Lingering no further over his concern Cadaver summoned all the fire energy within him that he had and shot out a Kanji of flames that seared through the hail like a hot knife through butter. The Fire Blast hits the snowman head on and it shrieks in pain as the illusion begins to melt and lose its form soon turning to water and washing over the group Jericho grinning as he kept dry, Reaper non-plussed still hanging onto Croagunk. The room comes back into her vision, stones covered in shadow and lit by the wierd colour-changing torches. The wisp forms back into her glowing white self and Stacey sighs, she had had enough of this rediculous game, what the hell were they achieving by putting her through all this.
With her questions unanswered Stacey felt her mind subcumb to the wills of the wisp once more as the torches switch to a much darker blue, the walls of the room disappearing into air, the sky a midnight black, swirling dark clouds gathering. Feeling like she was on unsteady ground Stacey peered down to see the small piece of flooring covered with seaweed and shells bobbing on a sea of water as waves crash into them throwing the group off balance. The wisp submerges herself into the depths and Stacey waits with tense anticipation for the next beast to reveal itself. Croagunk had moved closer to its captor and was clinging to Reaper's keystone, the Spiritomb not impressed by the hug he was recieving. Jericho and Cadaver floated harmlessly in the air watching the sea with the same tense look.
Suddenly the tiled life raft shuddered back causing Stacey to fall to the ground holding the quivering Aipom to her chest whilst keeping hold of the ground. A large watery Pokemon forced its way through the water its body dwarfing the gropu by a long mile. The Kyogre looked to be made out of water but still as impressive as the real legend. Stacey gasps at the sight of it before it dives back into the water throwing the raft back as Stacey slid along its length only just managing to keep hold of it. Tying her shirt around her neck with her free hand, Aipom secured inside she now had both hands available and used one to return Cadaver to his ball. Placing it back on her belt whilst keeping a tight grip on the ship she pulled a plain Pokeball next to it and released the Pokemon inside, a chirpy Rotom who soon frowned at the wierd situation it was released into. Stacey had to shout above the storm to get her orders to Rapture, and she had to do it fast before they all drowned, and if thet died here who know's what would happen in reality.
"Rapture, that Kyogre is just an illusion of water, you have to take it down. Hit it with Shock Wave and keep hitting it till its destroyed."
Bursting into action, Matthew found himself ready to hunt, the vast banquet of wildlife catching his eye as he marked out his most interested targets. Squinting in the blazing sun, Matthew recognized the cherry like Pokémon by the pool-side, its Siamese twin dangling from its leafy stem. Matthew smiled gently as the pink shrub dipped its face into the pool, the tiny pokémon sampling the clear spring water, purified by natures blender, the waterfall. Looking around at his surroundings, Matthew noticed a harmless Bellsprout jigging into view and catching the plats attention, waggling its brown stem flirtatiously. Stroking his chin, Matthew notice the Cherubi’s face turn a salmon pink at the Bellsprouts wink, seeing the perfect opportunity to strike, the plant pokémon distracted.
Turning to Nimbus, Matthew explained the simple box-trap plan, an effective technique that would abide by the rules of the safari and trap the pokémon with enough time to catch it. Giggling excitedly, Nimbus looked as though eager to show off his skill as Matthew watched in amazement, happy that his Pokémon was willing to exceed itself for his satisfaction. Matthew watched as the Pokémon giddily bobbed down the lakefront, ducking into the groves of the outskirt in search for resources. Following the plan, Matthew smiled as the pokémon glowed an eerie purple akin to future sight. Using the senses around him, Nimbus hovered up to a large banana tree, ripping loose a large leaf with its teeth before grabbing a big stick from the jungle undergrowth. Complimenting him on his fast timing, Matthew watched as the Castform chirped, putting together the trap, mounting the heavy sheet atop of his brown stick of lumber. Cuddling up in the fertile brush, Matthew watched nimbus stalk the grass-type, delighted at the little Pokémon’s excellent hunting skills. Finishing the plan, Castform began to excrete a powerful aroma. Butterflies in his stomach, Matthew watched as the aroma wafted towards the cherry. Matthew’s hands fidgeted as the Cherubi’s nostrils flared with the whiff of the fragrance. With the pokémon being lured into the trap, Matthew watched intensly as the pokémon toddled up the coast, oblivious to the following Bellsprout behind her. Matthew looked to Nimbus as he saw the grin widening, the waddling cherry getting closer and closer to the closure trap.
Matthew jumped out of the bush, his hand clenched in a ball as he celebrated his victory. Nimbus pulled the stick, the trap setting and falling like a top of bricks. Leaving little time to escape, Matthew watched as Nimbus pulsed with a green aura, the vines from the forest ensnarling the trap to leave it airtight, no room for movement. Giving Nimbus a high five, Matthew chuckled as Nimbus spun widely in the air, happy by his success.
Suddenly, the celebration stopped. Looking around, Matthew jumped in surprise as he saw a scrambling Cherubi waddling away towards a nearby bed of rocks. Dumbstruck by the sight of the cherry-coloured shrub, Matthew heard the squeals of a traumatized belsprout. With the Cherubi escaping, Matthew thought up a new plan.
“OK Nimbus, first use Future Sight to see where the Cherubi is headed and make sure not to hit any branches. Chase after the Cherubi and when you get in front of it, use Ice Beam to create a prison around it. If you don’t think its strong enough, use a Blizzard.”
Serious Credit to Blazing Fury.
If pokemon was real, kids would go down to wall-mart, buy TM15 and take over the world
Karmas slowly walked through the jungle with his trusty Shiftry, Zoran, beside him and his Sunkern, Sunny, in his arms. The Moonlight Shrine intrigued the trainer, and he wanted to know what lied there. He had also heard about what might happen if he were to have a Silver Wing in his possession. However, Karmas thought this to be legend and nothing else. Instead he turned his attention towards his pokemon.
"So Sunny, how does it feel to be on your first adventure?" asked the trainer.
The little bulb let out an excited chirp, the sound of which made both Karmas and Zoran smirk.
"And how about my seasoned adventurer?" Karmas playfully asked, giving the Shiftry a weak shoulder charge.
Zoran do anything other than make a face, a face that said to Karmas 'Well lets just see how this turns out'.
A little welcome is in order for Pikagod ^_^ Don't worry about length much so long as the quality is there and you exceed four lines.
[u]Garden of Iris:[/b]
Mewsic Box: Skimming through the moves of your newfound Stantler on the greenish encyclopaedia, you find a technique strange attack stands out upon all others. A smirk grows upon your face as the win-all and end-all of moves had found itself on the stag’s varied repertoire. With a fast enough action it was checkmate... Quick on your feet you volley another round of orders to the Pseudo-Stantler who neighs before slouching for a final pounce, you’d just have to hope the hard-hitting foe wasn’t thinking the same thing. Beating Morph to the punch, the stronger reindeer makes a mad dash forward as his distinctive antlers glow with a purple hued Zen. With a mighty “clack!” the two horns interlock as Morph and the wild Stantler push forward in a tug-of-war. Much to your surprise you watch the sleek adversary toss the Ditto to the frayed concrete with its mighty Headbutt. Bellowing in pain as nasty grazes pattern his tanned fur, the Stantler stuttered to its feet before resting its eyes in a deep concentration. A strange psych began to envelop Morph’s antlers as the opposing twin could only watch in shock. Eye-catching ropes of a translucent blue suddenly began ensnarling the foe as its entire move set was completely Imprisoned, sealing the fate of the tough battle. As the struggling Stantler flailed left and right in an attempt to attack, Morph looked on with a grin as he bowed his antlered head. Following up, the stead rammed forward before Headbutting the Reindeer at a breakneck pace. Toppling onto its back in agony, the Stantler continued to yelp and struggle only to be met by a vicious Stomp to the torso. Morph’s hoof brutally booted into the deer’s rib cage, knocking the mythical beast unconscious. Level up for Morph Standing atop of the stag with great pride, Ditto suddenly lifts his hooves up and neighs valiantly. Suddenly! Morph looks around in confusion before hastily flickering into a white silhouette. Transforming to his natural shape, you look with a slight sensation of despair as the Ditto’s sleek body and muscular limbs suddenly plop into their gooey state. Flickering back to a powder pink, the small Ditto waddles his way back to your shoulder, far too worn out from battle to retain his awesome Stantler form. With the scrap over, it seemed you’d proved yourself worthy enough of entering the flowery patch of mythos, just a beeline between your tattered whereabouts and the beautiful rainbow trail. Leaving behind the downed Stantler, the ancient ruins and the breathtaking lake, you meet with the foot of the translucent path which appeared to have an upward current. Emanating with multihued sprays of dust the dazzling path didn’t look very sturdy. Testing it with your foot, you squint with anticipation at the course holds your weight like a solid bridge. With your hunch now confirmed you take another step onto the path, saying a reluctant goodbye to all things normal bellow and welcoming the supernatural possibilities of the garden you where headed. Morph chirps in a “full speed ahead!” sort of tone, raring to see what’s in store as you eagerly up your pace. Hours pass, and the same colors of green and magenta gently flow past your feet with the world bellow growing ever smaller. You begin to break through a blanket of fluffy white clouds as the air becomes ever thinner, the warm yellow sun washing on your face. Morph suddenly chirps, his beady black eyes filling with excitement at the flowery vista jutted over the horizon. Was this heaven? Sprinting down the multihued track which had bowed to a downhill slope, you hastily make your way to a set of giant gates shrouding any views of the mystical garden. What appeared to be thick golden bars had now become shrouded in moss and ensnarled in thick lianas blossoming with pink flora. Raring to see what was inside, you begin to heave at the golden gates with the help of the pink blob attached to your shoulder. Nonetheless, your efforts to unbolt the sacred doorway seemed futile. Carpeted with thick shrubbery, it seemed a more forceful touch was needed to unfasten the fortified gates...
Arc Angel: The twisted game continues, and with a torrential downpour and harsh tides causing your makeshift raft to tip in all directions, your find yourself gasping for each breath and gripping to the makeshift raft for your life. With another life in your hands your franticly cradle the baby Aipom in your jumper before hampering the attire around your neck with your free hands gripping a hold of the crusted shells and starfish jutted across the raft providing some much-needed friction. With that done you go for a second switcheroo, not too keen to drop into the murky depths forever induced in the Will-O’s coma. Hurling the plain Poke ball which cracks against the raft, an unstable bolt of plasma suddenly takes form with a malicious grin. Following your team’s disclosure in light of the crazy situation, Rapture zips to your side as you scream the worn-out explanation above the deafening thunder and orca cries, volleying a quick command to the mischievous Rapture. The hyper bolt skims across the water at the speed of light, the stormy atmosphere giving him some extra oomph despite the bothersome waves. A set of cyan eyes suddenly make themselves clear amidst the black sea, a mountain of water rising as the giant Kyogre began to emerge. Slowly bounding from the depths, the bloodcurdling sea monster glides through the showery expanse before meeting eyes with Rotom. Despite scared stiff by its legendary grimace, the plasma Pokémon trusts on your words and whizzes into the thick of the illusion before releasing a widespread Shock Wave. Flickering Yellow bolts suddenly consume Kyogre with the water working its trick as a perfect conductor. Crackling with electricity the mighty beast suddenly explodes as blasts of white froth splash across the raft which barely held its momentum. A moment passes and the black clouds begin to pass, the pirate’s fairy tale ending with the stormy seas settling. Rapture hovers your way with a cheeky grin, ready to hug you if it wasn’t for his unstable self. Followed by another trip of wooziness, the room takes shape once more, your clothes dry and untouched despite your heart racing with adrenaline. With the wisp swirling to centre stage, you can only brace yourself for a final round filled with unbearable heat... Nothing happened... You open your eyes, the spirit in its regular form with its tendrils pulsating with flickers of light. Her pallid face was as crystal clear as always, she showed no signs of transforming.
“Overcoming extreme weather, the Sun Dial is ahead. Be gone” with her final words spoken, the odd spirit begins spiralling into the central fountain like a bath of water gushing into a plughole. Her essence flowed down the ominous fount leaving its black cavity filled with a slowly dimming light. Just a second later the torches ignite with a habitual golden orange as the clicking of the unseen cogs behind the sandy walls echoed against the shrine. With a rough grumble, the walls before you unbolt and slide away, leaving wide door emanating with golden rays. The bombshell of light glows across the dingy room, welcoming the sights of nasty cobwebs and shattered bones you’d rather not have seen. You hesitantly amble across the tattered-tile flooring, recognising some of the hieroglyphics as those chizzled against the raft you’d not so long ago sailed. With you and your ragtag crew amply in tow, you squint toward the newfound opening, the unnatural radiance suggesting it was a rift to another dimension. It’d be anyone’s first choice to investigate the lively door, but time was in short supply as the jungle beyond was dead beat by an unbearable sunburst. With that notion you charge to the door, holding the brick trimmings whilst staring into the golden yonder. There appeared to be a round pedestal bobbing a beeline from your whereabouts, despite the fact there was no solid trail. “Croaga!” the traitor croaks, hopping into the dimension rested neatly on an invisible platform. Although Spiritomb grunts at the crouched toad for leaping from his watchful eye, he’d managed to shed light on the invisible bridge making the route much easier. Taking your first step you squint toward the glowing pedestal, shining viciously as if crafted by Arceus itself. Supported by the translucent flooring you amble to the pedestal’s edge, welcomed by a cylinder-shaped object bearing ancient hieroglyphics. Painted a lustrous gold, panels on the dial lit up in your presence: an orange sun pointing north, a navy raincloud pointing south, a turquoise funnel cloud pointing east and an auburn twister pointing west. On the clock’s face was a long arrow stretching north, you could only guess the slimy toad beside you had knocked it onto the sunny axis. To no avail the arrow wouldn’t budge, stiff to your tugging and requiring a much stronger touch. What will you do?
