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    The Isle of Talas

    The Western Pyramid

    Empoleon Dynamite
    The news that your journey is, quite certainly, reaching its destined end, puts quite a spring in your step. Where you had begun with a journey of goodwill for a stranger transformed into one of your preferred species of Pokémon, being dragged around a gigantic monument by the whims of unseen forces and having your limits pushed both mentally and physically has left you thankful for a resolution soon to come. By now even the bizarre circumstances of the pool can't deter you from stepping to your conclusion, and soon enough you feel your feet against the solid black platform. Taking a few moments to catch breaths and flash a confident smile at Piplup you hold the three keys together in your hand, briefly wondering if any stimuli might be necessary until you feel the items pulse gently within your grasp. Peering at your palms you find the three keys radiate with the gentle gleam of light dancing off the ocean, and further downwards you almost jump slightly at the black platform taking on the same visual effects. Tightly Piplup clutches to your pant leg, not having expected this outcome, and Beaker begins scuttling around while waving her pincers in frustration.

    Various thoughts run through your head, but none of them manage to account for what happens next: the solid black tile beginning to sink through the water -- which, after a fleeting instance of panic, you realise isn't being consumed by the water, but instead sinking a path by depression on its own. You give Beaker a bewildered look, answered by one conceding defeat from the Ruffian Pokémon, giving up any further attempt to understand the Pyramid's workings -- or, indeed, what it has in store for you. The situation's ambiguity doesn't improve as blue gives way to black, the water forming an inexplicable ceiling as you continue moving downward in a field of darkness, save for a spotlight of illumination you only realise when the blackness is all around you and the blue is tens of metres above. What is going on? you ponder, a thought quickly followed by, Is this an... arena of some sort?

    You resist the urge to drag your palm down your face as, almost like reading your mind, lights flicker on all around, revealing the three of you to be standing in the centre of tiled flooring much like what you'd see in a ballroom; the black platform only one of several... hundreds, by the look of it. At this depth you have a firm impression that you're as deep as you can go in the pyramid, judging by the size of this floor. As far as you can see a wall several metres high surrounds the circle of tiles, lined with crowds of little... blue... things? You're certain you've heard of those creatures before, but you're definitely sure they're not human. You briefly scan them with the PokéDex running on its minimum power, gleaning the name "Phione".

    "That was great, phi! You breezed through the challenges like they were nothing, phi!" The bright voice, almost childlike, draws your attention to one far end of the stadium where one of the Pokémon has ascended what seems to be a commentator's booth. "Although, it's somewhat disappointing to see that you're almost done, phi. We had a lot of fun watching you!" The excited cries of "Phi! Phi!" ring through the chamber, and for once you're not quite sure whether to feel flattered or annoyed at the ocean drifters.

    "Just one last game before you have to go, phi. Good luck!"

    Any excitement you might otherwise have had seems to drain out of your face as the words "one last game" echo in your subconscious, but as a shadow looms suddenly above you survival instinct kicks in, and taking Beaker and Piplup into a run you flee from the shade, a terrible crash booming from behind you. Scarcely daring to, you nevertheless turn to find an uncoiling Gyarados: undoubtedly the final challenge the Phione spoke of. With a roar Gyarados declares its presence and fury as it uncoils its full serpentine length, joined by a wild cheer -- more of a squeal, really -- from the spectators. Everything's boiled down to this, and regardless of how you might feel about being live entertainment for a motley population of sea angels, the show must go on...
    Wes reached into his pockets, the brass artefacts jingling against each over as the caught them in a firm grasp. Their pyramid expedition was reaching an anticipated conclusion – Piplup would soon be back to his ordinary self and they’d set sail for a new region. Everything was running smoothly, although the boy couldn’t help shivering at the thought their Talas escapade was still ripe with challenge. He shrugged off these thoughts, presenting the keys in his open palms, each imbued with Mind, Body and Soul. Wes brushed his feet semi-patiently against the solid black platform, rustling his two hands together as the keys shook about – hoping to catalyse some sort of reaction. “Come on...” Wes looked down at the two Pokémon, unsure whether they were at a loss for some sort of key hole. Suddenly, the trinkets glittered to life, refracting white rays against the soothing waves of the interior ruins. They pulsed wildly, Wes’s heart soon following suit until they were in sync. The slate tile flushed a bright white too, its lively vibrations causing the frightened Piplup to cling onto the boy’s leg. Wes pulled the crustacean back by one of his horns as he hardily fidgeted around the black square with her pincers flailing intolerantly.

    “Is this supposed to happen?” thoughts rushed through the boys head, too many to keep track of as he wondered what the hell was going on – the signs weren’t good. The solid black tile suddenly lost its buoyancy, fleeting downwards at a pace none of the three could counter. Wes panicked, haphazardly trying to lunge for another tile in time but missing a step he felt himself and the ruffian hankering deep into the dark abyss. Wes was unsure if they’d sprung a trap or if it was merely a passageway to something bigger and better. The boy’s fingers wriggle against the collection of dust particles illuminated by the ominous spotlight. Suddenly, water flushed of the archaic walls and quite spectacularly bowled their way up to the ceiling – an ocean spectacle that was both unnatural yet awe-inspiring. The speedy decent softened and the boy felt himself able to stand without the support of the nearby crustacean, giving him fine time to scope out the backdrop. Admittedly there wasn’t much to look at, no shrines, no inscription, just an open canvas. The beautiful upward rapids spat sprays of white downward like a weak rainfall, it looked like some sort of sea cavern arena...

    Wes delicately paced circles around the dimly lit space, several floodlights immediately dawning on the trio, bathing them with an unpleasant luminosity. Wes squinted, recoiling slightly and shielding his eyes from the spotlights, what was going on? With some new found radiance the boy strained across the rest of the ballroom, they weren’t alone. Wes jumped out of his skin, Piplup following suit and Beaker raising her claws for action. Hundreds of bobbing figures crammed in what could only be compared to an arena stand. Wes tried to define their species – spotting out their ribbon-like antennae stemming off their jelly-like swim bladder. Their bodies were considerably smaller, the two-limbed species sporting a glittery ruby on the centre of their chests. One thing that could be distinguished from their biology was their typing, but how come Wes hadn’t seen them before?

    “Water types are my forte, if I can’t make out what these fairies are then they must be rare!” Wes remarked, waving his Pokedex over the stand with what remaining power it had left. “Phione?” Wes asked himself, making odds of the animated sea drifters matching that of the LCD’s sprite. He’d never been face to face with a real legendary! No less a water-type, Wes grinned slightly in disbelief, wondering if they held the key to Piplup’s uncanny metamorphosis.

    "That was great, phi! You breezed through the challenges like they were nothing, phi!" Wes’s ears flickered to the squeaky tenor, matching it up to one of the sea angel perched in a commentator’s booth. What was this? Some sort of tribunal? Wes was flattered by the comment, but suddenly overcome with a fog of bewilderment,

    “Challenges?” Wes interrupted rather confusedly.

    "Although, it's somewhat disappointing to see that you're almost done, phi. We had a lot of fun watching you!" Phione continued, shiftless on settling the boy’s puzzlement. A roaring crowd of phi’s ensues, the boy pulling at his collar nervously. He got the vibe he’d been sucked into some sort of Gladiator film, quaking in his sneakers as to what may follow on. If he was almost done he wasn’t going to fall at the last hurdle, apprehensively taking a firm grip of a familiar Quick Ball.

    "Just one last game before you have to go, phi. Good luck!"

    “Oh joy”, he replied sarcastically, “if these brainteasers are your idea of a game then I can’t wait to see what you’ve saved for last!” the boy’s cocky disposition suddenly cowers into a spineless recoil, the unsettling thuds dislodging bits of tile like a mighty earthquake. Suddenly! A mighty Gyarados snakes its way in, the tall serpent bending rearward and unleashing a bloodcurdling roar! Wes squeezed the Pokeball harder than ever, unable to move a muscle in the wake of such a scaly beast. The snake uncoils to its full length, swishing its tail rather forcefully to an uproar of squeals from the animated crowd. It all boiled down to one battle, and Wes knew he had his work cut out for him. Despite the withering heights, the show had to go on; he had a crowd to please.

    “Y-Your up, Brawly!” Wes called, throwing the blue and yellow sphere forward. The metal ball clanked against the rocky surface before bursting open in an illumination of yellow light. The adolescent croc summersaults from the rupture of dimming luminance, landing upward with the support of his tail before release a rough growl. Standing at no taller than 4-foot, the hardy Croconaw was out of his depth - however he could still pack a mighty punch and Wes knew his speed would come in handy. It was a classic David and Goliath moment, they’d need to think sharp, “Dragon Dance, followed by a swift Waterfall up the side of the arena and a Thrashing decent! Keep on your feet okay!”

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    The Lost City of Rebus

    The Mystic Temple

    Arc_Angel
    With Lucius the one to suffer monumental damage this time, and without a definite method of self-recovery, you beckon to Lucius with a few precious berries in hand; the request coming off more like an order. Desperately peering at Knoll, you see the man nod silently while your Banette glares witheringly, scowling at you as he realises how you've played his strong sense of pride against himself. A strangled cry is heard from Skuntank near the edge of your vision; a glance informs you of Wilfrid putting the command into action as his four arms Constrict themselves about the Dark-type, actually managing to lift the floundering mammal off the ground in disorientation. Grumbling Lucius swipes the berries from your grasp, opening his zipper mouth and popping them in, the healing effects kicking in a few seconds later.

    "Skun! Skuntank!" Your attention drawn back to the enemy, you're alarmed to see waves of dark energy begin to flicker about the bound beast, and recognising the technique as well Lucius valiantly brings his arms together in crossed formation. For the next few moments your heart pumps in your mouth as you wonder if Lucius was in time, but eventually the Dark Pulse attempt falters completely, blocked by Lucius' Imprisonment of the shared knowledge. Unable to hold onto the weight anymore Wilfrid lets Skuntank go, dropping it in a thump that lights a small grin of satisfaction amongst the collection of ghosts.

    "Of course; Berries." Seemingly inspired by your own usage of the fruit, Knoll appears to rifle through his own belongings, producing a half-blue, half-green berry that you vaguely remember possessing a few specimens of, but was never quite sure of what purpose they served. Regardless, you catch on to what Knoll has planned; a shout of "Catch, Wilfird!" is followed with Knoll hurling the Berry into Wilfrid's waiting arm. For a second time Wilfrid presents a show of his Natural Gift, surrounding the Apicot Berry in an earthy glow before dropping the attack onto Skuntank in point-blank range. A loud wail is heard from Skuntank, opposed to a Screech with that skill locked up by Lucius as well, and no time is given for Skuntank to recover as Lucius unleashes Icy Wind all over it while Wilfrid moves back to his original placing.

    Without any distinct outburst or response and Skuntank being mostly obscured by the fog you ponder if the battle hasn't ended, but a raising of its tail convinces you otherwise. Lashing nastily in midair the fur bristles all over Skuntank's fifth limb, before a foul-smelling liquid emerges from the tip in a hissing torrent. Instantly you bring a hand to your nose and mouth in disgust, but Missy's shout of concern tells you that the stench is the least of your worries now: the Toxic properties of Skuntank's signature biological ability have started to sink in on Lucius and Wilfrid, furthering the pressure on the precious little time you have...
    Stacey held out the two berries in her shaking hand as she prayed that her stubborn hot-headed Banette would take them and heal his pain. It would only be a tempory measure but if it meant he could outlast the skunk it would be worth it. Lucius held back a glare hating to be seen as weak, and with her forcing his hand he grumbled as he floated over swiped the treats from her grasp and forced them into his mouth barely chewing or enjoying the taste. She allowed herself a small grateful smile as he wiped the juice from his chin and saw that Knoll was focused on giving orders to Wilfred to cover their moments pause in the battle. A shrill cry of pain came from Skuntank as Wilfrid Constricted it trying to strangle the life from it. He even managed to lift the beast off the ground as it flailed in the air trying to escape the tight grasp.

    Lucius was already feeling better and dropped the glare from his eyes but soon his attention was caught by the dark energy forming in the corner of his vision. Skuntank powered up its Dark Pulse and Lucius acted quickly. Bringing his hands together he concentrates hard on sealing the deadly move. All they could do was watch and wait to see if Lucius had acted in time and a collective sigh of relief was release as the attack appeared to fizzle out. Unable to support the weight of the fat quadraped he dropped it unceremoniously to the cold hard floor with a grin on his face.

    Knoll lighted up as he garnered an idea from her use of the berries. He searched inside his bag and pulled out a blue/green beery before throwing it to Wilfred who skillfully caught it. He poured energy into the berry and it glowed with an earhty tone before he launched it at Skuntank who shrieked in pain, the attempted Screech useless due to the Imprison. Lucius moves forward eager to dish out a little revenge of their own and breathes the coldest winds over the skunks body hoping to inflict more pain smirking as the beast shivers from the attack. The was a moment of silence as the air was still, no movement, had they finished the beast already? That hope was quickly crushed as Skuntank's tail rose into the air and a foul smell followed. Stacey didn't want to think what it could be doing and what an inappropriate time it would be but as a purple liquid shot forth from the tip, Missy warning the guys to move out the way a little too late, she released that it was spreading its poison in an attack. The Toxic washed over the two ghosts and was quick to absorb into the skins of both of them. Lucius grimaced and tried to shake the fould substance off his body whilst looking a little more greener as the poison began to make him sick.

    Stacey was sick and tired of this battle, how many ways could they all suffer and now the boys were going to go through some nasty symptoms before it all ended. The Toxic would grow worse with every passing minute and time was quickly running out. They needed to finish this now.

