in candelas to almost blinding levels, you squint against the brightness to find that Rhyperbeam appears to be changing with your decision: the horn between his diminishing ears lengthens before your very eyes, jagged formations grow where his elbow joints would have been, and a knobby club shape gathers on his tail; all the while as his body grows considerably in height and bulk, to the point that you have to stare slightly upwards more than usual to behold the process. Finally as the light fades, you realise for certain now that Farity's blessing must have been to induce evolution in the Pokémon who could reach a higher level; standing tall and proud Rhyperbeam flexes his stronger arms as he looks back at you, bearing a confident smirk with his armoured eyelids; the torchlight gleaming off the many plates of his heavily shielded body.

    Around you, you witness the shocked and almost overjoyed expressions of the others, as the light from everyone else starts to fade as well. Announcing her presence with a solid thump of her hooves, Leona the Mamoswine gives a snort that almost chills the room by a few degrees, and above you Mischief the Gengar cackles excitedly at the revelation of his new hands and feet, alongside Maya as her Yanmega buzzes come sharper and harsher than ever before.

    "Is that the best you can do, Farity?" Caiman narrows his eyes as Erik waves his tangible hands; a gift of his ancestral power unlocked. "Because if it is, I'd say it's a complete waste of time. Considering you're all going to end up just as dead!"

    "The best is always yet to be," responds Farity serenely. "Perhaps you might finally glean something from these experiences, Caiman. I swear on the name of the gods it will be the last thing you experience in your cursed afterlife!"

    "Tough words!" Standing up like a captain, Caiman flourishes one of his mouldering arms, "Let's see just how you fare! KILL THEM!"

    "Onwards, lads!" declares Peter; Erik screaming in a cross of tenor and banshee as he flails his limbs. "Let's end this, once and for all!"

    Led by the hollering battle researcher, the scientists and you head into battle as the seven fossils swoop in at Caiman's command, and as you clash in the epicentre you find yourself ether spoiled for choice, or otherwise unsure of what to do in the mad chaos. With their morale significantly boosted by the advent of their new Pokémon, the scientists almost have their situation under control. An aerial battle overhead sees Claudia and Maya handling the rogue Aerodactyl as Mischief phases through each slash of the opposing Kabutops; Sudowoodo locking arms with a raging Armaldo as Erik flings the enemy Bastiodon back with his stronger, improved vines.

    "Where's Farity?!" cries Mynah, as Leona fires her Icicle Spear against Omastar's Spike Cannon, but almost in response to her query a giant splash of water lands a few metres away from you, separating into an annulus-shaped puddle as a blast of dark energy crashes into its very centre. Spiralling as she reforms, Farity raises her hand; a series of rainbow-coloured rings firing from her fingertips back at the abhorrent mummy, sending him flying into the ceiling. A shower of dust and debris rains over everyone, but a quick visual proves Caiman to be hardly down, let alone out.

    "Behind you!" Alerted by Farity's sudden outburst, you barely fall to the side in time dodge the Rampardos' Take Down; at which Rhyperbeam bellows in his concern and anger, having seen you very nearly in severe hurt. Turning back to meet the living Skull Fossil, the Drill Pokémon matches Take Down for Take Down; his armoured head proving its strength against that of the enemy. A storm of tentacles, pink and shiny, suddenly reach from behind him, and as he finds himself pulled back Caiman's Cradily cackles in its own nasty fashion, but a resounding SMACK across the back of its head knocks the cnidarian forward, revealing a familiar crocodile on the scene.

    "Matthew... I leave my trusted partner alongside yours. While he won't take direct orders, he will aid you in fighting these two," informs Farity, just as she shifts a hole into a stomach to bypass another negative blast, "Now go!"

    As the goddess floats off, you turn back to see Rhyperbeam and Feraligatr having already assumed their battle positions; any unease between them from their previous clash forgotten in the unity against this common enemy. Howling horribly, both Cradily and Rampardos sound out their displeasure, before charging towards the three of you...
    With a bane of confidence running through his body like never before, Matthew quickly accepted the challenge that had been laid upon him and his Pokémon. With his Pokémon beside him, Matthew heard the loudest roar he’d ever heard from the Rhydon, the Pokémon clearly feeling the same resolve as him. Looking up towards the rock-type, Matthew noticed the light increase as he held one arm up to shield his eyes from the blinding light. Squinting precariously, Matthew saw that Rhyperbeam was changing, following his decision to accept the power from Farity; the Rhydon’s signature horn growing in size before his very eyes. The Pokemon carefully rose to its feet, stretching its rock form as its elbows grew to outwards, leaving a jagged formation on the joints, as well as a knobby club exploding on its tail. Growing in height, Rhyperbeam began to use its bulk more, as Matthew stared upwards more than usual to behold the process. Realizing that Farity’s blessing was to induce evolution in the Pokémon who could reach a higher level, Matthew looked up at the Rhyperior as he opened his Pokédex to scan it.

    It can launch a rock held in its hand like a missile by tightening then expanding its muscles instantly.

    Standing tall and proud, Matthew saw Rhyperbeam flex its stronger arms as it looked back at him, the confident smirk revealing two rows of teeth as strong as its hide. With the torchlight gleaming off the many plates of its heavily shielded body, Rhyperbeam waved its stone tail and flexed its fingers, stomping the ground, making it quake.

    Looking around in awe, Matthew witnessed the shocked and overjoyed expressions of the others, the light fading from all their Pokémon as well. With a solid stomp of its hooves, Matthew noticed that Leona evolved into Mamoswine, the ice type giving the room a series of chills with a prolonged snort. Above him, Matthew heard the cackles of a ghost type, as he was met by the sight of a Gengar, reveling in his ability to have hands and feet. Alongside Tina, a proud Yanmega buzzed a much sharper buzz, harsher than Matthew had heard before.

    "Is that the best you can do, Farity?" Caiman asked with a sneer as he looked to the new Tangela owned by Peter, as Matthew giggled at the tangible hands waving in a random direction, one of the gift unlocked by the evolution. "Because if it is, I'd say it's a complete waste of time. Considering you're all going to end up just as dead!"

    "The best is always yet to be," responded Farity serenely as Matthew thought of how he’d like to punch the Pharaoh. "Perhaps you might finally glean something from these experiences, Caiman. I swear on the name of the gods it will be the last thing you experience in your cursed afterlife!"

    "Tough words!" Caiman responded with his usual sarcasticness, as he stood up like a captain. Staring him down, Matthew watched as the mummy raised one moldering arm “Let's see just how you fare! KILL THEM!"

    “Onwards, Lads” Peter declared as Erik screamed along with him, Matthew laughing at the Tangela’s voice as it crossed between Tenor and banshee, flailing his limbs as he did so. "Let's end this, once and for all!"

    Led by the hollering battle cry of the researcher, Matthew quickly joined ranks with the other scientists as he headed into battle, his partners ready to take down the seven fossils of the Ex-Pharaoh. Clicking his neck, Matthew watched as the Pokémon paired up with their opponents as Matthew found himself spoilt for choice, wanting to take each one of them down. Noticing the morale boosts of the scientists, Matthew found his team to have the situation almost under their control. Looking up at the sky, Matthew saw Claudia and Maya handling the rouge Aerodactyl as Matthew was reminded of his own, the Fossil Pokémon always interesting him when not trying to kill him. Looking to his left, Matthew saw Mischief passing through each of the opposing Kabutop’s slashes while a Sudowodo locked arms with a raging Armaldo. To his left, Matthew saw an enemy Bastiodon being flung back from Erik’s more powerful vines.

    "Where's Farity?!" Mynah cried as Leona fired off an Icicle Spear against Omastar’s Spike Cannon. Looking around frantically, Matthew soon spotted the Goddess’ giant splash of water landing a few meters away from him, separating into an annulus-shaped puddle only to be hit back by a blast of dark energy. As the Goddess’ spiraled as she reformed, Matthew noticed a raise of the hand; a series of rainbow-coloured rings firing from her fingertips as he looked to the intended target as the abhorrent mummy was sent flying into the ceiling. Sending one hand up to cover his face from the dust and debris, Matthew spotted Caiman to be hardly down, cursing the Mummy’s resolve and toughness.

    "Behind you!" Farity shouted at Matthew as he turned, falling to his side as he felt the air rushing past his back, just dodging the Ramardos’ take down attack. Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, Matthew noticed Rhyperbeam bellow in concern and anger, having seen him nearly get serverly hurt. Standing back up to a steady base, Matthew saw Rhyperbeam turn to face the living skull Pokémon as he matched a take-down attack with a take-down attack, the new evolution providing enough armoured head to out-strength his opponent. Raising one hand in a pump motion, Matthew soon saw Rhyperbeam being dragged backwards by a storm of tentacles, the pink and shiny appendages belonging to Caimans tentacles as it cackled in a nasty fashion, only to followed by a resounding SMACK across the back of the head, as the cnidarians was knocked forward, revealing a familiar crocodile behind him.

    "Matthew... I leave my trusted partner alongside yours. While he won't take direct orders, he will aid you in fighting these two," Farity informed him as Matthew expressed his thanks, the Goddess shifting a hole in her stomach to bypass another negative blast "Now go!"

    Watching the Goddess float off, Matthew turned back to see Rhyperbeam and Feraligatr fighting alongside one another, having already assumed their battle positions. Noticing any unease between them from their previous clash vanish, Matthew saw the resolve in a unit against one common enemy. Howling in discontent, both Cradily and Rampards sounded their displeasure as they started to run towards himself and the two Pokémon.

    “Rhyperbeam, you take Rampardos!” Matthew issued as he saw the look of revenge in the Pokémon’s eyes “As he comes in, topple him with a Submission headlock, followed up by a stamp to the head with a Mega Kick. End it by using that massive new tail of yours to Iron Tail!”

    As Matthew looked on in angst, he made a small mental note to re-start his fossil collection team, inspired by the Pokémon, cursing their allegiance to the mummified pharaoh.
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    Atlas City

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    Facing thrice more the overwhelming odds, you can find little comfort in your current scenario. It's quite certain that the mastermind behind everything is starting to show themselves, indicatory of the clash you're sure will come at some point, but how might it come to pass in a situation as dire as this? Drawing strength figuratively from Luxray, you issue a quick plan of tactics to the others, each responding in quick time with a small, solemn nod.