Treepandaone: Awe-shocked to find your foolproof trap go to shambles you gaze up at the panicked Cherubi who was flailing about like a headless chicken. The shrub finally settles as it hops up the cliff face, narrowly missing the jagged boulders until reaching a flat surface about half-way up the cascading Waterfall. The Cherubi pants in exhaustion, landing on her bottom before playfully taunting you and the thwarted Castform. As the panicked Bellsprout franticly wriggled out of the makeshift trap, the blob of sunshine suddenly ogles up at the cherry-like Pokémon, puffs of steam shooting from his marshmallow coat as he growled with ire. Now safe from harm the Cherubi sticks her tongue out at the snorting bull of a Castform and makes a U-turn up the damp rock face as if it was playing a game. With this in mind you put together another quick-witted plan to stop the shrub in its tracks, volleying a round of orders which the sunny blob was all too eager to follow. Full speed ahead! The Castform hastily propels forward, leaving a gust of cloud in his wake as he bobbed past the tree branch obstacles. Ascending at a breakneck pace, the cloud Pokemon begins to envelop in a purple aura as he skims the cascade in search of Cherubi. Churning the last of his psychic energy, Nimbus envisions the blooming Pokémon reaching the peak of the cliff edge; the exact whereabouts now nestled in his noggin. With the Future high in his Sights, the puff of white elegantly brushes past the gushing stream, spats of fresh vapour covering his orange helmet as he bobbed to the peak. “Cheruu!” the siamese plant chirps upon lifting its stubby body to the summit of the Waterfall, a fast flowing river by its left and a grassy plane by its right. All of a sudden Nimbus busily jumps ahead, a malicious grin covering his face as he begins to spin circles around the staggered cherry. Releasing a cyan bolt-beam of frost, the weather Pokémon continues spinning circles as vicious stalagmites begin to fence in the small flower from all angles. Panicked and scared, the Cherubi begins bouncing off all ends of the icy wall, desperately trying to escape only to make contact with the thick of the nippy attack. Howling in pain as she dropped back into the prison, chips of ice coated her tender skin as it curled up defencelessly. Although barely able to make out the overhead skirmish, you suddenly feel your Pokenav vibrate as the small bulb on its head blinks a bright orange. Fingering the high-tech handheld to your face, you notice the LCD screen flicker with a warning sign. The Nav had detected Nimbus’ indirect Ice Beam, and any more careless attacks would probably result in a penalty. You keep the device close to your side whilst settling on the two Pokémon, the Cherubi taking the roll of sitting duck.Pokenav Status WARNING Safari Balls Ө Ө Ө Ө Ө
Pikagod: Another day and another adventure for the brave Kamras, now raring to tackled the death-defying continent known only as Lyanazia with his two trusty amigos. Cradled in the trainer’s arms was a cute newborn Sunkurn, appropriately named Sunny for his chirpy personality. A pace ahead was the seasoned Zoran, grunting heavily as he leaped from tree to tree like a highly skilled acrobat. Sparked by the incredible legends of a mystical temple hidden deep in its lost jungles, you hastily set your trails for the deepest and darkest reaches of the tropical vista. You say farewell to the golden sun and its warm rays, tiptoeing the stepping stones of Typhus Flow and crossing the threshold to the lost Jungles. A sudden drop in temperature is felt as you and you reach a section completely shadowed by the colossal Mount Eerie, the warm palm trees you where used to shifting into dark oaks with purple tips. You trudge through the muddy underbrush, shimmying past the towering roots as Zoran stylishly ricochets from branch to branch overhead. The small kernel nestled in your arms begins to blubber in fear, a few vicious Yanmega darting past with ear-splitting drones. As you settle the infant Pokémon, you find your trek at a standstill upon meeting a soaring cliff edge. Watchfully scanning the perilous drop, you notice a glitter of silver from the corner of your eye. Could it be!? Sticking out like a diamond in the ruff, the shrine glistened with a steely color semi-submerged by dark thickets and trails of moss. Shiftry is second to notice, quick to trapeze his way down the steep drop as you slowly shimmy in tow using a thick liana. Rushing over the piles of dead leaves, you draw eyes with the Moonlit shrine which you where sure had met better days. The few frayed hieroglyphics carpeted up its trims where impossible to read, the two pillars holding the shrine up now crumbled and weather-beaten. With a lasting gulp the three of you enter the chilling temple pulsing with an unsettling aura. Walking in darkness for a few moments, a sudden flicker is heard as several torches scattered across the corridor ignite with a blue flame. Suddenly welcomed by a dome-shaped room, you gawk in awe at the dazzling tomb centred around a draconic statue with its wings widespread. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Its arms long and wide, stretching from either side of the dome with its five digits widespread. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glowing a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Stroking the fine silver figure however, you find it doesn’t interact in any way. Tales of presenting the monument a Silver Wing suddenly entered your chain of thought, still at a loss for the priceless trinket made of legends. You instead skim across the hieroglyphs marked across the shrine, various illustrations of the winged dragon leading stick-figures stood out upon others. As you bend to your knees and finger through the pictures of old, Sunny suddenly cheeps your attention to the rear of the shrine. Ears rising to his sweet voice, you follow the kernel to an illustration of Lugia with its arms cuddled together and its eyes tightly shut, a single message written bellow...
"The hallowed arm which Lugia is bound,
One must search where it cannot be found"
As the message pulses through your mind you can’t help feeling overcome with confusion. How could something be found where it cannot be found? Stroking the word with your finger, you reel backward in surprise as a sudden click is heard. The noise of turning cogs and doors grinding open suddenly echoes across the silvery ruins. The draconic illustration suddenly unfolds its wings, the walls beside it separating like an act of Moses. Grumbling into place as bits of grey shingle settle into place on the cobwebbed floor, the walls had now parted and left with it a gaping hole into a secret room. With your heart racing you rush into the newfound space, another set of torches flickering on and revealing a pool the likes of which you could have never imagined. Similar to a sort of royal bathroom, the magnificent walls sparkled a stainless steel which you couldn’t have imagined in the previous chamber. Sitting at the end of the crypt, black and still was an inky pool of liquid both dazzling yet disturbing. Zoran clenches a fist from his star-leaf hand, overcome with the sinister vibe the room oozed with. Sunny however drops from your safe grip and hops, skips and jumps his way to the rim of the square-shaped pool. he dips his head over the rim of the feature, giggling at his reflection and contemplating a sip of the black water. As he spins to your panicked attention however, the reflection in the pool stays deadly still, its expression switching to a malicious grimace. The baby Pokémon begins toddling back to your worried side, however the black fluid had already began to bubble wildly. Suddenly! A small shadow Pokémon springs from the lake and tackles Sunkern and sparks up an Absorb! Right off the bat, the evil version of the yellow kernel releases a hellish war cry. One could only guess this was Sunny’s evil twin, his eyes lit with a blood-colored scarlet and the usual golden skin painted a pasty grey. A black aura emanated from the tiny seed like nothing you’d ever seen before, and its malice scowl showed it was dogged to finish its twin! Floundering to your feet, Sunny wobbles back up ready to fight. What will you do?
Never had life graced his vision in such a vivid and vivacious abundance. Though unaccustomed to the verdant depths of forests so dense and thriving, Oscar was consistently aware of the desire that broiled within him to delve the inner reaches of vast jungles, the notorious possessors of the most rich and gratifying mysteries, a magnificent shrine to the merciless endurance of nature herself. Stood like a mite before a mountain, Oscar surveyed the isle of Lyanazia without a string of coherence to cling to in his futile attempts to fathom its splendour. All that his zealous desires were guided by were the rumours of its regions forged by the tales of survivors. Perpetually aware of his tendency to overstate the dangers of uncharted terrains, his single lingering concern pertained solely to the forest’s facility to test its invaders. As was habitual for Oscar to consider, a prospect devoid of perils that threatened his very existence was hardly a prospect worth probing.
It was with such considerations in mind that Oscar gazed from the Lost Jungles’s edge into its unfathomable depths. There was a rumoured place amid these tainted trees that leaped at his mind for its very temptation of those self-proclaimed men of ‘virtue’. It spoke of ‘purity’ and its requisite for the ultimate extraction of spiritual secrets that were to him incontrovertibly alluring. His searing desire to ascertain the jungle’s reputable stance on that which constitutes a ‘pure’ soul stood not alone, however, but found itself paired with the zealous intrigue in the ‘unholy’ name with which the Moonlight Shrine had been painted. The unholy excited him more than the most valuable of treasures possibly could.
He straightened the hat upon his head and braced himself for the trials inevitably awaiting his arrival. For a moment, the vivid contrast of his attire to that of the forest’s verdant trends provoked a spark of doubt in his mind. But swiftly, he flouted such thoughts with his urge to tackle the consequences of such reckless starkness, and with his heart alight, Oscar entered the Lost Jungles.
A welcome is in order for Tale! I hope you enjoy Lyanazia, sorry if I got a bit carried away with your update >>
Tale: With a zeal for darkness and danger, it seemed the hazardous jungles lost in time had taken another animated trainer into its mitts. This intrepid lad in particular had is eyes set on the Moonlight Shrine, a vista sprouted from mythos which very few had ever claimed to find. The humid ambiance was reaching the dull-point of its vicious cycle, black clouds dotting the sky as a boom of thunder marked the sign of heavy rainfall. As you cautiously dip into the shaggy underbrush sweeping through the rough green thickets any sentiments of drizzle shortly became confirmed. The bustling cries of monkey an avian Pokémon alike soon dimmed as a pitter-patter of rain bounced about the striking leaves and dripped its way to the parched soil. Not to have your day dampened by the spell of showers, you amble your way through the buttress roots almost twice your size and waft away the twisted lianas draping down from them. You continue to spin in awe of the tropical panorama, spotting a group of Spinarak neatly skittle down the network of branches overhead and the occasional Ivysaur nestle amidst the exotic flora puffing venomous fragrances for a midday siesta. It was then your trek came to a complete standstill, ill at ease upon reaching a cliff-edge with a drop the likes of a full grown Steelix. At least this gave you a thorough outlook of the awe-inspiring jungles. From what could be seen beyond the blanket of towering trees where a few odd tunics and totems of ancient architect, entailing the silver shrine wouldn’t be far ahead. With your heart racing with adrenaline you take a breakneck beeline down the death-defying ledges, without a Pokémon of your own to boot! The thick and fast downpour caused you to slide bottom first down some of the smoother sections of the offset, your attire now caked in muck much to discomfiture. You drop a final level, losing grip and plopping flat-face against a squashy layer of shrubbery. You spring to your feet as the rain washes on your face like a hot shower, scanning the wealth of forest ahead. A sudden flash of lightning bursts through the tropics in a haphazard approach, the newfound section of jungle feeling ever more dangerous. It was time to up pace before a hard-nosed predator found its way to your section of the woods. The leisurely walk continues, only this time you keep your ears sharp as Seviper hiss by and a bundle of Stunky lunge through the trees at high-speed leaving with them a foul odour of burning rubber. On the flip side, debris of days old continue to jut out on the floor now frayed and moss ridden. A strange vibe tickled up and down your back as odd-looking Claydol crossed your path in a magnetised swarm. Suddenly! It all becomes apparent what the mystical Pokémon where so fussed about as a silver Aztec-style pyramid stood to your right in a large clearing, The Moonlight Shrine. It sure wasn’t you’d expected, smeared with patches of dirt and completely draped in moss and vine with a single clearway visible from your angle. With a hunger for adventure you’re quick to enter the shrine regardless of what dangers may lay ahead. Saying farewell to the dark thickets and swampy undergrowth you now find yourself blindly navigating through a dusty corridor. The feeling you’d trodden on a Spinarak or Rattata occasionally entered your chain of thought as you waft away the layers of cobwebs swathing the black abyss. Grinding to a halt as the sound of a stove igniting echoes through the frayed walls, you find a dozen or so blue torches burst into flames in a newfound dungeon. A draconic statue meets your eye with its wings stretching from either side of the hollowed catacomb. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glint a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Much to surprise, nothing seemed to happen at all. You circle the room, looking through its hieroglyphics and noticing various gutters rimming edges of the room quite possibly to keep water out. Quite out of place was a dull-looking oil lamp, knocked on its side nearby the silvery Lugia sculpture. It suddenly starts to rattle, as if it was pulsing with immense power... A small orb of emerald the size of your hand flickers out of its tip and begins bobbing in your direction! Its glow was mesmerizing, as if it was emanating a powerful aura which made the dull looking moss carpeted across the walls bud with pink blooms in an instant. It flutters beside you, giving you a good glimpse of its features: a swollen head the shape of an onion freckled with two baby-blue eyes with black rims, all topped off with a pair of antennae. The fairy-like Pokémon giggles into its stubby hand before flashing its stout wings and bobbing off into a small grid below you with gaps smaller than you could fit. Perhaps the legendary was leading you somewhere, what will you do?
"It's alright Sunny," cooed Karmas, trying to calm the grass type down.
As soon as Karmas was able to sooth Sunny, he had to stop walking. The reason that he had to do this was that there was a cliff right in front of the trainer and his pokemon. Karmas stared at the cliff edge, gobsmacked, until he saw a glitter of silver out of the corner of his eye. Karmas looked towards the glitter and, to his surprise, he saw the temple. The temple stuck out of the cliffs edge, and when Zoran noticed the temple he quickly jumped down the cliff. Following his Shiftry, Karmas slowly shimmied down the cliff's edge using a thick liana. Running over some dead leaves Karmas excitedly looked at the temple and immediately thought that the temple had seen better days. The hieroglyphics that were on its trim were impossible to read, and the two columns holding up the shrine were crumbling and weather beaten. The trio gulped as they entered the shrine, walking in darkness until there was a flickering noise and the various columns scattered across the corridor lit up with blue flames. Karmas was suddenly greeted with an enormous dome-shaped room. He gawked at the tomb, which was centered around a draconic statue. Its body was smooth and streamlined, with the exception of a few spike-like protrusions running down its back. Its arms long and wide, stretching from either side of the dome with its five digits widespread. Above all of these amazing features were its eyes, glowing a luminous cyan with its mouth agape, the legendary bird holding a menacing pose to say the least. Karmas walked up to the statue, and stroked its silver body. When nothing happened, the thought of the Silver Wing filled Karmas' thoughts and, diverting his attention from the statue, Karmas started to look at the hieroglyphics that were marked across the shrine. Karmas attention was suddenly broken when he heard Sunny call out. He walked over to Sunny and saw a picture of Lugia with closed wings and a message underneath it.