    "Lucius, ignore the sickness, finish this and I'll make it better I promise. Its time to bring on the fire. Dart in and strike with Fire Punch then back off to gve Wilfred room to strike. Follow up with Hidden Power (Fire) and finish with a show of Dragon Rage."


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

    The Western Pyramid

    Empoleon Dynamite
    In the light of a final, furious foe to overcome before everything draws to its hopeful close, you release the strongest Pokémon in your arsenal -- a trusted Croconaw by the name of Brawly you selected as your starter when you began adventuring. Hardy and determined as he is, though, he can't help but shudder a little as Gyarados leers overhead; the Intimidate ability activating while a long, drawn "oooooo" is heard from the Phione crowd. For a while you find yourself stunned by the horrible countenance of the sea dragon, until a clear sensation of dampness breaks the illusion of petrification -- turning your attention to the arena floor, you're alerted to the new presence of water levels about your ankles, slowly but steadily rising with each second. Dread grips you as you glance at Gyarados' lower end; sure enough, at the moment your eyes catch the liquid pouring from the tail fin, the sea dragon performs an almighty swish, sending a towering wave out of its Aqua Tail headed straight for your group. Instantly broken out of his brief stupor, Brawly valiantly lunges forward in a spin, activating ancient energies known to the reptilian inspirations in him for a mystical Dragon Dance. As he raises his agility and recovers his attack power, the spinning effect causes the wave to break outwards, separating from the impact as it hits Brawly leaving only a shower of droplets all around you.

    To the cheering of the spectators, Brawly flexes both his arms as he gathers the water around him; feeling the tide recede, you see the summoned water now surround your Pokémon as he suddenly propels himself upward in a Waterfall. In a fashion not unlike a launched missile Brawly slams against Gyarados by its trident crest: a motion that does not appear to be anticipated as it becomes Gyarados' turn to freeze on the spot, flinching from the secondary effect of the attack. The technique appears well-received by the crowd as they cheer uproariously, and while gravity kicks in from the dissipation of Brawly's cascade he grabs onto the beast's horns, beginning a brave attempt at Thrashing atop the enemy. For a while the sight of Brawly bouncing repeatedly on Gyarados' head, lashing out with his claws and teeth at every opportunity like a relentless Beedrill, seems rather entertaining as Gyarados tries shaking him off to no avail, but after some time your wonder how much damage Brawly is actually doing, all the way up there against Gyarados' tough scales. In any event, the ocean monster visibly tires of the flea plaguing its head, and with a resounding roar it begins a Thrash of its own, sending bursts of water everywhere as it slams and coils about the flooring. Unceremoniously flung like a snotty tissue Brawly crashes against the floor; you quickly rush over to him through the puddling wetness, but a cursory physical informs you that he's more annoyed than damaged at the writhing dragon, the latter beating up a storm in its howling and flailing.

    What will you do now?


    The Lost City of Rebus

    The Mystic Temple

    Arc_Angel
    Already strained in all aspects, more than any waking memory of this torturous adventure, the Toxic seems like mere icing atop a tall, sickly cake you know worsens with passing time, and raising your hand weakly you give the equally weary Lucius what you hope are his final orders for this battle. Now activating energies of Fire Lucius flits over to the shivering Skuntank, gaining a yelp from the beast you grimly appreciate as cold meets heat in a painful combination. Appearing to catch onto the strategy Wilfrid focuses another Will-o-wisp from his membraneous body, this time sending the heat energy spiralling at Skuntank in an eerie glow to accompany the malicious atmosphere, and another yelp joins the first as the odiferous opponent, quite literally, feels the burn -- the agony of a drawn-out battle is clearly showing its signs on the poisonous mammal; its claws glowing dangerously as it tears at the masculine ghosts in a bout of Fury Swipes, harmlessly passing through Lucius' ethereal form.

    Managing to crack a grin as the poison goes through his body, Lucius converts the fire singing his palm outside his body, pushing it out in the form of Hidden Power orbs that he flings in a rotary formation, peppering the enemy as Wilfrid floats overhead. With his arms brought to his crossed mouth, the Drifblim begins focusing quivering waves of energy in a brilliant shade of orange while Skuntank struggles to keep itself standing. As the accumulation peaks Wilfrid releases the Hyper Beam at full blast, briefly dazzling the room in the light of the ultimate attack with Skuntank caught right in the middle of ground zero, blazing with such intensity you feel your hair bristle from the billowing winds. After what feels like minutes you check that everyone -- Eve, Impish, Shuppet, then moving onto the others not already clinging onto you -- is still around, you find that as Lucius and Wilfrid nurse their wounds Skuntank appears to have gone, but more importantly so has the plague of gas around your feet. Although, as you walk over to Lucius to check on him, you have a strong impression that the miasma's departure is not without penalty; the back of your mind niggles as though in a subconscious announcement, a menacing omen that almost sounds like "we're coming to get you".

    "Alright, gentlemen; eat up. We can't allow the poison to drag on." At the sound of Knoll, you turn to see him kneel to the level of the ghosts; two Pecha Berries in his hand which the males eagerly chow down on, but as Lucius gets up you find that even with a sweet fruit down the hatch his body appears to lick with lingering flames -- suddenly, much like how Missy was in the Hippowdon showdown, a stream of fire explodes out of the surprised Banette's mouth; an attack you recognise to be Flamethrower.

    "We've no time," Knoll urges, gently though firmly in his usual manner as you recall the fires used extensively in the battle, though this time while you silently agree you're certain that there's definitely apprehension of some sort going through the writer's mind. Was it the cursed mysticism of the temple? He hadn't seemed his same self since you reached the doors, but then again neither were you; at any rate, any possibility that there might be more to those around you is possibility you don't wish to entertain. After quickly ensuring everyone is still in one piece you rejoin hands with Knoll, advancing forward to the next set of descending stairs.

    While you find yourself breathing slightly easier with the dispelling of the evil fog, you feel no more comforted with the victory awarded. In fact, with each step you find the constriction in your lungs returning, only this time where the gas had simply suffocated you, the very dark depths of the shrine seem to crush you to the point that you can almost feel its cold, cruel stone against your skin, despite the space separating you. A voice inside your head begins to whimper, longing for the pressure to stop, amidst the assorted noises of the Pokémon, clearly not enjoying the experience any more than you are. Your fingers grasp Knoll's like a drowning man to a straw, knowing quite well that if they separated, you would go mad without question. How anyone else could have journeyed through this place and emerged, alone, is beyond you; images flash in your mind's eye of memories both recognised and foreign to you, none of them pleasant as you teeter on the edge of mentally sobbing...

    "Stacey. Stacey!"

    Knoll's voice bringing you to your full senses again, you blink several times to take in the sights of your new location, having apparently stopped in the turmoil of your mind. While no longer lit by flames, the patterns around this larger chamber glimmer with the same strange violet as they contort in glyphic pain, surrounding a variety of symbols you once again fail to recognise as anything you've seen before, aside from stick figures and primitive PokéBalls. At the centre a raised platform stands: a single circle at the very centre, itself flanked by two more equidistant from it, and surrounded by a trio arranged like the points of an equilateral triangle.

    "This is... Stacey, your bag!" shouts Knoll, and as your hear his interjection you shudder involuntarily from what seems like an energy feedback from your inventory. Flinging your back down, you rustle through the items to locate the offending inventory: the shattered fragments you fought so hard to regain in the House of Arctosia.

    "The message... Stacey, the slates must have something to do with this setup. Right here, right now," exclaims the author. "We're close to something, I can feel it!" While you vaguely notice Knoll's raised voice, the look on his face bears an expression you can readily identify with: brimming excitement, fear of the future... or is there something else? You can't quite shake off this notion anymore, but that's not your priority; all that you've underwent since you came across the city of Rebus has now come to this. With quivering hands you place the three broken phrases in front of you -- right now, you're certain that the answer is staring you right in the face. But what is the answer?...

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

    The Mystic Temple

    Arc_Angel
    Already strained in all aspects, more than any waking memory of this torturous adventure, the Toxic seems like mere icing atop a tall, sickly cake you know worsens with passing time, and raising your hand weakly you give the equally weary Lucius what you hope are his final orders for this battle. Now activating energies of Fire Lucius flits over to the shivering Skuntank, gaining a yelp from the beast you grimly appreciate as cold meets heat in a painful combination. Appearing to catch onto the strategy Wilfrid focuses another Will-o-wisp from his membraneous body, this time sending the heat energy spiralling at Skuntank in an eerie glow to accompany the malicious atmosphere, and another yelp joins the first as the odiferous opponent, quite literally, feels the burn -- the agony of a drawn-out battle is clearly showing its signs on the poisonous mammal; its claws glowing dangerously as it tears at the masculine ghosts in a bout of Fury Swipes, harmlessly passing through Lucius' ethereal form.

    Managing to crack a grin as the poison goes through his body, Lucius converts the fire singing his palm outside his body, pushing it out in the form of Hidden Power orbs that he flings in a rotary formation, peppering the enemy as Wilfrid floats overhead. With his arms brought to his crossed mouth, the Drifblim begins focusing quivering waves of energy in a brilliant shade of orange while Skuntank struggles to keep itself standing. As the accumulation peaks Wilfrid releases the Hyper Beam at full blast, briefly dazzling the room in the light of the ultimate attack with Skuntank caught right in the middle of ground zero, blazing with such intensity you feel your hair bristle from the billowing winds. After what feels like minutes you check that everyone -- Eve, Impish, Shuppet, then moving onto the others not already clinging onto you -- is still around, you find that as Lucius and Wilfrid nurse their wounds Skuntank appears to have gone, but more importantly so has the plague of gas around your feet. Although, as you walk over to Lucius to check on him, you have a strong impression that the miasma's departure is not without penalty; the back of your mind niggles as though in a subconscious announcement, a menacing omen that almost sounds like "we're coming to get you".

    "Alright, gentlemen; eat up. We can't allow the poison to drag on." At the sound of Knoll, you turn to see him kneel to the level of the ghosts; two Pecha Berries in his hand which the males eagerly chow down on, but as Lucius gets up you find that even with a sweet fruit down the hatch his body appears to lick with lingering flames -- suddenly, much like how Missy was in the Hippowdon showdown, a stream of fire explodes out of the surprised Banette's mouth; an attack you recognise to be Flamethrower.

    "We've no time," Knoll urges, gently though firmly in his usual manner as you recall the fires used extensively in the battle, though this time while you silently agree you're certain that there's definitely apprehension of some sort going through the writer's mind. Was it the cursed mysticism of the temple? He hadn't seemed his same self since you reached the doors, but then again neither were you; at any rate, any possibility that there might be more to those around you is possibility you don't wish to entertain. After quickly ensuring everyone is still in one piece you rejoin hands with Knoll, advancing forward to the next set of descending stairs.

    While you find yourself breathing slightly easier with the dispelling of the evil fog, you feel no more comforted with the victory awarded. In fact, with each step you find the constriction in your lungs returning, only this time where the gas had simply suffocated you, the very dark depths of the shrine seem to crush you to the point that you can almost feel its cold, cruel stone against your skin, despite the space separating you. A voice inside your head begins to whimper, longing for the pressure to stop, amidst the assorted noises of the Pokémon, clearly not enjoying the experience any more than you are. Your fingers grasp Knoll's like a drowning man to a straw, knowing quite well that if they separated, you would go mad without question. How anyone else could have journeyed through this place and emerged, alone, is beyond you; images flash in your mind's eye of memories both recognised and foreign to you, none of them pleasant as you teeter on the edge of mentally sobbing...

    "Stacey. Stacey!"

    Knoll's voice bringing you to your full senses again, you blink several times to take in the sights of your new location, having apparently stopped in the turmoil of your mind. While no longer lit by flames, the patterns around this larger chamber glimmer with the same strange violet as they contort in glyphic pain, surrounding a variety of symbols you once again fail to recognise as anything you've seen before, aside from stick figures and primitive PokéBalls. At the centre a raised platform stands: a single circle at the very centre, itself flanked by two more equidistant from it, and surrounded by a trio arranged like the points of an equilateral triangle.

    "This is... Stacey, your bag!" shouts Knoll, and as your hear his interjection you shudder involuntarily from what seems like an energy feedback from your inventory. Flinging your back down, you rustle through the items to locate the offending inventory: the shattered fragments you fought so hard to regain in the House of Arctosia.

    "The message... Stacey, the slates must have something to do with this setup. Right here, right now," exclaims the author. "We're close to something, I can feel it!" While you vaguely notice Knoll's raised voice, the look on his face bears an expression you can readily identify with: brimming excitement, fear of the future... or is there something else? You can't quite shake off this notion anymore, but that's not your priority; all that you've underwent since you came across the city of Rebus has now come to this. With quivering hands you place the three broken phrases in front of you -- right now, you're certain that the answer is staring you right in the face. But what is the answer?...
    Lucius looked sick. Wilfred looked sick. Hell even Stacey looked sick, this battle had taken a lot out of all of them and they were all ready to finish it and clear the fog of poison threatening to swallow them in a bitter ending. Coughing out what she hoped to be the final commands required to take down the skunk Lucius shook off the pain of the toxins burning through his body and moved to strike. Twisting through the air he slammed his fist burning with fire energy into the skunks fur the smell of hot flesh filling the air as Skuntank cried out in pain. Lucius floated out of range as Wilfred followed his lead summoning his own fire, the eerie purple Wisps quickly finding their target and washing over it, another breath of fire for it to endure. Skuntank shrieked in pain and lashed out at the nearest creature slashing furiously at Lucius to no avail.

