Alright, just so you know, I really don't have a problem having more people. I have tons of ideas floating in my noggin ATM, so, if you want an adventure, don't worry.
Also, I do make Pokemon talk, but really only for plot development in some cases where there is no people.
The Larvesta looks at you again, and finally feels like it is safe around you and your friends. It gives a little snuggle next to you, showing a side you didn't see in it before, a deep caring side. You grimace as its hot mane burns your foot a little bit. It looks at you again, and takes a deep breath, and begins to speak. "Hello, brave Trainer. My name is Solaris. I am one of the few Larvesta that live in the area. I am on the search for a strong trainer that we be able to help my cause." He looks at you again, and at Amethyst and Sarkahn, and makes something of a smile. "You are the only one who has been able to defeat me. I must assume that you are a strong trainer. You need to help me, and the other inhabitants of this island." He turns around and looks at something on the cliff. you turn around, and wonder how you missed this before. The rock was in the figure of a skull, and it looked like it was decaying. It was an odd experience. "That is what has been happening lately. Vandals have been desecrating the landscape around us. This one here keeps making a skull and using dark energy to kill all the life inside. Another makes snakes and melts the stones. The next makes a squid-like being, and washes the rocks away. The final one makes a dragon and weathers the rocks with vicious winds and draconic flames. These vandals are destroying the mountains, and making it their own personal playground. We can't drive them off either. We need someone who is going to help us. Otherwise, the entire mountain will be just a piece of vandalism, a mockery of what a fine landscape it once was." Larvesta looks down for a moment before looking back up. "We don't hate artists. We do allow some to work on the mountain, but, they also help out the ecosystem, making caves for us Pokemon to live in or diverting rivers so that water can bring life to places where it was never before. These ones just want to 'make art' at the expense of everyone."
You think about what to do for a moment. Helping them out would be the right thing to do, but you are unsure what exactly you could do. Especially if they wanted to fight back. Before you time to answer, you feel a rumbling under your feet. The Larvesta nods and closes his eyes. You wonder about what he is doing, until you feel the rumbling again. Solaris nods again and looks at you. "This is the one who carves the skulls. He is close by, just around the mountain if I am right. If we hurry, we can catch him!"
What will you do?
The man looks at you, but it is more a look of scorn than happiness. "My safety matters not. You must go after those thieves. If they capture the Guardian of the Temple, they could use its powers to destroy everything itself!" This gives you all the motivation you need. You orders your Pokemon to go after their respective pursuers, and they both go into action. You run towards the large door with your Kingler, and Throw goes towards the....smaller door. Throw looks at you, and you can see that it does not fit inside of the door! It is way to big to fit in a place like that! You wave Throw back over to you, nd you run after the large pursuers, hoping that you can catch up with them. You run through wallways fully of elaborate pictures and statues...but the bad guys seem to be very clumsy, allowing you to easily follow their trail. You look and see them, finally, at a dead end. They are clothed in black, and kinda remind you of the defunct Team Rocket. Upon closer inspection, however, you see that they have black masks on in the shape of a lion, and that the fronts of their outfits have various crests and symbols that you have never seen before. They look at you, and laugh to themselves. "This kid really thinks he is going to stop us! Fat chance!" The Houndoom howls into the room, the echo making it seem more terrifying and scaring the beejeezers out of Kingler and Throw. Even big Pokemon like them don't want to hear a howl like that. But, the real battle has yet to begin!