"The hallowed arm which Lugia is bound,
One must search where it cannot be found"
After reading the message Karmas couldn't help but feel confused, the message didn't make any sense to the trainer. Karmas reached out and stroked the words with his finger, and to his surprise he heard something click. The sounds of gears and cogs moving echoed around in the room, and the illustration of Lugia opened its wings, and the walls beside it opened up. Karmas picked up Sunny and quickly walked into the room, Zoran following him. As he walked into the room, another set of torches lit up, which revealed a pool larger than any that Karmas had ever seen. The walls of the room, which looked like a royal bathroom, were made of a sparkling stainless steel. At the back of the room, in the pool, was a black and inky liquid, which was both dazzling and disturbing. Despite the room looking good, Zoran felt a sinister vibe coming from the room, one so strong that Zoran had to clench his fists to overcome them. Sunny, on the other hand, jumped out of his trainer's arms and hopped over to the rim of the pool. He poked his head over the rim, giggling when he saw his reflection, and then turned away from the pool to go back to Karmas. But Sunny's reflection stayed in the pool, and as Sunny hopped to Karmas the liquid began to bubble. Suddenly, a small black pokemon jumped out of the pool and tackled Sunny to the ground, using an Absorb at the same time. The pokemon could only be described as Sunny's evil twin, his eyes blood-coloured and the usual golden-coloured skin was a pasty grey. A black aura emanated from the tiny seed like nothing Karmas had ever seen before, and its malice scowl showed it was dogged to finish its twin! Sunny got back up and hastily hopped to Karmas' feet, but he was ready to fight his twin.
"Are you alright Sunny?" asked Karmas.
The little bulb looked up at his trainer and nodded. Karmas let out a sigh of relief at that, but Karmas was worried about the evil twin. If the pokemon really was Sunny's evil twin then it would most likely know all of Sunny's moves. But Sunny was determined to fight his twin and defeat it.
"Okay Sunny, start off with a Toxic, and then use Growth followed up with a Bullet Seed!" ordered Karmas before saying something to the evil version of Sunny. "You are going down, and Sunny here is going to make sure of that!"
Setting off with haste, Matthew saw as the Cherubi settled on the cliff face, narrowly missing the jagged boulders until it reached a flat surface. Gulping as his eyes zoomed scaling up the waterfall, Matthew’s eyes came to rest upon the Cherubi’s position, halfway up the waterfall. Staring hard at the Cherubi, Matthew saw it pant in exhaustion, landing on her bottom before playfully taunting you and the thwarted Castform. Cursing his inability to fly, Matthew heard a low growl behind him. Taking a quick glance, he saw the bellsprout fume with anger as it wiggled out of the makeshift trap.
Depicting the horror of the grass typed vengeance. Looking up to the Cherubi sticking its tongue out, Matthew looked back towards his Castform, snorting like a bull as it made a u-turn up the cliff-face as if it was playing a game. With this in mind, Matthew put together a quick plan, telling his orders to Nimbus, Matthew watched as his Castform eagerly headed up the mountain.
As concern tugged once again at his nature, the Castform heading up the waterfall hastily, leaving a dust of cloud in his wake as Matthew wondered if he listened to the orders at hand. Matthew raised a finger ready to reiterate his command not to damage but found it was too late to tell the weather pokémon as it skimmed up the waterfall. Watching on with angst, Matthew saw the pokémon cover itself in a purple aura, using the last of its Psychic powers to use the power of the future to undermine the hiding spot of the Cherubi. Clambering up the rock face himself, Matthew spotted the Castform elegantly pinpoint the set place of the Cherubi.
Holding his already unstable footing on the rock face, Matthew heard the unmistakable cry of the Siamese plant at the summit of the waterfall, the fast flowing river a perfect scenery for the situation. As Matthew continued his climb, Nimbus jumped ahead, a malicious grin covered on his face as he span round the Cherry. With the cyan bolt-beam of weather pokémon coiling around the Cherubi, Matthew felt his Pokénav vibrate. Looking down, he saw one of the small bulbs blink a bright orange. Bringing the device closer to his face, Matthew saw the Pokénav give him a warning sign, the gadget obviously not happy with the indirect. Noting to himself to not try any careless attacks, Matthew pulled himself up the ledge, settling on the Cherubiin an attempt to calm it down.
“Castform, use a Rock Tomb on the cliff edge to lock us out from the outside world, we don’t need any intruders bursting our party” Matthew said as he looked down at the prison. Speaking in a soft voice, Matthew addressed the Cherubi “Hi there little fellow. Sorry to do this but I’d like you to be part of my team. We can do this the easy way of the hard way” Matthew explained as he got out a safari ball to capture the Cherubi.
Serious Credit to Blazing Fury.
If pokemon was real, kids would go down to wall-mart, buy TM15 and take over the world
Pikagod: With the chipper kernel’s doppelganger attacking thick and fast it was time for some nippy reprisal. Sunny was at a loss of experience, and seemed far too stout to hold her own in battle, but then again his foe seemed no stronger, just a bit scrappy. His wilted leaves where rough like holly and black bags formed beneath his eyes as though he was some nasty weed that’d spawned in a patch of Satan’s garden. And now it was time for an ample dose of weed killer, courtesy of Kamras and his motley crew... You fire off a volley of orders before looking the evil twin squarely in the eyes. Although slightly shaken, Sunny weakly waddles forward before chirping in confidence. The twin wasn’t going to be so timid however, as right off the bat he released a nasty hiss before somersaulting above Sunny with a purple aura. A gush of purple Toxic suddenly spews upon the friendly seed in mid-air, the plucky shadow Pokémon striking Sunny with his own move! The tips of his healthy leaves suddenly dyed with purple streaks, the kernel’s tongue sticking out to show he had been badly poisoned. Although hard-pressed to start, Sunny finally skittles in the foes direction, emanating the same purple aura before hocking up his own Toxic goo which manages to splatter against the doppelganger. Evil-Sunny releases a hellish hiss before oozing a Shadowy Mist from his sinister aura, the thick fog ensnarling the golden shrub and quickly washing off his glossy skin without leaving a scratch. Your Sunny quivers at the evasion-dropping shadow attack and settles to his own, pulsing brightly amidst the dull ruins as his body becomes fresh and his special powers [b]Grow[b]. Fresh full of power the small kernel unbolts his chops and begins firing a flurry of Bullet Seeds unrivalled by most artillery. As the light green spitfire gushes from his mouth, the evil twin scowls before releasing a Mega Drain, sucking away some of the swift bullets and replenishing some health in the meantime. What remains of Sunny’s attack suddenly pats against the shadow Pokémon causing him to flail backward slightly. He instantly buffers to his feet with a heartless squeal, far more ruthless than the cheery opponent. With Sunny’s repertoire and a few of his own surprises, Evil-Sunny was going to be tougher to take down than you’d expected. What will you do?
Treepandaone: With the first capture of the Safari soon in your mitts you grasp your first grip upon the jagged rock face, nerve racked as bits of shingle drop from the frames of the hefty boulders. It was a small risk to take as you began to clamber, your Pokenav wildly vibrating as it flashed and beeped as Castform continued to coil around Cherubi with his icy spiral causing the cherry to shiver with frostbite. You continue your climb knowing full well things would start getting out of hand, you’d need to be quick on your feet for the trap to last. Each stair of boulder grew increasingly slippery on your fingers, the jet sprays of water ricocheting off the gushing waterfall splashing against your body. Not before long you finally scramble your way to flat land, grateful to be a safe distance into the prairie with the hustle and bustle of the watering hole now the size of an ant farm with each insect one of the grazing Pokémon. With both Cherubi and Nimbus straight in your sights you notice to transparent frosty playpen well and truly built above the shrub’s jumping height and the small Castform chirping with delight waiting for further instruction. You quickly give it him with a camo-style ball in your palm ready to be pitched. Nimbus nods eagerly bobbing his head with a summersault and swooping to the cliff edge corning it off with a meter tall Tomb of Rocks locking you both in from all angles. With that settled, and all the cards in your hand you meet eye with the cherry Pokémon. There where only two ways this could go for the puny grass type – the easy way or the hard way. With that the puny shrub squeals in cowardice, rolling into a ball and shutting its eyes tightly. It was defenceless, trembling in fear and not about to resist your next move. With that, you gently tap the Cherubi’s glossy skin with the Safari Ball which quickly wraps her in a scarlet light. Sucking up the foe like a vacuum cleaner, the sphere jitters slightly before settling still. Congratulations, you just caught a Lv.2 Cherubi (F) A small applause bursts from yourself and the small sun cloud as you pump your fist into the air whilst Nimbus spirals in the air with his downy coat expelling puffs of cloud like a choochootrain. It was your first capture of the game, however the hunt was far from over as you step out of the rocky barricade only to find you’d reached a tough new layer of hustle and bustle. The crystalline stream seemed to snake into another section of jungle with its trail hard to see through the thick trees and draping walls of moss seeping from each branch on its outskirt. To its side, the grass seemed far patchier and rough, the blotches of mud scarring its surface filling you with thoughts of the tough Pokémon which must have caused them. Suddenly! You notice two Beatle Pokémon scrapping in the not two far away. Their skill was unmatched, each jump precise as he jabbed and kicked in a Thrash of Close Combat. The blue beetle dexterously fluttered circles around the brown, dipping its head and ramming forth with its single horn. The other made use of its burly strength, clamping the foe’s horn with its two portly pincers each scattered with spiky protrusions. Although far outsped, the hefty brown bug tossed the blue against the rough thickets, releasing a vicious war-cry above his newly claimed patch of grass. Not so quick to give up its territory, the bluebottle bug springs upright and socks the creepy crawly squarely between the eyes. It looks like you’ve just interrupted some pretty aggressive scrapping...
Bear in mind Cherubi is not yet part of your team just yet Treep, Once you leave the Safari Zone you'll decide which Pokemon you'll keep
"Hey Sunny!" called out Karmas as he rummaged through his backpack.
The Sunkern turned towards Karmas, and was surprised when he was met with a Sun Stone slamming into his forehead. The moment that the rock hit his forehead, the Sunkern began to glow. His bulb body began grow, and as it sprouted into a flower, a root grew from the bottom of it, and soon formed a round bottomed body. As his evolution finished Sunny gave an excited cry, and turned towards his evil counterpart.
"That's right Sunny, we just upped the playing field," said Karmas. "So start off with a Pound, and use another Bullet Seed and finish up with a Grasswhistle!"
Pikagod: Although the golden kernel was managing to hold its own in battle it was clear by Evil-Sunny’s ‘Anything you can do, I can do better’ stance, you’d need a way to one-up the shadowy bulb. You coo the Sunkern over, lightly hopping in your direction as his beady eyes sparkled with excitement albeit the fact he was slightly ruffled. With that you palm a translucent stone, carroty and circular in the centre and edged with several golden thorns like an ancient sun. Sunny seemed overwhelmed with surprise, now eagerly raring to evolve and grow stronger. He waddles between your sneakers, tweeting cheerily and closing his eyes with a widening smile. With that, you take your last look at the adorable kernel and plonk the glittery Sun Stone above his brow. Suddenly! The sunflower seed flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage giving him a sunflower appearance. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, Sunny’s new form bouncy and poised for the world to see! The golden Sunflora sheers loudly as she flutters her leaves, spinning around and embracing your leg in a warm hug. Whilst a milestone had been met for you and the sunflower, a small and malicious kernel was still growling on the pool’s edge. With that Sunny meets his eyes, more confident than ever before as he coils his leaves into fists. Right on queue you volley another set of orders which Sunny nods to, scuttling forward with his arm up high. He franticly drops his arms upon meeting the smaller twin, stomping the seed rearward with a blunt Pound. The shadow Pokémon howls in pain before hopping upward again, flaring with a sinister aura as his beady eyes flickered a fiery scarlet. Evil-Sunny bounds forward, Blitzing with Shadow energy as he rams into the sunflower’s smiley face sending her whole upper body bending backwards whilst keeping he kept balance. Sunny’s stem coils upright again, the doppelganger floundering rearward against the hard floorboards. Quick to continue, the golden blossom opens her gaping mouth and releases another spitfire of Bullet Seeds like a frenzied machine gun. The hard spats of grass energy thwack against the tender bulb’s face, causing much harder dents in his tougher form clear as day by the satanic Pokémon’s squeaking. Whilst weakly attempting to spring up, the bad seed envelops in a grassy aura, a few of the cracks in the tiles below Sunny beginning to rumble wildly. Suddenly several blades of Grass ensnarl the plant from all angles, Knotting the sunflower’s legs together and tripping him up! He yelps rather dumbfound before covering his mouth with his leafy palm. Blowing rather loudly, Sunny manages to churn up a rather squeaky melody similar to a kazoo. The whiny melody suddenly drums through the shadowy kernel’s ears, causing him to blubber off to sleep rather cutely despite his evil motives. With the Grass Whistle giving you plenty time to finish things, it seemed the spanking new Sunflora was handling himself well. However above his confident beam you notice a nasty shiner surrounding one of his closed eyes. It looked like Sunny had taken a decent hit from Shadow Blitz meaning you’d have to finish things thick and fast whilst the shrub was snoozing. What will you do?
Thanks for making room for me, Emp!
The trainer Benjamin Hale sat on the frontsteps of Jirachi’s Casino staring glumly ahead, chin in his hands, elbows on his knees. An empty coin case lay at his feet, pitiful testimony to the boy’s rotten luck. Next to Ben, a small Meditite lay on its back, hands behind its onion-shaped head, gazing up at the sky, searching for the shapes of its Poke-brethren in the drifting clouds. This was Medeo, Ben’s long-time friend and reckless traveling companion. Without warning, the reclining Meditite lifted a thin arm heavenward, extended his tiny index finger, and traced the familiar outline of a Koffing in one of the soaring, feathery wisps. When he had finished, his arm fell lazily to his side and he went back to his game of sky “I-Spy.”
Ben however, took no notice of him. As still as a Silcoon awaiting evolution, the boy sat lost in his thoughts, grey-green eyes fixed on nothing in particular. After a few still, silent moments where neither human nor Pokemon moved, and passerby on the street would certainly have mistaken them for statutes, the boy let out a deep sigh, turned to his lounging partner, and spoke. “Well, mate… I don’t know how else to say this, but…” He paused and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. I’ve los- …We’re out of money… again.”
The Meditite barely moved at these words. The boy’s remark didn’t surprise it in the least -- it was getting use to living in a state of perpetual poverty. It seemed that ever since they had traveled to the land of FB to put their past behind them, they had been either out of food, out of money, or out of both. It was true they had helped a lot of people and Pokemon on their journey throughout this curious world, but it had been usually done with empty pockets on an empty stomach. Ben was just about to open his mouth to continue when the sliding doors to the Casino suddenly opened with a Swish! An elderly, bald-headed man sporting a trim grey beard and a young man wearing an auburn trenchcoat and fedora stepped out into the fresh air, chatting amicably.
“That was some haul, eh, kid?!” the older man exclaimed, gently stroking his hoary stubble.
The man in the trenchcoat deftly flipped a gold coin into the air and caught it. “Yeah, they were practically givin’ the money away in there today! A person’d hafta be a pretty big nub not t’leave without a little somethin’ nice!”