    Lucius grins through a wince as the poison eats at him again and summons yet more fire. The glowing orbs surround his body before dart towards Skuntank in a barrage of firey bullets. Wilfred was charging energy before his crossed hands and Lucius acked up recognising the powerful attack. A golden glow of energy pulsated before the Drifblim before he unleashed it, the energy forming a golden beam that seemed to illuminate the entire room before it impacted the skunk. The air seemed to explode backwards nearly throwing Stacey off her feet as smoke filled the air, that was some attack! As soon as she stopped shaking she checked that everyone was safe, Eve was in her arms, Impish and Shuppet were together looking awed, Anna was still sparking, Missy was looking worried and Knoll was still holding her hand. Tearing her gaze away from the writer she prayed that the two fighters were still safe and felt tears prick as her eyes as she saw Lucius floating next to Wilfred, battered but alive.

    Stacey let go of Knoll for the first time since she entered the catacombs and rushed over to her Banette, hardly noticing that the smog had disappeared, and embraced him in a tight hug causing him to wince and groan.

    "Thank God you're alright ... I knew you could do it," she added as an after thought as Lucius glared at her but his gaze softened and he hugged her back. Stacey let him go for breath allowing Missy to rush over and hug both men, lingering a little longer on Wilfred as Stacey looked down to the ground, the smoke had gone but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was far from over. Something much worse was going to happen and it made her blood run cold, what could be worse than this? Knoll approached, ever the logical one, and presented both ghosts with berries to heal their poisoned states. Lucius quickly eats his and a strange look appears over his face before he belches out a Flamethrower looking shocked and then gleeful for the new move he could perform. Another amazing circumstance Stacey thought as she smiled at Lucius trying to sear Imp with flames as Knoll brought her back to reality ushering them on quickly.

    Stacey frowned, he seemed a little more anxous than normal, did he not feel relieved for his own Pokemon saftey? He seemed more interested in moving further through the temple and Stacey felt an old concern prick at her mind and heart. Pushing it down, they had been through too much for him to decieve her now, she nodded and ushered everyone forward taking hold of Knoll's hand again as the group descended down yet another set of steps. Stacey felt her heart quicken but every beat became more painful than the last. Although the toxic gases had gone somehow as she moved forward she found it harder to breath than before, it was if the very darkness was suffocating her. Gasping with every breath Stacey closed her eyes against the darkness, almost whimpering as she felt the cold of the stone pressing against her chest, slowly and deliberatly crushing her and from the noises her Pokemon were making she suspected they could feel it too.

    Stacey gripped onto Knoll's hand for dear life for if she let go she feared thst she'd go mad. She was shaking more than ever as she mentally whimpered and cried. Images, horrific maddening images filled her mind, she didn't know if they were her memories or something else digging its way in there but they made her feel cold and dead. She was shaking so much she felt her fingers slip slightly out of Knolls hand and gave a short sob crushing his hand tightly.

    "Stacey, Stacey" a voice called to her and suddenly Stacey opened her eyes breathing rapidly in panic as she looked around only to see Knoll looking at her worriedly. Trying to calm down her body and mind she realised that it had been in her mind and she had left the cold darkness of the stairwell into an entirely different room. Eve was quivering in her one arm and Stacey managed to rub her back to try and make her feel better as Imp rushed over to her climbing up her back and clinging on protectively looking around anxiously. Missy had found Wilfred who was calming her down and Anna was barking furiously sending off Thundershocks at the wall in shock. Lucius held onto Shuppet who was looking as freaked out as everyone else, the only who seemed ok with this was Knoll. Stacey loosened her grip on his hand again as she looked around the room, it was differen to the last chamber as the walls were aglow with violet symbols mixed in with the primitive drawings from before, some depicting people with old style Pokeballs. In the centre were three circular pedestals atop a platform arranged like a triangle.

    Brought sharply out of her observations by Knolls yell, she looked to him a little peturbed as he demanded that she go through her bag. She stared at him for a moment before nodding placing her satchel down and rooting through it for the 3 tablets with their stange messages and placed them down on the ground in the order that they found them.

    "The message... Stacey, the slates must have something to do with this setup. Right here, right now," exclaims the author. "We're close to something, I can feel it!" He was very excited, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface and it worried Stacey greatly. She felt a deep urge to question this but looking into his eyes she felt herself soften, they had worked so hard to get here, it was only natural that he would excited that they were about to discover this great secret.

    Stacey stared down at the tablets with Eve and Impish peering down from her lap and shoulder trying to deciper the words. She could almost feel the tension growing and a sense of annoyance from Knoll at her slowness. Part of her wanted him to back off to give her time to think but that seemed a bt much to ask and she just concentrated on the words.

    "One possessing terrible power, with but a thin line separating it from self-destruction."
    "One whose voice brings misery to many, yet sometimes uplifts the spirits of others."
    "One who can carry the burden of others as its own, but remains at mercy of the wind."


    What could these words mean? Sighing at her ineptitude with such things as these Stacey pulled out another tablet that had spoke of the temple.

    "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"
    "nue any further. I cannot access the memories pertaining to how I escaped; even so much as a hint puts me into uncontrollable shivering. All I can write is the descriptions of the key which I had seen, and hope that one day, someone might be able to continue my attempt in solving the mysteries behind Arctosia, with the Pokémon needed to seek an audience."


    These clearly mentioned the chamber she was in, but Pokemon? Could those tablets refer to a Pokemon each?

    Pulling out her Pokedex she began to flick through the entries as she studied the tablets and soon her eyes widened in awe and shock.

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

    This one, there was mention of this on the page she was on and the picture displayed a Banette, its zipper mouth open and grinning. Stacey looked over to Lucius as he distracted Shuppet and frowned, that seemed very convient. She pulled another entry and felt a dark feeling begin to form in her stomach as she matched another entry.

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

    This one referred to Mismagius and she looked up to see Missy smiling at Wilfred happily and began to feel a little set up, how could she possibly have 2 of the Pokemon neccessary to open this lock, to unleash the secrets, it seemed all to easy to her, and things were never easy.

    "One who can carry the burden of others as its own, but remains at mercy of the wind."

    Wilfred was the ast piece of the puzzle and now here she sat on the floor with the answers she needed but suddenly wondered if she wanted to given them up, something didn't feel right. 3 Pokemon for 3 pedestals, what would happen to them once they sat upon them? Stacey felt dread eat at her but felt Knolls gaze bore into her back. He had worked as hard as she had to get here, did he not feel what she felt, the worry, the dread? Was he really this oblivious, so desparate to find the answers or was he hiding something? Stacey was finding his presence less comforting now and wanted to be alone with her Pokemon to figure this out but as she felt him edge closer to her she winced and took a small sigh before stading up. She placed a hand on Imp's paw as he stared at her feeling her emotions better than anyone and squeezed her shoulder ready to act, to do whatever she asked him too. For now she would take this further, she couldn't go back up those stairs in the least, not alone.

    Plasting a smile on her face she turned around to meet Knolls gaze.

    "I think I've got it," she exclaimed, "though it seems a little ironic to me," she added frowing a little not wanting to come across as too forced. "The tablets refer to Pokemon, a set of 3 Pokemon that will let us move on, I believe they have to stand on the pedestals," she said.

    "I only mention that it feels ironic because if I'm correct, they refer to our Pokemon, specifically Lucius, Missy and Wilfred, look for yourself," she indicated to the tablets on the floor. "What do you think? They must have to stand on the pedestals and that will grant us entrance further into the temple."

    Stacey watched his expression cautiously her mind wanting her to be very careful but her heart begging her to be wrong.


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    Unable to ignore the signs your cortex is telling you, pain begins to echo in your heart and mind. Was it you, was it Knoll, or was it the sheer mystic power of the temple? You feel the little child inside you whimper and your breathing hasten; what if this man had been leading you by the nose for his own dastardly priorities? It had happened before, you have no desire for it to happen again, but this time is distinctly different -- you had gone through so much with this person, come closer than you'd ever expected to, that you don't suspect the possibility that he never cared about you at all. You bite your lip as you watch his inscrutable expression, pondering through your suggested answer before he finally speaks.

    "I think that might be it, Stace," he answers; his voice quietened by what you hypothesise to be excitement, what else could it be? "If that's the case... Wilfrid, I need you with Missy and Lucius. Going by what the slates say, I think they need to go onto the three points of the triangle pattern. It's the best chance we've got."

    Could there honestly be an ulterior motive? You find Knoll's countenance unreadable, but it's already far too late for turning back. Eager to get the show rolling on Lucius hops onto one corner, while Wilfrid escorts Missy to another before assuming his own position in the final vacancy. As the Drifblim glides into the exact centre of the third circle you feel a clear sensation of warmth draining from your face; even the air in the chamber feels instantly thinner while your heartbeat echoes in your ears. What had you accomplished? For a few moments nothing seems to happen, save for a pulsing purple triangle on the pedestal lit under the three ghosts, but as they look at each other you notice that at least they don't appear to be in immediate harm. Looking around you nearly jump when you see that the walls have taken on the same ebbing colour; all the painted symbols seeming to now point towards convergence at the wall opposite you. A grating sound suddenly fills the room, raising goosebumps on your skin -- barely by the light of the walls you see the furthest one seem to shift away from you, stunning you in awed silence. Was this the secret of the temple, now being revealed to you? Another wave of light, this time splitting the retreating wall in two, and now you see that it had been but a facade for what lay behind... or was it a gateway to whatever combination of Pokémon that was presented? Ahead you see that this combination revealed what looked like an ancient throne, built in the style of a step pyramid. Occupying the seat -- or, rather, occupying the space above the seat -- is a translucent bubble, no more than two feet in diameter, itself filled with a mysteriously glowing presence, childlike and feline in its appearance. Finding words failing you, you look at Knoll; the author's breathing likewise intensified as yours. But what of the frown that now adorns his brow? you wonder, multiple theories and their emotions rushing through your head...

    "So..." a new voice speaks, like that of a young female child, but with certain omnipotence behind it as well. "You've both arrived... I've been waiting."

    "Arctosia." Worry and panic jolt through you as you realise that Knoll has spoken -- solemn, but an undeniable growl in the tone of his voice. "Do you know why I'm here?"

    "Hmmm... Why, yes. Yes, I do." The voice chitters, and you notice the creature in the bubble perform a somersault -- was this Arctosia? The revelation that your companion is on a first-name basis shocks you considerably, but as though oblivious to you the girllike voice goes on. "You're here to bring another pitiful soul for me..."

    "You know that's not true!" shouts Knoll as he steps forward, anguish clear in his speech. "All these years, you've slept in this accursed crypt, awaiting for victims to come and fall within these walls of yours... I won't let you take another life!"

    "Really, now. So you're saying the fault is all mine..." The air seems to take a nasty turn as the creature does another backflip, this time starting to float higher. "I'm surprised, Knoll. Surprised at how each time, you've managed to convince some foolish mortal into helping you! I don't suppose you've been letting your new friend in on all the details, have you?!"

    "I...!" The finger of accusation now on him, Knoll looks towards you, any retort he might have had caught in his throat. The reactions of your Pokémon are almost foreign to you, miles away from you; you're torn between the urge to cling to Knoll and the new desire to slap him in the face...

    "Go on! Tell her!" challenges Arctosia, malicious glee dripping off each syllable of her taunt. "Tell her who you really are! How you're tied to everything! Then we'll see how fond she is of you then!"

    "I... I..." The words strangled in his larynx, the writer's lays his hands down, no longer clenched in rage. Now taking a look at the others, you see Wilfrid fiddle his arms guiltily; your other Pokémon looking at him with varying expressions of disbelief and simmering anger, Missy having tears glistening in her eyes threatening to break over...

    What now?

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    In the light of a final, furious foe to overcome before everything draws to its hopeful close, you release the strongest Pokémon in your arsenal -- a trusted Croconaw by the name of Brawly you selected as your starter when you began adventuring. Hardy and determined as he is, though, he can't help but shudder a little as Gyarados leers overhead; the Intimidate ability activating while a long, drawn "oooooo" is heard from the Phione crowd. For a while you find yourself stunned by the horrible countenance of the sea dragon, until a clear sensation of dampness breaks the illusion of petrification -- turning your attention to the arena floor, you're alerted to the new presence of water levels about your ankles, slowly but steadily rising with each second. Dread grips you as you glance at Gyarados' lower end; sure enough, at the moment your eyes catch the liquid pouring from the tail fin, the sea dragon performs an almighty swish, sending a towering wave out of its Aqua Tail headed straight for your group. Instantly broken out of his brief stupor, Brawly valiantly lunges forward in a spin, activating ancient energies known to the reptilian inspirations in him for a mystical Dragon Dance. As he raises his agility and recovers his attack power, the spinning effect causes the wave to break outwards, separating from the impact as it hits Brawly leaving only a shower of droplets all around you.

    To the cheering of the spectators, Brawly flexes both his arms as he gathers the water around him; feeling the tide recede, you see the summoned water now surround your Pokémon as he suddenly propels himself upward in a Waterfall. In a fashion not unlike a launched missile Brawly slams against Gyarados by its trident crest: a motion that does not appear to be anticipated as it becomes Gyarados' turn to freeze on the spot, flinching from the secondary effect of the attack. The technique appears well-received by the crowd as they cheer uproariously, and while gravity kicks in from the dissipation of Brawly's cascade he grabs onto the beast's horns, beginning a brave attempt at Thrashing atop the enemy. For a while the sight of Brawly bouncing repeatedly on Gyarados' head, lashing out with his claws and teeth at every opportunity like a relentless Beedrill, seems rather entertaining as Gyarados tries shaking him off to no avail, but after some time your wonder how much damage Brawly is actually doing, all the way up there against Gyarados' tough scales. In any event, the ocean monster visibly tires of the flea plaguing its head, and with a resounding roar it begins a Thrash of its own, sending bursts of water everywhere as it slams and coils about the flooring. Unceremoniously flung like a snotty tissue Brawly crashes against the floor; you quickly rush over to him through the puddling wetness, but a cursory physical informs you that he's more annoyed than damaged at the writhing dragon, the latter beating up a storm in its howling and flailing.