    "Alright, Mightyena," orders Lawrence, "Widespread Dark Pulse, now!"

    "Adela, use your Assist to help out!"

    Being faced with the overwhelming opposition does, apparently, little to curb the determination of the siblings and their Pokémon; as a storm of dark circles tear from Mightyena's mouth Carolina's Delcatty raises a dainty left paw, which glows with bright power and soon enough, releases a similar blast of negative energy. Forming yet another Water Pulse in his finned claws Floatzel glares at the approaching fourteen, before hurling the orb over as Luxray times her Thunderbolt to go at her point ground zero of her comrade's technique. In near unison the attacks fly at their targets; Floatzel's pulse exploding in a sparkling wave as Luxray's Thunderbolt reaches it, but a gigantic shimmering panel that suddenly materialises stops the elemental torrents cold, fizzling them into nothing.

    "Light Screen... From the Claydol, Electabuzz and Noctowl, no doubt," Lawrence grimaces. "The move shields partners in multiple battles, but this...!"

    "It's the Haunter! Their control must extend to boosting their targets' attacks!" exclaims Carolina, and briefly remembering how she flung you off earlier you realise this is likely the case.

    "Damn... what do we do now? If we try close combat tactics, we'll risk being overwhelmed, and if we don't try close combat tactics, the barrier will render everything else we do ineffective, and we'll still be overwhelmed!" Cursing, Lawrence wrings his hands in thorough frustration, and just as you're about to silently agree with him a pinging sound breaks the dangerous monotony. "What now?!"

    "Hm? What's this?" ponders the mastermind's voice, and you note that whatever the noise was it apparently isn't anything to directly do with the enemy. Behind you, as the seven of you look at the mysterious elevator door, you reason that somehow, the lift has brought someone else onto the playing field. In fact, you can almost hear the sounds of chattering and bustling behind the closed doors...

    "Alright! We did it!" "Big Brother Lawrence! And Big Sister Carolina!" "Big Sister! Big Sister!"

    "What in the..." The remaining colour appears to drain from Lawrence's face as the gaggle of orphaned children and Pokémon swarm at you, surrounding everyone but mostly the older two. "Children?" the voice seems to smirk, much to the consternation of the young man. "What are you all doing here?!"

    "We got worried, Big Brother," answers one of the kids simply; a sly-looking Meowth standing next to him, sporting a knowing look and outstretched nail. "So we followed you. Zeezee and Fanny got your smell, and we followed you here." At mention of their names, a Zigzagoon and Phanpy raise their heads in pride. "And now we're going to help!"

    "Help?! But..."

    "We need to fight, don't we?" quips one of the girls, with a Mime Jr. balancing neatly on her head, "If we don't, we can't go home, right? And Big Brothers and Big Sister Carolina can't go home either! We all came to help!"

    "This... this... You can't be here! All of you!" Torn between varying emotions, Carolina stammers at her young charges. "This doesn't concern any of you!"

    "It doesn't?" speaks another child quietly; this time the boy with his Chatot. As a wave of sad disappointment washes over the others, he continues, "We waited six months, Big Sister Carolina. We figured you had to be in trouble somewhere, but Big Brother Lawrence told us you were fine; you'd come back soon. Tonight we were left alone like so many times before, and we all decided that we're done waiting. We won't sit back any longer waiting for you to return, feeling sad day after day when you didn't. This is our fight!"

    "But...!"

    "You told us, Big Brother. We need to look out for each other or we can't survive," states the Chatot boy, almost mirroring the surly glance you've come to expect from Lawrence. "We can fight, Big Brother. You've taught us everything we know even though we weren't old enough. We're going to show you that we're not just weak kids that can be bossed around by anyone!"

    "That, and we can't leave from this side. The door won't open," points out a plump kid; his Munchlax pounding the panel. "Looks like it's the Mean Look; we can join the fight but we can't leave until we win. So we gotta fight!"

    "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!..."

    Amidst the excited, ready chanting of the youngsters, you look at the older boy with whom they've all deeply respected, and you can tell he's visibly touched by the maturity that these kids are showing, yet worried of what might happen if he let them continue. He glances at Carolina; tears glinting in her own eyes, but her lips turned in a small conceding smile. Ahead, the Light Screen lies but a few metres away, edging ever closer as the Atlasian finally raises a hand for silence.

    "...Alright. We'll fight. Together."

    "Ho ho ho ho ho. That was almost touching," sneers the floating eyes and mouth, whom you've all momentarily forgotten, "But soon you will find that bonding will do little to serve your cause! You will learn disappointment and misery when your pitiful resistance falls!"

    "Elton! Santos! Bobby!" shouts Lawrence, ignoring the ranting entity above. "Destroy the Light Screen!"

    "Brick Break!" At the united declaration, the Munchlax runs ahead, flanked by a Machop and Croagunk; all three of them raising their forelimbs and bringing them into a swing. With the sound of breaking glass spreading through the void, the barrier smashes into uncountable smithereens, and a flicker of startle passes by the fourteen faces of those possessed.

    "ATTACK!!"

    "Chaaaaarge!" With the enemy's roar against Lawrence's cry, both the Haunter and children, the latter led by the brother and sister team with you in the middle, send themselves into battle in a symphony of snarls, yelps and screeches from your team of twenty-odd Pokémon.

    "Break! I want no less than three pairs to a group!" Lawrence hollers, almost like an army commander as the kids quickly separate. "Watch each other's backs! Go for the Haunter; don't hurt the others unless you absolutely have to!"

    With chaos ringing in your ears, the ensuing moments are difficult to describe; you find your focus divided everywhere as everyone is fighting. Leading two different groups, Mightyena and Lawrence slam themselves against the Claydol while Carolina and Adela take on the Noctowl. Above your head the sounds of Chatot's mindless Chatter disrupts the Haunter controlling the woman holding her umbrella, her Masquerain buzzing in alarm as a Ledyba and Teddiursa hang on tight to bring it down; a Geodude, Electrike and Bellsprout hounding the Electabuzz as their paired children tear at the ace trainer like little gremlins; the Chingling girl leading her friends as their Psychic Pokémon bring Weezing and the ninja boy to their knees; Dusclops and the scientist plagued by Munchlax as it Flings a storm of Berries all over them, backed up Phanpy and Zigzagoon as they continue to Pickup more of the fruit out of nowhere; the Haunter controlling the socialite and Roserade afflicted by an Astonishing Aipom as the puppet Bouquet Pokémon matches Poison Stings against a Nidoran and Sandshrew...

    "Raaaaargh!" Evidently displeased at how everyone seems to be holding up, a point you note with almost amusement, the pair of eyes and mouth dive towards you, revealing more of its form as it does so. A darker shadow seems to fizzle from the centre of the facial features, spreading into a body that is nearly mostly face, but soon forming arms, legs, and a back lined with tiny spikes. Barely moving aside to dodge a blazing knuckle, you find the creature behind it all fully formed: a glaring Gengar with anger and hatred boiling in its deep red irises.

    "That's it! It's the brains behind everything!" shouts Lawrence, neatly dodging a psychic blast as he turns. "It's up to you, Stark! You have to defeat that Gengar!"

    What will you do now?
    "Got it," Stark responded quickly rushing through the chaos with Luxray and Floatzel into a position to battle the Gengar from. Thankfully the cavalry had arrived. Granted they were just kids, but their bonds with their pokémon and their desire to save those whom they cared for more than made up for any lack of experience they might have gained from being a little older. Had things not been so dire, Stark might have taken a moment to let that feeling of love and caring being displayed wash over him. As it was though, he had other business to conclude. The Gengar who had been behind everything had finally revealed itself and if this nightmare was to end he would need to stop it once and for all.

    His hands balled into fists as his teeth clenched. A tingle of excitement coursed down his spine. Sure the outcome of what happened next was of utmost importance, but part of him reveled in the thought of facing such a powerful foe. For a second he thought about trying to talk to the ghostly pokémon and try to convince it to stop, but with so many lives hanging in the balance, he couldn't afford to waste time if the creature's motives were truly wicked. Maybe if he defeated it in battle he would be able to sort through the history of the spirit and help to rectify any misfortune in it's past, but for now the only real option was battle.

    "I don't know why you've done the things you've done Gengar, but it all ends here and now," Stark shouted out to the ghost, "Floatzel Aqua Jet your way into it and throw it off balance. Luxray hit it with a Thunderwave to slow it down. Floatzel Come back towards it and Crunch down hard. Finally Luxray go in from a different angle and Bite it. If we can keep it guessing on which way the attacks are coming from we should be able to keep it from getting itself set in place and keep it from battling to its full potential. Now Go!"

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    Finding inspiration from your past experiences, as well as those of your Pokémon, you finally decide on the tile with the Voltorb picture and place it in the solitary gap arranged for you, and as your hand moves away the image of the Ball Pokémon appears to glimmer in faint electric blue. A split second later the glimmer begins spreading to the other tiles, almost like water soaking through cloth, until the entire network of thirty-two panels shimmers with the same enigmatic light. You find yourself almost in awe at its gentle beauty before the door slides open gratingly, granting you access to the next room for the battle you know you must face.

    As you take a step into the stony chamber a prickle seems to go up your spine to the tip of your head, causing you to shudder in a moment of discomfort -- whatever this room has in store for you, you can almost feel the aggression in the air around you, and from the way he snaps at the room's emptiness Claus clearly doesn't like it either. Before anything else happens, however, a loud CLUNK directs your attention ahead, where a familiar spherical creature stands -- or lightly hovers, rather -- between you and the door to the next challenge. "Voltorb!" it buzzes, sparks flickering about its hard body as it glares angrily at you...

    "What a relief," Kelly sighed, watching in amazment as the door shimmered it's electric-blue hue before granting the two access. Claus, of course giving his last bit of distain for the two tiles he hated most with an audible snort as he made his way after Kelly through the door and towards whatever awaited them.

    The air about the place had suddenly thickened as soon as they entered, it was a strange eery feeling to say the least. One neither of them could put their finger, or paw on. Kelly scanned the room for any signs of, well, anything. The room, as far as she could see was bare and lifeless apart from themselves.