The Yoga Pokemon quickly sat up and regarded its trainer with a jaundiced eye, but the boy merely shrugged and grinned sheepishly.
“Why I bet the only place you’da found better swag today was at Treasure Beach,” the young man continued.
“Oh you mean that place just offa Knot Island?” the oldster asked. “Ha ha! I remember that place -- pearls, stardust, bigger pearls; we found so much loot buried under the sand we couldn’t even carry it all! We had t’leave some of it behind!”
“Yeah that’s right,” his young friend replied, “but that ain’t all. Remember that pretty little swimmer I met at the Kindle Road Hot Springs right before we left for Kanto’s mainland? She told me that the tide washes new valuables up every day. Had something to do with the current round those parts.”
“Save the science lesson for school, kid,” the elderly man remarked. “Tell me more about that pretty little swimmer!”
“Oh no,” the young man responded with a chuckle. “What happens on Knot Island, stays on Knot Island!”
Laughing and joking, the two gamblers strolled off down the street. When they were out of sight, Ben turned to his diminutive comrade and the two shared an excited look. “Did you hear that, mate?!” he asked the Meditite, enthusiasm bursting forth from every word. “Treasure Beach?! Valuable items every day?! Natural Hot Springs?! Pretty swimmer girls?! We could really be on to something here!”
The little Meditite had heard it; his eyes grew wide as he eagerly nodded his onion-shaped head.
“Well then, what are we waiting for mate?!” Ben hollered. “Let’s go right now! Teleport us to Knot Island on the double!”
Medeo nodded excitedly again. With a Crackle! and a brilliant flash of blue light, the two friends immediately disappeared from sight.
Dizziness overtook Ben on the nearly instantaneous journey through the ethereal dimensions of time and space. It always did. As soon as his white adidas running shoes touched the ground once again, he took a few wobbly steps and tried to steady himself. His ears were ringing and he was sure that this was how the last drop of toothpaste must have felt when it was squeezed out of a tube that should have been thrown out a week ago. He gently massaged his forehead as he waited for the aftereffects of the otherworldly trek to wear off. To be honest, the boy hated traveling this way and would have rather gone by airship, boat, train, or car. They only Teleported when they had no other choice. Since they rarely had money for the various fares, that ended up being quite often. But no matter how many times he and Medeo resorted to Teleporting, it never got any easier. A quick glance at Medeo told Ben that the Yoga Pokemon felt the same way. The exhausted Meditite lay sprawled out on the ground, his tiny chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to regain his breath after his exertion. It wasn’t too much trouble for Medeo to perform a solo Teleport, but each additional passenger required a bit more of his energy. If only Marteo were big enough to Fly them everywhere Ben thought ruefully. The little Taillow had energy to burn.
Ben was just about to compliment his diminutive companion on his hard work and good effort when a powerful gust of wind suddenly pushed past his face with a mighty Fwoosh!, nearly knocking his breath right out of him. He shook his head rapidly from side-to-side to get rid of the last vestiges of dizziness and tried to think straight. Something wasn’t right. As another blast of wind muscled past him, Ben quickly scanned their surroundings with his grey-green eyes, and immediately figured it out. The landscape’s harsh terrain, accompanied by the conspicuous absence of seawater, led him to the following, startling conclusion: They weren’t on Treasure Beach!
Medeo had felt the wind, and tired as he was, instantly sat bolt upright. He realized they were in the wrong place too, and gave Ben a look that said, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
Ben dragged a hand through his short brown and hair and tried to figure out what had gone wrong. After a moment of contemplating, he smacked his forehead in frustration as he suddenly figured it out. The distance to Treasure Beach must have been too far for Medeo to Teleport them across! The little Meditite had gotten them as far as he could, and then ran out of energy. Ben wondered how he could have been so dumb. He should have known that Medeo didn’t the ability to transport them to a completely different Region. No Pokemon could.
So where exactly were they? Ben was curious. If he didn’t know any better he would have guessed that they were in the mountains somewhere. The air seemed thinner and cooler; the clouds were closer. Another quick visual sweep of the nearby countryside confirmed his suspicion. Then suddenly, off in the distance, he spied a small cluster of buildings and the sight caused him to bolt with surprise.
“See that, mate!” he exclaimed, pointing excitedly. Medeo’s onion-shaped head swiveled in the direction Ben indicated and nodded.
Ben knew it would be a while before Medeo had recovered enough of his energy to try Teleporting again. Until then, the boy reasoned it wouldn’t hurt to do a little sightseeing. “It looks like some sort of village,” he remarked. “But I can’t imagine why anyone would want to live way up here. The climb alone would kill even a veteran hiker. Maybe it’s deserted. Let’s go check it out.”
The Meditite didn't move, so Ben tried again. “C’mon. Aren’t you at least a little curious? Don’t you even want to find out where we are or if anyone lives there?”
Medeo groaned, rolled over onto his back, and waved his hand, motioning for Ben to go on alone.
“There might be some food,” Ben continued in a sing-song voice. “I know you’ve got to be hungry. We haven’t had a decent bite to eat in at least a week.” The little Meditite didn’t budge, but a sudden, pathetic whimper from his stomach betrayed him.
“Ah ha! I knew it!” Ben yelled cheerily. And with that he grabbed one of Medeo’s thin arms, hoisted him up, and set off at trot for the village not knowing what they would find or what kind of adventure fate had in store for them once they arrived.
“Besides,” Ben continued as they hurried towards the tiny settlement. “I’m sure these mountains are home to all kinds of wild Pokemon that probably wouldn’t take too kindly to strangers sleeping in their nesting grounds.”
Last edited by -Hayward-; 24th July 2009 at 2:22 PM.
No problem at all Hayward, that was an outstanding intro post! Bravo!
Hayward: With a far-flung pirate’s cove your chosen vista, you send a weak smile to the yoga Pokémon who tightly squeezes your hand in turn. Medeo’s large eyes blink shut as his face scrunches in deep concentration, his body glittering with a pinkish aura which travels up your arm sending tingles down your spine. A trippy sensation! A suddenly flash as the walls before you fall apart and you’re boosted through time and space in the blink of an eye! You stumble about slightly, overcome with a wobbly numbness as you come to grips with the world around you. Treasure Beach was destination, but at a loss for a coast of any sort it soon becomes apparent the small Meditite’s coordinates where off by a long shot. Stunning grey hills almost completely carpeted in meadow and moss dotted the landscape, the golden sun barely chirping its head over the bumpy backdrop causing the morning dew dripping from the blades of grass to sparkle like small fine diamonds. The air was thin and patches cloud dotted panorama’s outskirts giving you a good indication of how high up you actually were. The wind breezed thick and fast against your face, causing your trimmed hair to blow about in the wake of such blustery weather. The chimpanzee-like Pokémon slumps against the grassy floor in a semi-comatose state, rowdily exhaling and inhaling clearly worn out. You empathise with Medeo and hoist the scrawny Pokémon onto your shoulders as he churns up just enough strength wrap his arms around your neck. Only time would heal his fatigue, meaning you’d have to explore the warm hilltops a little longer before you could make a break for it.
What was this!? Just a beeline down the gentle slope stood a neatly trimmed valley sporting a large courtyard clustered with several stone houses. The whole picturesque span looked quite agricultural, and although you couldn’t see any signs of population from your vantage point, a few eastern-styled rice paddies the size of football fields stretched from the outskirts of the chic hamlet. With your track set you take no time to say goodbye to the windswept wilderness in hopes of a decent bed and meal courtesy of the unknown villagers. Heart racing as you stroll down a foot worn trail, you notice the likes of tubby Pidgey flying overhead with bits of twig for their nests, closely followed by a ruffled Spearow zealously bothering one of its kin for the dead Rattata in its mitts. Revelling in the crisp environment you finally catch a closer glimpse of the small civilisation, spotting a patch of grazing Mareep and a few kennels ruffling with Farfetch’d. A small dojo held up by timber columns centralised about the rural community, your first glimpse of human life ahead as several robe wearing men dole punches into thin air as part of a training session. Unsure where to head first, you leisurely pace around the monastery in awe at the outlandishly patterned brickwork and oriental roofing. Whilst none of the residents had noticed your presence, you spot a tanned girl about your age with jet-black hair dash from one of the crop fields with a wicker shoulder bag atop of her woollen robes. The girl’s square haircut was tidily trimmed up to her neck, her fringe stopping at the top of her eyebrows with her narrow eyes just an inch below. She sends you a tongue-tied smile before jogging past the dojo and meeting you with a shy blush. From what could be seen following the traditional worker was her partner, a small panda cub sporting a straw hat and a shoulder bag of its own the size of a purse as it dizzily scuttled forward.
“Hello, my name is Yuri”, she says nervously, politely bowing before meeting your eyes, “Can I help you?” With that the two of you spark up a conversation, the Chinese girl giggling slightly at your fanatical story and western mannerisms. Judging by her accent it didn’t look like she’d seen much of the world, and she hastily shakes her head ask if she’d heard of Kin Island or Fizzytopia. She does however care to explain the Island you’d ported on was Lyanazia, a jungle-filled continent somewhere long south of mainland Fizzy Bubbles.
“Master Sensei is the only one who knows of the world outside of our own, our Monastery is very... reserved” She explains to your despair. She pauses for a moment as the small Spinda runs to your legs and begins flailing her arms, wanting to play with the dead beat Meditite snoozing on your shoulders. The monk giggles into her hand once more.
“I will take you to Sensei, I’m sure he will allow you stay here whilst your Meditite-“
“YURI!!” A strict voice snaps from afar. Before you can turn your head a tall man a few years older than yourself somersaults forward like some sort of ninja, landing between you and the monk in a rooster stance. You jerk backward as he sends you a vicious snare. The man’s hair was jet-black and spiked, his eyes just as narrow as the village girl although he seemed far more threatening.
“Kaito no! The traveller is just lost! He means no harm!” Yuri pleas, tugging the boys arm desperately.
“Silence!” he snaps again, “Being my sister does not give you the right to address me like this!” Kaito then shakes his sister off of his arm, thrusting her backwards as tears trickled down her face. “Now explain yourself to me stranger or I will kill you...”
Thanks for the kind words and warm welcome. I greatly look forward to my time here and the undoubtedly outstanding adventure you have cooked up for me.
Carrying his worn-out Meditite companion Medeo piggyback style, the Trainer Benjamin Hale slowly trotted down the dusty trail in the direction of the nearby buildings. Curiosity filled the boy to such an extent that not even a brief but noisy argument between two Spearow over the ownership rights to a Rattatta carcass could distract him from his predetermined destination. His mind was made up; he was off to do a bit of exploring!
The soft, rhythmic thud of Ben's footfalls gradually replaced the sound of the squabbling birds as they were left behind to work out their own solution. Pausing on a grassy hilltop, the boy drank deeply of the crisp alpine air and scanned the rustic settlement for the telltale signs of life. Excitement coursed through his veins at the sight that greeted him, putting to rest any doubts he may have had about the area being inhabited.
Surveying the land around him with his grey-green eyes, Ben noticed many evidences of a thriving community. Portly Pidgey soared idly over well-tended rice paddies; the neatness of the crop rows bearing witness to the planters’ expert care and nurturing. A flock of sleek Mareep grazed lazily in a neighboring pasture, their intermittent bleating mixing with the chatty honking of Farfetch’d cooped up in their pens. In the center of the settlement, quaint stone houses formed a ring around a large, wooden dojo, the grounds in front of which, were currently being employed by robed men practicing martial arts.
As a member of the street gang Red Gyarados, Ben had never been much of a church-goer. However, as he entered the tiny, isolated hamlet he couldn’t help but be touched by something deeply spiritual in the simple, agrarian way of life he observed all around him. Everywhere his gaze fell, he spied proofs of a people who had an intimate connection to the world around them. It almost felt to Ben as if the land itself radiated peace and tranquility in thankfulness for all the love shown it by the people who called the mountaintop their home.
Suddenly a tan girl dashed out of the rice fields, past the dojo, and right towards Ben. Trailing close behind her was a spotted panda wearing a straw hat and carrying a satchel. Blushing, the girl put on a shy smile as she approached Ben and introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Yuri,” she said, a trace of nervousness in her voice. Ben couldn’t tell if she was nervous at meeting a stranger, or if there was another reason. She bowed politely without making eye contact and asked, “Can I help you?”
Seeing that the village girl was friendly, Ben wasted no time in introducing himself and Medeo. He then related the events that brought the two of them to the tiny hamlet, much to the delight of his listener. In turn, she explained that the duo were south of the FB mainland on the Island of Lyanazia, which Ben knew was renown for its continent-covering jungle.
“Master Sensei is the only one who knows of the world outside of our own, our Monastery is very... reserved” The girl stated and Ben worried that he might be asked to leave. Before the girl could continue however, the belt-high Spinda at her side scampered over to Ben and waved its arms animatedly, desiring to play with the boy’s weary comrade. The sight of the Spot Panda’s antics caused Ben to sweatdrop and the village girl to let out another small giggle.
“I will take you to Sensei, I’m sure he will allow you stay here whilst your Meditite-” the girl began, but without warning a strict voice suddenly rang out in the distance., calling her name in a chiding tone. In less time than it took Ben’s auditory receptors to translate the sound waves into coherent speech, the one who had uttered them acrobatically appeared on the scene. A man both slightly taller and older than Ben - but considerably stronger - nimbly sprang between the trainer and the female villager.
Quickly adopting the Rooster Stance, the newcomer put on a ferocious expression and glared icily at Ben. The man’s snarling visage and uninviting demeanor caused Ben to bolt in alarm, avert his gaze, and retreat a few paces. When his initial shock had subsided slightly, Ben stole a swift glance at the threatening newcomer. He noticed that behind the scowling grimace, the man’s face and eyes bore striking resemblance to Yuri’s.
The girl suddenly implored the spiky-haired man to calm down, tugging on his arm vehemently. “Kaito no!” she exclaimed. “The traveler is just lost! He means no harm!”
“Silence!” the man barked again. “Being my sister does not give you the right to address me like this!” Kaito shook the girl off his arm, thrusting her backwards in the process. Overcome with emotion, the miserable girl couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and Ben saw quite a few escape, running in narrow rivulets down her sad face. However, the intimidating villager took no notice of his sister’s misery, and turned to address Ben. “Now explain yourself to me stranger or I will kill you...”
Thinking fast, Ben did the only thing that came to mind. He bowed as low to the ground as possible, which was hard to do with a lethargic Meditite on his back, and sincerely apologized. “I’m very sorry,” he began in his humblest voice. “I meant no disrespect. My name is Ben Hale and this sleepy Meditite,” he nodded his head backwards in Medeo’s direction, “is my friend Medeo.” The Meditite moaned and gave a weak wave.