One of the men in black takes a Pokeball out of his pocket, and releases it out into the room, it being a powerful Kingdra, ready for some rustling and tussling action. You realize that these Pokemon were being used to capture Victini, as they are both very solid choics for the job. Your Kingler stands at attention as it begins to create a large wave of water from underneath itself. Is he hanging ten? Who knows, but he sure is riding that Surf, as the large wave crashes into everyone in the room, leaving everyone pretty disoriented. Houndoom looks a little worse for wear and Throh does not look all to pleased, but Kingdra looks none worse, in fact, I think the water helped to invigorate it! Houndoom begins to think of some truly NASTY thoughts to himself that I shoulld really not put on paper, or any sort of electronically made media. The thoughts gives his brain a little bit of a stimulation, making it work harder. Kingdra forms a ball of green energy inside of its mouth, before releasing it at Throh, who takes the hit hard, flying back a couple of feet before getting back up, ready to continue rumbling. Kingler agains go on the offensive, this time, however, with an attack that won't hit his teammate. He opens up his claw to release a powerful stream of bubbles. They may seem harmless, but, judging from the screeches of Houndoom, they really are not very pleasent. Throh charges at Houndoom, and manages to grab him, flinging him over and around him in a powerful Storm Throw, holding him on the ground. Houndoom is able to turn his head though, and breathes out a powerful Flamethrower, it singing the Throh's face. He does not seem burned though. Kingdra fires off another Dragon Pulse at Throw, as it seems they want to take it out of the equation. Wonder why? Throh is looking to be pretty worn out right now, taking quite a bit of damage, but not nearly as much as Houndoom, who looks really beaten.. Kingler is fine, and so is Kingdra, as they both look healthy and chipper.
What will you do?
Cid looks at you and sees that you are curious about each of them, and thinks to himself for a moment on what he is going to say. He takes so long, you nearly ask him the question again, but his reply cuts you short before you can finish the first word. "Well, kid, comparing the staffs is probably the easiest and quickest one, as we only have to go to the musuem to do that. If this staff is identical to the one at the musuem, we may learn more about their culture. The dig is more exciting, but, however, it also takes longer, and will take a couple of days to go towards beginning. There will be a lot of digging through obsidian son, because of the natural rocks around here. It is going to be tough, back breaking work. You may not be up to that kid." The man wavers off again as he thinks of waht to say. He does seem a little ponderous, doesn't he? "Plus, we have other problems of our own. There is another group that has been trying to get artifacts from the Lufenians, but, they have a different purpose in mind that we do. We want to educate people about their culture, and help people to learn. They want to reproduce the Lufenian technology and sell it to the highest bidder. Everytime we have a dig, we have to be careful that a spy is not infiltrating our midst. I can only grimace at what an organization like that would do with the technolgy of the Lufenians. It would be horrendous!" Cid stomps on the ground, furious with anger. He obviously has had some previous run ins with the organization, and it seems to have colored a bit of a shade of red. He never did tell you the name of the organization, did he?
"Sorry about that, but they irk me ever so. Ever since...never mind, no point in getting you involved in personal vendettas and stuff like that. The organization is no good, all things considered. If they get their hands on the technology, it would be disastrous." Suddenly, a man walked up to Cid, dressed in similar uniform, and spoke something in his ear. He nodded, and frowned, obviously something was wrong with the dig. He whispered something back to the man, something that he did not want you to hear about. The man gives a determined look and runs off, and he talks to some other people, which causes a group of people to go into a stir. "Well, that other group we have been talking about is here too. It seems we have another spy in our mists. They could harass us like they always do. They don't ever get violent, but, they have already started the dig. I hope they havent't found anything." He looks worriedly around. You better make this desicion quick, otherwise, it could slip through your fingers!
What will you do?