    CLUNK

    "What was that," the girl strained, jumping on instinct at the suddeness of the sound. Both trainer and Pokemon's eyes were brought back to front and center as they soon realised the who or what had produced the sound. The Pokeball-like Pokemon didn't seem too happy, though that would be an understatement as far as Kelly was concerned.

    They should have anticipated another battle at some point but it was awfully soon. Looking down to her partner he seemed more than happy to fight again though the bruises and panting from the previous battle still concerned her. Which means they had to finish this fight fast and make sure their attacks hit. They also had to take into account whatever ability the speedy bomb-ball Pokemon had. Underestimating the previous opponent had cost them a hefty amount of energy.

    "Right Claus, I'll need you to try one of your new move Extrasensory. If you need to use Quick Attack to dodge any dangerous attacks, using the momentum regardless to get in close to go straight into a Flamethrower."

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    Delegated with what is likely the most important of tasks in this mission, you promptly relay orders to your team for this battle; knowing the enemy to be notably powerful in its own right even with a matchup of two against one. For its haughty banter earlier the Gengar remains silent, appearing more dangerous in this mode than in its form as an inscrutable voice. Without warning Floatzel applies his strengths as the team's speed demon, ramming into Gengar with a forceful Aqua Jet, the hit glancing right off but achieving its intended aim as Luxray fires her Thunder Wave straight at the spiritual foe. Electricity appears to dance all over Gengar's ectoplasmic form, but as this occurs instinct prompts you to glance at the ground ahead of you. A dark patch from which light has been obscured seems to jolt a random aspect in your memory, but by the time you realise that something is wrong, Luxray's bark of indignance and surprise alerts you to Gengar cascading like falling liquid into its shadow below, leaving an empty shell of black that pops like a bubble as the shadow swarms about you, landing below your feet. A strong impact, lunged into your stomach, followed by the sensation of flying as Gengar's Shadow Punch knocks you down, and picking yourself up you spot Floatzel and Luxray launched each by a ghostly knuckle sandwich.

    Quick on the uptake, Floatzel promptly grabs the spectral hand in his own to take a Crunch out of it, and following his lead Luxray quickly swerves for a Bite at the hand at her gut. A scream, coming out more as a hiss, is heard in the centre of all the fighting as Gengar reassembles itself out of the shadows, but its mouth, curved downwards from pain, soon takes on a nasty expression, and a moment later you hear howls of agony from your own Pokémon. Releasing his grip from the knuckles, fizzling with yellow sparks from a Thunderpunch, Floatzel falls to the floor in a thud as Luxray soon joins him, her mouth puffing smoke from a burn left behind by a Fire Punch...


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

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    Left to take on your own designated opposition, you shout commands to your newly evolved partner as Rhyperbeam flexes his arm muscles together with Feraligatr. Opting not to let Cradily waddle over for a hit, the crocodile fires another of its Ice Beams over to the fossil plant, but the slower foe clearly displays other ideas up its multiple tentacles as a Mirror Coat shimmers in front of its jinglesque head. Partially repelled by the reflector shield, Feraligatr's attack strikes its originator at twice its power, but little time is given to Rhyperbeam to show concern as Rampardos comes in for another Take Down. Grabbing the hardheaded dinosaur by its neck region, Rhyperior's strengthened physcial prowess shows as his Submission manages to slow Rampardos' charging to a rather pitiful grind, before he demonstrates his own recoil move with a resounding slam to the floor.

    Feeling the pain as it tries getting up from the ground, Rampardos is met with a quick response as Rhyperbeam drives a Stomp onto its forehead, although the attack doesn't keep the Pokémon down long, being a prehistoric beast who used its head a lot and a Rock-type to resist the Normal technique. Raising its head with surprising ferocity, the pachycephalosaurus lunges against the armoured gut of Rhyperbeam, successfully tossing Rhyperbeam to the ground in a fitful [B]Endeavour[B]. Aside, Feraligatr's Strength attempts to match with Cradily as its extended Wring Out clutches it by the arms; both Pokémon pulling away in a tug-of-war from which you can't quite tell who's the immediate victor, but the attention soon goes back to Rhyperbeam as he announces his next move with a resounding roar. Swinging like a mace Rhyperbeam's Iron Tail cannonballs into Rampardos' gut, almost leaving the sound of cracking as the saurus screams in pained response, but a grin reappears on the face of the Head Butt Pokémon as its Head gleams with the lustre of Iron, ramming into Rhyperbeam like a freight train to Rhyperbeam's discomfort; his buffeting ability useless in the light of Rampardos' Mould Breaker. Meanwhile, Feraligatr succeeds in applying his Superpower to fling Cradily to the ground, much to the Grass-type's screeching, but it's clear that your fight at least is hardly yet over...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

    Arc_Angel
    Feeling the same fear you remember experiencing in times where things have gone desperately wrong, you find yourself rushing along the ancient corridor as your shoes click across the forgotten floors and moments later, down the stairwell. Acceleration and panic kicks in as a second boom is heard, slightly muffled in the flight of steps, and you break into the court with harsh sunlight peeking over the shadow of the second floor. Luckily though, as you surmise the scenario no one appears hurt. If anything, Knoll and Wilfrid look almost bemused as Missy glares her prankster of a comrade down, her mouth tightened in an admonishing pout as Lucius returns her visual daggers with a sheepish, childlike grin.

    "I guess this means he's yours, too? Don't worry; the first Shadow Ball was thrown only to surprise, not to injure. We were just thrown off guard... and our feet, by a little," explains Knoll as Wilfrid nods comfortingly, and a weight goes off your shoulders as you realise that Lucius wasn't acting abnormally -- a thought which prompts you to tilt your head sideways in a glare almost identical to Missy's expression, causing the other two males to chuckle goodnaturedly at the stark similarity.

    "We actually came across each other not too long ago; Wilfrid and I came up with nothing in the empty chambers downstairs until a little Skorupi came scuttling by, dropping this by chance as it passed in fright." Raising up a piece of flat stone in his hand, the writer presents the bit of tablet to you, allowing you to read its familiar lettering:

    "A grand assortment of countless glyphs, in the most archaic of runes, were etched into the temple walls as guides; perhaps to safeguard the information from immediate display as a final sort of protection. I gleaned one of the few combinations and its purpose, but the fog grew in a most dangerous fashion before I could conti"

    "That's where it ends, I'm afraid," Knoll sighs, as you blink at the last word cut off by the broken state of the tablet. "I think you already know what this means; probably before I did, now you've brought out another team player for the hunt, I presume." He smiles another of his pleasant smiles, and Lucius' apologetic countenance lightens a little at this.

    "Tuuuuuu!" "Joooooolt!"

    "Was that..." The author begins, but you already recognise the sound of your Jolteon screeching, and the unmistakable tone of pain has you running for the stairs again. A breeze up to the second floor where you're certain the shouts came from, your vision darts quickly between rooms until you come to one of the classrooms marked with various, painstakingly arranged symbols. Lying prostrate on the ground with scorch marks on her body, Anna growlingly glances at the other end of the room where a Xatu bearing two yellow stripes stands; its wings raised protectively as the last remnants of a psychic blast fizzle from her eyes, while a familiar Natu huddles in fright behind her...

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    Resolved to finish this one up as soon as possible while Claus is still capable of fighting, you call out a fresh set of orders for your Vulpix, tapping on powers newly unlocked for him. Gritting his teeth, Claus applies the mystical powers known to his foxlike species, releasing a wave of Extrasensory at the incoming Voltorb. Caught thoroughly in the psychic jolt, the Ball Pokémon gives a stunned cry as it flinches; the momentum of its Rollout stopped before it can begin proper.

    Refusing to cut the little Electric-type any slack, Claus goes into his next combination at once, speeding across the floor with his Quick Attack while his mouth burns with the ferocity of his Flamethrower. A brief flicker of electricity surrounds Voltorb before Claus launches a river of fire into it, blazing for a good series of seconds before the flames rise, although a brief glance at Voltorb and its new yellow aura shows that it was able to buffet some of the energy-based damaged with Charge. Bounding towards Claus, Voltorb unleashes its own Spark of genius, boosted by the accumulation of potential it stored earlier. Looks like this little one isn't going down that easily either...

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    As Crawdaunt looms, its legs clacking ferociously, you issue a few more orders to Beaker with a defensive approach in mind this time; the aim for your Corphish to hold out as long as she possibly can. The commands come at an opportune instance indeed, as the star insignia on Crawdaunt's forehead begins glowing with monstrous power, before being unleashed in a full-fledged Hyper Beam. Instinctively you and Piplup put up your forelimbs in self-defence, but as the laser crashes into Beaker it turns out the unevolved Water-type already has her Protective shielding in place to absorb the devastating move.

    Dissipating her barrier, Beaker begins waving her arms in a fashion of mockery, and there is little Crawdaunt can do in response to the Corphish's Spite; being forced to rest after its extreme power discharge. Soon enough you notice the larger lobster begin to heave a lot more noticeably, and even as it lifts its pincers in preparation for its next move a brief glint of exertion passes by its eyes. Not wanting the enemy to recover enough and launch another move, Beaker releases Sludge Bombs from her own smaller pincers, throwing orbs of toxic goop that explode with surprising concussive force, managing to even move the startled Crawdaunt back by a few steps. This, however, fails to stop the storm of Swift stars issued from the Dark-type's symbol, and feeling the widespread technique sweep against everyone you wince as your clothes suffer a few minute tears from the sharp blast. Piplup takes a few bruises, but Beaker clearly looks worst out of the group; the general range of Swift being about the only thing that saved her from a most certain Knockout...
    Coaxed into a defensive mindset, the small and slightly frightened lobster scuttled a few inches forward, her trustworthy master throwing on a weak grin and a thumbs up. In all honesty, Wes was just as wracked, blocking hits wouldn’t do a whole lot of good if he wanted to win. He grit his teeth, pumping his fists and just hoping for a streak of luck. They could do it. They were smarter. Faster.