Not waiting even a moment for the villager’s response, Ben rushed on, explaining the situation as best he could. “Medeo and I traveled to the land of FB many months ago hoping to put our past behind us and right our wrongs, but we ran out of money and food. We heard of a place where we could find buried treasure, but unfortunately we never made it. As you can see, Medeo wasn’t up to Teleporting us out of here right away. Your village looked like the perfect place to explore while I waited for him to recuperate. I thought this would be deserted. I didn’t mean to trespass.”
Ben turned in Yuri’s direction and bowed even lower. “Your sister,” he said without lifting his eyes from the ground, “offered to introduce us to your Master Sensei. If it’s not too much trouble, and the offer still stands, I would very much like to meet him.”
"Good job buddy" Matthew said as he gave his orders, quickly flicking his fingers across a camo-styled safari ball. Impressed by Nimbus' demonstration of resolve, Matthew gave him the compliments he deserved as he wated the weather Pokémon eagerly bob his head before doing a summersault, swooping to the edge of the cliff as he cornered it with a tomb of rocks. Giving his Pokémon a thumbs up, Matthew turned to the trembling cherry Pokémon, all of the cards in his hand. With the puny shrub squealing in cowardice, Matthew felt a tug of emotion as it rolled into a ball, defenseless. As he reached down with the pokeball, Matthew watched the pokeball engulf the Cherubi as it closed its eyes, the vacuum mechanism capturing the Pokémon after a few jitters.
With the capture complete, Matthew pocketed the ball and turned to his comrade. Raising his arm in victory, Matthew smiled and laughed as Nimbus spiraled in the air, his downy coat expelling air like a train as Matthew congratulated him. Lowering the rock tomb and in good spirits, Matthew found himself in a new, undiscovered section of the woods, a much tougher new layer as he looked around at the surroundings that procceeded him. Breathing in a big breathe of air, Matthew looked t the crystalline stream that snaked round into another section of the jungle, the trees much too dense for Matthew to see futher into. Looking to his side, Matthew saw the thick trees, draped with moss like a fungi king. To his other side, Matthew saw the grass seem rougher, the blotches of mud scattered along the surface warned Matthew of the opponent toughness as he gulped before jumping in shock.
Looking ahead, Matthew noticed two beatle Pokémon scrapping. Looking at his Pokédex, Matthew registered the skill level of the two teratorial bugs, each rather unmatched as each jump precised jabbing and kicking with a trash and close combat. Looking on with intense inspiration, Matthew saw the blue beetle flutter circles round the brown one before dipping his head, ramming it with a single horn, only to be countered by the other bugs burly strength, clamping the horn with its own pincers. As the brown bug threw the blue one against the rogh thickets, Matthew jumped one more as he heard the vicious war-cry over its newly claimed patch of grass. Not so quick to give up its territory, the bluebottle bug sprang upright, socking the creepy crawly squarely between the eyes.
Looking around, Matthew found Castform and told him the plan.
"Ok Nimbus, we'll need to be rather quiet here or else we'll be in big trouble. I want to capture that Brown Bug so we'll have to see how the fight goes. While we're waiting, I want you to find a sturdy big log that we can use, a long peice of grass and a big slab of something. Then we'll use this Pecha berry to place in the middle and wait for it to come, then we'll strike".
(OoC: Thanks for waiting for me while my Laptop was on the fritz. If theres any mistakes I apologise as I only have notepad and there's no spelling checker on here.
For reference, I mean like this but with the log a box-like trap.)
Serious Credit to Blazing Fury.
If pokemon was real, kids would go down to wall-mart, buy TM15 and take over the world
"Sorry Sunny, um, your next orders are..." Karmas drawled as he figured out what to do next. "Okay, start off with a Solarbeam, which should be easy to pull off thanks to Evil Sunny being asleep, and then let loose with a Nature Power!"
Hayward: With a fist in your face and little time to spare you go with your gut and drop down like a tonne of bricks. Bowing until your nose touched the pebbly floor below, you can only hope Kaito hears you out. You plea desperately, to a point where the twisted monk is grinning at your pitiful poise. You then begin to retell the unfortunate tail of your haphazard travel to the tropical mountains, Kaito’s eyebrow travelling ever further up his head at what he considered to be a weak cover story. Finishing, you squat even lower, to a point you can smell the fertiliser scattered upon the golden pasture, desperately begging for a meeting with Master Sensei – the only man capable of sending you home. Kaito’s grin of muse suddenly switches to a look of daggers.
“Lies!” he responds bluntly.
“He is telling the truth Kai!” She cries weakly, “I can sense it – Hale-san has a good heart!” For once, the monk looks undecided, breaking eye contact as a flood of confusion overcomes his judgement. By this point a small crowd was beginning to form, plump tanned women carrying baskets ragged full of clothing and large clay jugs rimmed to the top with fresh mountain water. Much to your angst, the workers looked just as worried as Yuri, whispering to one another and shrewdly pointing fingers. Kaito sighs, it was clear as day he’d overreacted, but one could only guess he was far too hot-headed to admit it.
“I should have known you could not be a spy!” The monk spits, eying up the comatose Medeo limp on your shoulder with the echoes of a famished stomach shrill as always, “Your Medite’s hunger is a sign of weakness; a true Meditite is can fast for months, a single berry keeping it alive”. Kaito clenched a fist, his brow crumpled into a firm scowl as he raised a red and white sphere to his face from the tips of his fingers. He looked just about ready to fight it out, Yuri’s Spinda ditsily toddling to her side and cuddling her leg in fright. The strong breeze suddenly settles, the whispers settling as you wonder what had happened. The women in rags suddenly drop to their feet, gasping in the presence of an unknown figure. Yuri then slouches and tugs your leg to do the same as you uncoordinatedly look for what all the hustle and bustle is about.
“Settle down Kaito, there are more to some than meets the eye”, the figure says softly, Kaito’s face blushing with humiliation as though he was a schoolyard bully just caught picking on the new kid. Whilst low on the ground as a clear gesture of respect, you cautiously tilt your head up to notice a short man in scarlet robes sporting a jet-black sash. His lengthy hair was gray and matted, his eyes squinted and his face aged and wrinkled. Out of his button nose trailed a bushy stash almost covering his mouth, his thick eyebrows sporting a similar texture. The main trailed up and down with his stout arms fastened behind his back. He was clearly trapped in deep thought, muttering to himself as his grey whiskers fiddled up and down. As you face the cobbled floor below you hear the man’s footprints grow ever louder as his sandaled feet jut out beneath your head. Yuri suddenly ups to her feet, tugging you up as she does so.
“Master Sensei”, addresses the monk, fixing her smile once more, “This is Benjamin, he has travelled from far away. If it is not any trouble he would like your assistance in returning to his homeland”. Sensei nods in understanding, holding his hand to his head and pacing up and down once more. Whilst fixated on the elder, you can’t help feel Kaito’s nasty stare from the corner of your eye. Yuri bites her lip in hesitation, all the while the other workers rush back to their duties. You notice Sensei’s arm suddenly shoot up as though he was struck with an idea, still you remain silent all ears for a friendly proposition.
“You may stay the night whilst your Pokémon rests”, the elder slowly utters to your relief, “However, for my kind fruits of hospitality I shall need you to help Yuri with her responsibilities”
“But Master!” Kaito pleads
“Not another word from you”, Sensei replies
“But we know nothing about this intruder”, continues the monk
“Do not judge a horse by its saddle, we must get to know Hale-San if we are to trust him”, with that, Sensei sends a stern gesture to Kaito to signal the end of their conversation. The boy grumbles to himself, gnashing his teeth as he clips the unused Pokeball back onto his sash. Yuri abruptly lowers her head in panic as he storms past, stylishly bounding onto the orange-slated rooftop of the block of houses as he makes a quick getaway. The elderly man shrugs, The small Spinda unwrapping from her trainer and leisurely plopping herself onto the floor.
“I some times worry about that boy... He is reckless, impatient” Sensei sighs, Yuri looking just as troubled for the boy she shared blood with. He quickly wipes away the look of unease and turns to the two of you with a weak smile, “So, Yuri, Benjamin, if you are happy to work until midday I will return to my meditation. Do you accept?” Yuri nods instantly, her face flushed as she smiles embarrassed in your direction. Nobody can tell you what lies ahead, so you could pay your debts with some old-fashioned labour or make your way out of the oriental village and hope for another way home. What will you do?
Treepandaone: You feel completely taken back as the two fighters dole out quick punches causing the patch of lawn to tether with streaks of brown dirt. The fight for land only continues, Heracross dipping its head once more as its lengthy horn envelops a yellowy green. The bug then swoops waywardly into the brown Pinsir whose eerie mouth splits sideways as it screeches in pain. The dung beetle then hops from its position, recklessly bounding from the thickets and locking Heracross into a Vice Grip. Taking full advantage of its girth, the creepy crawly weighs down the rhinocerous beetle, thumping it against the ruffled underbrush with its style comparable to a choke-slam. The blue bug releases another weak yelp, once again emphasizing the brown bug was the number one fighter of its clan. However it doesn’t look over just yet, the pinned-down Heracross flipping Pinsir onto his back with a timely Reversal. As the two tumble and roll you close your gaping jaw and switch your attention to the blob of sunshine who was neatly hovering through the trees outskating the patch of land in search of a log so you could whip up another trap. He sighs a small puff of cloud at a loss for any logs that weren’t already firmly wrapped in deep vines or already claimed by the resident venonat. The chain of thought you clung onto was suddenly stole away as the battle quickly became hot and heavy. Heracross hastily unfolded its shell and began fluttering rearward from the rowdy tussle, wimpering slightly with the scars of battle marking its brittle endoskeleton. With Pinsir roaring for more, Heracross dips forward in a straight line, slipping beneath the dung beetle’s grasp and scooping it up with its mighty horn. The rhinoceros beetle charges forward with all its strength, managing the barely lift the heavy adversary and amply toss him toward the water’s edge.
From your standpoint, the rough clash couldn’t have been better. The fighting didn’t exactly seem friendly, but you had your eyes set on Pinsir, and so long as he was taking hard blows the camo-styled ball in your mitts would have no problem snagging the burly bug. You continue to onlook with baited breath as the scrap continues, despite the fact any passer by would be gobsmacked you hadn’t tried to intervene. The scuffle had moved to the river’s bank, the fast flowing stream taking a sudden drop as it reached the spraying cascade – if one of the bugs fell into the canal it’d no doubt be an unpleasant drop to the rocky plunge pool. Unfazed by the impending danger, the two continue throwing punches, Heracross somewhat dominant at this point with its airfoils keeping it about a foot off of ground. Suddenly! An unpleasant “crack!!” sends you wincing in empathy, quickly taking a peak you notice a large chink in the brown bug’s horn. The blue bug’s Brick Break had proved critical, and whilst it fluttered back in triumph, the ear-splitting screech of agony echoing from Pinsir’s jaws gave it a feeling of elation. However, whilst you felt Pinsir was a surefire capture, You notice its white eyes glaze with a frenzied red as it shook with anger. Quicker than you could blink, the dung beetle pounced forward like some sort of jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the hovering Heracross. Howling with a mad passion: the Pincer began punching, kicking, and slashing in an unruly manner. The blue bug dropped to the floor with the brown’s on top, the angry Pinsir grabbing a firm hold of its lengthy horn. What would soon follow you could barely watch, the slow but firm tug of Pinsir’s arms on the Heracross’ horn which was beginning to crook much further than it should. The helpless beetle began struggling wildly and howling in sheer agony as its horn slipped further back and the fuelled Pinsir increased his tug. At this point you seal your eyes shut, the unpleasant shrill of a wishbone snapping filling your imagination with the worst possible images of what was happening ahead. The wail of torture suddenly reached a deafening climax before- nothing. The jungles stood still with a dead silence, Castform hovering out of the woods franticly in fear of your wellbeing. You weakly open your eyes, covering your mouth as the ruthless bug tore the Heracross’ limbs from its lifeless carcass in a veil to finish the job, its sidelong maw sliding open as it shrieked in victory. Whist unsettled, you notice a trunk with enough rot to be uprooted and utilised, a few flat slabs of stone pilled near the cliff edge and a clove of Nanab Berries dangling from one of the rimming branches. You still up for luring the untamed beast from the bloody mess affront in hopes of another capture?
Pikagod: With Sunny’s newfound metamorphosis done and dusted it seemed you’d found a chink in the shadow Pokémon’s sinister blue armour. With evil-sunny sound asleep you order another set of orders with a certain streak of confidence glowing across your face. The sunflower shares your sentiment, skipping forward with his new legs and leisurely swaying his new leafy arms. Snoring rowdily, the grey kernel sits sound in its place on the cold tiled flooring with a small snot bubble expanding on one of its nostrils rather cutely. The Sunflora looks on with a hardened stare, raising his stems skyward and absorbing what he could from the dim glow. You awkwardly look on with baited breath as Sunny blushes a bright green with her petals photosynthesizing at a much slower pace than usual. Lucky for some you had all the time in the world, and as a couple of minutes pass, the golden flower grins having soaked up enough energy. With the drowsy doppelganger yawning and flickering its beady red eyes, Sunny takes no time to fire off the Beam, unyapping his mouth as a shaft of Solar energy floods forward causing you to squint at its blinding radiance. Completely carpeting the small Sunkern, the blast sends it flailing rearward like a feather caught in a thick airstream. The flare of power disperses upon meeting the stone walls, the tattered foe coming back into view. It groaned angrily as if it didn’t know what hit it, notable scuffs and bruises now patterning its face as it stood barely inches from the sinister puddle it had emerged from. As Sunny violently unmangles the tiles with its Nature Power, the plant lifelessly drives even further backward, making you hard-pressed to tell if it’s going to fall unconscious as it weakly pivots left and right without showing any sign of reprisal. Barely awake, the shadowy seed tumbles backward, into the black pool!
The inky water begins churning wildly, perhaps too many bubbles rising for them all to be coming from evil-sunny. You gaze on as it whirls uncontrollably, the unsettled caldron sending shivers down your spine. A sense of adventure coaxes you into taking a closer look, or perhaps it was the ominous lake itself tugging you into its evil mitts. Either way, you can’t stop your legs moving as you and the two grass types reach its tiled rim. The gurgling noise grew louder as the pitch-black bubbles frothed upward. Your head suddenly dips, taking a long hard stare into the unsettled pool and noticing your reflection. The reflection of yourself looked back as normal, his face of bewilderment matching yours to a t. The wicked tree had fallen to the same spell, fixated on the pool as it swirled and swirled and swirled... Suddenly! The inky water switched course and began flooding upward as though a Snorlax had just cannonballed into its centre. The ascendant waterfall causes you to jerk back in panic, Zoran managing to keep you upright as the spew of black vapour sprays against your faces. Suddenly two figures step out of the cascade, each with a face you could never forget. One was yours after all.