    What will you do now?
    In the light of a final, furious foe to overcome before everything draws to its hopeful close, Wes called upon his strongest Pokémon -- a trusted Croconaw by the name of Brawly who’d been with Wes since the very beginning. His stony-faced poise said enough about the reptile’s unrivalled valour, although a slight twitch in the beast’s golden iris sent Wes off-guard slightly. Despite seemingly unfazed, the intimidating moral fibre of the giant snake was enough to set a chink in even Brawly’s armour. Wes shuddered, nervously setting their orders and hoping for an easy match. One couldn’t be too sure, as the mighty Gyarados made its advance with its colossal tail swishing rather flippantly, a sudden rupture of foamy water spiralling about it as it enveloped in an Aqua Tail. The tail swept forward, scooping up anything in its wake with Brawly in its sights!

    The crocodile’s battle instinct was quick to kick in, light-footedly lunging into a summersault for a swift dodge – tongues of purple coursing about his legs as he enacted an ancient courtship. Dragon Danced up, he springs off the marble tiles welcomed by a gush of water, propelling him skyward like a torpedo. The racing Waterfall dips upon meeting the monster’s height, squarely nose-diving into his trident like protrusion for a decent hit! Wes felt his fists clench with pride, the little terror upping his assault with a round of fisticuffs on the towering dragon, Thrashing and flailing with enough force to at least unsettle his foe. Wes knew the proverbial table would have to turn at some point alas, the mighty sea serpent enveloping into its own fit of rage and crashing down on the crocodile like a tonne of bricks. Flopping helplessly against the hard tiled floor, Wes wondered if they’d incorrectly gauged their adversaries clout afterall.

    A weak groan emanated from the reptilian whose landing had cause an indent in the marble battlefield. A few moments later and Croconaw shoots himself upright with his tail, managing to regain his footing with less than a few scuffs to his scaly hide. His gruff panting pulsated a mounting passion, a shot of adrenaline coursing through his veins as a telltale sign he was just warming up. Wes hoped he could trust these vague inclinations; Brawly was the best of his motley ranks, and about the only thing gutsy enough to face up against the soaring kraken. He’d been so recently tossed aside like a ragdoll, and it was fine time for him to jump back into the ring with a decent retribution. Wes fixated on the dumpy crocodile, the next few attacks slipping from his lips through instinct, “Slow him down with Scary Face – speed in with a Crunch, transuding into Ice Fang when you’ve got a good grip!”

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    Unable to ignore the signs your cortex is telling you, pain begins to echo in your heart and mind. Was it you, was it Knoll, or was it the sheer mystic power of the temple? You feel the little child inside you whimper and your breathing hasten; what if this man had been leading you by the nose for his own dastardly priorities? It had happened before, you have no desire for it to happen again, but this time is distinctly different -- you had gone through so much with this person, come closer than you'd ever expected to, that you don't suspect the possibility that he never cared about you at all. You bite your lip as you watch his inscrutable expression, pondering through your suggested answer before he finally speaks.

    "I think that might be it, Stace," he answers; his voice quietened by what you hypothesise to be excitement, what else could it be? "If that's the case... Wilfrid, I need you with Missy and Lucius. Going by what the slates say, I think they need to go onto the three points of the triangle pattern. It's the best chance we've got."

    Could there honestly be an ulterior motive? You find Knoll's countenance unreadable, but it's already far too late for turning back. Eager to get the show rolling on Lucius hops onto one corner, while Wilfrid escorts Missy to another before assuming his own position in the final vacancy. As the Drifblim glides into the exact centre of the third circle you feel a clear sensation of warmth draining from your face; even the air in the chamber feels instantly thinner while your heartbeat echoes in your ears. What had you accomplished? For a few moments nothing seems to happen, save for a pulsing purple triangle on the pedestal lit under the three ghosts, but as they look at each other you notice that at least they don't appear to be in immediate harm. Looking around you nearly jump when you see that the walls have taken on the same ebbing colour; all the painted symbols seeming to now point towards convergence at the wall opposite you. A grating sound suddenly fills the room, raising goosebumps on your skin -- barely by the light of the walls you see the furthest one seem to shift away from you, stunning you in awed silence. Was this the secret of the temple, now being revealed to you? Another wave of light, this time splitting the retreating wall in two, and now you see that it had been but a facade for what lay behind... or was it a gateway to whatever combination of Pokémon that was presented? Ahead you see that this combination revealed what looked like an ancient throne, built in the style of a step pyramid. Occupying the seat -- or, rather, occupying the space above the seat -- is a translucent bubble, no more than two feet in diameter, itself filled with a mysteriously glowing presence, childlike and feline in its appearance. Finding words failing you, you look at Knoll; the author's breathing likewise intensified as yours. But what of the frown that now adorns his brow? you wonder, multiple theories and their emotions rushing through your head...

    "So..." a new voice speaks, like that of a young female child, but with certain omnipotence behind it as well. "You've both arrived... I've been waiting."

    "Arctosia." Worry and panic jolt through you as you realise that Knoll has spoken -- solemn, but an undeniable growl in the tone of his voice. "Do you know why I'm here?"

    "Hmmm... Why, yes. Yes, I do." The voice chitters, and you notice the creature in the bubble perform a somersault -- was this Arctosia? The revelation that your companion is on a first-name basis shocks you considerably, but as though oblivious to you the girllike voice goes on. "You're here to bring another pitiful soul for me..."

    "You know that's not true!" shouts Knoll as he steps forward, anguish clear in his speech. "All these years, you've slept in this accursed crypt, awaiting for victims to come and fall within these walls of yours... I won't let you take another life!"

    "Really, now. So you're saying the fault is all mine..." The air seems to take a nasty turn as the creature does another backflip, this time starting to float higher. "I'm surprised, Knoll. Surprised at how each time, you've managed to convince some foolish mortal into helping you! I don't suppose you've been letting your new friend in on all the details, have you?!"

    "I...!" The finger of accusation now on him, Knoll looks towards you, any retort he might have had caught in his throat. The reactions of your Pokémon are almost foreign to you, miles away from you; you're torn between the urge to cling to Knoll and the new desire to slap him in the face...

    "Go on! Tell her!" challenges Arctosia, malicious glee dripping off each syllable of her taunt. "Tell her who you really are! How you're tied to everything! Then we'll see how fond she is of you then!"

    "I... I..." The words strangled in his larynx, the writer's lays his hands down, no longer clenched in rage. Now taking a look at the others, you see Wilfrid fiddle his arms guiltily; your other Pokémon looking at him with varying expressions of disbelief and simmering anger, Missy having tears glistening in her eyes threatening to break over...

    What now?
    Stacey kept her mask firmly in place as she gauged Knoll's reaction praying deep down inside she was so very wrong. He seemed to agree with her with quiet excitment surrounding his voice and he commands his own Pokemon to join with Missy and Lucius in the formation. The three ghosts float over to their assigned posts, Lucius very eager to see what was hidden and Wilfred escorting Missy to hers like the gentleman he was before taking own place. How could someone so deceptive breed such a gentle and honest creature? Maybe she was wrong, please let her be wrong. Stacey held her breath as the room temperature dropped further making her skin prickle, what were they about to discover, what would they unleash?

    Her heart pounded between her eyes almost making her eyes water as she waited for what was to come. She could sense the tension from her other Pokemon but fortunately the three activating this appeared unharmed, the only other ativity so far was a pulsating purple triangle formed between them. Stacey was shocked that she hadn't realised that the walls were pulsating with the same light, all the symbols glowing an eerie purple now pointing towards the far wall. Casting her gaze on there feeling her stomach knot with the anticipation and nerves and she visibly jumped as a low rumbling filled the air, the ground shaking as the far wall began to shudder and move. Noone dared to breathe as a bright flash of light split the wall in two as it faded away, an illusion? She stared at what lay behind, what was this secret and was t going to be worth all that they went through to discover it?

    Straight ahead was a throne shaped almost like a pyramid and hovering above it was a transulscent bubble of energy. Within the bubble was a feline like creature small and staring right at them. Stacey felt the breath hitch in the back of her throat as she dared to look at Knoll noticing the frown adorning his brow, what could that mean? Was he as perplexed at this whole situation as she was?

    "So..." a new voice speaks, it came from the creature within the bubble. It sounded like a young girl yet with the authority of a queen and it addressed them both. "You've both arrived... I've been waiting."

    Knoll addressed her as Arctosia and Stacey whirled to stare at his face confusion written on hers? She thought Arctosia was a Goddess and how could he be sure this was her unless ... oh dear. Her heart began to feel cold as he continued to speak.

    "Hmmm... Why, yes. Yes, I do. You're here to bring another pitiful soul for me..." Stacey felt he blood turn as cold as her heart as she backed away from Knoll. Had he led her here, not searching for a secret but hoping to lure her to this thing?

    "You know that's not true!" shouts Knoll as he steps forward anguish in his speech. "All these years, you've slept in this accursed crypt, awaiting for victims to come and fall within these walls of yours... I won't let you take another life!" Stacey didn't know what to feel, all she knew was that a tear has escaped her eye as she listened to the two of them argue.

    "Really, now. So you're saying the fault is all mine..." The negativity filled their air choking those within the room as the creature performed another backflip in her bubble rising higher. "I'm surprised, Knoll. Surprised at how each time, you've managed to convince some foolish mortal into helping you! I don't suppose you've been letting your new friend in on all the details, have you?!"

    He turned to face her as her eyes searched his for any signs of truth or deception. His voice caught in his throat as all answers all excuses seemed to leave him. She felt another few tears join the first as she continued to stare at him, his silence said enough.

    "Go on! Tell her!" she says gleefully, so very pleased in the situation she had placed them all in. "Tell her who you really are! How you're tied to everything! Then we'll see how fond she is of you then!" Knoll dropped his arms to his sides in defeat as Wilfred looked on guiltily, Missy shaking her head in denial not wanting to believe that her new friend has betrayed them.

    Knoll could no longer meet her eyes and it told her all she needed to know, he had lied, he had betrayed them. Her sorrow made her tears flow stronger before a new emotion overtook her, anger. She had made such stupid mistakes before, she had put her trust in someone only for them to betray her trying to end her life and those of her Pokemon in the process. She felt so foolish and hatred dripped off her form. How dare he take advantage of her, how could she be so damn stupid! Clenching her fists she felt her anger spread throughout her warming her body to boiling point. Impish who had been seething at the writer baring his silver teeth in anger had almost wanted to point out that he had been right all along but sensing his trainer's state decided that calming her down was the best option. Missy was seeking Wilfred's gaze as tears stained her purple cheeks begging him to tell her that it was all lies. Lucius stared at the scene not knowing what to do so focused his attention on the potential threat of Arctosia. Anna was sparking angrily at Knoll and her trainer, she had smelt something off about him from the start but had the foolish woman listened to her, would she ever?

    Stacey clutched Eve closer to her as she shook and cried in her arms not happy at her trainers misery and anger, it scared her deeply. Stacey had promised herself never to drop her guard ever again and yet when this man came along he had smooth talked his way past her barriers and worst of all had gotten into her heart, how could be so callous to have that effect on her.

    "Look at me," it was the first words she had spoken and they were soft and yet so very harsh as she stared at Knoll. As he finally rose to meet her eyes hurt and anger flashing in them he was silent waiting for her to finish. Stacey tried very hard to compose herself enough to speak but it was difficult, she was visibly shaking. As she tried her throat closed up with emotion and as she felt her voice failing her, the very sight of him bringing a haze of red mist across her vision she whipped out her free arm with as much force as possible and slapped him across the face. The sound filled the silence and made everyone stare in shock, even Impish who was glad she had done so had his mouth wide open.

    "I can't believe I was so foolish, that I let you, that I felt for it again," Stacey said her breathing laboured as her emotions got the best of her, her thought travelling back to that time in limbo. "I let you in, I trusted you, I should have known, I should have left in the beginning, I can trust noone." She finished bitterly staring at the downed writer.

    "You tell me, you tell me now. No more lies, I've had enough. I want the truth, from all of you," she said casting a seething glare at the creature safe in its little bubble, she was not safe from her rage, she had not forgotten about her part in this. Stepping closer to Knoll with as much intimidation in her body language as possible despite the height difference.

    "If you have any decency in you left, if our moments together were worth anything if ...," she paused before whispering the last part, "If you feel anything for me at all, you will tell me everything."


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    The Isle of Talas

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    With your best lieutenant merely flung aside like an insignificant speck, you figure whatever he might have lacked in strength he would make up for what Gyarados did to him. Sending him in with fresh orders, you watch as Brawly thunders down the arena to the cheers of the Phione with fire and brimstone burning in his eyes. Waving his outstretched claws he roars to snag the writhing dragon's attention, and even in its confusion the gesture is enough to get Gyarados to slow down and glance at the Croconaw's Scary Face. While under normal conditions you wouldn't expect a towering leviathan to have any reason for fearing a crocodile, the moment's hesitation is all the opportunity Brawly needs. Pushing his increased speed forward the valiant reptile jumps at Gyarados' crest, latching onto the centre spike of Gyarados' crest. Renewed pain from Brawly's Crunch sends a ripple through the sea dragon, roaring as it rears again to the crowd's excitement, desperately trying to tear Brawly off through sheer force once more but failing -- you know that this time, Brawly's natural strength in his jaws will keep him secured. Unable to discern even direction, Gyarados releases several bombs of Dragon Rage from its open jaw, raining fiery death from above as the Phione disperse in fright. The sounds of splintering are heard as the fireballs land amongst vacated stands, sending dust and marble everywhere.