The leader looks at you with a feeling of shock on his face. Whatever you had said to him had obviously surprised him. "Well, outsider, we never knew that you wished to understand our culture! While our Sky God is a God of fear and punishment, he is also a God of love and understanding. An outsider has never decided to join our culture before. This is...unheard of. Men! We shall unchain him from this stack, and remove the firewood from his feet. Also, we shall uncage his Pokemon companion, as the Sky God loves all creatures, including the Pokemon of the Earth! Let us all take this glorious day into account, when, a man was faced with certain death. He repented his sins in front of the Sky God as best as he could, and now, he shall be welcomed as one of our bretheren!" You sigh in complete relief, as this means that you are not going to die today! Was this day ordained for you? Who knows? More importantely, who cares? You are alive! The chains are released from your hands, and feeling gradually returns to them; you had not even realized that you had lost feeling in your hands. You feet are unbound too, and your Munna is released from its cage. It coos as it slpeeily floats over to you, still under the effects of the drug that kept you in that stupor too. Your Munna expresses a feeling of gratitude and safety the best it can, and you give him a big giant hug. An experience like that was scary, and you sure did not want to go through that again. The priest turns towards you, and gives you two kisses on each of the cheeks, a sign of welcoming. "Welcome. We shall name you, Sky Eagle. Or, Sky Aquila. For now, we need someone to teach you the ways of our people. Who shall it be?" He looked to the crowd, but no one seemed to be offering. Maybe they were concerned about your recent status as an outsider, and maybe it is because, well, they think you have some sort of voodoo around you. Suddenly, a voice comes up from over the crowd, "I will train him." The crowd parts way to reveal the red-headed girl who you had seen earlier. Now that you were not scared for your life, she seemed even more beautiful than before. She walks up to you, and grabs your hand. You blush wildly. "Well, well. The Moon Eagle has decided to become one with the tribe again. This is good for you Moon Eagle. You shall teach Sky Eagle the way of our tribe and culture." "Yes, elder."
She pulls you away from the crowd, and takes you inside one of the straw huts that made up the village. She sits you down while she goes to the stone counter, and begins to rummage through a hole in the side of the counter, and took out a bag of chips. She throws it over to you, saying, "This is the last bag. I was hoping to eat it when I got out of this place. But, I think this might be a more appropiate time." She looks at you as you open up the bag, and begin to eat chips. She gives a small smile, before sitting in front of you, criss-cross. Her clothes were even worse than rags, and you can see one of her breasts. You blush like crazy while she tries to move the shirt, and, at least, it is not nearly as visible as it used to be. "Oh my gosh sorry about that. I can never seem to get my mom to get me clothes. She has washed this one shirt for the past year. She has become so wrapped in this ******** that she has nearly forgotten about me. I want to get out of here." She begins to cry, and not just cry, but sob. "This whole thing is just stupid. I can't leave here. They went and took my little Horus away from me. I haven't seem him in forever. I feel so sad without Horus." She keeps on sobbing, and you can't help but feel sorry for her. "I want to find my little Horus so bad. He makes me feel safe. Even when my mom cannnot..."
What will you do?
You grips on tight to your Frillish Narcissa, which is kinda hard actually because she is very slippery and silmy. But, as a trainer of a Frillish, you seem to know exactly where to brag to hang on tight. Narcissa jumps into the water, and the previous weight of your body is lifted up from on her. Water truly is a place where gravity's effects are much less. You open your eyes and are greeted by an underwater wonderland. You are greeted by luscious blue waters, and a wide variety of wildlife. You see two Basuclin swim by, each one of them with a red stripe, neither of them watching you as you descend into the lake. You look to the right, and see a sight that only few have seen. A Gyarados is locked into furious battle with a Milotic, the tho evolutionary cousing locking it out in battle, one wrapping around the other, blasting Hyper beams into the lake. One Hyper Beam comes dangerously close to hitting both you and Narcissa, but she is able to swiftly dodge the attack. To your left is a couple of Luvdisc swimming happily together, contrasting the previous scenes of fighting and warfare with love and tolerance. Looking ahead and down from you, something is seen nestled in the rocks. It looks like some sort of opening the rock, and obviously must be what the sign was pointing to. You point towards it, showing Narcissa the way to go. She floats down the water, and moves into the opening in the rock. It is indeed a opening, actually, a tunnel. The rock lining on the sides of the tunnel was laid in bricks. The bricks looked to be still sound, but were covered in algae, and in some places, outcroppings of coral. The tunnel was wide enough for you and Narcissa to travel through easily. You see a light at the end of the tunnel, and you both surface, you just being nearly out of breath. You find yourself in a fountain, somewhere underground. You look up and see a stone maiden in the water, scantily clothed, with water coming out of an outstretched hand. Another look at the fountain shows a Cloyster with water coming out of its two main spikes. Whoever had built this entire place must have taken much care. The rest of the room was carved in stone as well, but it was more like a hallway than a grand room. There were stone statues lining the hallway, and two doors at the end. You get up out of the pool, and walk down the hallway, towards the two doors.