“Kamras, Kamras, Kamras”, he drones playfully, “Oh so predictable. I should have known you’d jump to the chance to evolve your Pokémon. You are me, after all”. The man twin titters to himself, looking down at you with a teasing grin. As with Sunny, the man looked no different to yourself, down to every freckle and hair strand. Of course, his skin seemed much paler, and his iris tinted a bloody red. Zoran grunts, the wicked Pokémon clenching his fists as the doppelganger does the exact same. You then hustle backward slightly, upping to your feet and weakly staring onward at the evil twin. Cradled within his arms was the shadow kernel you’d recently thought, as you catch a glimpse of the worn-out seed, the boy smiles once more.
“That was unfair”, he spits, “so let’s even the odds, one on one. No interruptions”, he finishes, looking distinctly at his own partner and Zoran. He fingers through his pocket giving you a stir of dejavu. Revealing a yellow, sun-shaped trinket, the twin then plonking the jagged stone onto his kernel’s glossy skin. The bad seed then flickers into a dazzling white silhouette, his leafy stem smoothing back into his pea-like body as another lump began to sprout below his head. The two legs suddenly stretched from the lump as his body grew in size and girth. In turn a set of leaves swiftly bud from either side of his newfound body, petals hastily flowering from his now-circular visage so he matched his counterpart. The blinding illumination suddenly flickers away in a burst of glitter, revealing a dreary gray sunflower with a nasty scowl as his wriggled out of his trainer’s arms. Bad-Kamras grins once again, taking a step back as his bruised and mangled Sunflora met eyes with yours. Although the scuffle was drawing closer to an end, the evil adversary would no doubt prove thorny to your triumph.
“Sweet Scent! Grass Whistle! Shadow End!”
As the Dung Beetle hoppd from its position, Matthew noticed the reckless bounding from the thickets as the locked Heracross struggled in the vice grip, having had its disadvantage of girth taking it into a more dangerous positions, being weight down as it was thumped against the ruffled underbrush. Comparing the technique to a choke-slam, Matthew became impressed with the Pinsir’s fighting ability, obviously being one of the top fighters in its previous clan, however, Matthew was as equally impressed with the timely reversal as Heracross once again held the higher advantage.
Tumbling and rolling down the bankside, the Pinsir and Heracross carried on their fight as Matthew turned his attention back to the Castform. Looking at the weather-Pokémon hovering neatly between the trees, outskating the patch of land in search of the log to trap the bugs. Sighing a small puff of cloud, Nimbus looked at loss for any logs as Matthew scratched his neck with angst, the only ones available being those that were firmly wrapped in logs or claimed by the Venonat. Shaking his head in loss, Matthew quickly turned his viewpoint back to the battle as it began to get heavy. Looking at the bruised Heracross hastily unfold its shell, Matthew made note of the whimpering bug, tendering to the scars of the battle as they marked its brittle exoskeleton. His head turning in a constant rate, Matthew re-visited Pinsir as it roared for more, only to be held in a grasp and scooped over toward the water edge. Dipping his head, Matthew got a better view of the battle.
From his current standpoint, Matthew’s emotions were in check as he felt a rush of guilt, the fighting seemingly stoppable, but at the same time he had to respect the food chain. Trying to reason with himself, Matthew thought that catching one of the bugs would aggravate the other into a state, and so left well clear. Inside, the feeling of the opportunity called as the rough clash provided the hard work, the camo-styled ball in his hands becoming increasingly more stable as the fighting continued. Onlooking and racked with nerves, Matthew waited on baited breath as he hoped to meet no-one in the clearing, his actions providing a rather unpleasant reaction from anyone who might have tried to argue otherwise. With the scuffle moving to the river bank, Matthew noticed the sudden drop as the fast flowing river reached a spraying cascade, a nasty end for any Pokémon caught in it, let alone thrown down to the rocky pool. Unfazed by the dangers, Pinsir and Heracross continued their feud, continuing to throw punches, the Heracross’ flying ability being the turning point of the battle. Hearing a crack, Matthew’s eyes widened with empathy as the bug sustained a critical injury, the brick break attack providing a chip in the bugs horns as the ear-splitting screech send Matthew into a mess, holding his ears to cover the sound.
Holding the safari ball even tighter, Matthew’s head spun as he began a feeling of joy, the Pinsir’s defeat meaning he would be a surefire capture, only to be disappointed as its eyes shook with anger, the usual white pupils turning a frenzied red. Blinking for a second, Matthew missed the ascent as the beetle pounced like a jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the Heracross. Holding his hands in a tight grip, Matthew gulped once more as the Pinsir howled with a mad passion, punching, kicking and slashing at the opposite bug. With the blue beetle dropping to the floor, Matthew could do nothing but watch in shock as the angry pinsir grabbed a firm hold of its horn, the tug of strength causing the horn to crook
Quicker than you could blink, the dung beetle pounced forward like some sort of jungle cat, wrapping its large carcass against the hovering Heracross. Howling with a mad passion: the Pincer began punching, kicking, and slashing in an unruly manner. The blue bug dropped to the floor with the brown’s on top, the angry Pinsir grabbing a firm hold of its lengthy horn. What would soon follow you could barely watch, the slow but firm tug of Pinsir’s arms on the Heracross’ horn which was beginning to crook much further than it should. The helpless beetle began struggling wildly and howling in sheer agony as its horn slipped further back and the fuelled Pinsir increased his tug. Wailing and shouting the Heracross complained as the tug got worse.
Sealing his eyes shut, Matthew heart the unpleasant shrill of a wishbone snapping, his imagination portraying a perfect picture of what was happing ahead of him. With the wail of torture became a crescendo into a deafening climax before nothing at all. Grimly and slowly opening his eyes, Matthew saw a shocking sight ahead of him as he struggle to breathe, covering his mouth as he saw the Pinsir tearing at the Heracross’ limbs from its carcass. Another deafening shriek roared through the jungle with the Pinsir’s victory as Matthew turned back to the Castform frantically hovering over the woods. Giving a symbol of him being OK, Matthew noticed a large trunk with enough rot to be uprooted, as well a set of slats near the cliff edge and a clove of Nanab Berries. Giving the symbol to Nimbus as he pointed around the direction through his hand signals, Matthew quickly thought of a way to get the Pinsir to go over to the trap.
“Nimbus, the Pinsir should be hungry after that brawl so those Nanab Berries should be good enough. If not, use a Sweet Scent to waft over the pleasant smell. If, and only if the Pinsir gets aggressive and attacks us, use a Fire Spin and Fire Blast to protect us. Be warned though, this is only if he attacks us first. I don’t want to get in trouble with the site staff.
Serious Credit to Blazing Fury.
If pokemon was real, kids would go down to wall-mart, buy TM15 and take over the world
In a small mountain village on the tropical Island of Lyanazia, the female monk Yuri turned to Ben, an ear-to-ear smile on her face, anxiously anticipating his response. She didn’t have long to wait however, as the boy put on a grin, enthusiastically nodded his agreement, and cheerfully replied, “That’s it?! How hard can a few chores be?! You bet I’ll help!”
Suddenly though, Ben remembered that he was in the presence of the highly esteemed Master Sensei, and bowing respectfully to the elderly gentleman once again, sincerely thanked him for his kindness. Adopting a more serious tone, he remarked as courteously as possible, “I am humbled by your kindness and incredibly grateful for your benevolent offer, sir.”
Putting on a determined expression, the boy continued, hoping he was being polite and sophisticated enough for one as distinguished as the elderly chieftain. “I vow to labor with paramount effort to repay you for your magnanimous generosity. Furthermore, I’m convinced that my traveling companions share my sentiment and would be delighted to lend their assistance.”
With that, he shifted the lethargic Meditite on his back, reached into the brown canvas messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and quickly withdrew three dissimilar Pokeballs, housing three dissimilar Pokemon. The first two capture capsules were customized -- a lovely shade of pink and a cool steely silver -- while the third sported the red and white hemispheres of the traditional Pokeball. Pressing the round trigger switch on each containment orb in turn, the boy watched as a trio of brilliant scarlet flashes momentarily illuminated the courtyard, followed by a small monochromatic wolfpup, a chubby yellow-gold sumo wrestler, and an aggressive-looking river crab.
Turning to the tiny threesome, Ben briefly outlined the situation. “Master Sensei is going to let us stay in his village tonight while Medeo recuperates, but he wants us to help out Yuri here with her chores. What do you say, mates? You up for a bit of work?”
Ever eager to please her trainer, the diminutive Poochyena barked happily and ran in excited circles around Ben’s legs. “Okay, you’re in girl,” he laughed, bending over to playfully rub the Bite Pokemon behind the ears, before glancing at the cranky crustacean and the portly pugilist. “How about you two?”
On the outside chance anyone in the crowd had failed to see the musculature hidden beneath his Thick Fat, the bulky Makuhita paraded around the courtyard flexing his arms pompously, while the Krabby, also seeking an audience and not to be outdone, scuttled to and fro, clacking his claws together noisily. Seeing the ostentatious antics of his two macho comrades, Ben sweatdropped and put on a slightly embarrassed expression as he watched the pretentious pair. “Right…” he replied sheepishly.
Truth be told, Ben felt very fortunate. He had gotten off pretty easy. A violent altercation with Kaito had been avoided, leaving Ben’s face intact, while Master Sensei had only asked him to work for his lodging, something Ben had grown accustomed to doing since he had arrived in the land of FB.
The trainer turned to the village girl and grinned. “I don’t know what your tasks are, but me and my team will have them done in no time. Sumeo’s strong and can carry heavy loads, Keo’s good at chopping firewood, and Hyneo and I’ll help you any way we can.” The boy grinned again and shifted the sleepy Medeo for the second time.
“I only have one question, ‘Is there somewhere safe I can put Medeo down to rest for a while?’ All this bowing… He’s breaking my back!”
Last edited by -Hayward-; 10th August 2009 at 3:30 AM.
Shivering heavily now Stacey managed to utter the words "Shock Wave" before she sneezed again. Rapture giggled at the thought of creating her own light show and in a moment of clarity zipped away from the soaked crew to a spot in the middle of the ocean. Suddenly the ocean seemed to part as if by some heavenly force as an enormous mammoth of the sea arose. Rapture began to shiver at the sight of the legedary Kyogre and cast a look back to the tin dot that was her trainer in the distance, a look that said 'Are you insane!!'. Unable to ascertain if she was and little time available before she became lunch Rapture turned back to the water beast charging up electricity in her plasma body. With a loud cry the pwer of her Shock Wave was unleashed the electricity coursing through the water-made Kyogre causing a screech of pain to erupt from its lips. It soon exploded in a shower of water feeding the waves further causing the raft to nearly spill its occupants overboard before the storm disappated, almost as soon as it had come. Now on calm water Rapure floated over with a big grin on her face sparking happily almost daring to hug her trainer before remembering she was still soaking wet.
Soon the familiar feel of a migraine returning hit her as the room spun and the water washed away leaving the young woman standing on safe steady ground. Closing her eyes she waited for what she felt would be the next stages of this depraved game and after a few minutes sighed with annoyance opening her eyes to see the wisp staring at her like she was mad. Stacey rolled her eyes really wishing the firefly had some form so she punch her.
“Overcoming extreme weather, the Sun Dial is ahead. Be gone” she said in her ever so charming way as she spirralled into the centre of the room like water down a plug hole.
'Rather fitting, wash away the crap,' Stacey thought glad to be rid of the being. The torches in the room sprung to life as the walls began to grind and shift, pulling apart to reveal a large doorway, light shining from the corridor beyond illuminating several rather unpleasant sights it held. Stacey gave a big sigh beginning to feel like she was making progress as she started to walk down the corridor Jericho, Reaper and Croagunk following/dragged. The walls were covered in hieroglyphics very similar to the ones she had barely noticed on the raft she had so desparately clung to. The further down the corridor she traversed ignoring the sight of bones that could have belonged to either person or Pokemon she saw that the light was growng bolder as did Stacey's hope. Running the last few steps she found he source of the light, a hovering pedestal but, where was the ground? Peering down into nothingness Stacey began to wonder if this was one of the wisps tricks when Croagunk leap against his bonds and landed on ... nothing. Well it had to be something, an invisible platform perhaps? Reaper's eyes narrowed at the wayward froggie, he would keep a tighter reign next time but at least he had been helpful. Shrugging, her mind possibly still frazzled from the games Stacey walked onto the platform feeling it sturdy under foot and continued on forward towards the Pedestal. Jericho decided to show off by floating around the platforms yelling "Look Mama, no feet," as the group yelled at him to shut then laughing as he accidentally hit one of the platforms. He floated back up sporting a bruise on his noggin and and sour look on his face as Stacey grinned in an 'I told you so' way.
Looking down at the pedestal as she arrived at its base she noticed how gorgeous it was, glowing golden as if crafted by the Gods. The top panels lit up with her presence and revealed 4 pictures, a navy raincloud pointing south a turquoise funnel poining east, an auburn twist pointing west and finally a bright sun pointing north. The arrow on the sundial was stuck to the sunny position and judging by the guilty look on Croagunk's face she guessed he knocked it there. It needed to be south and Stacey grasped the dial pulling hard nearly falling over from the effort but was unable to shift it. Placing her hand on her hips she stared at the pedestal angrily, stupid obstacle. She saw a violet wispy hand form around the dial as Reaper tried his luck finding himself unable also.
"Stand back weaklings, let Super-Jericho try," the teal Koffing announced as every turned to face him.
"With what dumbarse, you have no hands," Stacey remarked as Jericho quickly shut up and bobbed off hautily muttered about how they were all a bunch of ass-clowns who didn't appreciate his awesomeness.
Stacey pulled a Pokeball from her belt and let loose its occupant, a small Teddy Bear who looked down at the invisible floor in alarm. Picking her up before she had a heart attack, Stacey placed her on the sundial.
"Maddie, we need some strength so who better than you to show these fella's how its done," she said as the Teddiursa grinned flexing her little muscles. Ignoring Jericho's shocked words feeling a stab at his masculinity and Reaper's incredulous look Maddie tightened the bracer on her wrist and held onto the dial point.
