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    The Caverns

    Celebii: With your boat caught in a current and swirling waywardly into the mysterious beyond, you quickly turn to survival instincts to avoid any sharp stalagmites. One of the sharp rocks pierced through the water like a deadly cutlass, the water spraying white as it collided with it. The wooden mine cart was showing no signs of manoeuvring from the rock, spurring you into action. Neptune is first off the bat as he scrambles out of the cart and clips his claws onto its two back wheels. Facing rearward the turtle then fires off a Water Gun, the pressurised blast propelling you ahead like a speedboat. Controlling his fire allows him to manoeuvre the cart westerly, although with the water getting more treacherous the cart starts to rock dangerously and would no doubt capsize any moment. This is when Boing lends his Psychic abilities, grabbing ahold of the cart and steadying it whenever you hit a rough patch of surf. With Wartortle now engineing the minecart you find yourself sailing at a much faster pace, and before you can see where you were headed it was too late...

    CRASH

    Suddenly the boat splinters against a sharp rock barely sticking out from under the water. The impact knocks you out in a matter of seconds, your vision fading as water starts filling your lungs... An unknown amount of time passes as you start to come to. You splutter up a mouthful of salty water with a rhythmic bounce resonating in your ears. As you weakly open your eyes the first thing you see is Spoink springing on your chest as though initiating CPR. Neptune was looming over your head in concern, his eyes glistening as you regained sat up weakly. Looking around, you find you’re still in the dark cavern, but on a beach somewhere inside. Foamy water washed against the shoaly sand, no doubt from the sea you’d almost drowned in. Dripping wet you weakly limp to your feet, what lay ahead was enough to wipe away the memories of your near-death experience: It was a huge wooden door crafted into the cave wall. A golden knocker which resembled a Duskull was framed in its centre. The second you laid eyes on it however its single eye suddenly lit up a lustrous scarlet. As if it’d just come to life, the knocker’s jaw drops as it starts to speak:

    Like a Gastly in the wind
    He comes from the sea,
    And trembles the foe
    Like a storm on the lee.

    With swashbuckling swagger
    And a Jolly Roger laugh,
    He flies the black flag
    On a Wailord bone staff.

    He has a black-patched eye
    And a ring in his ear,
    And on his wind-burned face,
    A crusty-grizzled beard.

    With a bone-cold glare
    And a sneer on his lip,
    He has a Octillery by his side
    And a cutlass in his grip.

    With a thunderous blast
    From his Octillery's might,
    He shivers the strong
    And cripples their fight.

    He takes what he's lost
    And turns it to gold,
    For He's crafty and shrewd
    And He's fearless and bold.

    He's dashing and daring,
    A fierce buccaneer,
    For the sight of his plunder
    Pales many with fear.

    From Laguna Peninsula
    in Pirate’s Cove,
    lies the Spirit of the Pirate
    And his Treasure Trove!


    Dare ye proceed?
    Cele was feeling a bit more confident with the situation at hand, though he was still terrified and feared for his life, as well as his hardworking Pokemon's. Before he knew what was happening, a particularly sharp stalagmite tore through the brittle mine cart, sending sprays of seawater everywhere and Cele's eyes burned with the salty tang of the ocean. The mine cart got caught on the rock, until a pressurised stream of water pushed them off. Neptune was now at the controls of the makeshift boat, using Water Gun to move it into safer waters, while Boing utilized Psychic to steady the shaky mine cart. Cele found himself, yelling at his Pokemon. "Good technique, Neptune and Boing. Keep it up! Don't forget to breathe!" However, this success was shortlived as the cart began to pick up speed. "This could end badly."Cele said. He quickly looked left and right, then forward again, and before his brain could register what was happening...

    CRASH

    "Ugh... Where am I?" Cele muttered as he came to. He coughed out some seawater and sand. His blurred vision cleared, and he looked up to see Neptune looking at him, with obvious concern in his eyes. He also saw Boing hopping on his chest, delivering CPR. "Neptune, Boing..." Cele managed to say. The rest of his senses came back. Smell? It still smelled like the ocean. Taste? His mouth still lingered with the taste of seawater. Hearing? He could hear water washing up against the shore. Touch? It felt like he was laying down on sand. He got up weakly, wondering how he had gotten here. The images started coming back to him. The mine cart they were in hit a sharp rock, destroying it, while Cele passed out from the impact, and the lack of air. As he got up, he had a look around. He was supposedly on an underground beach, as the water washed up against the shore. Something unusual was caught in the corner of his eye. There was a wooden door framed in the wall of the cave! There was a golden knocker that resembled a Duskull was placed in its center. Cele approached it cautiously, and the Duskull's single eye lit up bright red. A voice emanated:

    Like a Gastly in the wind
    He comes from the sea,
    And trembles the foe
    Like a storm on the lee.

    With swashbuckling swagger
    And a Jolly Roger laugh,
    He flies the black flag
    On a Wailord bone staff.

    He has a black-patched eye
    And a ring in his ear,
    And on his wind-burned face,
    A crusty-grizzled beard.

    With a bone-cold glare
    And a sneer on his lip,
    He has a Octillery by his side
    And a cutlass in his grip.

    With a thunderous blast
    From his Octillery's might,
    He shivers the strong
    And cripples their fight.

    He takes what he's lost
    And turns it to gold,
    For He's crafty and shrewd
    And He's fearless and bold.

    He's dashing and daring,
    A fierce buccaneer,
    For the sight of his plunder
    Pales many with fear.

    From Laguna Peninsula
    in Pirate’s Cove,
    lies the Spirit of the Pirate
    And his Treasure Trove!


    "Sounds like a ballad of a famous pirate or something." Cele observed. "What a lucky break, the treasure must be deeper inside the cave, and this door looks like the entrance!" Cele said. "I think you're right." Boing agrees. "Neptune, do you think we should go?" Cele asks. Neptune's eyes sparkle once again with the thought of treasure. "Well, it's settled. Let's go find some treasure!"
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    Default Whale Island - 13

    Raine’s Wildlife Park

    Pengyzu: Hanging over the barrier of the heavily air conditioned Polar Exhibit, the lost Wailmer calf was the last thing on your mind as you gaze in awe at the waddle of Piplup. Your enthusiasm is quickly cut short however as one of the smallest of the crčche strays too far to the edge of the glacier, splashing into the icy cold water and struggling to stay afloat. The chick flails frantically as you yell for a park trainer, your heart sinking as no one comes to the rescue. The Piplup starts to chirp for help, spurring you into action. You decide to take things into your own hands – Allon now reeling to your side with a smooth hum. With orders volleyed the Magnemite sparks with animation, drifting over the barrier and toward the ice berg. The baby penguin’s tweets become slightly muffled now as it splutters icy cold water, the rest of the rookery assembling at the coast of the glacier in alarm. The magnet breaks to a halt as he reaches his coordinates, who twin magnets sliding down his body as he descends. Like a claw crane in an arcade, Allon successfully latches onto the penguin’s crown, ascending and drifting over the ice berg. Whilst the alien abduction seems to frighten the bubba more than drowning, it quickly gets over the ordeal as the Magnemite plops it down in the snow. Allon beams proudly as you sigh in relief, until a large shadow casts over the magnet...

    MWAP!

    A piercing squawk resonates across the warehouse as you almost bowl over the barrier in surprise. Allon gyrates to the source of the racket, a towering penguin clipping its trident-like beak aggressively. Its armour was sleek and black in comparison to the rookery’s downy white feathers, blue metal blades extending from its wings and collar. Its sapphire eyes were bloodshot in frenzy, shuffling its webbed toes and easily cornering the electric type into a glacier wall where he couldn’t slip away. You notice a caption further down the barrier: “Empoleon (Aptenodytes forsteri) is the tallest and heaviest of all living penguin species and is endemic to the Glacier Islands. The male and female are similar in plumage and size, reaching 170 cm in height and weighing anywhere from 170 to 200 kg. The female lays a single egg, which is incubated by the male while the female returns to the sea to feed” Your reading is suddenly cut off as the Empoleon lunges into Allon with a Peck, the attack chinking his armour for a mild hit. The magnet tumbles rearward his back knocking against a wall in the glacier. Before you can communicate with the Magnemite you catch sight of another caption scrawled in red lettering “Warning! The male Empoleon is not to be interacted with whilst his young in its incubation period”. It was too late for that, the emperor penguin closing any of Allon’s escape routes with a stretch of his jagged flippers. There was no way Allon could match such a huge foe, but with a good plan you could aid his getaway. What will you do?


    Ampere Beach

    Trainer Andy and Dark Searchman: With the fishing trip having been a great success, you both decide to sit out the last half hour, legs dangling off of the side of the ferry as you make idle conversation about your catches. This also gives Hyrem a chance to wrap his foot in a swathe of bandages courtesy of the boat’s medikit – the punctures in his toes making a speedy recovery. There’s still a lot of hustle and bustle on the other side of the deck as a half a dozen trainers try squeezing in some last minute catches. A Magikarp over-hauled by a youngster lands on Andy’s head, flopping helplessly as Hyrem bowls over in laughter. Time seems to fly by as you each watch proudly over the buckets, sparks flying within Chinchou’s pail whilst Gorebyss twirls continuously with a sense of claustrophobia. At long last a sharp WHOOT from Captain Briney’s whistle signals the end of the contest, a few kids now desperately struggling to get their fish into the buckets by hand. Several minutes pass as everyone crowds around the front of the deck, Briney measuring the catches one by one with a keen eye – it seemed like one look was all it took for him to gauge its strength and rarity. He occasionally whispers to Slowpoke, who nods or shakes his head subtly. You feel like the suspense would kill you, until the captain finally announces the results of the amateur fishing contest.

    “So without further ado, I present to you in third place – Hyrem and his Chinchou” the young sailor picks up the Pokémon by one of its anglers, prodding its bulb curiously only to receive a mild electric shock. Slowpoke laughs dimly. “This particular specimen of Chinchou weights in at a length of 0.5 meters, about average for its species. Its habitat is in the deep sea trenches where it’s fairly common. In spite of that, it’s a cool find and would make a shocking addition to any trainer’s team! Hyrem wins a Blue Shard for coming in third place!” Briney grins as he tosses it back into the bucket, prodding his index finger where he’d just been electrocuted. There's a mild spell of clapping as Briney dunks the fish back in its tank.