    “Rrrpii! Pii!” She growled, clacking her pincers with a face that’d with any look would wheedle the giant lobster into a fit of offense. The crustacean looked steamed – if not for the Corphish’ plucky attitude for their determination to stay in its territory. Arms upright, his star-shaped cap began glowing a brilliant gold, his eyes winced in deep focus at what would be a hard-hitting attack. Wes could barely watch, yet right on queue the red lobster enveloped in a semi-transparent bubble, sure enough ready to ward off the hit. The shimmering star suddenly expanded and in the blink of an eye channelled into a thick blast of yellow which pulsated in Beaker’s mitts faster than any Hydro Pump. The crab flinched as the spell of gold burst against her sphere, expanding on the pane’s surface and dispersing almost instantly. She was still standing with no less than a scratch! Wes cheered positively, met with a friendly cheep from Piplup.

    Filled with confidence from her friends, the red lobster was quick to drop her barrier, flailing her arms cockily in an attempt to poke fun at the larger crawdad. She followed up with Spite, and whilst Beaker was in a happy place, the teen knew annoying the resting monster may have been a mistake in the making. He Winced again, not before long the hefty Crawdaunt flexing his pincers in animation – Wes only hoped Beaker remembered his defensive stance. She waddled rearward without a moment to spare, unclamping her own pincers as her eyes glazed with a purplish aura. A sudden spell of gooey blobs entered the air, each of the toxic missiles smacking against the large crab, their volatile substances bringing upon an outbreak of explosions. The giant enemy crab scraped backward a metre in light of the heavy bombardment, the frenzied mug of fury unsettling Wes. The brazen beast’s shell armour showed no sign of chips or grazes, the only battle scars dotted across its chest where the few and far smears of purple goop. They’d have to try harder, but it all seemed too late as the star-shaped symbol flashed once more without a sign of warning. Suddenly the Dark-Type began shaking its head furiously, a widespread flurry of white shuriken spewing from its cap. Wes jolted back, given no time to help his teammates as the stars engulfed his vision. Splashing against his body, Wes howled in pain as he skidded rearward. Feeling the backlash of the assault, Wes gritted his teeth trying best to resist the twinge of the stingy cuts and grazes dotting from his torso up to his face. Caught completely off guard, Wes dropped his gaze to find both Piplup and Beaker black and blue. Whilst the downy penguin’s cuts didn’t look all that deep, Wes could see his fishy comrade had taken the brunt of the blow. Tattered in scrapes and dints, the bruised Pokémon cawed weakly as she fidgeted her pincers ready to fight back. Not this time, there was still a lot the kid wanted her to see, and a sitch like this called for the big guns. Wes faintly patted the small crab on the back of the noggin, still stone-faced and nerve-racked in the company of Crawdaunt.

    “Ok... Ok... Ok...” Wes panted, sweat drops sprouting across his flushed forehead, “This Crawdaunt clearly isn’t as newly evolved as I thought. You should really sit this one out Beaker...” With that the boy reached for a cyan ball the size of a conker clipped to his cuffed belt, thumbing it to the size of an apple and pointing it above the battered crawdad. Tapping the sphere on her fork-like head, Wes watched in despair as she was engulfed and soaked up by the ray of scarlet. She was doing well, but the boy knew she couldn’t win.

    “Have a nice rest buddy”, he smiled to the Lure Ball, pocketing it for a quick switcheroo with one of his toughest operatives. The sooner his cyan ball striped with red had slotted onto his strap, a green conker sporting a leaf insignia had been swapped in its place. Wes poked it to its regular size, holding it beneath his nose as he eyed up the hardy crawdad. Whispering a brief word of encouragement, Wes then stretched his arms high and flicked one of his wrists to pitch the Leaf Ball forward. Ricocheting off of the bluish cobbles, the ball cracked open in an explosion of lime radiance. Wes squinted slightly with his eyes settled to the dark corridor, the light dimming and revealing an odd figure. With an eerie bark, the mushroom-like reptile hopped on the spot with liveliness. Wes didn’t need to explain, the glint of fury in the foe did all the talking – it was Fungi’s job to clean up the mess. The mushroom gulped faintly, despite his skirmishing skills he was a timid fighter. The boy knew he’d ease into it with a double type advantage, clenching his fists the boy winked confidently to his expert fighter.

    “Let’s not give this Poke’ a chance”, Wes smiled – noting the bogus sign of agreement from Fungi who would’ve settled for a warm-up, “Bulk Up, then Uppercut him Skyward and finish what’s left with a Seed Bomb!”

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    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

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    Feeling the same fear you remember experiencing in times where things have gone desperately wrong, you find yourself rushing along the ancient corridor as your shoes click across the forgotten floors and moments later, down the stairwell. Acceleration and panic kicks in as a second boom is heard, slightly muffled in the flight of steps, and you break into the court with harsh sunlight peeking over the shadow of the second floor. Luckily though, as you surmise the scenario no one appears hurt. If anything, Knoll and Wilfrid look almost bemused as Missy glares her prankster of a comrade down, her mouth tightened in an admonishing pout as Lucius returns her visual daggers with a sheepish, childlike grin.

    "I guess this means he's yours, too? Don't worry; the first Shadow Ball was thrown only to surprise, not to injure. We were just thrown off guard... and our feet, by a little," explains Knoll as Wilfrid nods comfortingly, and a weight goes off your shoulders as you realise that Lucius wasn't acting abnormally -- a thought which prompts you to tilt your head sideways in a glare almost identical to Missy's expression, causing the other two males to chuckle goodnaturedly at the stark similarity.

    "We actually came across each other not too long ago; Wilfrid and I came up with nothing in the empty chambers downstairs until a little Skorupi came scuttling by, dropping this by chance as it passed in fright." Raising up a piece of flat stone in his hand, the writer presents the bit of tablet to you, allowing you to read its familiar lettering:

    "A grand assortment of countless glyphs, in the most archaic of runes, were etched into the temple walls as guides; perhaps to safeguard the information from immediate display as a final sort of protection. I gleaned one of the few combinations and its purpose, but the fog grew in a most dangerous fashion before I could conti"

    "That's where it ends, I'm afraid," Knoll sighs, as you blink at the last word cut off by the broken state of the tablet. "I think you already know what this means; probably before I did, now you've brought out another team player for the hunt, I presume." He smiles another of his pleasant smiles, and Lucius' apologetic countenance lightens a little at this.

    "Tuuuuuu!" "Joooooolt!"

    "Was that..." The author begins, but you already recognise the sound of your Jolteon screeching, and the unmistakable tone of pain has you running for the stairs again. A breeze up to the second floor where you're certain the shouts came from, your vision darts quickly between rooms until you come to one of the classrooms marked with various, painstakingly arranged symbols. Lying prostrate on the ground with scorch marks on her body, Anna growlingly glances at the other end of the room where a Xatu bearing two yellow stripes stands; its wings raised protectively as the last remnants of a psychic blast fizzle from her eyes, while a familiar Natu huddles in fright behind her...
    Heart pounding in time with her feet along the hard flooring Stacey ran a fast pace through the corridors hoping to reach Lucius in time before he did anything else stupid. Eve was bobbing in her arms looking at the world move past in fast forward and wondered what was happening. Reaching the balcony looking down over the ground floor Stacey nearly slid down the spiral stairway only her basic instinct to maintain her dignity and chose the slower option. Stacey stopped the short way away from her pair of ghosts taking deep needy breaths as her the pain in her lungs from the unexpected burst of exercise faded and her muscles began to relax. As she adjusted to the situation she saw that Lucius held a cheeky grin on his zipper mouth despite Missy brutally admonishing him. Her beautiful face was drawn into a scowl at his actions, he had ignored her pleas and attacked their friends. Stacey caught the end of Missy's rant, something along the lines of "when will you ever listen Lucius and grow up for a change, you can't go attacking any stranger without provocation and one day I hope you annoy a Gyarados that Hyper Beams your puppet backside before chomping down the remains."

    Stacey chuckled at her normally serene Mismagius and even Lucius was beginning to look a little taken back and even though his expression was one of cockiness there was a little pout on his lips now.

    "I guess this means he's yours, too?" Knoll asked as Stacey swirlled round to face the victim in all this and bit her lip nodding.

    "Yes he is, and I'm so sorry he attacked you like that, he needs a leash or a shock collar for everytime he does things like this." "Don't worry; the first Shadow Ball was thrown only to surprise, not to injure. We were just thrown off guard... and our feet, by a little." Stacey sighed at that fact and smiled, at least no-one was truely hurt. Stacey remembered that Lucius was supposed to be searching for the wild Shuppet with its piece of tablet, what had happened to that plan? Stacey gave him a mild glare for his disobedience as Knoll and Wilfred chuckled in the background.

    "We actually came across each other not too long ago; Wilfrid and I came up with nothing in the empty chambers downstairs until a little Skorupi came scuttling by, dropping this by chance as it passed in fright." Stacey brightened at this news and approached Knoll leaning forward to read the words on his tablet hoping it would add to the one she found.

    "A grand assortment of countless glyphs, in the most archaic of runes, were etched into the temple walls as guides; perhaps to safeguard the information from immediate display as a final sort of protection. I gleaned one of the few combinations and its purpose, but the fog grew in a most dangerous fashion before I could conti" Stacey found herself frowning once again, it didn't seem to directly preeceed or follow on from the piece of tablet she found, but then again there were 3 more pieces out there.

    Knoll has already pieced the pieces together and knew that Stacey was aware of more tablets hence Lucius' presence and sensed that had had started the hunt before becoming ... distracted. Lucius matched the warm smile that Knoll and Stacey was glad she had encountered someone so forgiving and was ready to pick up the search again when she heard a foreign voice followed by the very familiar cry of her Jolteon, that couldn't be a good sign!

    "Anna!" Stacey whispered running off back up the staircase again leaving Knoll behind not waiting to for him to put 2 and 2 together, she had to see what had caused her Jolteon to cry out like that. Mentally cursing for having to perform another sprint she reached the top only just realising that she left Eve downstairs along with Lucius and Missy and hoped they would keep a close eye on her for now. Running down the now very familiar corridor Stacey only took momentary pauses in her steps to gaze into the rooms hoping with each one she would find her pup.

    As she reached a small classroom Stacey saw a flash of yellow fur laid out on the ground in a heap smoke rising from her fur as she gave a pained yet angered look growling a menacing message to her attacker despite her weak look. Stacey tore her eyes away from Anna to see the creature that caused her state finding a Xatu with her wings outspread as the remnents of her Psychic attack fizzling around her eyes, behind her the Natu she had encountered earlier. Anna had found one of the wild Pokemon with the stone fragments but it had not served her well. Stacey stepped in front of her Jolteon prepared to protect her from further harm, these two psychics must be related, the Natu having returned with her mother perphaps and she must have thought Anna would harm her baby, though that would not surprise her.