    "Pip-lup?" The little penguin tugs at your leg, and you recognise the uncertainty in its voice; not even the sea angels seem to have control of the situation. Glancing up, you see Ice start to form from Brawly's Fangs as he starts to inject freezing energy instead, slowly coating the trident horns in crystallised water. A resounding crash, followed by a grating rumble as Gyarados drags its head across the floor, damaging itself in its berserk status while thankfully, Brawly continues hanging on. Gyarados seems rather battered now, but you know this state of confusion and Brawly holding on can't last forever...


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    In that fragment of time nothing else seems to matter. Even as the smarting seems to fade from your free hand, your tears continue unstemmed, blurring your vision yet giving you such clarity as you look at the person you thought you could trust -- Impish and Eve, close as they are to you, seem miles away even now. Every second seems like eternity as you await Knoll's response, teetering between emotions and decisions, your perfect image perfect no more. Knoll almost appears to turn his head in slow motion; the mark you left behind still fresh on his face, but what causes more tears to spring from your eyes is the remorseful expression on his face. How could you have struck this man? How could he have kept you in the dark? More conflicting questions join the bubbling feelings in your heart, and as he draws near to you you find you can't bear to look at him anymore. Silently sobbing you feel his hand brush your cheek, his familiar warmth brushing away the tears; a gesture you don't reject but still refuse to reciprocate.

    "Stacey." You sniff a little as you register his voice. "I want you to know, first of all... that I would never lie to you. I... I've never lied to you, not since we met."

    "He's right, you know." The irksome little creatures pipes up from her bubble, and you glare in her direction.

    "I was... am, still a writer. I was the one... who wrote the slates you helped me find." Surprise overriding your sadness, you see Knoll bow his head; his forehead frowned in regretful memory. "Distant centuries ago, I was the first unauthorised human to ever enter Arctosia's temple. You know what happened to me from the slates; Arctosia's power had bound me to insanity when I was around others... I was foolish, Stacey. Too foolish to see how my thirst for knowledge would forever splatter this land's history with so much..." The word almost escapes his lips before he clamped it shut. "Wilfrid was the one who helped me. You know as a Ghost specialist how Drifloon were made of the spirits of people and Pokémon... his existence gave me form, and freed me of the curse of insanity that plagued me in my life... in that time, I learned, some years after I had penned my thoughts on the slates, others had gone missing. They had gone missing in the Temple of Arctosia, after witnessing the state I was in, to see what horrors the Temple hid. They had gone in... for my sake." Another wince. "They were never seen again. I tried to breach the temple myself with Wilfrid, but we never got further than the chamber you now stand in... An audience with Arctosia had to be answered by the correct combination of Pokémon indicated by what I had copied. I spent years, decades, trying to salvage the souls that were consigned to tortured damnation because of --"

    "Alright. I grow weary of this show of weeping." Almost with a snarl Arctosia hovers above her throne, steadily moving towards your company; her bubble now a malevolent red. "I suppose it's noteworthy, Knoll, that you've managed to convince someone to walk this pointless path with you and reach me alone. I'll let you bathe in that distinction... this time. It'll make the pain easier while you watch me rip this girl's soul out of her body, particle by miserable particl--"

    "Shup shup!" Without anyone noticing, the female Shuppet that had followed you escapes Lucius' grasp, diving over to Arctosia in indignance and rage --

    "Perish, weakling!" Before anyone can cry out a single blue orb is fired from Arctosia, flying like a nuclear missile as it crashes into Shuppet; its energy exploding over her ethereal form, leaving nary a panicked gasp as it whites her out of existence --

    "NO!" His attention returned to the adversary, Knoll lunges with his fists clenched as your Pokémon stare in shock and revulsion, "You foul beast; you're no g--!"

    "SILENCE!"

    A psychic blow, stronger than anything you'd ever felt, sends you flying to the end of the chamber; as you collapse the sounds of other bumps and cries indicate your other Pokémon alongside you. "Gah! Uu... urrgh..."

    "Mis!" The shriek of Missy forces your eyes open, at the sight of Knoll and Wilfrid doubled over in agony; dark bolts of electricity shimmering all over them, forcing them in place...

    "Stacey, was it? You're one to be commended yourself. I hadn't expected anyone to come this far with that idiot; most of them died after the gas chamber took them..." sneers Arctosia, as her bubble starts to shrink-wrap about her, "Bask in the glory that is my power... just for you, we'll play a different game this time. Let's see how long you manage to survive before you succumb..."

    The creature's body now surrounded in illumination, you feel your breath leave you as the glimmering silhouette twists and warps -- limbs and a body start to grow, landing on the ground with a crash as painfully sharp claws emerge from her feet; a long, pointed head, adorned by a peculiar headdress, rise from the light; shining gold bands wrapping themselves around unblemished skin, smooth like obsidian and equally dark. No... this is a creature you've never heard of, let alone seen before in living memory... or had you? What rationale remains in you niggles a distant memory of mention, long forgotten...

    "This ends now, Knoll! With this I'll crush everything you hold dear!" cackles Arctosia; her voice grainy and gravelly as the gem encrusted in her new body shines most ominously...

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    In that fragment of time nothing else seems to matter. Even as the smarting seems to fade from your free hand, your tears continue unstemmed, blurring your vision yet giving you such clarity as you look at the person you thought you could trust -- Impish and Eve, close as they are to you, seem miles away even now. Every second seems like eternity as you await Knoll's response, teetering between emotions and decisions, your perfect image perfect no more. Knoll almost appears to turn his head in slow motion; the mark you left behind still fresh on his face, but what causes more tears to spring from your eyes is the remorseful expression on his face. How could you have struck this man? How could he have kept you in the dark? More conflicting questions join the bubbling feelings in your heart, and as he draws near to you you find you can't bear to look at him anymore. Silently sobbing you feel his hand brush your cheek, his familiar warmth brushing away the tears; a gesture you don't reject but still refuse to reciprocate.

    "Stacey." You sniff a little as you register his voice. "I want you to know, first of all... that I would never lie to you. I... I've never lied to you, not since we met."

    "He's right, you know." The irksome little creatures pipes up from her bubble, and you glare in her direction.

    "I was... am, still a writer. I was the one... who wrote the slates you helped me find." Surprise overriding your sadness, you see Knoll bow his head; his forehead frowned in regretful memory. "Distant centuries ago, I was the first unauthorised human to ever enter Arctosia's temple. You know what happened to me from the slates; Arctosia's power had bound me to insanity when I was around others... I was foolish, Stacey. Too foolish to see how my thirst for knowledge would forever splatter this land's history with so much..." The word almost escapes his lips before he clamped it shut. "Wilfrid was the one who helped me. You know as a Ghost specialist how Drifloon were made of the spirits of people and Pokémon... his existence gave me form, and freed me of the curse of insanity that plagued me in my life... in that time, I learned, some years after I had penned my thoughts on the slates, others had gone missing. They had gone missing in the Temple of Arctosia, after witnessing the state I was in, to see what horrors the Temple hid. They had gone in... for my sake." Another wince. "They were never seen again. I tried to breach the temple myself with Wilfrid, but we never got further than the chamber you now stand in... An audience with Arctosia had to be answered by the correct combination of Pokémon indicated by what I had copied. I spent years, decades, trying to salvage the souls that were consigned to tortured damnation because of --"

    "Alright. I grow weary of this show of weeping." Almost with a snarl Arctosia hovers above her throne, steadily moving towards your company; her bubble now a malevolent red. "I suppose it's noteworthy, Knoll, that you've managed to convince someone to walk this pointless path with you and reach me alone. I'll let you bathe in that distinction... this time. It'll make the pain easier while you watch me rip this girl's soul out of her body, particle by miserable particl--"

    "Shup shup!" Without anyone noticing, the female Shuppet that had followed you escapes Lucius' grasp, diving over to Arctosia in indignance and rage --

    "Perish, weakling!" Before anyone can cry out a single blue orb is fired from Arctosia, flying like a nuclear missile as it crashes into Shuppet; its energy exploding over her ethereal form, leaving nary a panicked gasp as it whites her out of existence --

    "NO!" His attention returned to the adversary, Knoll lunges with his fists clenched as your Pokémon stare in shock and revulsion, "You foul beast; you're no g--!"

    "SILENCE!"

    A psychic blow, stronger than anything you'd ever felt, sends you flying to the end of the chamber; as you collapse the sounds of other bumps and cries indicate your other Pokémon alongside you. "Gah! Uu... urrgh..."

    "Mis!" The shriek of Missy forces your eyes open, at the sight of Knoll and Wilfrid doubled over in agony; dark bolts of electricity shimmering all over them, forcing them in place...

    "Stacey, was it? You're one to be commended yourself. I hadn't expected anyone to come this far with that idiot; most of them died after the gas chamber took them..." sneers Arctosia, as her bubble starts to shrink-wrap about her, "Bask in the glory that is my power... just for you, we'll play a different game this time. Let's see how long you manage to survive before you succumb..."

    The creature's body now surrounded in illumination, you feel your breath leave you as the glimmering silhouette twists and warps -- limbs and a body start to grow, landing on the ground with a crash as painfully sharp claws emerge from her feet; a long, pointed head, adorned by a peculiar headdress, rise from the light; shining gold bands wrapping themselves around unblemished skin, smooth like obsidian and equally dark. No... this is a creature you've never heard of, let alone seen before in living memory... or had you? What rationale remains in you niggles a distant memory of mention, long forgotten...

    "This ends now, Knoll! With this I'll crush everything you hold dear!" cackles Arctosia; her voice grainy and gravelly as the gem encrusted in her new body shines most ominously...
    Stacey was breathing heavily as her face contorted with emotion. She could see her hand imprint so clearly on Knoll's face, a red maring of such perfect skin and she began to instantly regret her actions. Even if he had lied to her, or rather. not to her the entire truth, to see the remorse in her eyes it broke her heart even further. It was if the world had melted away, nothing existed but her and him and it was all that mattered. She blinked back tears as she wrung her wrists out before her looking hesitant of her hasty accusations but she needed to hear what he had to say. The rest of the world seemed to leak back into place as she felt the Pokemon in her arms and around her neck, their familiar presence a comfort in all of this.

    Knoll slowly approached her and her inner conflict had her heart torn as she shook with yet more emotion. Bowing her head no longer able to make eye contact she felt his hand brush along her cheek and she closed her eyes against the tender feeling, more tear trickling from her eyes to dampen his hand. Oh how she longed to throw her arms around him now and forget the last few horrible minutes, but would he want that, would he return the sentiment? Stacey sighed against his hand but left her head down cast, feeling him about to speak.

    "Stacey. I want you to know, first of all... that I would never lie to you. I... I've never lied to you, not since we met." Stacey looked up to meet his eyes seeing the honesty in them and frowned which turned into a glare at the so called Goddess butted in agreeing with the Writer.

    He began to tell her about his past, how he had been the one to write those tablets they searched so hard for. That he was soo consumed by his obsession in finding this chamber and how it had driven him to insanity. Stacey cast as glance to Wilfred as Knoll spoke fondly of the Driftblim being his salvation, freeing him of the curse allowing him to live again. He went on to discover that others had heard of his disappearance and had gone in search of Arctosia's Temple in to find him only to disappear along side him. Many had lost their lives because of him. She could feel the guilt radiating off him and it only seemed to feed her own. Knolls story however was cut short as Arctosia interrupted once more, this time with a more malicious tone to her voice.

    The two of them still so very close turned to see the tiny Goddess floating ever closer in her bubble, the protective sphere glowing a harsh and menacing red.

    "I suppose it's noteworthy, Knoll, that you've managed to convince someone to walk this pointless path with you and reach me alone. I'll let you bathe in that distinction... this time. It'll make the pain easier while you watch me rip this girl's soul out of her body, particle by miserable particl--" Her tyrade is interrupted as the little Shuppet gives an indignant cry before speeding off towards the creature. Before even a warning could be issued and without a second thought Arcotosia fired a blue orbs towards her commanding her to die and as the energy exploded into her she culd hardly gasp as she was wiped from existance. Stacey stared in horror, that poor Shuppet, she hadn't harmed anyone, she wasn't a threat, why would she hurt such a young and innocent thing?

    Knoll and Lucius' screams seemed to mingle together as they raged over the little Shuppets death. Lucius was held back by Missy who had intervenes before her friend was murdered the same way, Stacey couldn't act fast enough to stop Knoll. He roared lunging at Arctosia his fists pulled back ready to strike yelling at her in disbelief and anger.

    The cry of "SILENCE!" filled the air along with a powerful psychic blast that threw everyone back. Stacey grunted as she was launched into the air landing hard on the floor at the other side of the chamber Impish and Eve landing on top of her and Anna yelping in pain as Lucius landed on her. Closing her eyes that still against the waves of pain from her now injured back she heard Missy cry out in alarm and despair. Picking herself up and grimacing she turned her attention to her Mismagius whom was watching Knoll and Wilfred. They were glued to the spot as dark electric energy seemed to wash over them not letting them move, causing groans of pain from both men. Stacey couldn’t tear her eyes away from their suffering and moved towards them when Arctosia’s voice cut through her drawing her attention away.

    "Stacey, was it? You're one to be commended yourself. I hadn't expected anyone to come this far with that idiot; most of them died after the gas chamber took them..." sneers Arctosia, as her bubble starts to shrink-wrap about her, "Bask in the glory that is my power... just for you, we'll play a different game this time. Let's see how long you manage to survive before you succumb..."

    As she finished her taunt she begins to shift and change shape as Stacey hugged herself protectively. Her illuminated form began to grow as new limbs emerged along with a lean body and large head. She hit the ground with a crash, her new clawed feet scratching against the floor dangerously. Her skin was perfect and dark as the night, her new head was long and adorned by a peculiar headdress signifying her own sense of royalty. Gold bands wrapped around her arms shimmering in the light and as Stacey stared she began to wonder what kind of creature she could possibly be, she had never seen anything like this, or had she? Something niggled in the back of her mind, past the raw emotions and fear, a distant memory of darkness and light. Stacey stood tall and faced down the Goddess, wiping her tears from her face, this thing had threatened her and was already showing how she felt about Knoll, if she just stood back she would quickly be killed.