    “Our runner up today in second place – Andy and his Gorebyss” the sailor has more trouble snagging hold of the snipe eel’s shell-tail as he hoists it out of its bucket, standing on his tiptoes in order to show it at full height. There are oohs and aahs resonating through the crowd of tourists as the Gorebyss bats its eyes elegantly. “It pains me not to give this beautiful creature first place. This specimen is a whopping 1.6 meters in length, albeit smaller than your average Gorebyss. It’s a much rarer inhabitant of the deep sea trenches. Andy wins a Heart Scale for coming in second place!” The crowd applauds much louder as Briney lowers it back into the pail in which it instantly starts circling within, his eyes now fixated on the final bucket with a glint of excitement.

    “And now for our winner, a veteran of the fishing circuit – Mary Sue and her Feebas” a few of the trainers frown in confusion as water runs off the ugly bass’s muddy scales as it attempts to feebly flounder back into its bucket. “Don’t let your eyes deceive you, this Feebas is the rarest fish you’ll find in these waters. Standing at 1 meter tall it’s exceptionally large for its species. Mary Sue wins a Water Stone for coming first place!” The beachgoers now break into rapturous cheering as Briney releases the final fish. You can’t help but join in on the applause, being first and second runner up was nothing to be ashamed of and you’d had a lot of fun.

    “Now if I could get you to release you catches back into the ocean, we’ll be moving onto our Scuba expedition of Rainbow Reef!” The crowd scatters across the deck as you turn back to your buckets. Andy has some trouble getting a grip of the slippery snipe eel, but with a firm grasp of its tail-lure, he chucks it off the side of the boat. The pink fish flutters its eyelashes as if to say thanks for letting it go before rapidly plummeting down the ocean and out of sight. Hyrem has other plans as he seizes the Chinchou by its anglers, a look of bewilderment in its plus-eyes. Prodding it with a Pokéball, the trainer punches the salty air with a woop as the angler fish puts up no fight Congratulations! Level Seven Chinchou was caught! With a new Pokémon joining your ranks you quickly don the jet black scuba gear, complete with flippers, a snorkelling mask and a heavy oxygen tank. Briney fixes himself at the hem of the boat were there was a small waterslide. “Okay trainers, you’ll need to partner up before we start, and you’ll also need to be accompanied by a Water Pokémon. Got it?” Briney then fixes his snorkel over his mouth, nosediving into the sea and signalling you to follow his lead. What will you do?

    Dark Searchman, with your first capture you’ve unlocked rights to the Egg House. Be sure to link to your response to this update when picking up your egg.

    The Caverns

    Celebii: With the bard of the cutthroat pirate still fresh in your mind you boldly press forward, Neptune’s eyes flashing into dollar signs as he rubs his hands greedily at the fast unfurrowing fable of a pirate’s trove. Taking a deep breath and preying this isn’t a trap, you clutch onto the now-inanimate Duskull knocker and attempt to pry the door open. The rusty hinges make it difficult to budge, but with the Wartortle’s combined effort it’s not long until you hear a noisy creek. As the towering oak door cracks open a yellow light is cast down on the shoaly beach from the room ahead. It can’t be? Can it? As you push further your speculation is confirmed as mountains of gold lay glistening ahead!

    Neptune’s jaw drops to the floor in disbelief. Endless hills of gold, precious gemstones and treasure chests filled the dome-like cavern ahead – all unspoilt and yours for the taking. Neptune doesn’t need telling twice as he clambers on one of the gold mounds, shoving handfuls of coins into the gaps of his shell. Boing springs over to a chest brimming with pearls like the one on his crown with great interest, looking to see if they had any that could augment his psychic abilities. Not so quick to fill your pockets with gold, you apprehensively stroll around the trove searching for booby traps. After the knocker’s warning about the pirate’s spirit you can’t help but feel like there’s more to this pirate’s booty than meets the eye. Whilst you spot plenty of treasures from across the world, such as lamps and goblets and even a sarcophagus that looked like it’d been hauled from one of Talas’s pyramids, about a half a dozen stout suits of armour strike you as eerie. You can’t help getting the feeling you’re being watched as you finish your inspection of the cove. It looked safe to touch...

    TRRRRRRR

    A racket similar to six jumbo jets starting up breaks through the air, coins spilling out of Neptune’s carapace as he bowls over in surprise. Turning on your heel you watch in horror as the suits of armour’s eyes all light up like yellow flashlights. They weren’t armoury at all, they were Pokémon. The bluish coloured golems all had spiral like insignias strapped to their round bellies by brown belts. In a matter of seconds the half a dozen Pokémon started marching forward as though programmed to exterminate any unwanted trespassers and swindlers. What will you do?

    Kakatua Lagoon

    Balmund: Rather than head for the exit and walk out on your newfangled soul mate, you decide that to your better judgement the siren might have had her reasons for taking you prisoner. Determined to find some good underneath her velvety smooth skin you apologise earnestly for slaying her pet and start to probe her about the fate of your own monsters. She avoids your question, swooning at the sound of that four letter word at the tail-end of your sentence. The mermaid’s tail coils as she glides through the crystal clear blue lost in her own world - “Ahh, he really does love me”. Opening her eyes that she’d squeezed tight wishfully, she faces you again with an embarrassed giggle.

    “Your friends?” she pauses for a second, her finger on her lip as she stares into space, “I remember! I let out your Kingdra and we had a little chat while you were sleeping...” The siren’s face suddenly grows pale and worried, trying her best to avoid your attentive glare. This becomes impossible however as she seems to suspect an air of suspicion “He kept telling me you didn’t love me. He tried to stop me from changing you... so I locked him away... Don’t worry, I’ll set him free as soon as he stops telling those vicious lies! I can take you to him right now if you don’t believe me” You catch a glint of malice in her eyes for the first time, she actually looked a bit frightening. With tensions high the siren quickly changes to subject back to you. The mermaid had a knack for manipulating conversation; one bat of her eyelashes was spellbinding, enough to steer your mind away from the growing warning signs.

    “So Bal... Tell me some more about yourself”, she says casually “I want to know every- last- naughty- detail.” With each word the maid takes a lunge forward until your noses are almost touching. Her seductive glare from a hair’s distance was enough to send any merman weak at the tailfin, and you were no exception. What will you say?

    Hydro-Electric Dam

    Myahoo: Looking to cover ground much faster than on foot, Volkner escorts you to the zeal of Blitzle that’d been drinking from the now waning river. One of them breaks off from the crowd as the gym leader gazes on intently – it was time to pull out all the stops to gain both of their respect. Wildfire shares your enthusiasm, spouting off a burst of flames as he hops off your shoulder and onto the battlefield. Stringing a set of orders together you watch anxiously as the match gets underway. The Blitzle bows as it neighs aggressively, sparks flying up and down its body and Charging in lighning-bolt mane. Its aggression quickly subsides however as its opponent disappears from view! Wildfire was bounding down the riverbank at breakneck speed, ramming the zebra in the flank with a Quick Attack. The equine tumbles off balance. Regaining its footing, the Blitzle quickly lets off a Shock Wave of lightning from its mane before the echidna can get away. Wildfire squeals as he’s fried by electricity, mostly owing to the zebra’s charging tactics. The Blitzle looks to let off another Shock Wave but as its ready to discharge the Pokémon loses sight of its target. Wildfire had let off a plume of Smoke that had Screened his side of the field, sending the lightning bolt off in a complete misfire. Tailing off the round Cyndaquil channels his Extrasensory powers into a multicoloured beam, smacking Blitzle in the muzzle for a solid hit. Whilst you’d managed to gain an early lead, you couldn’t afford to let your guard down. What will you do?

    Crater Lake

    Itzatrap: Eavesdropping in on the conversation you quickly get the impression that the shady man was up to no good, and without a second thought your trainer instincts spur you into action. Fingering a Pokéball on your belt, you gently pitch it a few meters ahead. Cracking open on the ashy terra, the ball releases a hardy Sandile that snaps his strong jaws animatedly – happily in his element in the searing savannah. Judis gets a quick sense of the situation and gnarls menacingly as you approach the felon, plucking up every morsel of courage in your body. Fighting fire with fire, you swear that you’d have no troubles in setting Sandile on him if he didn’t leave the poor farmers alone. This works like a charm as the businessman’s eyes widen spotting a dozen fangs zigzagging down his long snout.

    “Woahoho”, the criminal reaches to the sky, laughing uneasily as he backs away, “There’ll be no need for us to act like Primape. Like I said, without a deed to the land we start drilling at noon and there’s nothing you can do about it...” Judis snaps angrily, the man releasing an uncharacteristic squeal and scrambling a rearward. Looking red with embarrassment, the man tips his fedora and storms away from the ranch – bumping shoulders with you as he does so. Flannery was biting her lip in concentration, neither of you having introduced yourself to the elderly couple. The wife looked furrowed and gentle, a pair of round spectacles slipping halfway down her nose with her grey hair knotted in a tight bun. The husband looked like an aged cowboy, his ten gallon hat shadowing his wrinkled face which branded with several scars. You’d imagined he’d been quite the roughneck in his prime, but with a cane supporting his weight you could only imagine those days were long gone. Whilst the elderly woman was smiling tearfully the male rancher looked as though he was weighing you up sternly.

    “Thank you so much stranger”, the farmer smiles weakly, “I’m Betsy and this is my husband Amos”. Amos shrugs courtly as Betsy grabs your hand with a grubby gardening glove and shakes it warmly. She waits for your reply, Flannery quickly interjecting.

    “I’m Malorie, and this is my friend Bob”, she says elbowing you to play along, “We heard you need a hand on the farm and Bob was hoping you could help with his Squirtle’s broken leg”. The redhead elbows you again, coaxing you into a mousy nod. You gather this mission required you to work incognito, but wish she’d picked a more creative alias. Betsy grins as Amos invites you into the cabin. The interior was decorated with several fur pelts pinned against the walls and floors, one of which you identify as an Electabuzz and another as Arcanine. There were dozens of black and white photos on cabernets depicting cowboys Buffoulant riding and square dancing, some of which you recognised as the ranch owners in their youth. As the couple amble off into the kitchen for fresh lemonade, Flannery tugs you into a quiet huddle.

    “This is perfect”, she whispers, “Under law those felons are free to drill wherever they want if we can’t provide proof of ownership. We can help out on the farm whilst we look for that deed, and then we can put a stop to those criminals once and for all”

    “Bob – Malorie”, Amos announces as you each grab a glass of icy lemonade, “If yer lookin’ for work, the Mareep could sure use shavin’ and a few of the Blitzle are ready for breakin’” Flannery nods enthusiastically, giving you the honours of choosing where to head first. What will you do?