"Okay, use you Strength to pull the dial clockwise down to the south position where the raincloud picture is." Maddie nodded familiarising herself with the pictures before she began to tug.
Sunny skipped over to his evil twin, while Evil Sunny was still snoozing, before raising his arms to the sky. The sunflower felt as much energy as he could from the dim sunlight, synthesizing the energy much slower than he normally would. Taking in as much energy as he could, Sunny turned his attention towards doppelganger, who was starting to bat open his evil little eyes, and opened his mouth, firing off his Solar Beam. The beam engulfed Evil Sunny and sent him flying backwards, akin to a leaf caught in the wind. The beam dispersed once it hit the back wall, and Karmas could see Evil Sunny again, except now he looked as if he had fought a long and fierce battle, and he was mere inches away from the puddle of vile liquid that he emerged from. Continuing to attack, Sunny lets loose with the Power of Nature, the attack unmangling the tiles around Evil Sunny and sending the evil bulb back even further. Evil Sunny slowly wobbled back and forth, Karmas uncertain as to whether or not he was going to faint, when he fell backwards into the pool from which he had come from.
The pool began to bubble wildly, and the thought that there was too many bubbles for just Evil Sunny cam across Karmas' mind, but as soon as it had appeared the thought disappeared. But still he continued to stare, his sense of adventure drawing closer to the pool, at least Karmas hoped that it was his sense of adventure. Either way Karmas, Zoran and Sunny walked to the rim of the pool, the gurgling noise it was making growing louder and louder as the bubbles began to froth upwards. Suddenly Karmas felt compelled to look at the pool, which he did so, and he saw his relfection, with Zoran feeling the same compulsion. The pool swirled and swirled, until suddenly it burst upwards, as if a Snorlax had jumped into the centre of the pool. The trainer jumped back in surprise, Zoran the only reason that he remained upright, as two figures stepped out of the water. The two figures were very familiar to the trainer, after all one of them was him.
“Karmas, Karmas, Karmas,” he drones playfully, “Oh so predictable. I should have known you’d jump to the chance to evolve your Pokémon. You are me, after all.”
Just as Evil Sunny was identical to Sunny except for several colour changes, Evil Karmas was identical to the trainer. The only differences were that his skin was paler than Karmas' slightly red skin and his eyes were tinted red. As Karmas stared at his doppelganger Zoran stared at his, clenching his fists in fury. To Karmas' surprise cradled in his doppelgangers arms was Evil Sunny! Seeing that Karmas noticed Evil Sunny, Evil Karmas smiled.
“That was unfair,” he spitted, “So let’s even the odds, one on one. No interruptions,” he finished, looking distinctly at his own partner and Zoran.
He rustled through his pockets and pulled out an orange, sun-shaped stone. Karmas gulped as he realised what Evil Karmas was going to do. The moment that the stone touched Evil Sunny's head, the bulb began to glow and in a mere moment he was identical to his good twin. The difference this time was that the evil sunflower was a dreary gray colour. Evil Karmas smiled as Evil Sunny locked eyes with Karmas.
“Sweet Scent! Grass Whistle! Shadow End!”
Karmas turned towards Sunny and quickly gave his next set of orders, not wasting any time.
"Sunny use Grasswhistle while Evil Sunny uses Sweet Scent, and if that doesn't work use Nature Power to stop him from executing Grasswhistle. Even if you put him to sleep still use Nature Power, and finish off with Grass Knot!"
Garden of Iris
Mewsic: You sigh in despair as you repeatedly pace affront the giant hurdle with its bars weaved with thick vines and its hinges far too tight to be budged. You’d be hard-pressed to open it yourself, and with Morph falling short of the oomph needed to retain his stag transformation, it looked like this setback called for a brawny teammate with the vigour to make easy work of the stiff doorway. You zip open your rucksack, but who would have thought to pack a crowbar, nevertheless another piece of equipment you could improvise a quick entry. With that you neatly lay your Pokeballs on the very rim of the trimmed meadow, fingering over them in an ‘Eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ fashion still stumped as to who could help out. You pause for a moment still and cross-legged as you waver between comrades, still unconvinced that any of your roster could unbolt the heavy gates. Knowing full-well you where getting no further by vacantly weighing up each ball, a lightbulb flickers upon Morph’s noggin as he slugs to your side. Chirping your attention, he wiggles his hips still too worn-out to bodily transform and instead relying on his putty-like limbs. Like some sort of animal-shaped balloon, the Ditto creates a jiggly pair of arms and legs, a stubby tail and a bulbous head before helplessly flopping back to his regular self. The amoeba hadn’t given you much of a clue with his quick misshape, but his faint similarity to a certain T-Rex Pokémon was enough to get you guessing. The pink blob squeaks and franticly bobs his head, allowing you to quickly scoop up the other balls with one arm and handle the red-white sphere in the other. You take no time to pitch it forward as your other comrades are spilled back into the backpack. The Pokeball ricochets against the golden archway – cracking open against the lush doormat with an explosion of white.
Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a young tyrannosaurus. His smooth hide glistens with a shine of gray as he tilts his head skyward releasing a nerve-racking howl. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Jurasic bobs his head between the golden bars, no doubt sniffing inquisitively for some unsuspecting prey. Morph gulps nervously, thanking god he’s not in his tasty Stantler form. Bobbing his head from the skirts of the doorway, the young dino detects your sombre disposition and grasps he’d been called upon for a much significant undertaking than his morning hunt. Obediently ushering to your side, he’s all ears for your plan as he paws at the towering archway with a competitive smirk beginning to mark his face. Looking up at the tangled fence yourself, your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a deep gruff as Jurasic dips his head and takes a few paces back. As you take to his side, you notice his sapphire helmet glisten a brilliant cyan as he concentrated all force into his skullcap. Eying up the bloomy vines, Cranidos cockily scrapes his foot against the earth before charging recklessly on your mark with the goldenrod entry in sight as you franticly jog in tow. Leaping in mid-air, the hardy fossil hastily ups his pace as fine streams of while flicker from his body continuing to charge forward with the momentum of a battering ram. BAMM! You quickly recoil as your shoulder makes contact with the railings, far too weak to do anything but the same can’t be said for Jurasic! Noggin interlaced with the fortified bars, you hear a nasty ‘ching!’ as the door slowly begins to scrape forward and the raptor decelerates. Jurasic continues to push with all his might, growling desperately as the thick vines begins to stretch and tether. About ten seconds of frenzied bashing ensues until the foliage shreds apart and the doors give way. Still in mid-Headbutt, the Jurassic Pokémon is comically flung through the breach flailing head-first into the shaggy crown of a blossoming tree. Although bursting to snort at the rex who’s stubby legs were now franticly wriggling as he tried to break out, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Morph amply in tow, still unsure how long the doors would remain unfastened. Meeting the foot of the pinkish sapling, your ears suddenly prickle up to yet another thunderous scrape. Jumpily revolving to source of the grind, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping to a halt, you notice the archway’s thorny vines suddenly coil throughout its railings as though never touched. There was no turning back now, you’d well and truly crossed the threshold between fantasy and reality.
As Jurasic wrestles his way free and drops down to the flowering prairie, you find yourself completely gobsmacked by the newfound vista. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few lollipop-shaped trees glittered a bright pink jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. A bundle of Ponyta grazed on the flourishing lawn below, some chivalrous Rapidash galloping on their outskirt. Both you and the Ditto who had found himself perched on your shoulder once more scanned the garden in marvel, certain you’d seen it all before in the page of a fairy tail. Jurasic however seemed much less immersed, much to your despair. His eyes glistened brightly as he licked his lips and rubbed his stubby hands together: the stack-full of wildlife nibbling on the blooming meadow beginning to tickle his taste buds. Caught in a trance and unsure which species to terrorize first, his razor-like teeth drew bare as he began skipping forward. Once called back into reality by his embarrassed master, he sets his eyes on the same vista as you and Morph: The regal castle.
Just a few hilltops beyond stood the whitewash palace, its broad face dotted with several towers which spiralled skyward before capping with golden roofs shaped like upside-down ice-cream cones. The tallest of the towers was topped with a flickering flag that you could barely catch from such a distance, the gentle winds allowing it some animation. It was worth noting a Castle so large would have to have a lively population: Kings, Queens, Monarchs, Butlers, Chefs, Maids and all their families. How could that be possible if the area was so untouched? If you knew anything about the Garden of Iris, this would have to be her Castle – and for those seeking adventure the legendary palace would be the place to head. Whilst quaint, the bustling wildlife either side wasn’t going anywhere and the bastion before you was eager to be explored. Morph chirps impatiently, squeezing himself around your noggin and pointing onward. Jurasic on the other hand sniffs about the blushing flora, unaware what trek may be ahead as he playfully chases the Buneary who are far too quick for him. What will you do?
Treepandaone: Left squeamish and on-edge, you stare vacantly at the brown behemoth that’d just cannibalised his rival in a sort of fierce bug-war. Its feral cry sent a shiver down your spine, its jittery movements causing you to recoil to a point you where a heartbeat from the cliff-edge. Was it worth risking yours and Nimbus’ safety over a capture? All rational had seeped away, this beetle had earned its title as king of the jungle, and its striking verve would make any trainer desperate to capture it. At least a male one pumped with testosterone. You squeeze the Safari Ball harder than ever, your face scrunched with determination as you consider the possible scenarios ahead – very few seemed promising. The babyish cotton-ball suddenly wriggles out of the canopy, his eyes welled up with tears of trauma as he swoops to your side as tactfully as possible. He wraps his stubby white arms around your head, the soothing warmth of his snugly sunny form giving your head the much needed space to think. Items scattered around the small span jutted out above all else: A clove of Nanab Berries, Some brick tiles and a rickety trunk. With Pinsir left with little left to shred you watch as it rowdily kicks up the grassy terrain below and begins shoving the bone-exposed corpse of the disfigured Heracross into the small burrow. You almost wrench, covering your mouth in best efforts to remain unnoticed crouched behind a thin layer of thickets.
This wasn’t the case. With its blinded rage withering and the territorial scrap done and dusted, the Pinsir’s slit-like nostrils begins flaring as it warily paced about the frayed battlefield. Another Heracross dare challenge its throne? This wasn’t the case, as the scent it’d caught was yours! Growling wildly as his horny pincers clacked together, his eyes settled on your not-so-discrete hiding spot. Boy oh boy where you in for some trouble, stuttering the plan to Nimbus as the foe clenched his fist and unfastened his askew jaws. Despite a glint of fear in his beady eyes, the Castform bobs his head and hovers into the Nanab tree where he bites off a clove, settling in a small bush below as he did with Cherubi. With a nerve-racked swallow, the cloudy Pokémon weakly inhales before exhaling a puff of golden fragrance which wafts about the ambiance. The Sweet Scent winded through the bushes, wrapping around the burly warrior as it snuffled in bewilderment. The waft of honey sends the dung beetle’s tummy rumbling coaxing it to wonder en route to the fluffy sun-cloud. The blob of orange snickers to himself as the whiff works its magic, however a sad reality soon begins shaking him as the beetle draws ever nearer. There wasn’t much of a stage 2, Nimbus whimpering in a state of panic as the tranced Pinsir reaches the foot of the stench.
“Kaaiii!” The beetle snaps gruffly, sniffing about for its grub only to find Castform in its place. Whilst the trap went off without a hitch for the under levelled cherry, the underprepared rehash wasn’t going to go down at all. The enemy growls, snapping its horns in frenzy with the scene of Nimbus on its turf with a clove of its fruit in his mitts only adding to his rage. The beast leaps forward, grappling the small cloud in a tight Bind to a point he can barely breathe. Choking and rasping, the blob does his upmost to wriggle free with no way of conjuring a tongue of flame. You cry in protest as your partner’s face switches purple unable to escape the chokehold. *Sock!* With a stroke of luck, Pinsir releases his deathly squeeze by jabbing the poor cloud in the face with a Brick Break, Nimbus lifelessly floundering into a thorn bush but out of harm's way from suffocation. A heated moment passes, and you almost consider the weather Pokémon down for the count. He weakly limps out of the hedge, his body reverted to its natural form and his skin patterned with cuts and bruises. One eye was completely shut, a nasty shiner beginning to shape much to your fret. Whilst scared out of his wits, the gray blob began inhaling as his body steamed with a fiery aura. The dung beetle rumbles, mounding over to the thorn bush ready to add Nimbus to his hit-list. Suddenly! The small cloud expels a carroty spitfire which whizzes forward, breaking into a star-shape as it reached the brazen brute. The Blast of Fire blanketed the brown beetle, causing him to screech as his endoskeleton scalded with throbbing blisters. It was just enough to fend the foe off as the black and blue blob waddled to your side. The heat soon settles, the slightly charred crawler reddening with rage as he snorted and charged. Meanwhile, in light of the hazardous status your Pokenav was buzzing and beeping wildly, its LCD display pretty much giving you the go-ahead to do whatever you liked. Nimbus looked as though he could barely take another hit, what will you do?
Hayward: With a stroke of fortune you drop down to your knees to a point you reach Sensei’s height, smiley faced and dumbfounded you’d be let off so easily. A few chores?! That wouldn’t be too much trouble at all. If anything, it’d be a nice change of pace from the burdens several trainers of Fizzy have on their plates. You eagerly accept, the elder solemnly nodding whilst Yuri’s face flushed pink. The little Spinda lunged forward and flailed her stubby paws animatedly, attempting to give a warm hug to the sleepy chimp dazed on your back.
“Then so it is settled”, the man muffles pleasantly, nodding as you jump back to your feet, “If you don’t mind, I will take Medeo to the Temple to replenish his strength. Meet me there when the rising sun meets the Eagle’s crown” With that, the three of you bob your heads skyward, noticing it was still early sunrise. You then jerk back in awe spotting the greatest mountain on the range settled high up in the clouds, crooked slightly at its peak, two hollows either side of the rocky face. Its coiled summit looked uncannily like a beak, its facial structure giving it the appearance of a magnificent bird. Being nestled way in the middle of misty range, you could only guess the kind elder wanted to summon you at midday giving you a good few hours of manual labour. You crack a slight smile, throwing your shoulder bag onto the ground heavy-minded on rallying a top squad of cohorts skilled in lending a hand to others. You finger through the canvas sack, palming three inch sized spheres as Yuri looks on with piqued curiosity. You press each one’s axis, the three conkers budding to the size of apples. You palm the shiny Steel Ball and glittery Love Ball, grinning as you pitch them both a foot forward against the neatly trimmed lawn. Cracking open with a burst of metallic and pinkish radiance, the balls click shut to reveal chubby sumo and a greyish pooch. The former is quick to release a cute yawn as he stretches his stubby arms, plodding about the newfound environment as the wet blades dampened his bare feet. The latter howls zealously sniffing about at the two strangers, pawing at Yuri’s skirt as she scratches the back of the pup’s ear in return. With a hand free you enlarge a standard Poke Ball, bringing the trio to a complete as you spin it forward. Clacking out of the red-white sphere in a spur of light, an orange crustacean scurries sideways whilst clicking his pincers vivaciously. All where more than happy to get some fresh air, and they’d no doubt make your jobs much easier.