    "This ends now, Knoll! With this I'll crush everything you hold dear!" cackles Arctosia as the large gem in her form shines with ominous power. Stacey settled for a new emotion, a more familiar emotion that wrapped around her comfortably like a warm blanket, anger. This creature was the cause of all her despair, she and Knoll were suffering because of her and her sick twisted little games.

    “It will end now,” she whispered as she stared down the Goddess. “I will end all this and you will release Knoll. We have all made mistakes, error in judgements. Knoll is not to blame in all this, you are. I have had enough of being manipulated and played with. You cannot play with peoples lives like this, you cannot just destroy innocent People and Pokemon for you pleasure and amusement. Enough tears, now we will destroy you,” Stacey said with conviction and bravery. Impish had bounded over to her and stood before her ready to fight and although Lucius wanted to avenge the little Shuppet he was still recovering from the last battle. The two had spoken without words and Impish had stepped forward to avenge the fallen in his place. Missy floated over to Knoll and Wilfred hoping to help somehow whilst Lucius, Anna and Eve kept close together.

    ‘I’ll make it up to you Knoll when all this is said and done I promise’ Stacey thought before concentrating on Arctosia. She had no idea how to take her down; she was no ordinary Pokemon after all they would have to be careful.

    “Be on guard Imp, this is not going to be easy or fun, just be careful. Fake Out to start, then Nasty Plot and Ominous Wind.”


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    Pushed to the brink multiple times over, all the stress you've encountered in this adventure has now built up to boiling point -- you're now certain of the individual to be considered your enemy, filled with revulsion at her taunting, her attitude, her everything. Briefly making sure everyone is safe, you send out Impish into the fray; the Sableye only more than willing to give this supposed goddess a piece of his mind. Even as he does so, though, you notice a tremble flicker across his tenacious expression and his claws quiver -- was his attack strength being diminished? The rational part of your thought wonders if this isn't the Intimidate ability when, with the strongest man-roar he can muster, Impish charges at his enemy. Leaping up he smacks Arctosia by her new jaw, and you hear the sound of nails scraping stone as Arctosia rears her head, the glimmer in her forehead dimming.

    "Was that supposed to hurt? Are you so consumed by grief that you are now eager to die?" sneers the beast. Recoiling from his attack, Impish glares at Arctosia while Nasty Plots fill his head. "Don't make this too easy, now... It's no fun if you don't at least suffer a little..."

    "Sabl! Sabl sabl!" snaps Impish, waving his hands in rage, but his expression is soon changed to one of pain as yellow energy suddenly erupts under him, flinging him upwards from the Earth Power below the tiles. Landing with a solid thump, Impish sends Ominous Wind erupting out of his eyes and mouth, but to your horror Arctosia seems to simply take this hit, too.

    "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really have a knack for making the worst choices, don't you? And I thought so highly of you before," Arctosia sighs, feigning a yawn. "But then again, you were smart enough to team up with this other loser of a human..."

    "Mis!" cries Missy, indignance in her tears as she lays her arms protectively over Wilfrid, the latter who can do little more than cringe. All things considered, though, the shapeshifter has a point: as things stand right now you're not going anywhere...

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    Pushed to the brink multiple times over, all the stress you've encountered in this adventure has now built up to boiling point -- you're now certain of the individual to be considered your enemy, filled with revulsion at her taunting, her attitude, her everything. Briefly making sure everyone is safe, you send out Impish into the fray; the Sableye only more than willing to give this supposed goddess a piece of his mind. Even as he does so, though, you notice a tremble flicker across his tenacious expression and his claws quiver -- was his attack strength being diminished? The rational part of your thought wonders if this isn't the Intimidate ability when, with the strongest man-roar he can muster, Impish charges at his enemy. Leaping up he smacks Arctosia by her new jaw, and you hear the sound of nails scraping stone as Arctosia rears her head, the glimmer in her forehead dimming.

    "Was that supposed to hurt? Are you so consumed by grief that you are now eager to die?" sneers the beast. Recoiling from his attack, Impish glares at Arctosia while Nasty Plots fill his head. "Don't make this too easy, now... It's no fun if you don't at least suffer a little..."

    "Sabl! Sabl sabl!" snaps Impish, waving his hands in rage, but his expression is soon changed to one of pain as yellow energy suddenly erupts under him, flinging him upwards from the Earth Power below the tiles. Landing with a solid thump, Impish sends Ominous Wind erupting out of his eyes and mouth, but to your horror Arctosia seems to simply take this hit, too.

    "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really have a knack for making the worst choices, don't you? And I thought so highly of you before," Arctosia sighs, feigning a yawn. "But then again, you were smart enough to team up with this other loser of a human..."

    "Mis!" cries Missy, indignance in her tears as she lays her arms protectively over Wilfrid, the latter who can do little more than cringe. All things considered, though, the shapeshifter has a point: as things stand right now you're not going anywhere...
    It was clear to see from Arctosia's body language that she didn't see the woman and her tiny Sableye as a threat, and she was probably right. She was a Goddess after all who had taken on this form in order to axtract sweet misery and pain from her victims, but Stacey refused to be a victim, not again. Once this was all she could talk to Knoll, things could be explained and feelings healed but right now this demon-God was in the way and threatening their lives. Impish showed no fear, he rarely did in battle but Stacey could tell he was apprehensive, something she mirrored in her own body language rubbing her arms protectively. Her face looked calm, the tear tracks on her cheeks beginning to dry up as her eyes now dry locked onto the threat.

    Impish took his orders in his stride but seemed locked in place shuddering a little, as if an unseen force was making him nervous, was she using an ability to scare him, reduce his attack power? Imp steels himself and with a roar was quick to make the first move running on his little limbs and smacking Arctosia across her ebony jaw with a Fake Out, an atack that would normally make the recipient flinch. Arctosia was no orderinary foe though, she merely tilted her head back rather bemused at the weak attack, sneering at the air making Stacey nervous and Impish incensed. Glaring at her he imagined all the Nasty awful things he would do to her boosting his attacks for later.

    "Don't make this too easy, now... It's no fun if you don't at least suffer a little..." Impish growls and yells at her eager to slice her jaw clean off and shut up her jeers when he was launched into the air by the ground as it litterall attacked him sending him crashing to his side. Her Earth Power was powerful and she knew it. Impish rose back to his feet, he wasn't one to be felled by one attack and fired his Ominous Wind from his eyes and mouth the ghostly winds rushing over Arcotosia again with no effect. This wasn't good.

    "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really have a knack for making the worst choices, don't you? And I thought so highly of you before," Arctosia sighs, feigning a yawn. "But then again, you were smart enough to team up with this other loser of a human..."

    Stacey frowned looking over to Knoll and Wilfred who were still locked in a feotal position the electricity causing groans of pain from their forms. Missy was laying her hands protectively over the Drifblim at a loss at what she could do to help, gentle tears still running from her eyes.

    Impish looked back to Stacey with the same concern she had. His attacks were proving to be useless and he was her strongest force. What could they do to take her down. They couldn't stop trying but would their efforts be in vain? Were they doomed to waste their energies on her only to be slaughtered at the end? No there had to be a weakness, something that would knock her off her pedestal. Normal and Ghost attacks hadn't worked so she would just have to try something else, she couldn't see the right strategy in front of her, it was eluding her leaving her only to guess work, and she hoped she reached the solution soon.

    "Keep trying Imp, curse her with Torment so she can't use the same attacks over." Stacey didn't want her to find a weakness of their own she could over exploit. "Then aim for the Gem in her body, try your Rock Smash and Hidden Power (Steel)."

    All they could do for now was try ...
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    Things don't look good for you at all, only worsened by the fact that no matter which way you look at it, you have no true idea of what it is you're now dealing with. A deep scowl curves along the edge of Impish's sharp-toothed mouth, furious at the being threatening his mistress, and promptly he lets fly a slew of jibbering insults. Though you know Torment to be a non-offensive tactic with no chance of damage or missing its mark, a glance at Arctosia's consistent smirk has you wondering if she's even being affected at all. "You wound me," she mocks, as though reading your mind. "Did you sincerely think I would be so unimaginative? You don't have the liberty to be playing around, you know..."

    "Sabl?" A wave of foreboding goes through your head; its abruptness eclipsed by your gut instinct to watch out, but little can be done as a swipe across the air hurls Impish back from the impact of the Faint Attack, and when you gaze at Arctosia it doesn't even seem like she moved at all. Was it speed, or simply affinity to the forces of darkness? Impish doesn't appear too concerned about the details, lunging forward with the ferocity you know of him when he's incensed, and with Fighting energy locked inside his tightly clenched knuckles he jumps.

    "Wh--?!" Arctosia is barely given a moment to interject when Impish's Rock Smash connects with her lower jaw, and all at once the sound of breaking, crumbling stone echoes through the chamber like a gunshot. Rolling back, Impish flashes you a look of slight surprise before the two of you glance towards the writhing enemy, shaking her mandible as though a critical injury had been delivered, but was it possible given the technique's generally low damage? Maybe a few pieces of the puzzle, crucial to your survival, had started to fall, but could you put them in place?

    "Grrrrr... You...!"

    Your brain scarcely manages to file these mental notes away for future reference where possible before you feel the ground seem to explode beneath your feet -- this time rocks and dust flying outward from Arctosia as she unleashes a show of Ancientpower, and for a moment you expect to feel your back crunch against the wall again. Instead you find yourself skidding, stretching your worn outfit in some places and even tearing them in a couple, landing amongst the others; Missy and Lucius trying their best to shield the rest from the crux of the wave. Picking yourself up you look around at the walls, pulsing purple with their twisted symbols; had the chamber somehow grown in the other direction in that split second? Scrambling onto all fours Impish runs at Arctosia, twin blasts of Hidden Power exploding out of his diamond eyes that strike Arctosia's neck, and once again you hear her grunt in apparent pain. You have a good feeling you're closer to discovering the secrets behind what you're facing when Arctosia raises her left claw, almost crushing Impish in the dark blow she delivers, her eyes blazing with malice and vengeance as you recognise the amplified Payback.

    "Getting a little big for our boots now, are we?" snarls Arctosia, as Impish gets to his feet ahead of you, clutching his arm while flames begin to lick her teeth in a very familiar fashion you'd witnessed only moments ago. "It's too early to be rejoicing, if at all..."

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    Things don't look good for you at all, only worsened by the fact that no matter which way you look at it, you have no true idea of what it is you're now dealing with. A deep scowl curves along the edge of Impish's sharp-toothed mouth, furious at the being threatening his mistress, and promptly he lets fly a slew of jibbering insults. Though you know Torment to be a non-offensive tactic with no chance of damage or missing its mark, a glance at Arctosia's consistent smirk has you wondering if she's even being affected at all. "You wound me," she mocks, as though reading your mind. "Did you sincerely think I would be so unimaginative? You don't have the liberty to be playing around, you know..."

    "Sabl?" A wave of foreboding goes through your head; its abruptness eclipsed by your gut instinct to watch out, but little can be done as a swipe across the air hurls Impish back from the impact of the Faint Attack, and when you gaze at Arctosia it doesn't even seem like she moved at all. Was it speed, or simply affinity to the forces of darkness? Impish doesn't appear too concerned about the details, lunging forward with the ferocity you know of him when he's incensed, and with Fighting energy locked inside his tightly clenched knuckles he jumps.

    "Wh--?!" Arctosia is barely given a moment to interject when Impish's Rock Smash connects with her lower jaw, and all at once the sound of breaking, crumbling stone echoes through the chamber like a gunshot. Rolling back, Impish flashes you a look of slight surprise before the two of you glance towards the writhing enemy, shaking her mandible as though a critical injury had been delivered, but was it possible given the technique's generally low damage? Maybe a few pieces of the puzzle, crucial to your survival, had started to fall, but could you put them in place?

    "Grrrrr... You...!"

    Your brain scarcely manages to file these mental notes away for future reference where possible before you feel the ground seem to explode beneath your feet -- this time rocks and dust flying outward from Arctosia as she unleashes a show of Ancientpower, and for a moment you expect to feel your back crunch against the wall again. Instead you find yourself skidding, stretching your worn outfit in some places and even tearing them in a couple, landing amongst the others; Missy and Lucius trying their best to shield the rest from the crux of the wave. Picking yourself up you look around at the walls, pulsing purple with their twisted symbols; had the chamber somehow grown in the other direction in that split second? Scrambling onto all fours Impish runs at Arctosia, twin blasts of Hidden Power exploding out of his diamond eyes that strike Arctosia's neck, and once again you hear her grunt in apparent pain. You have a good feeling you're closer to discovering the secrets behind what you're facing when Arctosia raises her left claw, almost crushing Impish in the dark blow she delivers, her eyes blazing with malice and vengeance as you recognise the amplified Payback.

    "Getting a little big for our boots now, are we?" snarls Arctosia, as Impish gets to his feet ahead of you, clutching his arm while flames begin to lick her teeth in a very familiar fashion you'd witnessed only moments ago. "It's too early to be rejoicing, if at all..."
    Stacey was merely stabbing in the dark and Arctosia knew it, she didn't even seemed fazed by the Torment placed upon her, taking it more as an offense. Loving the sound her own voice, she allows herself time to goad Stacey and Imp both of whom looked nervously onwards. This whole situation had the pair on edge, it was no ordinary battle and Stacey feared she was just going to make mistake after mistake.