    Cascade Waterfall

    Kaisap: If you had known being at one with nature meant this, you might have ventured to the urban metropolis of Seaside City instead – your heart racing in panic as the gargantuan tire veered into the tree trunk with tremendous force. Bark splintered off in all directions, the branch Kitty was desperately fastened to bending on her weight as she mews in distress. Still not liking your odds of a brawl with the big momma, you try one last time to win her over and show her you have no bad intentions. You frantically wave your arms to grab its attention, plucking a clove of berries from your backpack. It’s only when the eldest of the Phanpy brood joins in trumpeting and stamping its feet that the mother decelerates. The elephant untucks from its Rollout, eyeing you warily and furrowing its trunk to catch a scent of the berries. The Donphan grunts, ramming one of the Phanpy toward you signalling its trust. The calves start pawing at your legs eagerly as you offer out the berries. A feeling of deep relief washes over you, until you realise you’d forgotten someone.

    “Wrowwwww” Kitty cries in despair. The feline had managed to hoist herself onto the branch that she was now hugging for her life. It looked like she was too far up to climb down and needed a helping hand. The Donphan seems to have caught sight of this dilemma and grunts again to catch your attention. She’d lowered her trunk for you to stand on - it looked as though she wanted to crane you up with it. Before you could make a decision, another sound starts racketing from above. Inside a tree hollow a small Hoothoot’s amber eyes flickered on like a pair of flashlights. It hops onto the Skitty’s branch, bags under its eye markings as it clips its beak grouchily. It looked as though the Donphan’s ramming had woken it up, and it was looking for a scrap with Kitty! You quickly have a lot more on your plate than a cat stuck up a tree, but at least this fight was evenly matched. What will you do?
    Last edited by Emp; 30th June 2012 at 1:44 AM. Reason: Grammar

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    Default Whale Island Adventures: Batch 12

    ::Ancient Ruins::

    Arc_Angel: You thoroughly enjoy yourself standing at the border edge of the northern shores and bathing yourself with the warm sunlight while the cool, foamy waves washed over your feet. You had to let this moment last for where you intended to go was deep down into the icee cold ocean depths, looking to further explore the long forgotten and ancient underwater ruins. You decide its time to go, and you look inside your waterproof bag for the proper equipment, making sure no peeping toms were present before stripping and changing into the tight wetsuit. Taking a Dive Ball out, you release the monster within, the Tentacruel emerging into the water and growling as he takes a look at his surroundings. Noticing the way you were dressed, he knew you were going for a swim. How wonderful!

    You swim towards the jelly fish Pokémon before explaining your intentions. You needed a Pokémon that could help you dive deep down where the ruins now rested, and who better for the job than Oblivion himself? Besides, that the ruins hadn't been fully mapped yet reeked of danger, and you needed a strong beast to fend off whatever threats layed ahead. Oblivion seemed all too happy about the idea of literally dragging some unsuspecting creatures into oblivion. This was turning out to be one of those great surprise adventures for him already! Wrapping his tentacles around you a bit too tightly as you held on to him, he then proceeds to Surf at top speed towards the designated spot. It must've been almost an entire mile off shore before you decided to stop. Luckily, no annoying and random Tentacools had popped up along the way to ruin the pleasant conversation you had with your Pokémon, though Oblivion perhaps would've very gladly disposed of them in a split second if they did. You equip yourself with the appropriate goggles and breathing apparatus, and Oblivion takes this as a cue to suddenly Dive underwater, dragging you along in the process. You could only claw unto his jelly flesh tightly as if your life depended on it, wishing for the deceptively calm Tentacruel to eventually behave. His partners were such a bad influence...

    He does seem to slow down the deeper you both got however. It was only necessary lest the sudden pressure increase completely destroyed your lungs. This was going to be a long dive afterall, and the further and further you went, the colder and darker it got. Reaching deep into the bottom, you wondered if you were at the right place as you saw nothing but naked underwater ground. The lost city of Atlantis was reported to be found in remarkably fine conditions - it wouldn't be hard to recognize once found. They just had to be around here somewhere... one would just have to explore further and look for hints that revealed the presence of man-made constructions. Down at the bottom of the ocean, it is hard to figure where to even start without a concrete clue to follow. Following the ocean current might lead someplace useful. Looking for some sort of trail on the ground could also do the trick. Back then, there must've been some sort fo road leading into the city, and perhaps there still is, though you might end up following false trails leading into territory unknown. Asking other resident Pokémon would probably be the smartest thing to do, if Oblivion could in fact be civilized towards them, though your immediate surroundings looked remarkably deserted. Looking off into the distance you see small but bright flickers of light; perhaps a sign of life that you shouldn't overlook.

    What will you do?

    ::Pieli Harbour::

    MarbleZone: Carefully thinking about your next orders, you command your Minccino to make use of hit-and-run tactics, exploiting the most of her overwhelming speed advantage over the slow, living blob of sludge. Being such a technical fighter, Min seemed more than happy with this plan. It was your intention to conserve energy while you gauged the Grimer's strength, which you figured would probably not be much considering its likely low intelligence and limited movepool. This was a serious battle however, and it was better to be safe than sorry, you thought.

    Springing into action, Min practically dances around the Poison-type, dazzling the poor thing with her quick movements as she looked for the perfect opening. The Grimer tries in vain to protect all flanks, and then, in a moment of confusion, it finds itself being Pounded hard accross its slimy face; the chinchilla Pokémon nimbly stepping back in time to avoid a widely slugged hook from her opponent as the Grimer tried to Pound in retaliation. Grimer looks really annoyed now, and it seems to take the offensive, intent on getting up close and personal with the Normal-type as he slowly sled towards her. Min on the other hand looks slightly grossed out as she tries to wipe a bit of the residue slime off her paw; for a Pokémon almost obsessed with being clean and tidy by nature, facing a Grimer was probably the worst of the worst. She still looks motivated for battle however, having only just warmed up.

    Meanwhile, over at the barricade, you notice sludge oozing out from the extremely narrow creavace underneath the metallic door. Whatever this means, it may be that you don't have enough time to be overly careful and methodic.

    What will you do?

    ::Seaside City::

    Charminions: With Apollo in a bit of a bind, you quickly issue your orders in an attempt to turn around the situation. Bubbah roars and pounds his chest euphorically before throwing himself against the downed Combusken with a Body Slam. Apollo wasn't having any of that however, as he thrusts himself upwards with a rapid but strong kick-up, latching unto Bubbah mid-air and rotating sideways, using gravity to his advanatage to faceplant the Vigoroth hard against the matt; the sloth's legs painfully bending over his back upon impact like a scorpion's tail. The crowd was certainly wowed by Apollo's amazing Reversal, and you figured your opponent wouldn't recover from that easily. You're soon proved wrong however, as you see Bubbah get back to his feet just as Apollo did. Unbelievable! What was that thing made of anyways?

    Following up on the offensive, Apollo seeks to bring in some more pain as both of his fists now start bursting with lightning. Quickly stepping in a flash, Apollo hooks a Thunder Punch right into Bubbah's ribcage; the Vigoroth letting out some spit from his mouth as he bends over from the liver blow, right before being slammed overhead with a second electrifying dose of Thunder Punch. It was an attack combination that would be enough to knock out anyone, and indeed the Vigoroth seemed to be falling into unconsciousness; the fight was pretty much already over. Being suddenly staurated with vitality out of nowhere however, Bubbah quickly stretches his arm to get hold of Apollo's face before viciously Scartching across his vulnerable eyes. How dirty! The Fire-type shrieks in pain as his vision is so brutally impaired, and can nary do a thing as Bubbah gets ahold of him, launching Apollo with ridiculous Strength against your very own corner.

    Bubbah's face seems to fade out for just a second as his body is now aware of the damage it has sustained, but he then shakes it off vigorously, slamming the matt with both arms to regain focus before thrusting himself full on towards your cornered companion. He seems to be putting all of his spirit on this attack, and Apollo certainly won't want to be victim of it.

    What will you do?

    ::Rainbow Reef::

    xXKratosAurionXx: Staring straight into the face of danger, you go all in on your instincts and decide to firmly hold your ground against the ferocious predator; a decision which you transmit to your partner as you try to calm her down. You knew that if something went wrong, either of you could come out with life-threathening injuries. Despite your heart bertraying your thoughts, you try your best to look fearless and assertive. You practically hold your breath as the enormous Sharpedo comes within your hand's reach until it suddenly sways off course, now slowly circling around you from up close as it carefully observed you. Surely, a thrilling experience to be so near such an umpredictable monster, and at the same time, quite an enthralling one as you locked eyes with it, both feeding off each other's energy as you engaged in what felt like several eternal seconds of silent conversation. Observing the massive shark, you notice a wide array of scars scattered all over its rough skin. It surely must've held a long life, and if anything, one could be certain it wasn't lacking any in life experiences. And then... it was gone; the Sharpedo finally swimming away and vanishing off into the deep blue as subtly as it had come.

    Had it acknowledged you or did it left because of some other reason? You could only but wonder, but what mattered now was that you were safe from danger... or were you? You just couldn't be given a moments rest as once again it is Brunhilde that warns you of possible danger approaching. Turning to the opposite end from which Sharpedo had left, and looking beyond the rainbow field of coral and into the void of the horizon, you notice the undistinguishable silouette of what could be a very large Pokémon, if not something else altogether. Nothing that you could instantly identify. How mysterious... the question was, would you even want to find out?

    What will you do?

    ::The Black Swan::

    -Hayward-: You sure were astonished by the sudden sight of a lonely wisp bolting momentarily before your eyes. While a part of you felt the nearly unresistible urge to follow after it and investigate, you think better of it and decide to stay in and more carefully explore the cabin instead. You had the feeling that if you left you might forever lose the chance to come back, and missing out on whatever shinies the crew might've hoarded for themselves over the yearts simply wasn't an option for you. You ask your partners to get ahold of themselves and start helping out with the scavenge.