“Excellent!” Yuri smiles, itching around to pups collar again as she wags her tail excitedly, “Poochyena and Krabby will be ideal for farm work, perhaps Makuhita will shine under kitchen duty”
“Your enthusiasm brings me a warm feeling Yuri”, the grand master responds, “Whilst you shall be showing this boy the ropes, I feel it is important he and his friends work unassisted. He who depends on himself will attain the greatest happiness.” The elder bows before you both, slowly revolving as he paces back up the well-beaten path. You notice the grainy trail he followed snaking from the village’s centre, creeping outward and upward to a rickety bridge. Shortly beyond the bridge was a circular cliff-face, upon it stood a red-bricked sanctuary, rimmed a brilliant golden which shimmered off of the sun’s rays. Its curvy slate roof was supported by tall pillars, however your eyes could barely make out much detail from the distance. Whilst you squint in awe at the Master’s temple, you feel Keo pinch your knee as Hyneo chased the dandelion seeds bobbing in the breeze, pouncing to no avail. Yuri’s Spinda waddles up to Sumeo, switching to a goofy smile and shaking his mitt.
“If Sensei has summoned you hale-San, you must not be late. Let’s go!” She says, throwing her wicker hat back on and grabbing the baby panda by the hand, “you too Su Lin!” With that you round up your motley troop and begin strolling in tow of the monk whilst keeping a keen eye on the oriental civilisation, spotting a few of the villagers staring on timidly from the corner of your eye. It was obvious enough they weren’t used to visitors in their mountain hideaway, the faint whispers bringing on a glint of paranoia as you can only guess the kind of rumours being passed. This feeling soon passes as you bypass the cluster of oak houses draped with paper flaps and meet the outskirts of the settlement. Yuri grinds to a halt above a small bump in the meadow, coaxing you to jog to her point wondering what you’d find over the hill. The three helpers scamper in tow in an orderly queue, the pooch competitively wriggling past the other two in hopes of getting the first glimpse.
“This is the Mareep farm”, she says waving her hand over the breezy dip, “We must collect their wool for clothes, but they won’t be so keen to give it away”. You gaze across the green prairie in awe, and what looked like yellow balls of cotton candy grazing across it. The pasture was about the size of a football field, chocked full of about thirty or so Mareep aimlessly wondering about. You then notice a pen at the edge of the meadow with about half a dozen empty sacks – your job seemed to be coming to light. The herd of sheep bah lazily as they scuttle about slightly, each in their own world.
“You will need to come up with a way of herding the Mareep into the pen so we can shear their wool. It’s harder than it looks Hale-san, they don’t react to much”, Yuri grins. She then picks up Su Lin and strolls down to the auburn shed below, unbolting a small fence for the livestock to enter through. Whilst the female worker could probably do it all by herself, today was your time to shine and impress the doubtful villagers. What will you do and how will you do it?
The Lost Jungles
Arc Angel: You take a few small paces back, eying up the stunning piece as you unroll your sleeves. You’d been pushed to your limits and each harsh obstacle another sending you closer to the edge. The desolation the elderly gypsy had thrown you under was beginning to way up, the notions of paranoia echoing about your subconscious chiselling at every thread of endurance and you were just about to crack. Not this time, no siree you were stronger than that, or so you told yourself. With a determined grin you bind your palms against the triangular overhang wedged very tightly north. As each finger settles on the aurous ridge, you feel a slight tingling pulse from your finger tips down to your body. It was time. You lean rearward, shifting all of your weight to the back as you hope to trigger some movement. Still rigid as ever, you squash one foot onto the dial’s plane, towing if all your strength as you bite your lip in concentration. Huffing and puffing as you scramble into different positions tugging with all your might, the dust quickly settles and you realise it wasn’t going to budge under your doing. Spiritomb swirls over your shoulder like a nerve-jangling breeze, a few green balls spewing from his essence and mantling across the dial’s handle. Whilst strong enough to leash a skilful toad with no trouble at all, the dark spews of purple failed to do much either. You both untwine from the tangled embrace, at a loss for the manpower, even with Jericho’s ego.
You pause for a second, wondering if the shimmering face was even supposed to be shunted or if there was more too it. You where just about done with mind games, so you fiddle with your varied repertoire of balls fastened to your attire, plucking a tasty looking capture device which looked like a chocolate bonbon. You raise the Malteaser an inch above your waist, thumbing it to the size of a spherical Easter Egg as it gave off a sweet whiff. Not in the ideal space to pitch it forward, you balance the Chocolate Ball atop of your open palms as it cracks open by itself. An explosion of auburn light colours the golden walls for a split second, the spur of sweet radiance soon dimming to showcase a stubby little bear cub which yawns cutely as it stretches its fluffy limbs. She suddenly leaps to your arms in fear, weakly opening her beady eyes only to find the two of you completely walking on air. As she grips against your body like a Koala Bear, you take little time to plop her on the primordial clockface with another task at hand. It was time for the teddy to show the boys a real show of strength, much to their humiliation. Maddie paces up and down the dial, coming to a stop at the overhang and walking back round. She stared at the abstract illustrations like they were pictures in a story book, her ears prickled to your instructions as she went along. The grizzly flexes her muscles slightly, rolling her flowery bangle back as her claws drew bare from her otherwise cute mitts. She then places the two paws on the face of the extension, her nose flared and brow scrunched as she began shifting her weight forward. You watch in wonder as the clock began to move, a low bellow echoing across the insane dimension as the slabs of gold scraped against each over. Slowly but surely the dial’s finger budged clockwise, the small teddy gritting and snorting as she rammed her whole body forward.
After a good five minutes turned into a show of Strength, the cub finally howls at the impressive feat with overhang now facing a good deal south. The victory jig is short-lived however, as the raincloud illustration flickers a glowing Navy, the creaky hollow of thunder sounding although this time you can’t be sure if it’s a mind trick or not. The Sun Dial begins glowing a blinding yellow as you, the bear and the frog suddenly feel your feet pick up beneath you. You flail your arms about wondering what the hell is going on, the shiny tunics and patterned walls fading to black as you drift upward and onward in the dark abyss. Suddenly! You wince as a queasy feeling takes charge, the world around you spinning drastically as a deafening drone you could only compare to a steam train shooting past. You lost sight of Maddie, Jericho and Reaper – even the two followers had broke out of your mitts as you feel yourself thrust through the universe in less than a few seconds
An unknown amount of time passes, and you wearily open your eyes, the heavy droplets of rain patting against your muddy face. You clamber to your feet, wiping the wet streaks of hair from your face as days events come into realisation. Something felt different about your surroundings, the crooked trees honing a feral disposition and the quick downpour leaving little wildlife unhidden. It isn’t long before a messy Koffing pushes its way through a thick of muddy undergrowth, cussing at the state of his garments yet you couldn’t be happier to see a familiar face. You pace about the cluster of large shrubs, turning every leaf you come across in search of the remaining four. A sudden glimmer of purple and green catches your eye, as you and Jericho weakly dash to a cliff edge where Reaper’s Keystone was barely settled. Palming the snoozing spectre you check the landscape for signs of your remaining comrades. The drop in terrain scoped across the entire horizon, watching as a few Wingull flew across the ravine only hoping the baby chimp and bear cub hadn’t warped too close to the fifty-foot drop. Suddenly you notice an uprooted log begin rumbling wildly. A set of goldy brown feet pop from the log’s midpoint, the legged cylinder now stumbling dizzily as a set of arms ripped free. The clawed paws then slash frantically at the rest of the log, Maddie’s face panning into view amidst the chippings of lumber flying about. That was your own three down, but where were the others? You continue to chase through the dark jungle’s edge, calling desperately for the infant you’d swore to protect – heck, even Croagunk’s face wouldn’t be too bad at this point. Spending a few minutes blindly shaking through the thick shrubbery you suddenly feel another presence – an unsettling vibe running through your limbs before you even made eye contact.
“You!” a mysterious voice rasps, “You must the one they call ‘Arc Angel’” You suddenly flip to your rear in panic, noticing a group of about a dozen or so cloaked figures with their faces shadowed out. The head of the group, the man calling your attention by your rarely given pseudonym seemed slightly taller than the henchmen, a curved wooden staff held in his grasp tipped a deep scarlet. His other arm was outstretched and patting- Croagunk!? Why that dirty double-crosser! I guess nothing less could be expected from the shifty amphibian, but that didn’t stop Reaper from bursting out of the keystone with each of his personalities feeling a distinct sensation of rage.
“You’ve played your part well, none of us would be here without you”, the man said in a snarky tone, his voice far too powerful to be taken lightly, “But now my fair angel, you must be put to rest. Kill them! Kill them all!”
With that, the henchmen began jeering passionately, and as they did so the man banged his staff against the floor causing it to pulse with a scarlet aura. Summoning two shadowy wisps which snaked across the ground, the staff flashed brightly as the circular shadows ripped through the clammy terra. With a double dose of vicious screams, a Dusclops and a Muk emerged from the shadows with a puff of black smoke. They looked different, both with a streak of monotone colouring and an ominous aura that’d you become somewhat familiar with and grown to fear. Whilst up for another struggle, you’re in no position to even order as the bandaged mummy wiggles his fingers and Disables you from moving an inch. With your arms dead and jaw locked, the two shadow monsters take their pick of your troop as the obscure figures look on with upmost pride. Muk is first to attack, slugging forward and hocking up a slew of Gunk which flings forward and bullets against the shiny sack. You’d never seen the move carried out with such power, the purple Shot cleaving across Jericho for a clean KO. You feel yourself screaming inside as the Cyclops waddles its way to the scared stiff teddy. The dull bandages draped across its body begin to unravel as they travel toward Maddie, wrapping her up and wringing her out with a merciless Bind. The bear splutters and chokes as her mug colours blue, the Beckon Pokémon keeping to its word as the clench became a strangle. The heartless fiend cackled as the summoned shadows made quick work of your companions, the heady spell still proving effective as you could barely blink. Suddenly!
“Your reign of terror stops right here, Dim Sun!” A womanly voice announces, causing your heart to race with the notion there may still be hope. The thick canopy of trees suddenly give way, a girl with long blonde locks trailing in all directions softy hung in the sky with her arms widespread as a flurry of wind kept her airborne. She elegantly flicks her wrists and the wind disperses, the magical heroine dropping a few feet before you and the foe. She sweeps her hair behind her back and hastily switches into a battle stance.
“You will pay for destroying my beautiful garden, Syrian! Giratina is on his way” she blurts. Right on queue, a magnificent reindeer-like creature swoops from Iris’ trail, sporting a dazzling white coat with a few lime stripes. The lengendary growls cockily as it gallops circles around the trees before reaching the Shadow Dusclops. You notice the few dead thickets it’d rushed across burst in a colourful bloom of flowers, The Beckon Pokémon grumbling in nausea as he untangled his bandages from the unconscious teddy. The two shadow beasts corner Shaymin, each forming a Shadow Ball with the sight alone causing the sky warrior to cower back into its land form. Syrian and Croagunk snort, the dark master lowering his hood courteously giving you a clear glimpse of his face. He looked like a demon: his iris coloured red and his grinned teeth pointed like fangs. Several scars showed on his pale face, and scarlet veins glowing up his skin giving him the look of a dark sorcerer of unearthly proportions.
“Beautiful Iris, if Giratina is on his way then my plan is sailing smoothly”, he replies calmly, signalling his minions to finish Shaymin. You gulp within your paralysed body, almost as though the two had completely forgotten about you. Iris bites her lip in concentration, stone-faced as she eyed the trembling hedgehog which looked back desperately. Suddenly! The goddess waves an arm in your direction causing your body to spasm back to movement, your first reaction to check up on Maddie and Jericho who where both out cold but still breathing – Reaper was tactfully by your side and Aipom was still nowhere to be found. The man raises his staff in anger, but Iris is quick enough to wave her other arm causing the two Shadow Minions to disperse into nothingness. She runs to your side with a look of terror on her face. Grasping your hands she gently pushes you backward,
“Run my dear!” Iris pleas “Run faster than your legs can carry you and don’t look back!”
Pikagod: My Bad >> Also, I've changed the way Natural Gift is carried out in adventures - it converts the move into any attack of my choice depending on the environment
You rebuttal with a triple threat of counter attacks to claim victory over your doppelganger. There was no way of knowing what evil-Karmas was capable of, but if you could put a thorn in his plans then maybe more could be learned about the Silver Wing. The monotone Sunflower was growling viciously, clearly in no mindset to give up despite the noticeable chinks in his armour. The match would continue on even terms, and only one Karmas could win! Right off the bat, the bad shrub wriggles forward with his maw gaped open. A sudden spray of golden aroma wafts from the Sunflora’s mouth, puffing across the silvery tomb settling with a honey-like scent and downing Sunny with a relaxed vibe. Your comrade stops dead in his tracks, attempting to form a kazoo out of the blades of grass in his mitts but far too unsettled amidst the sweet aroma. The evil trainer grins.
Following up, you coax Sunny into using Nature Power, taking the dark and gloomy environment as inspiration for a Dark Pulse! The black wave of energy bursts from the Sunflora’s body, knocking back the evil counterpart for decent damage. The scuffs are noticeable at this point – his black leaves chipped on the edges and his slender stem coloured with multiple bruises. The shadow menace is completely set back, flinching in fear causing its next attack to go amiss. Failing at that, the shadow type growls in frustration, to envelop in a shadow aura which crackled with pitch-black bolts of lightning. Beginning his advance, evil-Sunny rams into good-sunny for massive damage! The friendly Sunflower flails against the wall taking the biggest blow of the battle. However, an attack with such power was bound with a flip side, chipping away a substantial amount of the shadow shrub’s health to a point it was wallowing in pain. Sunny hops back to his feet, tripping the enemy with a Grass Knot for minor damage – it looked as though the match was almost at an end.
“You may have one up on me – but don’t think I won’t go out with a bang! Full power Shadow End!”