    "Xatu, please listen to me. My Jolteon meant Natu or yourself any harm and I appologise if you thought otherwise. Natu has a piece of stone tablet thats very important, we've been searching for day for the information it holds and Anna was only trying to get it from you. Natu seemed so keen to hide it and we'd like to know why. I will ask if you would be willing to let us at least read its passage, Natu could keep it if it likes." Stacey gave the twin birds time to think over her proposition whilst working over a plan if they fail.

    "I hope you'll help us ... but you attacked my Anna and if a fight is what you want know I will not stand by and let you hurt my Pokemon further. LUCIUS!" Stacey called out her Banette's name knowing that he the others she so quickly abandoned must be curious as to why Anna called out. In true Ghost fashion he fazed through the floor a serious expression on his normally cheery face as he prepared for the worse. He saw Stacey crouching over Anna who looked p[i]ssed and injured and then saw the cause of the distress. Folding his arms across his chest and scowling at the pair of birds he prepared to attack but was held back by Stacey.

    "You may be able to make up for your actions earlier, but first I need Xatu's answer. If she attacks us then you can retaliate. Sucker Punch, Confuse Ray, Nightshade."

    "So, will you help us?" Stacey addressed the pair one last time


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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Left to take on your own designated opposition, you shout commands to your newly evolved partner as Rhyperbeam flexes his arm muscles together with Feraligatr. Opting not to let Cradily waddle over for a hit, the crocodile fires another of its Ice Beams over to the fossil plant, but the slower foe clearly displays other ideas up its multiple tentacles as a Mirror Coat shimmers in front of its jinglesque head. Partially repelled by the reflector shield, Feraligatr's attack strikes its originator at twice its power, but little time is given to Rhyperbeam to show concern as Rampardos comes in for another Take Down. Grabbing the hardheaded dinosaur by its neck region, Rhyperior's strengthened physcial prowess shows as his Submission manages to slow Rampardos' charging to a rather pitiful grind, before he demonstrates his own recoil move with a resounding slam to the floor.

    Feeling the pain as it tries getting up from the ground, Rampardos is met with a quick response as Rhyperbeam drives a Stomp onto its forehead, although the attack doesn't keep the Pokémon down long, being a prehistoric beast who used its head a lot and a Rock-type to resist the Normal technique. Raising its head with surprising ferocity, the pachycephalosaurus lunges against the armoured gut of Rhyperbeam, successfully tossing Rhyperbeam to the ground in a fitful Endeavour. Aside, Feraligatr's Strength attempts to match with Cradily as its extended Wring Out clutches it by the arms; both Pokémon pulling away in a tug-of-war from which you can't quite tell who's the immediate victor, but the attention soon goes back to Rhyperbeam as he announces his next move with a resounding roar. Swinging like a mace Rhyperbeam's Iron Tail cannonballs into Rampardos' gut, almost leaving the sound of cracking as the saurus screams in pained response, but a grin reappears on the face of the Head Butt Pokémon as its Head gleams with the lustre of Iron, ramming into Rhyperbeam like a freight train to Rhyperbeam's discomfort; his buffeting ability useless in the light of Rampardos' Mould Breaker. Meanwhile, Feraligatr succeeds in applying his Superpower to fling Cradily to the ground, much to the Grass-type's screeching, but it's clear that your fight at least is hardly yet over...
    Left to chose his own opponent, Matthew quickly picked the Rampardos, intent on settling the score for almost severely injuring himself. Shouting orders to the newly evolved Rhyperbeam, Matthew saw him flex his muscles along with Feraligatr, any signs of jealously or misdemeanor gone. Looking over to the Godess’ Pokémon, Matthew saw the Feraligatr fire off an ice beam, not content with waddling over to the fossil Cradily as to blasting an icy beam. Looking on with a smirk of victory on his face, Matthew could only watch as the Cradily mirror coated the blast back at twice the powe, as the jinglesque head of the multiple tentacled fossil was protected from the attack. Matthew looked on in despair as Rampardos came in for another take down attack. Grabbing the dinosaur by its neck, Rhyperbeam’s strengthened physical prowess boosting its attack from the evolution as it threw Rampardos, managing to slow charging down to a rather pitful grind before demonstrating his own recoil move with a resounding slam to the floor.

    Looking on at the pain looked Rampardos getting up from the ground, Rhyperbeam quickly executed a swift stomp to the head, blowing the powerful fet onto the Pokémon’s fossil, but as Matthew saw, the attack didn’t keep the prehistoric beast down for long, it being a Rock-type as well as having a hardened head. As the Pachycephalosaurus raised its head with surprising ferocity, Matthew saw it lunge at the gut of Rhyperbeam as Matthew shouted out, unable to alert the rock-type from the Endeavour attack as Rhyperbeam was tossed to the floor. As he took a quick look to his side, Matthew saw Feraligatr match Cradily with a Wring Out, clutching arms and tentacles as Pokémon tug-of-war took place, unable to tell who is the immediate victor. As his attention switched rapidly, Matthew heard Rhyperbeam announce his next move with a resounding roar as it swung its mace like tail, Rhyperbeam intent on dealing massive damage with the cannonball as it smacked Rampardos’ gut, as Matthew heard a faint cracking sound as the Dinosaur screaed with a pain response, but as he watched on, Matthew saw a grin re-appear on his face as its head gleamed with a lustre of iron, ramming into Rhyperbeam like a train as the rock Pokémon’s ability canceled out by Rampardos’ own Mould Breaker ability. As he looked over to his side once again, Matthew saw Feraligatr apply a superpower to fling the Cradily to the ground, another screech come from the grass-type, but as the fight fuelled for a second, Matthew saw there was a lot of work to do.

    “Ok Rhyperbeam, use a Dragon Claw to catch it off guard. Then follow up with a Bubblebeam, then while it’s recovering, charge up a Focus Punch.

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    Pulling Beaker out of the match such that she might be around to see the end of this adventure without fainting in midway, you quickly replace her with a tactically suitable option, that being Fungi the Breloom. Putting to rest any insecurities he might have, you leave the mushroom fighter to his own devices, starting out as he Bulks Up what muscles he has under layers of chitin. The sight of another opponent startles Crawdaunt briefly, but it doesn't take long for the confident creature to grace Fungi with a Leer, letting him know just it thinks of his battle capabilities. Shaking off the visual glare, Fungi proceeds to talk out his response using the short arms his species is well-known for; stretching into a length several times longer than normal, Fungi's right arm swings up a blistering Sky Uppercut that literally sends Crawdaunt flying from the impact.

    Heavily surprised by the strength that Fungi truly possesses, Crawdaunt is granted little time to recover as the Breloom strikes a whipping motion with his tail, launching a storm of Seed Bombs using the collection of botanic spheres gathered at his tail's tip and unleashing a wave of explosions that rock across the crawdad's armour, amplified by its naturally weak disposition to Grass-type moves. Crying in pain and anger Crawdaunt raises its opened pincers, but even as it fires a double dose of Bubblebeams it remains clear that Crawdaunt is weakened and grasping, as Fungi's skin easily absorbs the bubble barrages...


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

    Treepandaone
    Pressing on in your fight against the fossils, you call for further commands in hopes that Rampardos might be caught by enough surprise to pave the way for a win. With his entire forelimb blazing with the mystical power of elemental guardians, Rhyperbeam's Dragon Claw comes hard like a cannon shot, jabbing Rampardos in its chest and knocking it backwards, but all at once the prehistoric Pokémon launches a gleaming energy orb from its open mouth, charged by Ancientpower. Though the hit comes strongly, striking Rhyperbeam against the side of his face, the Rhyperior's Ground typing prevents the attack from performing its full impact. Howling up another roar, Rhyperbeam goes for his continued strategy for the terra-inclined, sending a Bubblebeam by Rampardos' way, just as Feraligatr launches a Dragon Pulse before Cradily's tentacles can reach over to make use its compromised defences. Timed to a near coincidence both Pokémon end up hurled back lightly by the ranged moves, managing to steady themselves aside each other before they run a risk of hitting the wall, while the other occupied Pokémon continue duking it out with each other.

    A brief sideways, almost knowing glance from Cradily and Rampardos catches your puzzlement, but you aren't given much of a reprieve as Rampardos comes charging back in; its blue cranium blazing with cyan energy. Rhyperbeam raises his hand back in preparation, but as energy starts to build up in his knuckle Rampardos rams itself headfirst into Rhyperbeam's chest, and this time little more than a choke escapes the Ground-type's throat as the flinch effect of Zen Headbutt kicks in, dissipating what potential accumulated in his arm. Only moments later, a sizzling Energy Ball slams into the exposed plates where Rhyperbeam's neck is, and as Rhyperbeam writhes in the dual agony you realise both fossils must have coordinated this combination just seconds before. You are not the only one to notice this; as Feraligatr snorts in indignance it takes a step forward, but in a sickly similar fashion with your clash against Tyranitar earlier the reptile lands facefirst, caught by a Grass Knot courtesy of the Barnacle Pokémon who chuckles in deep, ringing tones. Around you, the other Pokémon are starting to wear out as the fights drag on; a noted discoordination as Maya hums overhead as Aerodactyl plagues her, while behind you Mynah and Leona pant audibly while the Brine sizzles against their skin. Everywhere and everyone else is caught amongst similar chaos, and things aren't looking so bright for you as they might have been...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

    Arc_Angel
    Moments almost trickle into minutes, in turn into hours in impression as you look squarely into Xatu's inscrutable eyes. The expression borne by Lucius is a lot less civil; with pulses of dark energy emanating from his claw the Banette is clearly prepared to beat Xatu to the punch if she ends up exhibiting hostility. "Tu? Natunatu?" whimpers her child, as the avian psychic finally puts down her wings.

    "Tu. Xa, tu xa. Xatu." Gently patting her child on the head, Xatu waddles over on its spindly legs while Natu hops closely behind, continuing to look at you with its unreadable gaze. While it doesn't seem that you're in for a fight like you were with Hippowdon, the notion of a wild Pokémon looking at you like a piece of meat as it circles you is disturbing to say the least, and Lucius' countenance starts shifting to one of bewildered irritation.