    Ever wary of your surroundings, you carefully inspect the large room in sarch of long forgotten treasure. Dissapointingly, it seemed like pretty much nothing was left behind. Perhaps most was lost at sea when the ship stranded. Perhaps the surviving pirates took the loot themselves before hiding it somewhere on Pirate Isle. Perhaps other treasure hunters had already gotten ahead of you long ago. All theories seemed equally likely and neither was exclusivee to each other, but there just had to be something left of value, right? And then, as if by mystical coincidence, you struck gold; a rotten wooden plank suddenly lifting under your feet as you stepped on it, revealing 3 Golden Dubloons underneath, covered in a thick layer of dust and stained a dark brown with what could'vee been at one time someone else's blood. Your partners too seemed to have found something on their end; Medéo feeling drawn to a Crystal Eye of sorts, which gave you the impression that it stared straight into your soul, whereas Hynéo on the other hand picked up a strange scent coming from an out-of-place Black Feather, likely belonging to a rather large bird. The feather itself looked like it had fallen recently, and yet, one couldn't help shaking the feeling that it had been there for a long, long time. All in all, the collected items didn't seem all that valuable, save perhaps for the dubloons, but perhaps they might be of use somehow.

    As you reflect on the fruits of your endeavor, the atmosphere around you now turns even heavier as you could almost feel the entire ship "breathe"; all walls expanding and contracting while strong gusts of wind blew in and out; the resulting sound resembling the deep, guttural growl of a diabolic beast. You hear a booming noise coming from the opposite far end of the ship, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps, at first coming at decently paced intervals but then exponentially accelerating more and more as they closed in on you. It sounds like danger is fast approaching, and though your Pokémon were certainly strong and nearly at the peak of their abilities, perhaps a valiant escape now was in order.

    What will you do?

    ::Crater Lake::

    jolteonjak: Listening to Cyndaquil's explanation, and looking at the Wooper's puppy-dog antics, you decide to gladly take him with you. Who could resist such an adorable Pokémon! And besides, it had proven its worth in battle too. As you respond to the Woopeer, it seems to tilt its head inquisitively, but after reading off your dictionary once again, it seemed overjoyed as he approached the Pokéball you held out for him. The Level 5, Male Wooper waves goodbye to his friend before tapping the Pokéball, which instantly swallows the mud fish in a burst of light and snaps shut without as much of a struggle. The other Wooper smiles bittersweetly before running off back to the lake. He seemed happy for his friend, though he was sure gonna miss him. Perhaps you would see him again during your stay in the volcano. For now, your Pokémon seemed tired and weary, and perhaps it would be best to go back for a rest. You're all startled however, as you listen to a sudden and thunderous roar coming far off into the lake. Whatever it was, it sounded very ominous... perhaps going fishing tomorrow wasn't the best of ideas.

    What will you do?

    ::Wet'n'Wild Recreation Park::

    Mon1010: Finding yourself forced into a battlee you didn't want to take part of by none other than your own Pokémon, you quickly issue orders, hoping to incapacitate your opponent before he could do any real damage to the property. The Timburr seems to take the initiative however, leaping towards the floating Munna before swinging his wooden plank, smacking her hard accross the face with a Pound. Though it certainly smarted, Shaana puts on a tough face and instead Yawns in return, looking unimpressed, and in the process, somehow making Timburr feel very, very drowzee. In an attempt to shake off his sleep, Timburr tries to Focus his Energy, increasing his concentration as he pumps himself up before once again Pounding Shaana, this time sending her flying into one of the nearby desks and forcing an entire family to get on on their feet as she sprawled all over their hamburgers. A small girl started crying unconsolably as a glass of soda was spilled all over her. Shaana wasn't just going to leave it at that however, and returns fire with a powerful Psybeam, nailing the fighting type where it hurts most and causing him to stagger back from the attack. You can see him growing weary and tired as the yawn kicks in, and he might just fall asleep at any second now, much to Tony's annoyance.

    What will you do?
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    Son of Shadows: All the colour washes away from your face as you make out the Team Aqua insignia scrawled across the glass tunnel. Their vandalism was becoming far more reckless and quickly escalating into terrorism - a small radio device flickering steadily sending the nearby fauna wild. It’s difficult to think with Billy wailing at the top of his voice, but you manage to hatch a plan to short out the device which you shrewdly link to the gam of Sharpedo’s ballistic behaviour. Wrestling to your Pokéballs past the metal barrier, you manage to finger one of them and hurl it off the coaster. With a crack the sphere cracks open, a muddy flatfish bounding into the air and flopping onto the side platform. Not long ago the Stunfisk had been your sworn enemy, but under your ranks he’d immediately tamed, chirping as you volley instructions. The low thud of Sharpedo hitting the windscreen was getting steadily louder, a few of the sharks using Take Down to form large cracks in the fortified glass. Livewire springs into action as Static electricity crackles up his body, some flying off toward the radio. The sparks pulse through the device for a few seconds... Suddenly! The radio starts beeping erratically, its frequency now audible as a sharp noise starts ringing in your ears.

    You instinctively clap them, oblivious to the fact the Sharpedo were now going bezerk. One of the sharks bullets forward like a torpedo, its Skull capped with white energy as it Bashes into the tunnel. With a thunderous chink pressurised water starts pumping into the tunnel, the kid in the Pikachu costume screaming at the top of his lungs as one of the Sharpedo lands in a shallow pool of water which was steadily rising toward your feet. The shark snarls as it circles the coaster, snapping its jaws feverishly. The first thing it spots in its beady black eyes is Livewire, a Pokémon it’d love to prey on in the wild... If ever there was a silver lining it was that the radio was smoking with its circuits fried, courtesy of the sprays of water coming from the fissure in the wall. The Sharpedo looks less agitated now, but its killer instincts are enough to spur it into a hunt, and with the level of water rising it looked like you had more than one problem on your hands. What will you do?


    This... This was a joke, right? Joshua could swear he'd suddenly been dropped into a Final Destination movie. How could he possibly escape death here? For God's sake, he wasn't Batman, he wasn't exactly ludicrously prepared with the perfect gadget to escape the situation that lay before him?

    The horrible situation was divided into three parts:

    1) The Sharpedo had broken the glass casing, and water was now gushing into the tunnel, with the patrons of the coaster still trapped on it.

    2) One Sharpedo had followed the water, and was currently salivating over Livewire.

    3) The constant, yet justified screaming of the other patrons. Because that was totally going to help. The radio's screech as the water cut it out hadn't helped matters, but at least it had stopped the Sharpedo's bloodlust. Most of it. Joshua's plan had backfired horribly, Static had supercharged the radio temporarily.

    He was pinned in, but managed to quickly recall Livewire before the Sharpedo could act. The Reaper was closing in fast, and panic was setting in. However, though he wasn't thinking of it, there was one chance. Adrenaline had built up in his body both from the ride and the danger, and with nowhere to escape, it was coursing through him, giving the chance for flight or fight. In this case, fight - against the bar. He was already pushing against it, and with the extra shot of adrenaline, he should be able to push it enough to slip free, and then the hole in the tube could offer an escape route. But what of the passengers? Well, he'd have to hope for the best for the rest of them, but he could at least offer Billy a ride with Aegis... That was, if he somehow managed to wriggle free.
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    ::Crater Lake::

    jolteonjak: Listening to Cyndaquil's explanation, and looking at the Wooper's puppy-dog antics, you decide to gladly take him with you. Who could resist such an adorable Pokémon! And besides, it had proven its worth in battle too. As you respond to the Woopeer, it seems to tilt its head inquisitively, but after reading off your dictionary once again, it seemed overjoyed as he approached the Pokéball you held out for him. The Level 5, Male Wooper waves goodbye to his friend before tapping the Pokéball, which instantly swallows the mud fish in a burst of light and snaps shut without as much of a struggle. The other Wooper smiles bittersweetly before running off back to the lake. He seemed happy for his friend, though he was sure gonna miss him. Perhaps you would see him again during your stay in the volcano. For now, your Pokémon seemed tired and weary, and perhaps it would be best to go back for a rest. You're all startled however, as you listen to a sudden and thunderous roar coming far off into the lake. Whatever it was, it sounded very ominous... perhaps going fishing tomorrow wasn't the best of ideas.

    What will you do?

    After hearing Chad's offer to accompany him in two languages, the Wooper understood his intent. He waved goodbye to his friend, and he touched the capture mechanism on the Pokeball Chad held out. The ball opened and engulfed Wooper in its light, and it absorbed the light. The Pokeball indicator flashed briefly before alerting Chad to the successful capture of the Wooper. Seeing this the second Wooper went back to the lake, a little saddened by the loss of its buddy.

    "Aww Wooper, you're a good friend," Chad tried to console the Wooper. "Don't you worry. I'll take care of him." He had hoped this would make the Water Fish feel better. Chad suddenly remembered his Spanish guide. "Usted es un buen amigo. No se preocupe. Voy a tener mucho cuidado de él. Voy a ir mańana de pesca. żPor qué no vienes aquí? Puedes verlo a continuación."

    Chad looked at Cyndaquil and Heracross, who were both happy for the addition to their family. "You two look tired," Chad began. "Why don't we return to the lodge to rest up? I bet dinner is almost -"

    Chad was abruptly cut off by the loud rumbling sound of thunder but from the lake? Whatever the sound was, Cyndaquil ran over to Chad feeling a little nervous. Heracross assumed his best fighting stance, despite being tired from the battle. "Um, what was that? I hope the volcano isn't becoming active again. Maybe the elder at the lodge will know what that is. Ok you two, let's go."



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    Myahoo: Looking to cover ground much faster than on foot, Volkner escorts you to the zeal of Blitzle that’d been drinking from the now waning river. One of them breaks off from the crowd as the gym leader gazes on intently – it was time to pull out all the stops to gain both of their respect. Wildfire shares your enthusiasm, spouting off a burst of flames as he hops off your shoulder and onto the battlefield. Stringing a set of orders together you watch anxiously as the match gets underway. The Blitzle bows as it neighs aggressively, sparks flying up and down its body and Charging in lighning-bolt mane. Its aggression quickly subsides however as its opponent disappears from view! Wildfire was bounding down the riverbank at breakneck speed, ramming the zebra in the flank with a Quick Attack. The equine tumbles off balance. Regaining its footing, the Blitzle quickly lets off a Shock Wave of lightning from its mane before the echidna can get away. Wildfire squeals as he’s fried by electricity, mostly owing to the zebra’s charging tactics. The Blitzle looks to let off another Shock Wave but as its ready to discharge the Pokémon loses sight of its target. Wildfire had let off a plume of Smoke that had Screened his side of the field, sending the lightning bolt off in a complete misfire. Tailing off the round Cyndaquil channels his Extrasensory powers into a multicoloured beam, smacking Blitzle in the muzzle for a solid hit. Whilst you’d managed to gain an early lead, you couldn’t afford to let your guard down. What will you do?
    The teen watched anxiously, as the fight began, inwardly cheering at getting the first hit in. She tensed as she caught Wildfire’s squeal and sighed in relief when he got the Smokescreen off quick enough to avoid another Shock Wave. As he fired off the Extrasensory, Melissa started planning their next moves. Alright, it’s Smokescreened for now, but it’s still got its Electric attacks, so we don’t want to physically touch it, if possible, she thought as she cast her eyes over the situation. Ranged, it is.