You see two shields blocking each door, which is odd enough, but more odd by the fact that you can see that the shields have legs as well! The shield on the left has red legs, and the shield on the right has blue legs. you walk closer to them, your Frillish floating behind you, and all of a sudden, when you get close to one of the doors, a head pops out! It is an odd shaped head, but I guess the word "goblin" suits better than anything else. Another head pops out from underneath, and the heads begin to laugh together. "Well, kid, sure have come a long way haven't you." The top head says. "Yeah, haven't you?" the bottom one says immediately after you. "You've chosen a dangerous path, And there is not going back." "Yep, no going back. Not at all." Says the blue heads. You wonder why when you look back, and that the hallway had turned into a dead end, that a wall had magically appeared there. "Well, kid, there is only one way to go. And that is through one of these doors." "Only one of these doors contains what you are looking for in the heart of the ruins, while the other leads to..." "BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMP!" "...CERTAIN DEATH!" All the heads begin to laugh now, as you begin to get worried. "Only one of us knows which doors goes where, but, you can't ask us." Says one of the botton heads. "Yeah, you can't ask us, we don't know! However, THEY might know which one it is." As the other bottom head looks up and the tops heads nod back. "You can only ask one of us though. Only one." "Well, alrighty then, kid, ask your question!"
What will you do?
Sparow was ready and willing to take orders, and waited for the Scyther to come out again. At first, you could hear nothing, nothing at all. No movement, no background noise, nothing. The forest has become silent with the toils of battle. Sparow waits in angst, and finally, the Scyther comes roaring out ofthe bushes, yelling, "SCCCYYYYYYYTHER!" at the top of its lungs. He rams his body into Sparow, who tried to get out of the way but was unable to, since the Scyther's attacks were quick and powerful. The Scyther hit the ground, and jumped fowards again, rushing into the bushes. Sparow has caught on to his plan, however, and begins to LEER at him, leering in the bottom direction, hopwfully in order to gain some advantage over the Scyther. However, with the Scyther camoflauged so well into the bushes, you are completely unsure whether is had any effect or not. You knew from his attack pattern that he had to come from the South, but, if this was another psyche out waiting game, you were more than ready to play it. But, truthfully, the Scyther was not to the South. It was to the North. It bursts out of the bushes covered in a dark energy that could only be described as malicious, and the dark energy guides him to Sparow, who tries to dodge the attack. However, Scyther is again to quick, and nails him in his PURSUIT. It seems that the pattern has changed for the Scyther, as he bounds off to the bushes behind you. Sparow gets back up and looks around, now back on Square One, where no one had any idea where he was. The Scyther watches the two of you in your confusion and smiles, knowing it had two easy targets. Suddenly, again, the Scyther comes out of the bushes, but, this time, from the East, and smashes into Sparow again with a powerful QUICK ATTACK, before jumping off into the bushes to the West. He has a new pattern yet, but, the one who reads closely enough should be able to see it. Maybe even a diagram will work. If you want to save the Ralts and his mother, you are going to have to think one step ahead of this crafty Scyther!
The Ralts on the treetop looks at you, and enters your mind rather easily now, with no real mental interference of resistance. "I would love to help you, but, I have no idea where he is now. His attack pattern has changed, but it seems so erratic. I am counting on you, El, to defeat the Scyther and take care of my mom!" Turt placed his full trust in you. Are you going to let him down?
What will you do