    The bad feelings just wouldn't go away and as Imp yelped in pain thrown back by a wave of Faint Attack she knew they were well founded. Imp was quick to his feet and Stacey felt a little relieved although the Goddess was powerful the her Sableye has brushed the dark attack off. Thorough ticked off he pulled his fist back before rushing towards Arctosia leaping and throwing his fist through her jaw and Stacey felt her own drop as the strike seemed to have a great effect. Arctosia cried in pain and chunks of her chin had dropped off from the impact. Imp looked back at his trainer as shocked as she was before a wicked grin covered his face, they had found a weakness, finally they could see a light a the end of the tunnel. Rock Smash was usually a weak attack and the way Arctosia reacted to it, she must have a pretty big soft spot for Fighting energies.

    Just as she had finished these thoughts as Arctosia growled in sheer annoyance and the ground erupted, as if her anger had exploded through the floor. The Ancient Power was litterally everywhere and Stacey just had enough time to shield her face as she was thrown back the rocks slicing into her clothes and skin, Missy and Lucius tried to protect everyone else frm the blast. Picking herself up ignoring the newly acquired injuries she surveyed the room which looked even larger than before. Imp shook off the pain of the attack and began to run towards the beast on all fours firing off steel-laced energy from his eyes. Arctosia grunted as the energy hit her in the neck, again this appeared effective, her stabbing at the dark had actually brought forth blood. There isn't time to celebrate however as Arcotosia brings her her claw down almost crushing Impish in her grip Stacey cried out as her Payback left him pinned to the floor.

    Stacey dug her fingers into her palms as she saw the claw retract and Imp slowly crawl away getting back to his feet holding onto his arm gingerly.

    "Getting a little big for our boots now, are we?" Arctosia snarls as fire begins to form around her teeth. Imp stared her down waiting for orders, ones that would hopefully mean more pain for her. Stacey tried to think quickly, her mind and body sick and tired, all she wanted to do was rest but there was no time for that now. Arctosia was not as invicible as she made out to be, powerful yes, but not unbeatable. The fighting and steel attacks had inflicted some great pain, so she could be part rock type. Stacey wondered if there was another type, to her, if she figured it out she could work a better strategy. Was she a dark type too, with her ebony skin and affinty for the energies it was a possibily, time to test it out.

    "Imp, Confuse Ray quickly then hit her with a Signal Beam and a Low Kick."


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    Certain now that you've figured out a possible key to standing a chance against Arctosia, you call more orders to Impish as he pants, visibly tired but unwilling to let up. Furious with the tenacity and cruelty of his opponent, a mysterious glint sparks through his eyes before a Confuse Ray emerges like an aurora, bathing the room in Impish's own special light. Coating Arctosia with the obfusticating beam, Impish's face lights up in a grin, affirmed that the goddess would now stumble aimlessly, but as the aura filters out you discover that the outcome is anything but: the telltale translucents flecks of a Safeguard flicker with the vanishing of Impish's ray.

    "I wonder... you're starting to become somewhat interesting. Just how much can you claim to know?" she muses, the shapeshifting deity sounding almost benign in her new voice. "Or have you simply been bumbling in the dark?" A cackle follows this latest jab at your confidence, and you can't help but cringe slightly at having the nail struck on the head. Now positively snapping at the insolent Arctosia Impish screeches; a Signal Beam sizzling out of his eyes like a bullet from a gun, dealing a direct blow to the side of Arctosia's mouth. Your heart leaps as the goddess, try as she might, fails to conceal the grunt squashed out of the side of her jaw; at least you're now more certain than ever that your hypotheses about Arctosia's newly assumed form are accurate. A smile dances along the edge of your lip that does not go unseen by Impish -- flashing a triumphant smile in response, Impish bounds ahead, switching to a bipedal advance before Arctosia can catch him in mid-dash, and sliding like a baseball player he delivers a Low Kick to Arctosia's left leg.

    "Khhhh--!" As another crack and crumble ring out through the room you see the pulsing glyphs lining the walls falter a little; surely that must have been a crippling blow? But what glimmer of hope instantly fizzles out as the teetering beast's expression turns from agony to anger; falling from her shifted position she surrounds Impish in the shadow of her Body Slam, pinning the solid spectre in a surprise attack. New tears sting your eyes, but as Arctosia resumes her poise Impish crawls out of ground zero, bruised but still hanging in there. "You think you've figured it out, have you? You haven't even scratched the surface of potential that this body holds!" she roars, suddenly smouldering with violet shade, and even as Impish pulls himself away you see his muscles strain then relax; his speed growing sluggish as the Spite drains him of his Fighting strength, tiring him out more than ever...

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    Certain now that you've figured out a possible key to standing a chance against Arctosia, you call more orders to Impish as he pants, visibly tired but unwilling to let up. Furious with the tenacity and cruelty of his opponent, a mysterious glint sparks through his eyes before a Confuse Ray emerges like an aurora, bathing the room in Impish's own special light. Coating Arctosia with the obfusticating beam, Impish's face lights up in a grin, affirmed that the goddess would now stumble aimlessly, but as the aura filters out you discover that the outcome is anything but: the telltale translucents flecks of a Safeguard flicker with the vanishing of Impish's ray.

    "I wonder... you're starting to become somewhat interesting. Just how much can you claim to know?" she muses, the shapeshifting deity sounding almost benign in her new voice. "Or have you simply been bumbling in the dark?" A cackle follows this latest jab at your confidence, and you can't help but cringe slightly at having the nail struck on the head. Now positively snapping at the insolent Arctosia Impish screeches; a Signal Beam sizzling out of his eyes like a bullet from a gun, dealing a direct blow to the side of Arctosia's mouth. Your heart leaps as the goddess, try as she might, fails to conceal the grunt squashed out of the side of her jaw; at least you're now more certain than ever that your hypotheses about Arctosia's newly assumed form are accurate. A smile dances along the edge of your lip that does not go unseen by Impish -- flashing a triumphant smile in response, Impish bounds ahead, switching to a bipedal advance before Arctosia can catch him in mid-dash, and sliding like a baseball player he delivers a Low Kick to Arctosia's left leg.

    "Khhhh--!" As another crack and crumble ring out through the room you see the pulsing glyphs lining the walls falter a little; surely that must have been a crippling blow? But what glimmer of hope instantly fizzles out as the teetering beast's expression turns from agony to anger; falling from her shifted position she surrounds Impish in the shadow of her Body Slam, pinning the solid spectre in a surprise attack. New tears sting your eyes, but as Arctosia resumes her poise Impish crawls out of ground zero, bruised but still hanging in there. "You think you've figured it out, have you? You haven't even scratched the surface of potential that this body holds!" she roars, suddenly smouldering with violet shade, and even as Impish pulls himself away you see his muscles strain then relax; his speed growing sluggish as the Spite drains him of his Fighting strength, tiring him out more than ever...
    Stacey was barely hanging onto hope, the hope that this beast had a weakness and that they had found it and could exploit it. The task of felling the Goddess seemed less insurmountable now and she was clinging onto this thread of hope with all she had. Impish was ready to move and as Arctosia powered up what looked like a Fire Fang he let loose a brilliant beam of light that filled the room. With her confused it would make the battle easier for them, but Stacey felt her heart drop that little further as the sparkling remnants of a Safeguard shield shone from around the Goddess.

    She sounds curious at Stacey's claim of knowledge of her form and its weakness and wondered if it was just conjecture. Stacey knew that her face showed her doubt but they were about to find out. Not detterred by the failure of his last move Impish quickly executed another, another beam of energy ripping forth from his eyes fuelled by rage smashing into Arctosias face and try as she might, she couldn't hide the grimace of pain it caused. Stacey felt that hope grow brighter, a beacon in the dark, she had been right! Now they knew what they were fighting they stood a better chance of defeating her, they would defeat her, losing was not an option! Imp cackles at his success and runs towards his target ready to inflict what he knew would be great pain. Twin smiles were etched on the faces of ghost and human alike as the Sableye delivered a baseball slide to Arctosia's leg his Low Kick taking more chunks from her skin. The glyphs on the walls seemed to falter, flicker on an off as if they were feeling their master's pain and Stacey wondered if the dark creature would still go on with these wounds. Stacey felt her breath catch in her throat as she fell, her shadow swallowing Impish whole as she converted her fall into a Body Slam that crushed her Pokemon. Tears stung at her eyes as she heard his pained yell and the crunch of his body under rock.

    Arctosia returns to her feet and Impish manages to crawl away bruised but fortunately still moving and still alive. He hobbles back over to his trainer who wished this nightmare was over, everyone was suffering.

    "You think you've figured it out, have you? You haven't even scratched the surface of potential that this body holds!" she roars as an indigo energy surrounds Impish making him wince and hug himself. The Spite was robbing him of what little fighting reserved he had and made him suffer for even thinking of using them. Stacey shook, she was robbing them of their advantage, they were back to the start but now Impish was injured and exhausted. Stacey hoped he had enough fighting energy for a last charge, hey had a powerful technique that could be the tideturner in this awful war. For now they would have to battle on using other resources. Stacey took a moment to close her eyes and let loose a wish, 'please let Impish come out of this alright' she gave her empassioned plea before continuing.

    "Imp try a Flash then ... we will have to take a stab in the dark this time, Metronome and end with something we know will work: Earthquake."


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    Denied of a crucial advantage you only had just some moments ago, it is all you can do to prevent yourself from falling to pieces on the spot. Gritting your teeth and whispering a prayer you offer Impish alternative plans; the well-trained Sableye nodding resolutely as he crawls to his feet. A bright Flash decorates the inside of the chamber, momentarily causing the violent ambience to pale in comparison, but another dull thud of despair echoes in you when you find that Arctosia doesn't appear to so much as even blinked. "An accuracy drop. Quaint," she leers. "You're pretty much done now, aren't you? Once this one falls... he is your strongest one, isn't he? You'll be finished, Stacey..."

    Cold sweat slides down your spine as Arctosia looms closer to Impish; for certain you can't quite deny her declarations, and more importantly, why was she starting to encroach towards the exact spot where Impish earlier illuminated? The Darkness Pokémon steps back as the transformed quadruped draws nearer, but Arctosia is clearly relentless -- another swipe through the darkness reminds you of the characteristics of Faint Attack; a technique that never misses its mark. In a split second Arctosia has Impish pinned under her claw, and there can be no doubt about it this time: not even a brief detriment to the goddess' sight would affect her aim. The underside of her claw lights with yellow and you scream as a pulse of Earth Power passes through Impish like a defribillator's discharge, his body shuddering from the immense power before falling limp.

    "Hm hm hm hm... Looks like it's all over for this one. Or should I toy with him a little more?" Arctosia ponders, hot tears searing down your face, straining between the desire to wrestle him from those cruel nails and the instincts of survival, and yet against your blurred vision you see glinting on the tips of Impish's fingers; even in such dire straits your companion refuses to give in. Whatever you might expect, nothing prepares you for the blaze that lights up around Impish in an instant, brighter and fiercer than anything you've seen before...

    "What?! It can't be!" Between surprised and annoyed, Arctosia tries to force her claw onto the inferno of Impish, who only continues to burn white-hot at the increased pressure. A deep feeling of warmth and hope, almost like a torch, slowly fills your body as you watch on, and you vaguely recall the snippets of legends you'd heard before. There's no mistaking it -- this must be the Sacred Fire you're witnessing, and in spite of Arctosia's hypothesised resistance the expression on her face eventually betrays the searing pain underfoot. "Aaargh!" she yelps as she finally rears her claw back, a trail of smoke and cinders following the trajectory revealing a severe burn on the paw's underside.

    "Sabl..." Still in his new mode of a living firestorm, Impish achieves standing position as his eyes blaze along with his attack, and leaping into a dive you see him perform a roll into Arctosia's chest, once more drawing a fresh cry from the shapeshifting deity and leaving scorching marks in his wake. Falling back from the pyrokinetic move he lands on his claws, meeting his gaze with Arctosia's half-pained, half-incensed glare. "Sabl!"

    Instantly you wave a hand to the others, grabbing Eve into your arms as you realise what's about to happen; instinctively Missy grabs hold of Wilfrid and Anna while Lucius pulls Knoll as best he can, everyone gathering in a mixed-up huddle as Impish unleashes his Earthquake. The effect is instantaneous; sounds of stone blocks snapping and cracking fill the air as your head pounds with intense flashes of colour you don't understand, but only vaguely suspect are due to the temple being steeped in cursed and magical power alike. Whimpers and grunts arise from your Pokémon and as you open your eyes, you feel another jolt in your heart at the sight of Knoll; his face writhing in an apparent struggle to keep breathing. You are filled with the urge to say something to him, but the visage of him tormented makes you wonder, sadly, if you shouldn't just let him be for now, and as you grapple with the decision the shaking stops. Turning around you see hissing wisps of what you hope is merely trapped air, and not something more sinister, rise up from the dishevelled floor tiles. Glittering specks of dust cloak the room in plaguing puffs, and the purple symbols along the walls erratically flicker like faulty neon lights, but your attention is on the two battlers some distance away. Luckily, Impish is still conscious, but clutching his side with one hand and half kneeling to support himself. On the other hand, Arctosia seems to have trouble balancing on three legs, her burned paw still smoking angrily from its injury. Could a resolution be possible soon?...

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    Denied of a crucial advantage you only had just some moments ago, it is all you can do to prevent yourself from falling to pieces on the spot. Gritting your teeth and whispering a prayer you offer Impish alternative plans; the well-trained Sableye nodding resolutely as he crawls to his feet. A bright Flash decorates the inside of the chamber, momentarily causing the violent ambience to pale in comparison, but another dull thud of despair echoes in you when you find that Arctosia doesn't appear to so much as even blinked. "An accuracy drop. Quaint," she leers. "You're pretty much done now, aren't you? Once this one falls... he is your strongest one, isn't he? You'll be finished, Stacey..."