    “Let’s turn up the heat, Wildfire,” she called out. “Use Ember at its feet, followed by another Smokescreen. Then Flame Burst its flank.” Orders given, she then muttered to herself in thought, “Let’s see if we can’t knock it over.”

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    Trainer Andy and Dark Searchman: With the fishing trip having been a great success, you both decide to sit out the last half hour, legs dangling off of the side of the ferry as you make idle conversation about your catches. This also gives Hyrem a chance to wrap his foot in a swathe of bandages courtesy of the boat’s medikit – the punctures in his toes making a speedy recovery. There’s still a lot of hustle and bustle on the other side of the deck as a half a dozen trainers try squeezing in some last minute catches. A Magikarp over-hauled by a youngster lands on Andy’s head, flopping helplessly as Hyrem bowls over in laughter. Time seems to fly by as you each watch proudly over the buckets, sparks flying within Chinchou’s pail whilst Gorebyss twirls continuously with a sense of claustrophobia. At long last a sharp WHOOT from Captain Briney’s whistle signals the end of the contest, a few kids now desperately struggling to get their fish into the buckets by hand. Several minutes pass as everyone crowds around the front of the deck, Briney measuring the catches one by one with a keen eye – it seemed like one look was all it took for him to gauge its strength and rarity. He occasionally whispers to Slowpoke, who nods or shakes his head subtly. You feel like the suspense would kill you, until the captain finally announces the results of the amateur fishing contest.

    “So without further ado, I present to you in third place – Hyrem and his Chinchou” the young sailor picks up the Pokémon by one of its anglers, prodding its bulb curiously only to receive a mild electric shock. Slowpoke laughs dimly. “This particular specimen of Chinchou weights in at a length of 0.5 meters, about average for its species. Its habitat is in the deep sea trenches where it’s fairly common. In spite of that, it’s a cool find and would make a shocking addition to any trainer’s team! Hyrem wins a Blue Shard for coming in third place!” Briney grins as he tosses it back into the bucket, prodding his index finger where he’d just been electrocuted. There's a mild spell of clapping as Briney dunks the fish back in its tank.

    “Our runner up today in second place – Andy and his Gorebyss” the sailor has more trouble snagging hold of the snipe eel’s shell-tail as he hoists it out of its bucket, standing on his tiptoes in order to show it at full height. There are oohs and aahs resonating through the crowd of tourists as the Gorebyss bats its eyes elegantly. “It pains me not to give this beautiful creature first place. This specimen is a whopping 1.6 meters in length, albeit smaller than your average Gorebyss. It’s a much rarer inhabitant of the deep sea trenches. Andy wins a Heart Scale for coming in second place!” The crowd applauds much louder as Briney lowers it back into the pail in which it instantly starts circling within, his eyes now fixated on the final bucket with a glint of excitement.

    “And now for our winner, a veteran of the fishing circuit – Mary Sue and her Feebas” a few of the trainers frown in confusion as water runs off the ugly bass’s muddy scales as it attempts to feebly flounder back into its bucket. “Don’t let your eyes deceive you, this Feebas is the rarest fish you’ll find in these waters. Standing at 1 meter tall it’s exceptionally large for its species. Mary Sue wins a Water Stone for coming first place!” The beachgoers now break into rapturous cheering as Briney releases the final fish. You can’t help but join in on the applause, being first and second runner up was nothing to be ashamed of and you’d had a lot of fun.

    “Now if I could get you to release you catches back into the ocean, we’ll be moving onto our Scuba expedition of Rainbow Reef!” The crowd scatters across the deck as you turn back to your buckets. Andy has some trouble getting a grip of the slippery snipe eel, but with a firm grasp of its tail-lure, he chucks it off the side of the boat. The pink fish flutters its eyelashes as if to say thanks for letting it go before rapidly plummeting down the ocean and out of sight. Hyrem has other plans as he seizes the Chinchou by its anglers, a look of bewilderment in its plus-eyes. Prodding it with a Pokéball, the trainer punches the salty air with a woop as the angler fish puts up no fight Congratulations! Level Seven Chinchou was caught! With a new Pokémon joining your ranks you quickly don the jet black scuba gear, complete with flippers, a snorkelling mask and a heavy oxygen tank. Briney fixes himself at the hem of the boat were there was a small waterslide. “Okay trainers, you’ll need to partner up before we start, and you’ll also need to be accompanied by a Water Pokémon. Got it?” Briney then fixes his snorkel over his mouth, nosediving into the sea and signalling you to follow his lead. What will you do?

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    Since Hyrem and Andy were satisfied with their catches, they sat on the edge of the boat making small talk, healing Hyrem's foot injury, and watching the rest of the competition unfold. One of the anglers still trying to catch a Pokemon overhauled his fish, and it landed on Andy's head, flopping all over the place. Hyrem could only laugh as his Pokedex auto-registered the red fish:

    Magikarp, the Fish Pokemon. They are said to be the weakest Pokemon in the world, yet they can withstand bodies of water contaminated with heavy amounts of pollution. Most Magikarp use Splash to jump as high as seven feet in the air, but older specimens have been rumored to jump over entire mountains with Splash.

    Daphne was even worse than Hyrem as she thought it absolutely hilarious, while Sera simply giggled.

    As the trainers watch over the buckets holding their prize Pokemon, Hyrem notices Chinchou sparkling with electricity inside his pail. "Looks like you're getting your strength back, that's good!" Meanwhile, the Gorebyss in Andy's pail swims its entire body in circles, and he could see it wanted to get out of the bucket as soon as it could. "That really is a great fish, but supposed to be pretty dangerous too. The Pokedex said they drain all the blood and fluids from their prey... Don't get too close to it, guys!" he warned his Pokemon. "'Specially you, Daphne!" he added as Daphne stood up to approach Andy's bucket.

    "Nuz..." she groaned as she reluctantly sat back down. Hyrem was glad his little Seedot evolved, but now that she was a Nuzleaf, he knew she'd be able to get herself into even more trouble than before. He and Sera would have to keep a closer eye on her from now on...

    WHOOT!

    That, my angler readers, was Capt. Briney's whistle signaling the contest was over as some trainers rushed to stuff their Pokemon into their buckets. After a few minutes, Hyrem, Andy, and all the other anglers were at the front of the deck where Capt. Briney and his Slowpoke judged each catch carefully, although it would usually only take one glance for them. Hyrem was on... well, one of his feet was on his tiptoes as the other foot was still in a little pain even though the cuts from the teeth marks had healed by then, leaving a few scars. Anyway, he was getting pretty excited and couldn't wait to hear the results. And then, the results came!

    “So without further ado, I present to you in third place – Hyrem and his Chinchou” Hyrem pumped his fist into the air. Third place! He knew he caught something good when he reeled it in! As Briney picks up the Chinchou by one of its anglers, he must've been curious about the bulbs because he touched it and, as a result, got a little zap on his index finger. Hyrem sweatdropped at the captain's actions. I probably wouldn't have done that, he thought to himself. As Briney's Slowpoke gives an unenthusiastic laugh, he looked none the worse for the wear as he continued, “This particular specimen of Chinchou weights in at a length of 0.5 meters, about average for its species. Its habitat is in the deep sea trenches where it’s fairly common. In spite of that, it’s a cool find and would make a shocking addition to any trainer’s team! Hyrem wins a Blue Shard for coming in third place!” Briney then tosses it back into the bucket, looking at his finger to try and soothe it from the shock he got as a small amount of applause was given by the crowd.

    “Our runner up today in second place – Andy and his Gorebyss” The Snipe Eel's body was pretty slippery as Briney had to hold it by the shell-shaped tail in order to hold it at all, and he had to stand on his tiptoes so he could show the entire fish outside of the bucket. Everyone was certainly impressed by the looks of such a beautiful fish, and Gorebyss appeared to turn on the charm by the way it winked at everyone. “It pains me not to give this beautiful creature first place. This specimen is a whopping 1.6 meters in length, albeit smaller than your average Gorebyss. It’s a much rarer inhabitant of the deep sea trenches. Andy wins a Heart Scale for coming in second place!” More applause was given for the Gorebyss while it was lowered back into the pail. Hyrem knew Andy's Gorebyss catch would be an even better one than his Chinchou, and he must've certainly been proud of himself for bucketing such a rare find.

    “And now for our winner, a veteran of the fishing circuit – Mary Sue and her Feebas” Briney then pulls out an ugly looking fish, similar to what the Magikarp from earlier looked like. Hyrem knew the two fish were completely different, though, so he looked it up on the Pokedex to figure out more:

    Feebas, the Fish Pokemon. A distant cousin of Magikarp, this Pokemon is largely ignored by trainers due to its ugly appearance. Just like Magikarp, it can live in most environments, even polluted waters or areas with little water. However, they are much rarer than Magikarp which is another reason few trainers raise them.

    The crowd appeared confused by the raising of the ugly fish, but Hyrem knew better. Feebas supposedly evolved into a Pokemon called Milotic, whose beauty among Water Pokemon is said to be unrivaled, even by Gorebyss. “Don’t let your eyes deceive you, this Feebas is the rarest fish you’ll find in these waters. Standing at 1 meter tall it’s exceptionally large for its species. Mary Sue wins a Water Stone for coming first place!” Huge applause and cheering erupted from the crowd; even though the Feebas may not have necessarily been a Pokemon to celebrate about--although it certainly deserved that status--the prize was, at least. Hyrem joins in on the cheering as he celebrates his win, Andy's win, and Mary Sue's win. Not only did he have a lot of fun--despite getting bitten by a Basculin--he got into the Top 3, and that was certainly an achievement considering the number of participants.

    “Now if I could get you to release your catches back into the ocean, we’ll be moving onto our Scuba expedition of Rainbow Reef!” Briney calls out. Andy is first to hold his catch- er, well, try to, at least, but he finally gets it by the tail, and Hyrem watches and waves farewell to it as it is thrown back into Rainbow Reef and winks at Andy before its slender body quickly sinks back into the depths of the trenches, no doubt wanting to hunt again after its experience.

    And now it was Hyrem's turn, but he liked his catch so much, he wasn't willing to let it go that easily. He grabs Chinchou by its anglers and says, "Hey, Chinchou."