    "Xa, xa, xa. Xatu, xatu."

    Raising your eyebrow as Xatu finally stops her inspection, raising a wing to her beak almost like a wise sage laughing, you glance at Lucius who likewise mirrors your bemusement, but the sound of Natu's hopping across the floor beckons your attention downwards. Holding the piece of stone in its little mouth before putting it gently at your feet, the chick of eight inches tall flaps its tiny wings as it chirps, evidently leaving you to pick up the piece. "Tuxa, xatuxa, tutu," you hear Xatu speak, apparently to Lucius who nods somewhat slowly in the background as you read the line on the tablet:

    "One whose voice brings misery to many, yet sometimes uplifts the spirits of others."

    A brief flash of light, and your mind's eye is suddenly filled with the vision of a room cluttered with a variety of junk, followed by another large chamber where the walls are emblazoned with the pictures of hooded people; their faces marked by ancient patterns. Looking aside, you find that both Natu and Xatu are nowhere to be seen; only Anna grimacing from the slowly alleviating pain and Lucius scratching his head in wonder, apparently as clueless as you are as to what Xatu just did...

    What will you do now?

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    Pressing on in your fight against the fossils, you call for further commands in hopes that Rampardos might be caught by enough surprise to pave the way for a win. With his entire forelimb blazing with the mystical power of elemental guardians, Rhyperbeam's Dragon Claw comes hard like a cannon shot, jabbing Rampardos in its chest and knocking it backwards, but all at once the prehistoric Pokémon launches a gleaming energy orb from its open mouth, charged by Ancientpower. Though the hit comes strongly, striking Rhyperbeam against the side of his face, the Rhyperior's Ground typing prevents the attack from performing its full impact. Howling up another roar, Rhyperbeam goes for his continued strategy for the terra-inclined, sending a Bubblebeam by Rampardos' way, just as Feraligatr launches a Dragon Pulse before Cradily's tentacles can reach over to make use its compromised defences. Timed to a near coincidence both Pokémon end up hurled back lightly by the ranged moves, managing to steady themselves aside each other before they run a risk of hitting the wall, while the other occupied Pokémon continue duking it out with each other.

    A brief sideways, almost knowing glance from Cradily and Rampardos catches your puzzlement, but you aren't given much of a reprieve as Rampardos comes charging back in; its blue cranium blazing with cyan energy. Rhyperbeam raises his hand back in preparation, but as energy starts to build up in his knuckle Rampardos rams itself headfirst into Rhyperbeam's chest, and this time little more than a choke escapes the Ground-type's throat as the flinch effect of Zen Headbutt kicks in, dissipating what potential accumulated in his arm. Only moments later, a sizzling Energy Ball slams into the exposed plates where Rhyperbeam's neck is, and as Rhyperbeam writhes in the dual agony you realise both fossils must have coordinated this combination just seconds before. You are not the only one to notice this; as Feraligatr snorts in indignance it takes a step forward, but in a sickly similar fashion with your clash against Tyranitar earlier the reptile lands facefirst, caught by a Grass Knot courtesy of the Barnacle Pokémon who chuckles in deep, ringing tones. Around you, the other Pokémon are starting to wear out as the fights drag on; a noted discoordination as Maya hums overhead as Aerodactyl plagues her, while behind you Mynah and Leona pant audibly while the Brine sizzles against their skin. Everywhere and everyone else is caught amongst similar chaos, and things aren't looking so bright for you as they might have been...
    Pressing on in his fight against the fossils, Matthew called more attacks to his starter Pokémon, a deep belief coursing through his system that he could defeat the Pharaoh’s Pokémon and save the world from his evil, hoping his next attacks would be enough to catch the Fossils by surprise and pave the way for a win. As Matthew looked on in angst and support, he saw Rhyperbeam charge up the power of the elemental guardians as his newly sharpened claws as he socked Rampardos in the chest with the dragon claw, the impact sounding like it was shot out of a cannon. Feeling better, Matthew shouted encouragement, only to see the prehistoric Pokémon launch a gleaming ball of energy from its mouth, as the Ancient Power hit Rhyperbeam in the mouth.

    As Matthew noticed the attack that was usually so powerful, he remembered that Rhyperbeam was part ground type, and as such it buffered the attack, preventing it from being at full power. Howling up another roar, Rhyperbeam continued the strategy Matthew had thought of just moments ago by sending a Bubblebeam by Rampardos’ way. As Matthew turned to his right, he also noticed Feraligatr launching a Dragon Pulse before Cradily could use its tentacles to make use of its compromised defense. As the attacks soared over with near coincidence, Matthew saw the two Pokémon hurled back slightly from the ranged moves, both managing to stay on their feet and steady themselves just before they ran into the wall as other occupied Pokémon continued ducking it out with each other.

    As the two Pokémon stopped, they gave each other an almost knowing glace that Matthew picked up on, puzzling him deeply. Pushing away the thought for the time being, Matthew saw Rampardos come charging back in; its blue cranium blazing with energy. As Rhyperbeam raised a hand in defense, Matthew saw the energy of the attack start to build up in its knuckle, only for Rampardos to ram itself head-first into Rhyperbeam’s chest. As a small choke escaped from Rhyperbeam’s mouth, Matthew was confused, only to see that the attack had flinched the Rock-Pokémon as any potential accumulated in his arms was shattered. A second later, Matthew saw a sizzling Energy Ball slam into the exposed plates where Rhyperbeam’s neck is, as Matthew suddenly realized the earlier glace was a coordination of combinations as Rhyperbeam writhed in the dual agony of its weakness’. As Feraligatr also noticed this, Matthew saw it snort in indignance as it took a step forward, but memory coined a déjŕ vu for Matthew as he remembered back to his fight with the Earlier Tyranitar as the reptile landed face first on the hard concrete floor, caught by the grass knot of the Cradilly. As Matthew heard the deep, ringing tone of sinister laughter emitting from the grass fossil’s voice, Matthew took the time to look around at the situation, it apparently dire as the Pokémon began to wear out as the fights dragged on; Matthew noting a lack of co-ordination as Maya hummed overhead as the Aerodactyl plagued her, while behind him Mynah and Leona panted audibly while their skin sizzled from a brine attack. Looking at the chaos and destruction around him, Matthew came up with another plan

    “Use a Swords Dance to boost your power and then if he runs in with another headbutt, use a Dynamic Punch on the back of that weak neck of his. After that use an Aqua Tail; aim on its spine.”

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    Moments almost trickle into minutes, in turn into hours in impression as you look squarely into Xatu's inscrutable eyes. The expression borne by Lucius is a lot less civil; with pulses of dark energy emanating from his claw the Banette is clearly prepared to beat Xatu to the punch if she ends up exhibiting hostility. "Tu? Natunatu?" whimpers her child, as the avian psychic finally puts down her wings.

    "Tu. Xa, tu xa. Xatu." Gently patting her child on the head, Xatu waddles over on its spindly legs while Natu hops closely behind, continuing to look at you with its unreadable gaze. While it doesn't seem that you're in for a fight like you were with Hippowdon, the notion of a wild Pokémon looking at you like a piece of meat as it circles you is disturbing to say the least, and Lucius' countenance starts shifting to one of bewildered irritation.

    "Xa, xa, xa. Xatu, xatu."

    Raising your eyebrow as Xatu finally stops her inspection, raising a wing to her beak almost like a wise sage laughing, you glance at Lucius who likewise mirrors your bemusement, but the sound of Natu's hopping across the floor beckons your attention downwards. Holding the piece of stone in its little mouth before putting it gently at your feet, the chick of eight inches tall flaps its tiny wings as it chirps, evidently leaving you to pick up the piece. "Tuxa, xatuxa, tutu," you hear Xatu speak, apparently to Lucius who nods somewhat slowly in the background as you read the line on the tablet:

    "One whose voice brings misery to many, yet sometimes uplifts the spirits of others."

    A brief flash of light, and your mind's eye is suddenly filled with the vision of a room cluttered with a variety of junk, followed by another large chamber where the walls are emblazoned with the pictures of hooded people; their faces marked by ancient patterns. Looking aside, you find that both Natu and Xatu are nowhere to be seen; only Anna grimacing from the slowly alleviating pain and Lucius scratching his head in wonder, apparently as clueless as you are as to what Xatu just did...

    What will you do now?
    The tension was thick and choking the air out of Stacey. A staredown had begun and didn't appear to be drawing to a close anytime soon and as much as she wanted to look down to Anna to reassess her condition she couldn't tear her gaze away from the hypnotic eyes fo Xatu. Lucius floated slightly off to the side but enough in front of the pair to suggest protection, his eyes harsh, daring the bird to strike as energy crackled around his hands, a show of power and strength. For what felt like at last 10 minutes the occupants of the room stood still, like a freeze frame in a film ready for someone to press play and let loose the next sequence of action whatever it may be. Natu was the first to move and with a frightened chirp to its mother the Xatu slowly dropped her outstretched wings. Stacey didn't dare relax, too many times before had her pleas for peace and understanding having fallen on deaf ear but Xatu looked more passive, dare she hope?

    Lucius kept his eerie red eyes trained on Xatu as she spoke to her child, a comforting word and pat on the head before she headed in their direction. Walking on legs not designed for such an action Xatu began to circle Stacey as Lucius looked on with annoyance wanting an answer, was he to battle or not? Stacey felt her body shudder as she was examined intensely, as if the bird was looking for the slightest flaw ... and she had many to find. Xatu finally finished with her circling appraisal stood back wing to beak and Stacey could swear there was a smile there. Lucius would have raised an eyebrow if he could mirroring his trainer but for now he shrugged. Drawn from the older bird she heard lighter hopping and saw the little Natu approaching tablet in mouth as it drops it by her feet backing off afterwards. Stacey crouched down to pick it up as Xatu had a quick word with Lucius, the Banette nodding his head at her words.

    "One whose voice brings misery to many, yet sometimes uplifts the spirits of others."

    These tablets all had such confusing information on them and never seemed to fit together. As she finished those thoughts a couple of images suddenly flashed through her mind, a small room cluttered with a variety of items, none of them looking useful; the other of a much larger chamber, the walls painted with pictures of hooded men and women, their faces painted with symbols. Blinking rapidly as the vision left Stacey stood up noticing that Natu and Xatu had pulled a disappearing act and she was left alone in the room with just her Pokemon, Lucius looking equally as confused by the whole thing.