    Cold sweat slides down your spine as Arctosia looms closer to Impish; for certain you can't quite deny her declarations, and more importantly, why was she starting to encroach towards the exact spot where Impish earlier illuminated? The Darkness Pokémon steps back as the transformed quadruped draws nearer, but Arctosia is clearly relentless -- another swipe through the darkness reminds you of the characteristics of Faint Attack; a technique that never misses its mark. In a split second Arctosia has Impish pinned under her claw, and there can be no doubt about it this time: not even a brief detriment to the goddess' sight would affect her aim. The underside of her claw lights with yellow and you scream as a pulse of Earth Power passes through Impish like a defribillator's discharge, his body shuddering from the immense power before falling limp.

    "Hm hm hm hm... Looks like it's all over for this one. Or should I toy with him a little more?" Arctosia ponders, hot tears searing down your face, straining between the desire to wrestle him from those cruel nails and the instincts of survival, and yet against your blurred vision you see glinting on the tips of Impish's fingers; even in such dire straits your companion refuses to give in. Whatever you might expect, nothing prepares you for the blaze that lights up around Impish in an instant, brighter and fiercer than anything you've seen before...

    "What?! It can't be!" Between surprised and annoyed, Arctosia tries to force her claw onto the inferno of Impish, who only continues to burn white-hot at the increased pressure. A deep feeling of warmth and hope, almost like a torch, slowly fills your body as you watch on, and you vaguely recall the snippets of legends you'd heard before. There's no mistaking it -- this must be the Sacred Fire you're witnessing, and in spite of Arctosia's hypothesised resistance the expression on her face eventually betrays the searing pain underfoot. "Aaargh!" she yelps as she finally rears her claw back, a trail of smoke and cinders following the trajectory revealing a severe burn on the paw's underside.

    "Sabl..." Still in his new mode of a living firestorm, Impish achieves standing position as his eyes blaze along with his attack, and leaping into a dive you see him perform a roll into Arctosia's chest, once more drawing a fresh cry from the shapeshifting deity and leaving scorching marks in his wake. Falling back from the pyrokinetic move he lands on his claws, meeting his gaze with Arctosia's half-pained, half-incensed glare. "Sabl!"

    Instantly you wave a hand to the others, grabbing Eve into your arms as you realise what's about to happen; instinctively Missy grabs hold of Wilfrid and Anna while Lucius pulls Knoll as best he can, everyone gathering in a mixed-up huddle as Impish unleashes his Earthquake. The effect is instantaneous; sounds of stone blocks snapping and cracking fill the air as your head pounds with intense flashes of colour you don't understand, but only vaguely suspect are due to the temple being steeped in cursed and magical power alike. Whimpers and grunts arise from your Pokémon and as you open your eyes, you feel another jolt in your heart at the sight of Knoll; his face writhing in an apparent struggle to keep breathing. You are filled with the urge to say something to him, but the visage of him tormented makes you wonder, sadly, if you shouldn't just let him be for now, and as you grapple with the decision the shaking stops. Turning around you see hissing wisps of what you hope is merely trapped air, and not something more sinister, rise up from the dishevelled floor tiles. Glittering specks of dust cloak the room in plaguing puffs, and the purple symbols along the walls erratically flicker like faulty neon lights, but your attention is on the two battlers some distance away. Luckily, Impish is still conscious, but clutching his side with one hand and half kneeling to support himself. On the other hand, Arctosia seems to have trouble balancing on three legs, her burned paw still smoking angrily from its injury. Could a resolution be possible soon?...
    I'm sorry I didn't realise you had updated me ^-^;;

    Stacey was clutching at imaginary straws as she gave Impish a new set of instructions, their one advantage robbed from them. The Sableye glows a brilliant white and everyone shields their eyes against the light as he attempts to robb oher of her eyesight but as the light fades Arctosia looks like she hadn't even blinked. Stacey feels her heart drop further, how could all their attempts be in vain and Arctosia took the opportunity to push the dagger further into her heart. She grins and is quick to force more doubts into her mind, she was right, Impish was her strongest, if he did fall what would they do? Stacey couldn't disguise the pained look from her face, she had such faith in her Pokemon, but the faith in herself for working with him to overcome the odds was minimal now, how could he beat her if she didn't believe they could?

    Arctosia looms over Impish who steps back uncomfortable by her closeness. The dark creature retaliates with a swipe of her claw, another Faint Attack, punishment for moving and she ensures that won't happen again by pinning him to the ground by said claw. Impish wriggles under her grasp a nervous look in his eye one only matched by his trainer. Arctosia's claw glows a familiar yellow and Stacey feels a scream tear through her throat as the energy pulsates through Impush and from the ground, trapped by a relentless wave of ground energy that makes him shake and yell in pain before falling limp.

    "Hm hm hm hm... Looks like it's all over for this one. Or should I toy with him a little more?" Arctosia sneers and Stacey feels her chest shudder as she cried hard for her little Pokemon. The vile creature how could she torture him like that.

    'Leave him ALONE' she screamed in her mind her mouth just not able to form the words as she blamed herself for his suffering. She closed her eyes not able to witness his pain any further when she heard a surprised yell from the beast herself. Looking up she saw Impish glowing brightly, a deep burning fire surrounding him as he fought on. How was that possible? Wait, his Metronome! What attack had he summoned that looked that radiant? Arctosia pushed her paw down harder onto his body hoping to quash the flames but the increased pressure only seemed to make his fire burn brighter, bolder. Stacey felt the warmth even from this distance and as his fire expanded sparking and glowing furiously she felt it warm her heart and soul, inspiring her and restoring her hope and faith. She closed her eyes as her tears dried and she almost heard the cry of the majestic Pheonix .... Ho-oh. It was a Sacred Fire, the move only known to the legendary Pheonix she was sure now, only through his Metronome had he been able to summon the life-bringing fire. It was a sign, a sign that they should not give up and like a Pheonix rising from the ashes Impish forced himself up as Arctosia yells in pain stumbling back holding her burnt paw close. Still surrounded by the intense flames, his eyes burning with a blue flame, he dives right at Arctosia in a roll smashing into her rocky hide bringing forth another cry of pain.

    Impish lands on the ground on all fours his claws flexing as he readied his next attack. Stacey's eyes widened as she remembered what she had ordered and she grabbed Even up in her arms waving to the others a warning. Missy scoops up a protesting Anna and clings onto Wilfred as Lucius tries desparately to lift Knoll up. Impish pulls on the power of the earth as he unleashes his Earthquake and the effect is instantaneous the stones cracking and shuddering against the shuddering plates of earth. Flashes of colour hit their senses as the power filling the room is interupted. Stacey catches sight of Knoll and her heart bleeds for him, she was partly to blame for his state after all. He looked to be struggling to breath and in deep pain. She fought the urge to embrace him, knowing that right now at this moment she should leave him be, his suffering would end soon she promised and she kept her promises.

    The quake comes to an end and Stacey looks around to see dust and smoke rising from the displaces stone flooring, the lights that once brightly lit the room flickering on and off, damaged from the attack. Her gaze is soon drawn to the two fighters and Impish, despite the vicous assault he gave, looked to be worse off. He was half kneeling exhausted and in great pain, his arm cluthed to his side, the continous attacks to his torso possibly haivng broke a rib or two. Arctosia was in no fit shape either as she struggled to stay upright on 3 feet her fourth burnt badly from the Sacred Fire. Both were injured but who would fall first? Impish had put up a great fight, never quiting even when his trainer had, Stacey would fight to the end with him. She should have had more faith but now the fire had given her hope. They would take this to the end, she believed they could end this suffering and destroy the goddess. But first Stacey needed to even the pain out.

    "Impish, I'm sorry I wans't strong enough, I'm sorry I lost faith but now I see clearly. Its time to finish this." They wouldn't be able to do much with Impish in this state, perhaps they should try ... "Impish Pain Split then attack with another Signal Beam. Finally ... " They needed something that would end this, there was a move in his arsenal that she had been saving, she only hoped he had the fighting reserves to pull it off. "Put your everything into a final attack, unleash your Focus Blast and end it!"


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    With your best lieutenant merely flung aside like an insignificant speck, you figure whatever he might have lacked in strength he would make up for what Gyarados did to him. Sending him in with fresh orders, you watch as Brawly thunders down the arena to the cheers of the Phione with fire and brimstone burning in his eyes. Waving his outstretched claws he roars to snag the writhing dragon's attention, and even in its confusion the gesture is enough to get Gyarados to slow down and glance at the Croconaw's Scary Face. While under normal conditions you wouldn't expect a towering leviathan to have any reason for fearing a crocodile, the moment's hesitation is all the opportunity Brawly needs. Pushing his increased speed forward the valiant reptile jumps at Gyarados' crest, latching onto the centre spike of Gyarados' crest. Renewed pain from Brawly's Crunch sends a ripple through the sea dragon, roaring as it rears again to the crowd's excitement, desperately trying to tear Brawly off through sheer force once more but failing -- you know that this time, Brawly's natural strength in his jaws will keep him secured. Unable to discern even direction, Gyarados releases several bombs of Dragon Rage from its open jaw, raining fiery death from above as the Phione disperse in fright. The sounds of splintering are heard as the fireballs land amongst vacated stands, sending dust and marble everywhere.

    "Pip-lup?" The little penguin tugs at your leg, and you recognise the uncertainty in its voice; not even the sea angels seem to have control of the situation. Glancing up, you see Ice start to form from Brawly's Fangs as he starts to inject freezing energy instead, slowly coating the trident horns in crystallised water. A resounding crash, followed by a grating rumble as Gyarados drags its head across the floor, damaging itself in its berserk status while thankfully, Brawly continues hanging on. Gyarados seems rather battered now, but you know this state of confusion and Brawly holding on can't last forever...
    Spits of grain brushed backward as the reptilian so tactlessly roly-polied in his trainer’s direction. Wes felt his legs buckle, the unsettling thuds of a downed ally rippling down his spine in an unwanted sense of empathy. Wes wouldn’t give up this far down the line, Brawly’s stamina was at its peak, and as the crocodile sprung back to his feet Wes knew they stood a good chance. The Croconaw sucked up the pain from his bruised limbs, clenching each clawed fists as a signal for Wes’s next command. Wes smiled as the Croconaw rushed forward on queue, his agile yet slightly uncoordinated pounces prompting a standing ovation from the legendary sea slugs. The glint of fire in the reptile’s eyes ignited as he bellowed a passionate roar the likes of which would demand Gyarados’s attention. The dizzy dragon was in the midst of its confusion towering above the archaic gladiatorial attempting to focus on which could only be distinguished as a blue streak against the dusty coliseum. The blur slowly came into focus, a hardy Croconaw sporting a gnarly grimace which was enough to momentarily startle the towering serpent. The lapse in speed gracefully sent Croconaw through a window of opportunity – headed right for the beast’s horny crest. The croc hugged against the rock-hard trident, his stubby arms failing to keep much of a grip. He helplessly scraped against the slippery apex, hacking franticly in hopes of anchoring against the unsettled vessel. Wes looked nervous, the tentative level gap between to two likely to be crushed with Brawly’s 20-foot drop. Brawly was inches from his impending doom, the Gyarados looking to regain its senses as the exotic crowd winced in suspense.

    Suddenly! The crocodile slipped! Dangling from a nasty height by one arm, he was two week to hold on much longer. Brawly shifted his body weight rearward in a swinging motion, swaying back and forth before lunging upward with his gained momentum. Playing to his strengths, the Big Jaw Pokémon propelled forward with his mouth agape – colliding with the crown and snapping it shut. With his teeth sinking into the rock-like horn a dissatisfying sensation of pain rippled through the Gyarados’s skull; aggravated moreso by his intense headache. Wes cheered as Brawly’s jaws locked, an inseparable anchorage giving leeway for a major spring of damage. Gyarados flailed and roared like a lassoed Tauros, powerless to the crocodile as it aimlessly spat a flurry of draconic inferno about the coliseum. The Phione flee from their bleachers as the hell fire rains back down, Wes scooping up the stout penguin and recoiling from the line of fire. Like a harmful acid the liquid sizzled against the archaic stands – the splintering echoes enough to warn Wes this was no doubt a higher-tier Gyarados. Piplup tugged on the trainer’s leg, his uneasy squeak causing a lump under in Wes’s throat. Wes wondered how much control the sea angels had over the fight, fears of the ruins collapsing began to seep through the boys mind. They’d have to focus on containing the beast as opposed to feeding its rampant behavior. Glancing upward - way upward - Wes caught sight of the crocodile, gnawing just meters above the dragon’s brow. A crackle of blue energy jolted through the jaw-lock, Brawly’s fangs injecting a sub-zero pulse beneath the scales of the crown. The incision tugged against the mighty serpent’s nerve endings, coursing from its apex downward with enough verve to send it to the rough battleground. Only aggravating the beast’s confusion, Wes recoiled further as the beast rubbed against the sandy terra in complete frenzy – rough craters forming in its wake. Wes was beginning to doubt their risky tactic, Brawly was in the line of fire when a good measure of distance would’ve paid off. If Gyarados was as worn out as it looked, the trainer would have to put a stop to its rampage for the sake of the exotic audience.

    “Let’s treat this headache with a dose of Screech!” Beaker rolled her eyes, “Uh, then follow up with by letting loose all that Rage you’ve built throughout the battle. Follow suit with the perfect clincher – an overwhelming Hydro Cannon – canceling out the type resistance with your Torrent ability” Wes clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The battle had reached a dramatic climax with everything at stake. Beaker released a plucky growl, clicking her pincers as though she wanted to take on the mighty serpent herself. Wes smiled, the realization they were in this all together only fueling his confidence.

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