    "Chou?" she asks, her plus-eyes looking bewildered.

    "I want to ask you something, and if you say no, I'll be happy to release you, but... do you want to come with us?" Both Sera and Daphne call out to the Angler Pokemon, extending the same invitation.

    "Chou! Chin chin chou!" she says happily as she accepts Hyrem as her trainer.

    "All right then! Welcome to the team... Delilah!" he responds as he touches the Water/Electric Pokemon with his Pokeball. She offers no resistance as the Pokeball absorbs her into its mechanical shell, closes, and pings in a matter of seconds. He holds the Pokeball up in the classic anime pose and shouts, "Whoohoo! I just caught... a Chinchou!" Sera and Daphne join in the celebration with excitement for a new friend.

    But this cruise wasn't over by a long shot. Now the trainers were getting ready for a scuba adventure in Rainbow Reef. Neither Sera nor Daphne were going to be compatible for this so he had to call them back. "All right you guys, I'll be going scuba diving! You'll be better off in your Pokeballs... I'm going to use our new friend for this one!" They both express their worry, with Sera using her usual purple color, but this time using two vertical ellipses to signal a Chinchou's lights. "I know you're worried, but we'll be fine! Sera, you first, return!" She goes back into her Pokeball as instructed, then Hyrem turns to Daphne and puts a hand on her shoulder. "I want to tell you something, Daphne," he whispered. "I'm proud of you for handling those Pokemon all by yourself. Sera wanted to join your battle with Basculin because she didn't trust you could handle it even when you evolved, but you did great. I'm proud to be your trainer... even if you get yourself into trouble sometimes!" he finished with a wink.

    Daphne's face brightens up from hearing all of his complements. "Leeeeaf! Nuz nuzleaf!" she says with a big grin.

    "I thought you'd like to know that!" Hyrem chuckled. "All right, in you go!" Still grinning, Daphne disappears back inside her Pokeball as well. Hyrem then puts on all of his scuba gear and finishes just as Capt. Briney situates himself at a waterslide on the hem of the boat. “Okay trainers, you’ll need to partner up before we start, and you’ll also need to be accompanied by a Water Pokémon. Got it?” As Briney sets his snorkel over his mouth and slides into the reef, there was no doubt in Hyrem's mind who would be his Water Pokemon and who would be his partner. "Okay, Delilah, come back out!" Delilah's Pokeball bursts open with the Chinchou landing on the surface of the water, close to where the slide met the sea.

    "Chinchou!" she says softly.

    "All right, I know you were just getting comfy in your new home, but I need you since you're the only Water Pokemon I have right now! So, you ready for your first adventure with me?"

    "Chou chinchou!" she replies, her antennae shining brightly and crackling with electricity in excitement.

    Hyrem just had to smile at her bright face. "Okay, I'll be with you in a sec!" He looks over to where Andy was. He was finished putting on his scuba gear as well, so Hyrem walked over to him and asked, "Hey, Andy, thinking about using your Corphish for this? I'm using my new Chinchou, so it'll be cool that we're using Pokemon we just caught here! So, wanna be diving buddies?" After Andy's answer {which is probably yes, but I know better than to godmod it}, Hyrem and Andy both took their turns sliding down the waterslide {unless Andy chooses to do something else instead, but again, I'm assuming he's coming with me} where Delilah was waiting, and they followed Capt. Briney into the diverse waters of Rainbow Reef where, especially with a scuba expedition, anything can happen.


    Claim: 1 Blue Shard

    Zone Capture!! A Lv. 7 Female Chinchou joins Hyrem's party!
    Achievement Unlocked: Beginner Catcher (Perform at least one zone capture in Fizzy Bubbles)
    Egg House Unlocked!! Hyrem is now allowed to hatch eggs!

    {Thank you for the new Pokemon, Emp! I'll take good care of it! I ain't never tradin' it fer nuthin'! Okay, I'm done with the smileys now. Also, the "achievement" I gave myself is just to signify having... well, achieved something, and it has no real gameplay value other than making bragging rights tangible since Nintendo, and in effect Pokemon, has no achievement system like Xbox, PS, or Steam does. Is cool!}

    My claimed Pokemon is...Seviper!

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    Trainer Andy and Dark Searchman: With the fishing trip having been a great success, you both decide to sit out the last half hour, legs dangling off of the side of the ferry as you make idle conversation about your catches. This also gives Hyrem a chance to wrap his foot in a swathe of bandages courtesy of the boat’s medikit – the punctures in his toes making a speedy recovery. There’s still a lot of hustle and bustle on the other side of the deck as a half a dozen trainers try squeezing in some last minute catches. A Magikarp over-hauled by a youngster lands on Andy’s head, flopping helplessly as Hyrem bowls over in laughter. Time seems to fly by as you each watch proudly over the buckets, sparks flying within Chinchou’s pail whilst Gorebyss twirls continuously with a sense of claustrophobia. At long last a sharp WHOOT from Captain Briney’s whistle signals the end of the contest, a few kids now desperately struggling to get their fish into the buckets by hand. Several minutes pass as everyone crowds around the front of the deck, Briney measuring the catches one by one with a keen eye – it seemed like one look was all it took for him to gauge its strength and rarity. He occasionally whispers to Slowpoke, who nods or shakes his head subtly. You feel like the suspense would kill you, until the captain finally announces the results of the amateur fishing contest.

    “So without further ado, I present to you in third place – Hyrem and his Chinchou” the young sailor picks up the Pokémon by one of its anglers, prodding its bulb curiously only to receive a mild electric shock. Slowpoke laughs dimly. “This particular specimen of Chinchou weights in at a length of 0.5 meters, about average for its species. Its habitat is in the deep sea trenches where it’s fairly common. In spite of that, it’s a cool find and would make a shocking addition to any trainer’s team! Hyrem wins a Blue Shard for coming in third place!” Briney grins as he tosses it back into the bucket, prodding his index finger where he’d just been electrocuted. There's a mild spell of clapping as Briney dunks the fish back in its tank.

    “Our runner up today in second place – Andy and his Gorebyss” the sailor has more trouble snagging hold of the snipe eel’s shell-tail as he hoists it out of its bucket, standing on his tiptoes in order to show it at full height. There are oohs and aahs resonating through the crowd of tourists as the Gorebyss bats its eyes elegantly. “It pains me not to give this beautiful creature first place. This specimen is a whopping 1.6 meters in length, albeit smaller than your average Gorebyss. It’s a much rarer inhabitant of the deep sea trenches. Andy wins a Heart Scale for coming in second place!” The crowd applauds much louder as Briney lowers it back into the pail in which it instantly starts circling within, his eyes now fixated on the final bucket with a glint of excitement.

    “And now for our winner, a veteran of the fishing circuit – Mary Sue and her Feebas” a few of the trainers frown in confusion as water runs off the ugly bass’s muddy scales as it attempts to feebly flounder back into its bucket. “Don’t let your eyes deceive you, this Feebas is the rarest fish you’ll find in these waters. Standing at 1 meter tall it’s exceptionally large for its species. Mary Sue wins a Water Stone for coming first place!” The beachgoers now break into rapturous cheering as Briney releases the final fish. You can’t help but join in on the applause, being first and second runner up was nothing to be ashamed of and you’d had a lot of fun.

    “Now if I could get you to release you catches back into the ocean, we’ll be moving onto our Scuba expedition of Rainbow Reef!” The crowd scatters across the deck as you turn back to your buckets. Andy has some trouble getting a grip of the slippery snipe eel, but with a firm grasp of its tail-lure, he chucks it off the side of the boat. The pink fish flutters its eyelashes as if to say thanks for letting it go before rapidly plummeting down the ocean and out of sight. Hyrem has other plans as he seizes the Chinchou by its anglers, a look of bewilderment in its plus-eyes. Prodding it with a Pokéball, the trainer punches the salty air with a woop as the angler fish puts up no fight Congratulations! Level Seven Chinchou was caught! With a new Pokémon joining your ranks you quickly don the jet black scuba gear, complete with flippers, a snorkelling mask and a heavy oxygen tank. Briney fixes himself at the hem of the boat were there was a small waterslide. “Okay trainers, you’ll need to partner up before we start, and you’ll also need to be accompanied by a Water Pokémon. Got it?” Briney then fixes his snorkel over his mouth, nosediving into the sea and signalling you to follow his lead. What will you do?


    Pocketing his prize and wiping the wet fish smell from his hands (and head, thanks to a rather clumsy angler) off on his trousers Andy turned to Hyrem and gave a small smile, watching his interactions with his Pokemon.

    "Oh well, neither of us won, but at least I get this nifty Heart Scale and you get a new Pokemon." He tried to make his applause for the winner sound as genuine and enthusiastic as possible, although his competative side gave a small pang of jealousy.

    As the applause died down, Captain Briney turned and addressed the group again. As scuba gear was handed out, Andy listened intently as the Captain explained the next activity and gave a small demonstration of how to put on all the gear.

    "Okay trainers, you’ll need to partner up before we start, and you’ll also need to be accompanied by a Water Pokémon. Got it?” With that, the Captain launched himself into the water, splashing under the waves gracefully, as if that was were he naturally belonged.

    As Andy stood watching on the deck, he felt his heart sink like a stone. A Water Pokemon. That meant...

    "This could go badly..." Andy said apprehensively, imagining the pipe to his oxygen tank being severed by a small red pincer, leaving him to sink to his watery grave.
    "Then again, he could have calmed down by now." He said, almost managing to convince himself in his hopefulness.

    Buying himself a little time before actually finding out, Andy took as much time as was acceptable to change into his scuba suit. He made the oxygen tank seem heavier than it was as an excuse to go a little slower. Once he was all set he finally grabbed the dreaded Pokeball, holding it at arms length, as if the ball itself was going to attack him.

    "Here goes nothing..."

    Pressing the small button in the centre the Pokeball popped open, emitting a beam of light that slowly formed the shape of Kray, Andy's short tempered Corphish. Kray stared at his Trainer for a moment, pincers slowly opening and then closing with an audible snap. Andy stared back, his stance defensive in case of a sudden lunge. Finally the red crustacean gave a snort of indifference and relaxed, obviously deciding that the fact that he had his Trainer so on edge made up for their earlier altercations.
    Andy breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down in front of Kray.

    "Listen, I know we didn't get off to the best start, but i'd like us to start working together now," Andy tried giving a small, reassuring smile, that Kray made no attempt to return, "Think of this as a bonding exercise, and hopefully we'll come out the other end of this a little closer. What do you say?"