    "Thank you," Stacey whispered smiling placing the tablet in a pocked on her dress and walking over to Anna. In a hidden fold in the cloths of her dress she procured a Potion (1 of 3 for reference), and began to spray it on to her yellow fur hoping to heal what damage Xatu had inflicted.

    "We had better find those two rooms then," she said aloud as Lucius nodded in the background rubbing a hand across his chin thoughtfully. Anna had a dejected yet annoyed look on her face at having been dispose of so easily.

    "You're still young love, don't take it so hard, she was obviously very strong. You need to pick your battles wisely," Stacey said as Anna snorted still feeling confident in her abilities, she was strong, that stupid bird just caught her off guard.

    "We should go see that Missy and Eve are alright and inform Knoll of what we discovered. Perhaps I should carry you?" Anna bristled at the suggestion and slowly made it to her feet feeling stronger already. Taking careful steps she began to make her way out of the room anc back to the balcony. Stacey smiled as Lucius grinned, remembering such confidence and pure bolchiness in himself when he was younger ... well he hadn't really grown out of that.

    Following the lead of her Jolteon who began to pcik up speed as her trainer approached not wanting to reveal any more weakness than she already had the three of them soon were walking down the steps again. Stacey had enough of walking up and down stairs today and was ready for a rest but they needed to find the rest of the tablet whilst it was still daytime. Approaching Knoll she handed informed him of what had occurred upstairs as well as the vision of two rooms hoping he had more of an insight to where they could be, Stacey hoped at least one was here.
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    The Isle of Talas

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    Pulling Beaker out of the match such that she might be around to see the end of this adventure without fainting in midway, you quickly replace her with a tactically suitable option, that being Fungi the Breloom. Putting to rest any insecurities he might have, you leave the mushroom fighter to his own devices, starting out as he Bulks Up what muscles he has under layers of chitin. The sight of another opponent startles Crawdaunt briefly, but it doesn't take long for the confident creature to grace Fungi with a Leer, letting him know just it thinks of his battle capabilities. Shaking off the visual glare, Fungi proceeds to talk out his response using the short arms his species is well-known for; stretching into a length several times longer than normal, Fungi's right arm swings up a blistering Sky Uppercut that literally sends Crawdaunt flying from the impact.

    Heavily surprised by the strength that Fungi truly possesses, Crawdaunt is granted little time to recover as the Breloom strikes a whipping motion with his tail, launching a storm of Seed Bombs using the collection of botanic spheres gathered at his tail's tip and unleashing a wave of explosions that rock across the crawdad's armour, amplified by its naturally weak disposition to Grass-type moves. Crying in pain and anger Crawdaunt raises its opened pincers, but even as it fires a double dose of Bubblebeams it remains clear that Crawdaunt is weakened and grasping, as Fungi's skin easily absorbs the bubble barrages...
    With a witty swap, Wes grinned cockily with the twofold type advantage he’d now be exploiting. In turn, Breloom cawed passionately as he doled imaginary punched into the air, the thoughts of the crabby punchbag soon to be in its place. It was time to up their game... Flexing and gritting in a constipated face as his ectomorphic belly bulked and buffed into a hard-tuned six pack. Crawdaunt didn’t look too happy, reared back slightly in sights of a new opponent. It could’ve been a major shift in the battle dynamics, however the hardy crayfish foe remained unfazed as always, waddling forward and squinting as he huffed and puffed. The green mushroom jerked in setback, stopped dead in his tracks by the technique with a slight chip to his defence. Wes wobbled slightly, the whole plan could go to shambles if Fungi lost his bravado. Breloom whirled his noggin and looked sideways to shake off the leer attack, recoiling his claw like fist as it pumped with power. A few light skips forward and the fungus fighter met his enemy, the tan fist leaping out of the boxers stubby body and extending to a length most onlookers would be baffled by. *SOCK!* Fungi kick started the uppercut, the heavy crustacean beginning to lift off of the ground surely but surely. After a few seconds the giant crab ripped from the cobbled floor at a breakneck pace, Breloom light-footedly thrusting skyward and sending the red lobster straight into the corridor’s ceiling. Wes affirmed his grin.

    Not much had to be said that the enemy was caught off guard, plopping back onto the tiled flooring with a weak yelp. It panted and lowered its spiky appendages, taking a quick rest much to Fungi’s delight. The mushroom reptile chirped animatedly, well into his battling groove as he franticly swished his lengthy tail. The clusters of seeds sprouting on its tip began flickering a lime green aura, his bulk up providing some extra power to the herbatious appendage. As if the fighting manoeuvre didn’t look hard-nosed enough, Wes was in awe as several thick green bullets launched forward. In turn, the missiles exploded on impact, seed after seed causing a critical blow. The cheap route of type spamming was without doubt fun to take advantage of, and with the Crawdad giving little less of a rebuttal than a Bubblebeam, things were falling into place. With a flurry of frothy spheres flurrying from its hefty pincers, Fungi amply braced himself. The watery beam blasted against the shrubs glossy skin, causing a few scuffs but nothing more than a heavy watering. The fighter shivered off his damp coat, releasing an encouraging “Loom!” as he readied for orders. Wes stepped forward, ready to do what he did best in hopes of beating the hardy lobster,

    “Lull it to sleep with some Spores, then beat it down with a well-aimed Dynamic Punch. Our final forte shall be a Giga Impact!”

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    Delegated with what is likely the most important of tasks in this mission, you promptly relay orders to your team for this battle; knowing the enemy to be notably powerful in its own right even with a matchup of two against one. For its haughty banter earlier the Gengar remains silent, appearing more dangerous in this mode than in its form as an inscrutable voice. Without warning Floatzel applies his strengths as the team's speed demon, ramming into Gengar with a forceful Aqua Jet, the hit glancing right off but achieving its intended aim as Luxray fires her Thunder Wave straight at the spiritual foe. Electricity appears to dance all over Gengar's ectoplasmic form, but as this occurs instinct prompts you to glance at the ground ahead of you. A dark patch from which light has been obscured seems to jolt a random aspect in your memory, but by the time you realise that something is wrong, Luxray's bark of indignance and surprise alerts you to Gengar cascading like falling liquid into its shadow below, leaving an empty shell of black that pops like a bubble as the shadow swarms about you, landing below your feet. A strong impact, lunged into your stomach, followed by the sensation of flying as Gengar's Shadow Punch knocks you down, and picking yourself up you spot Floatzel and Luxray launched each by a ghostly knuckle sandwich.

    Quick on the uptake, Floatzel promptly grabs the spectral hand in his own to take a Crunch out of it, and following his lead Luxray quickly swerves for a Bite at the hand at her gut. A scream, coming out more as a hiss, is heard in the centre of all the fighting as Gengar reassembles itself out of the shadows, but its mouth, curved downwards from pain, soon takes on a nasty expression, and a moment later you hear howls of agony from your own Pokémon. Releasing his grip from the knuckles, fizzling with yellow sparks from a Thunderpunch, Floatzel falls to the floor in a thud as Luxray soon joins him, her mouth puffing smoke from a burn left behind by a Fire Punch...
    "Luxray! Floatzel!" Stark screamed as tears flew from his eyes. Whether they were from the pain he felt from the Shadow Punch he took or because his partners had collapsed he wasn't sure. Nor did he care. As quickly as he could he ran over to Luxray and kneeled down next to her, letting one hand rest on her now unconscious body. As far as he could tell she would be alright. Assuming they were to get out of here. As it was Gengar had proven just how powerful it really was. In the course of just a few moves he had managed to KO two of Stark's strongest allies.

    His free hand reached down and retrieved a pair of pokéballs from his belt enlarging them as he brought them up so that he could split them apart into each hand and aim them at his fallen friends. A flash of bright light encompassed electric lion and the sea otter and just as quickly as it had appeared the light vanished along with the two pokémon.

    "You did well. Both of you. I never would have made it this far without you protecting me. Get some rest. It's my turn now," Stark said to the pokéballs before returning them to his belt and grabbing another. His brow furrowed as his face took on a sneer directed right at the ghostly enemy. No longer was he feeling afraid of Gengar. Any fear he might have been feeling, any desire to work things out peacefully, any ideas he might have tried to come up with were now a thing of the past. Now all he wanted was to put the ghost down once and for all for all of the harm the menace had caused to everyone it had come into contact with.

    Stark's arm drew back as he wound up and tossed the pokéball out in front of him, letting the light from it dissipate to reveal a large Typhlosion. Stark smiled. He couldn't help it. Of all his pokémon, Typhlosion was the one he had bonded the closest with. He couldn't help, but think about how far his partner had come from their days of wandering the countryside of Mediville. Back then Stark carried had let him ride on his shoulder to keep him company. Nowadays, something like that was inconceivable considering the fact that Stark could quite possibly ride Typhlosion if the need ever occurred. With any luck, Stark hoped things would never come to that even though Typhlosion was quite possibly the most powerful pokémon on his team. No longer a timed little creature, but a force of nature itself.

    "I'd love to sit and tell you how good it is to see you, but we really don't have the time nor the luxury. I need your help pal," Stark said to his longtime partner, "That Gengar needs to be stopped once and for all, but we need to be careful. It already took Luxray and Floatzel out in short order."

    Stark waited a moment to let any lingering doubts about how to proceed fade away and then shouted to his partner, "Alright Typhlosion, use Fire Shield to protect yourself. Keep your eyes on Gengar. It likes to strike from below. Once your protected I want you to hit it with a Flamethrower. Finally give it a taste of your Flash Cannon. Now go get 'em Typhlosion!


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    The Isle of Talas

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    Replying to your command with another confident cry, Fungi taps into the powers of his botanic half, releasing a series of Spores from his mouth this time, floating towards the heaving lobsterin a deceptively benign cloud. Incapable of a timely reaction, the Crawdaunt's eyes briefly widen in almost knowing dread, before they droop along with the weary Water-type, easing to the flooring in a series of dull clunks. Having put the enemy out of reacting, Fungi charges ahead for a Dynamicpunch, swinging his fist in a glowing knuckle sandwich that almost seems to cut the air with its overflowing power. Flung and swung into a world between stupor and agony, the Crawdaunt gives another bellow of pain that dwindles softer with each jerk as it somewhat bounces across the marble, headed over the boundary of the central platform, groaning one last time before it splashes unceremoniously into the waters with a flourish of froth.