    Kray seemed to consider his Trainer's words for a moment, before scuttling forward and beckoning Andy to bring himself in closer. Andy saw this as a good sign and leaned in, only to find himself with a faceful of Bubbles and the sound of Kray clicking laughter in his ears.

    "Feel better for that?" Andy said, with a thinly concealed grumble, "Does that make us even now?" Kray nodded with mischievous glee as he moved to Andy side and they both made their way towards the edge of the deck.
    Fixing his mask and snorkel in place, Andy stared into the water. A mixture of excitement and a little fear swirling inside him as he took a deep breath and threw himself into the sea.
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    ::Ampere Beach::

    Emp: You couldn't believe what you just heard as Robbie issued his first order, and as you looked at him you wondered wether he had gone insane or if this was some sort of secret weapon -maybe both. You quickly instruct Guppy to Bounce over the attack, and he immediately responds, leaping high into the air like seldomly a Magikarp ever does, much to the amazement of the other beachgoers. Snookie wasn't having any of it however, as she taps into the draconic heritage hidden deep within the ancestral memory of her genes, summoning forth a twister with her Dragon Rage. Many jaws dropped to the ground in awe as Guppy found himself being swallowed and tossed around within the small but furious vortex before being launched back into the water.

    "Yes! Yes! Yes! Did you just see that?! I told ya my 'karp was the real deal!" Robbie celebrated, feeling like he had won already. Guppy still had a lot of fight left though, and a surprising amount of heart as he quickly readied himself to keep up the offensive. With both fish staring at each other for a fraction of a second, Guppy quickly rushes forward to meet his opponent head on, an action which Snookie too mimics like a mirror. Both carps lunge out of the water, clashing mid-air with a simultaneous Tackle before being likewise pushed back from the impact and against the water's surface.

    "The hell ya doin'?!" Robbie exclaimed. "Dragon Rage is all ya need to do! Dragon Rage, now!" He roared the command to his Pokémon, and Snookie looks ready to let it rip once again, much to your dismay. Energy starts building up again within the deceptively weak-looking fish, and then... absolutely nothing; the Magikarp looking very confused as she wondered what just happened right before being bashed in the face by another of Guppy's Tackles.

    "What?! Whaaaaat?! B-but, we practiced!" Robbie complained already throwing a small tantrum like a frustrated child. It would seem they didn't practice quite hard enough. It was said that once upon a time Magikarp were considerably stronger than their feeble modern counterparts, but that isn't the case anymore and there's a reason they're known for being the weakest of the weak. Perhaps this isn't going to be such a one-sided battle, but that one attack still hurt, and Guppy was now looking slightly worse than his opponent. Misfire or not, it was an attack to be wary of, and who knows what other secret weapon she had in store for you.

    What will you do?
    “We’ve got this in the bag”, Wes muffled to the yellow hoodlum dangling by the locks of his hair. He couldn’t keep his face straight any longer, Robbie had either lost his mind or was incredibly stupid. Both seemed likely scenarios as the female koi bobbed idly on the shallow waters, its pectoral fins splashing feebly against the white surf. With orders volleyed Wes watched on eagerly as Guppy’s tailfin flopped the surface of the water with a loud clap, sending him Bouncing skyward clearing the height of a full-grown Onix. ‘That’s a new record’, the kid mused – his concentration far from the battle now as the golden karp summersaulted feebly through the air. His daydream was quickly cut short as Sitch tugged on the tassels his shaggy hair, signalling forward frantically. Wes rubbed his eyes in disbelief as the enemy karp’s eyes glazed over with Draconic energy, whipping up an immense, Rage-infused twister. With Guppy still in midair he was left a sitting duck - the twister pulled him in and tossed him round along with a heap of maritime debris. Wes cursed wildly for forgetting that Dragon Rage worked differently in a body of water, before quickly realising he’d never expected the attack to work in the first place.

    "Yes! Yes! Yes! Did you just see that?! I told ya my 'karp was the real deal!" the body builder jeered with a cocky grin. He’d already written off the shiny Magikarp as any real threat, but Wes knew that Guppy wouldn’t give up without a fight. They both shared a stubborn enthusiasm to put this pinhead in his place, the koi springing back on the offense and Wes crossing his fingers. As the fish veered forward Snooki mimicked, the two meeting at the centre of the battlefield. Wes got the feeling this would look far more epic if they’d chosen different Pokémon, the cod rather comically bumping heads in a Tackle before splashing back into the sea. Wes noticed Robbie scold his Karp for breaking his orders, yelling for it to stick to Dragon Rage much to Wes’s unease. The twister had done a lot more damage to Guppy than anything he’d doled out.

    Snooki was back on the prowl after a telling off, sending beads of sweat trickling down the kid’s forehead – although the blazing hot weather had some contribution. Energy starts to build up around the female koi as her eyes flicker purple until... Nothing happened. Nothing happened! Wes knew the attack had to be a stroke of luck and was determined to believe he still owned the strongest Magikarp on the block. Punching his fist in the air he let out an encouraging woot as Guppy slammed his opponent with another Tackle - Scraggy joining in by pulling down one of his eyelids as a means of taunting the ripped beachgoer.

    “Looks like you shouldn’t count us out just yet!” Wes announced, Robbie now splashing about in a fit of temper. This put the trainer in high spirits, it looked as though the karp didn’t have enough juice for a constant barrage of draconic beatdown. Their uphill struggle seemed less backbreaking now with the battle anyone’s game. Wes wasn’t going to give the foe another chance at a surprise attack like that with Guppy’s scales already more grazed than Snookie’s. Wes furrowed his brow in concentration, his options fairly scarse until he could find out more about the opponent. “Don’t stop now Guppy! Keep on the offense with a pair of Tackles. If she manages to pull off another Dragon Rage, I want you to Flail out of it instead, got it? Then finish with another Flail

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    Crater Lake

    Itzatrap: Eavesdropping in on the conversation you quickly get the impression that the shady man was up to no good, and without a second thought your trainer instincts spur you into action. Fingering a Pokéball on your belt, you gently pitch it a few meters ahead. Cracking open on the ashy terra, the ball releases a hardy Sandile that snaps his strong jaws animatedly – happily in his element in the searing savannah. Judis gets a quick sense of the situation and gnarls menacingly as you approach the felon, plucking up every morsel of courage in your body. Fighting fire with fire, you swear that you’d have no troubles in setting Sandile on him if he didn’t leave the poor farmers alone. This works like a charm as the businessman’s eyes widen spotting a dozen fangs zigzagging down his long snout.

    “Woahoho”, the criminal reaches to the sky, laughing uneasily as he backs away, “There’ll be no need for us to act like Primape. Like I said, without a deed to the land we start drilling at noon and there’s nothing you can do about it...” Judis snaps angrily, the man releasing an uncharacteristic squeal and scrambling a rearward. Looking red with embarrassment, the man tips his fedora and storms away from the ranch – bumping shoulders with you as he does so. Flannery was biting her lip in concentration, neither of you having introduced yourself to the elderly couple. The wife looked furrowed and gentle, a pair of round spectacles slipping halfway down her nose with her grey hair knotted in a tight bun. The husband looked like an aged cowboy, his ten gallon hat shadowing his wrinkled face which branded with several scars. You’d imagined he’d been quite the roughneck in his prime, but with a cane supporting his weight you could only imagine those days were long gone. Whilst the elderly woman was smiling tearfully the male rancher looked as though he was weighing you up sternly.

    “Thank you so much stranger”, the farmer smiles weakly, “I’m Betsy and this is my husband Amos”. Amos shrugs courtly as Betsy grabs your hand with a grubby gardening glove and shakes it warmly. She waits for your reply, Flannery quickly interjecting.

    “I’m Malorie, and this is my friend Bob”, she says elbowing you to play along, “We heard you need a hand on the farm and Bob was hoping you could help with his Squirtle’s broken leg”. The redhead elbows you again, coaxing you into a mousy nod. You gather this mission required you to work incognito, but wish she’d picked a more creative alias. Betsy grins as Amos invites you into the cabin. The interior was decorated with several fur pelts pinned against the walls and floors, one of which you identify as an Electabuzz and another as Arcanine. There were dozens of black and white photos on cabernets depicting cowboys Buffoulant riding and square dancing, some of which you recognised as the ranch owners in their youth. As the couple amble off into the kitchen for fresh lemonade, Flannery tugs you into a quiet huddle.

    “This is perfect”, she whispers, “Under law those felons are free to drill wherever they want if we can’t provide proof of ownership. We can help out on the farm whilst we look for that deed, and then we can put a stop to those criminals once and for all”

    “Bob – Malorie”, Amos announces as you each grab a glass of icy lemonade, “If yer lookin’ for work, the Mareep could sure use shavin’ and a few of the Blitzle are ready for breakin’” Flannery nods enthusiastically, giving you the honours of choosing where to head first. What will you do?
    With the man gone for now, Rob felt a little less nervous, though what the man said about the deed of the land certainly left the trainer wondering where the deed could be. “Thank you so much stranger”, the farmer said, smiling weakly, “I’m Betsy and this is my husband Amos”. "They certainly seem friendly." Rob thought as the lady shook his hand with the glove, which easily showed how much it had been used.

    Before he could properly introduce himself, Flannery seemed to have her own idea of how to introduce themselves to the pair of ranchers, “I’m Malorie, and this is my friend Bob”, she started, elbowing a signal. Slightly confused, it took a second for him to get his cue, What...? Oh!" “We heard you need a hand on the farm and Bob was hoping you could help with his Squirtle’s broken leg”. With another elbowing from the red headed girl Rob quickly responded with a nod, after which Amos invited both inside the cabin.