    It takes a while for your beating hearts to calm down with the rippling water, but once you've ascertained that Crawdaunt is most definitely not resurfacing you make your way to the centre of the chamber, blinking at the very middle of the platform. For some reason, you don't remember there being a spiraling stairway built into the stone, although regardless of its existence the passage downwards does appear to be the only way forward... so to speak.

    Minutes pass by, stretching into a near half hour as you descend the steps shining in shades of sapphire, just about the only light source available to you in the dark spiral, feeling a mite bizarre at the idea of walking in the middle of what could be masses of water and stone. A squeak from Piplup announces, however, the end of your descent for now as you step into another chamber, lit by a faint aquamarine glow that suggests mystic forces clearly at work here. Looking around, you spot a pedestal in the centre of the room, with a pillar of white light emanating above it, suspending a sextet of what appear to be circular seals. Closer inspection lets you see that the tiles are marked with a variety of Water Pokémon: Politoed, Mantine, Kingler, Ludicolo, Cloyster and Wailord, and noticing Fungi and Piplup at the further end you walk over to find a heavy, granite door preventing any deeper access. Seven round indentations arranged in a semicircle glare squarely at you; the second hole from the left already filled with a circular Floatzel seal. All of a sudden words begin to appear on the door, much like the patterns did in the last door:

    "The path to the legend, watched over by the goddess of rainbows, so to shall be revealed by those who honour the blessing of light over the oceans."

    What will you do now?


    Atlas City

    Emporium Hotel

    Stark
    The deployment of Luxray and Floatzel having ended them in exhaustion and defeat, you recall both of them with hormones and emotion racing through your system like a virus. As determination and indignance like never before rages in you, you fling out a PokéBall from which an instant haze of warmth pours forth as its contents are revealed. With your trusted starter at your side, Typhlosion notes your remarks with resolute grunts before joining your glaring contest at Gengar. For some reason Gengar looks a lot more agitated at Typhlosion's presence, and looking around the answer suddenly dawns on you: with the flames on Typhlosion's back, the mystical thirteenth floor has instantly become less dark, and while none of the opposing Ghosts have shown symptoms of discomfort, there is certainly a significant lack of shadows from which Gengar can ply its spectral powers.

    A roar issues from Typhlosion's throat, as he surrounds himself in one of the heat shimmers that his species is known for, locking himself within a Fire Shield as Gengar screeches in apparent frustration. Lunging forward as a stormy, dark aura surrounds it, Gengar half turns into a black, blazing comet headed straight for Typhlosion's shield, but the instant contact is made with the burning barrier Gengar's energy accumulation pops like a bubble, turning its yells of anger into agony as the heat burns through the Sucker Punch tactic it was attempting to use. As Typhlosion wavers back into view, the burning wolverine's mouth explodes with a ferocious Flamethrower, instantly bathing the Shadow Pokémon in a fiery torrent. Above all the chaos of battle around you Gengar's shriek seems to resound the loudest of all, and when the fire clears you notice part of its ectoplasmic form scorched blacker than normal, having an appearance highly resembling that of flaking ashes.

    "Grr... rrrrgh..." Getting to its feet, Gengar's eyes sparkle with unrelenting malice while it floats, negative energy concentrating this time in its claws while Typhlosion gladly reciprocates the gesture. With a banshee's battle cry Gengar fires its Dark Pulse forward, at which Typhlosion releases the lustrous power collecting in its palms, meeting the wave of darkness with his Flash Cannon. Fragmented wisps of energy, neutralised by the elemental clash, fly off the point of collision like sparks against a blacksmith's anvil, but much to Gengar's horror Typhlosion ends up pushing through as the shadows become absorbed by the brilliance, leaving the attack to slam into the spectre in a glittering explosion of light. Looking all around you, you notice that the constant plaguing of the Haunter has clearly started to show its results: with the pressure of the local children and the radiant blast Typhlosion managed, fraying ropes of shadow have made themselves apparent from the Haunter's fingers, exposed by the badgered Pokémon's crumbling attempts to keep everything together.

    "So you think this is it, eh?" A hiss makes its way into your ears, and you instantly tell that Gengar, while no longer appearing to possess its sense of dangerous wisecracks, is at its most deadly. "You think we're going to let you walk away from this unscathed? We will ensure that you fall here, live the despair and loss that we have, until the darkness consumes you..."

    The sound of music suddenly wafts about you, and out of sudden instinct you clutch at your chest through your clothes; overwhelmed by an inexplicable wave of sadness and fading hope. Around you, the groans and whimpers of people and Pokémon alike are heard, and with a jolt you recognise what's going on: the effects of Perish Song beginning to work...

    What will you do now?


    The Lost City of Sobek

    The Caiman Temple

    Treepandaone
    With the pressure piling on in the battle against the prehistoric Pokémon, you nevertheless renew your focus on Rampardos, predicting more of its close combat tactics as you call for Rhyperbeam to up his own ante. Jabbing his arms as energy surrounds them, Rhyperbeam applies his Swords Dance as Feraligatr stands in front of him, pressing its claws to the floor. Without warning a wave of Water Pulse rises from between the cracks in the tiling, cascading over to the stunned pair before crashing onto them, and as the water washes away you find the two fossils lumbering at each other in apparent confusion.

    Cracking a smirk from the side of its jaw, Feraligatr proceeds to take a deep breath before releasing a storm of snow and ice from its mouth, thoroughly coating Cradily and Rampardos in a fierce Blizzard, and as a thick layer of ice starts caking around the ocean barnacle you find yourself smirking as well. However, Rampardos is left otherwise unaffected in status, and bellowing it thunders in a most erratic fashion towards you; its body a blazing mass of blue with its body silhouetted in outlines. Raising its cannon hand as a signal to Feraligatr of command over the situation, Rhyperbeam raises his arms as Rampardos comes crashing in with its Head Smash, grinding against his plated torso with enough force to drag up a series of tiles as Rhyperbeam is pushed backwards. Gritting his teeth determinedly Rhyperbeam brings down his hand, driving a Dynamicpunch right at the base of the dinosaur's head.

    As it crashes to the floor in a rise of smashed tiles, little time is granted to Rampardos before Feraligatr opens its jaws again, familiar energy focused within the teeth while Rhyperbeam smashes his macetail on the Rock-type's back, causing an explosion of water with his Aqua Tail technique just as Feraligatr looses one of its delibitating Hydro Cannon. Bursting with almost the force of a geyser, Rampardos is lost within a storm of liquid and energy, almost throwing you back from the incredible impact, and by the time the wall of water falls back the sight of Rampardos' sprawled limbs indicates its incapability of continuing.

    Just as you get your breath back, a reminiscent screech indicates the presence of the other enemy; as the frozen status begins to wear off, chunks of ice slip and slide off Cradily's body as its tentacles wave in threatening motions. With Feraligatr exhausted from its attack, it looks like you'll have to handle Cradily by yourself...


    The Lost City of Rebus

    The House of Arctosia

    Arc_Angel
    Left mulling the given information over, Knoll's face curves into a thoughtful expression while you await his two cents on the matter; your assorted teammates clamouring about the two of you in similar anticipation.

    "Considering the scenario, I don't think the other two -- Cubone and Shuppet, I mean -- could have gone far. From what you've told me, Stacey, they seem like child Pokémon; not quite capable of fending for themselves and less willing to venture out of familiar territory. It's highly likely that the visions you experienced were courtesy of Xatu in an attempt to help us," Knoll offers. "I can't say I've seen a room full of portraits, although I think we might be able to find something downstairs. Most of the rooms there seemed to be filled with junk."

    Whining, protesting synapses going up your aching limbs aside, you feel hopeful in that exploring the basement with Knoll this time you might be able to yield something. As the day's light vanishes overhead you spot Wilfrid suddenly begin glowing with the familiar flames of Will-o-wisp; clearly part of the balloon's impressive repertoire of moves as the underground network is lit up for your viewing. As the blue radiance bounces off the arched hallways you feel a distinct sense of mental asphyxiation, as though you were part of the grime and dirt and darkness, left to be forgotten by the surface world above.

    "Not very pleasant, I know," sighs Knoll, as Eve whimpers lightly at the unfamiliar environment. "But perhaps, now that all of us are here, we'll be able to conduct a more thorough search."

    Moving in small groups but not too far away from one another, you walk along with Missy, Anna, Eve and Lucius, amongst the abandoned walls while peering into the various alcoves; each littered with what appear to be broken pottery, simple furniture with structures on the vague verge of collapse, robes where dust has tarnished any original colour they might have still retained. If this was a place of learning, were these the living quarters for the scholars? Did they live in such darkness -- and did they, likewise, perish here? Buried beneath the ground, the place half feels like a tomb, and as this thought crosses your mind you take a gulp that almost echoes against the walls, when a hissing from Lucius catches your attention. Hurrying to another room, a familiar scene of utter untidiness greets you as you gaze into a room, piled with faded cloth, ceramic, fragments of unknown miscellanea, and flittering about the pile is the little Ghost-type you know you've been searching for.

    Your presence, as before, doesn't go unnoticed, and as it turns around you see Shuppet's eyes filled with apprehension. Extending a hand forward, Lucius steps ahead, speaking in calm but firm tones, at which Shuppet gives a frightened squeal before turning around shivering. For a while, nothing seems to happen until you feel something tapping at your shoulder, but when you turn around nothing seems to be behind you... until a pair of blue and yellow eyes flicker out of nowhere. Jumping a little, you watch as the Shadow Sneaks past you, beaning Lucius on the back of his head, drawing the Banette back as he growls at the interference.

    "PPPPPPPBBBHT!" Blowing a long, loud raspberry at all of you, Shuppet emits another flurry of giggles as it reveals the piece of tablet from under its shroud-like body, and in an instant your view is treated to the sight of five identical Shuppet waving five identical slates: clear evidence of Double Team in motion. Still cackling the images vanish one by one into the surrounding walls and piles, leaving the last one to pull a rude face before it, too, disappears...

    What will you do now?

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