    A slightly unsettling sight came as they walked in, fur pelts of Pokémon, "That's rather sad..." Having never seen these two Pokémon in person, who were now a shell of what they once were, Rob could not help but feel sorry for their fate, as he remembered seeing battles on TV with these two Pokémon, particularly the Arcanine. Battles which the young trainer aspired to someday match, or even surpass. They might have even been as strong as those Pokémon he once saw, or not if they became fur displays. Moving on and seeing many pictures, some of which could easily be the couple in their younger years, he could not help but smile as he saw the many old west activities depicted in the photos. The old couple exited to kitchen as Flannery pulled Rob in. “This is perfect”, she whispers, “Under law those felons are free to drill wherever they want if we can’t provide proof of ownership. We can help out on the farm whilst we look for that deed, and then we can put a stop to those criminals once and for all”

    “Bob – Malorie”, the old man started as both the incognito trainer and gym leader grabbed the cold glass of lemonade, “If yer lookin’ for work, the Mareep could sure use shavin’ and a few of the Blitzle are ready for breakin’” With Flannery's consent of taking a pick, he happily replied, "I think we can help with Blitzle, always wanted to see one up close, and this is as good a time as any! It's my first time doing this, or any farm work for that matter, so I have no idea how to do this." Trying to be honest, he chuckled nervously as he finished saying that, but there was one thought still in the front of the trainers mind throughout this, "Wonder where the deed is hiding..."
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    ::Rainbow Reef::

    xXKratosAurionXx: Staring straight into the face of danger, you go all in on your instincts and decide to firmly hold your ground against the ferocious predator; a decision which you transmit to your partner as you try to calm her down. You knew that if something went wrong, either of you could come out with life-threathening injuries. Despite your heart bertraying your thoughts, you try your best to look fearless and assertive. You practically hold your breath as the enormous Sharpedo comes within your hand's reach until it suddenly sways off course, now slowly circling around you from up close as it carefully observed you. Surely, a thrilling experience to be so near such an umpredictable monster, and at the same time, quite an enthralling one as you locked eyes with it, both feeding off each other's energy as you engaged in what felt like several eternal seconds of silent conversation. Observing the massive shark, you notice a wide array of scars scattered all over its rough skin. It surely must've held a long life, and if anything, one could be certain it wasn't lacking any in life experiences. And then... it was gone; the Sharpedo finally swimming away and vanishing off into the deep blue as subtly as it had come.

    Had it acknowledged you or did it left because of some other reason? You could only but wonder, but what mattered now was that you were safe from danger... or were you? You just couldn't be given a moments rest as once again it is Brunhilde that warns you of possible danger approaching. Turning to the opposite end from which Sharpedo had left, and looking beyond the rainbow field of coral and into the void of the horizon, you notice the undistinguishable silouette of what could be a very large Pokémon, if not something else altogether. Nothing that you could instantly identify. How mysterious... the question was, would you even want to find out?

    What will you do?

    As the Sharpedo continued to circle around our Trainer and his faithful companion, he realized his instincts must have been on the right track. Hetried to keep his mind calm, and his body perfectly still as he let the SHarpedo inspect him and grant him passage into his underwater domain. The deep sea warmaster, clearly a veteran of the eternal battle for survival, as evidenced by his countless scards, eventually swam away, seemingly satisfied with the information he had managed to gather from the visito who had entered his reign, deep below the waves. Sighing in relief, he was certain the danger had passed, and he was finally fre to explore to his hert's content the mysteries of the deep. However, the Fates had other plans for our young explorer. Just as he readied hmself to desend further into the endless basin of the kingdom of azure, he realized Brunhilde was calling to him. "What is it , my dear? The danger has passed.", he declared in an attempt to calm her down. However, what his eyes gazed upon next was something far greater than he could ever had imagined.

    ...

    His eyes were fixed upon this great shadow that seemingly materialized from the horizon and slowly approached the explorer, who stood there, seemingly frozen, floating, and left to the tide's whims. His mind drifted away, as he tapped into his memories, trying to figure what exactly had appeared from the deeper ends of the azure divide. His mind continued to speed through his memories and throught the countless books he had read and explored during his time at the Academy. "The Temple of the Sea? The Ruins of the Undella? The Drifting Castle of Azure...? " His mind continued to drift across the seemingly endless stream of pages he had memorized... And no solution to be found. No sense could he make out of this shadow as it continued to drift on his direction. He knew this feeling. The feeling of his blood flowing, his cold heart thawing, and adrenaline entering the bloodstream... It was all how he could have imagined it... And even better. This was his chance. He was prepared to unravel the mystery that had appeared before him, this could allow him to carve his name into the annals of Fendelian History. Adventure was what he craved, and his partner, certain of his intent, stood there, frim and prepared alongside him, ready to follow him to the depths in order to shed light upon the mysteries of the past. The flames of passion had been lit, and they propelled our heroes towards the unknown,. Not a shed of fear. Not a moment of hesitation. Not a single afterthought passed through their minds as they marched on towards the unknown shadow, perhaps the answer to an ancient mystery, perhaps a piece of a puzzle far greater than he could have ever imagined. His eyes shining in expectation, he continued to swim, ever firm and resolute, towards whatever may lie ahead...
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    Rotom310: It's good to have you back since I have quite a good adventure planned

    Caught in a busy district of Seaside City in rush hour, you figure using one of the many modes of city transport would get you to the where you wanted in a hurry. You check your watch as you rush toward the newly-built subway station, several commuters ducking out of your way as Salazar glared in frustration. Spotting a signpost indicating the subway was just a stairwell below, you break off from the crowd and toward the station. A set of doors swoosh open automatically welcoming you into a vast ultra-modern railway station. The main hub was chock full of commuters and trainers like yourself, busily making their way to the platforms which branched off in all directions. A recorded announcement plays from several speakers around the station, warning you to mind all luggage as the subway was coveted for thieves and pickpockets. You stop foot at an electronic map with each network colour coded. Whilst it takes you a good while to decipher which train would take you to the photo shoot you notice the words ‘CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE’ scrawled electronically where the timetable would be. Sighing in despair, you catch the eye of an adolescent trainer who had caught your eye. The dark-skinned trainer looked cool in every way, sporting a yellow hoodie which semi-concealed his thick cornrows. Beside him was a Scrafty, who shared his hooded trainer’s sense in fashion and bravado as they approached you with a smile. “Hey, you’re a trainer right?” the boy asks, looking at your Ekans which hisses warily at the trainer’s lizard, “My name’s Tyrone. I’m reigning champ of the battle subway. If you’re interested in trying out the preliminaries start in five minutes. It won’t be easy but there’s a big prize pot for the winner!”
    After plunging into the traffic it didn't seem too long to Drew until they found a subway entrance. Thank goodness; the way the various commuters weaved in and out around him was quickly getting on Salazar's nerves. He was already on the bad side of a few police forces scattered around due to his snake's short temper; Seaside City didn't really need to be added onto that list. Seperating from the crowd, Drew trotted down the steps, slowing down to let the mechanical door open as he neared the bottom.

    Stepping into the station, Drew was once again assulted by the noise accompanying large sums of people. Hearing a hissing-groan near his right ear, Salazar clearly let out his displeasure at that fact. "Heh," he chuckled, reaching up to stroke the snake's head as he made his way over to a map, "don't worry 'Zar. Just a little bit more and we'll be at the beach, and then you can just bask in the sun." The Ekans still gave an irritable hiss, but feeling his coil loosen Drew knew he got the message.

    Happy one problem was somewhat solved, Drew turned his focus to the electronic map in front of him: a large mess of colored lines for each individual network under the city. Ugh, he thought idly as he matched colors to names, I really don't have time to deal with this sh- He stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something flashing where the timetable would be. Three words: "CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE."

    Almost immediately Drew groaned and pulled out his cell phone. Punching in the number of his employer, he thought about how he was going to explain this. Of all the... ugh. Of course this has to happen now. God this is like Castelia all over again... Drew thought, remembering the first time he had arrived in the city he now called home.

    "You've reached the phone of Bonde. Jim Bonde. Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can," the recording said through the phone, followed by a single beep.

    "Hey, I'm sure you've probably noticed I'm not there yet. Stuff's come up, like 'the-frickin'-subway-system-is-closed' kind of stuff. So, yeah, I probably won't be getting there anytime soon. Real sorry 'bout it, but crap happens y'know? Anyway," Drew continued quickly, spotting a nearby adolescent staring at him, "call me back sometime and we'll try to work things out. Talk to ya later." As he finished talking Drew saw the youth make his way toward him, and had just hung up and slipped the phone back into his jean pocket when the guy was standing feet away. Up close, Drew could tell guy wasn't the type of person he'd normally chose to be around just from his composure, and his Scrafty standing alongside him didn't help much. While he didn't really have anything against the species, Drew had been around enough to know that more often than not Scrafty weren't exactly the best company to strangers.

    “Hey, you’re a trainer right?” the boy asked, eyeing Salazar, who gave a short warning hiss at the youth's Scrafty. “My name’s Tyrone. I’m reigning champ of the battle subway. If you’re interested in trying out the preliminaries start in five minutes. It won’t be easy but there’s a big prize pot for the winner!”

    A tournament...? Oh, yeah, I remember that bellhop mentioning something like that. Drew turned and glanced at the map, where the "closed for maintenance" message still showed tauntingly. It's not like I'll be able to get to the shoot anytime soon anyway, especially with the subways down... Plus it's for money, so it's not like I'd be just wasting my time.

    "Meh, I'm game," Drew said, reaching up to calm Salazar. "Where do I sign up?"

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    uhhhhh: Alarmed by the situation in front of you, you're quick to issue instructions, Foster going invisibly floating through the door while the waitress sprints out running, screaming like a madwoman for help.

    "I always carry my Pokémon with me," Kim replied to you as you asked for her help, her demeanor changing radically as she did; sure enough she intented to do something about this even if you didn't. "Lola, we need you!" She yells, taking a Love Ball out and throwing it into the air, the ball bursting with bright, lovable colors as the light within materializes into a Lopunny.

    Taking a brief look at the Weavile, you could appreciate the differences between the them; the apparent leader standing in the middle of the three, with a face that denoted an highly calculating and malicious mind. In sharp contrast, the Weavile to its right sported a wide open grin and constantly twitched and foamed from its mouth as if it were on drugs. The third one, in comparison, seemed practically emotionless, looking at you all with an impenetrable gaze.

    Quickly getting into formation, the Weaviles take the initiative as they all simultaneously leap into the air, charging large black orbs between their claws before they're launched into your Pokémon's general direction. Taffy steps in in your defense however, putting forth a Light Screen against the incoming barrage of Shadow Balls. You can hear the screen shatter to pieces as the attacks combine and explode into a single dome of Ghost-energy. As your field of vision clears up, you can see your Pokémon mostly unharmed, but Taffy wasn't looking all that well however.

    Starting the counter-offense, Humphrey stomps hard into the ground, investing significant energy to summon a Rock Tomb from underneath the concrete while Gaspard and Lola both dash forward to meet their opponents head-on. The Weavile too rush onwards to meet them, their leader nimbly dodging the rising grave from the much slower and inexperienced Rock-type, and in turn zig-zagging towards Gaspard with amazing agility, creating illusory copies of itself with its Double team. The monkey Pokémon is surprised at the sudden increase of targets, and takes a wild-guess as he leaps; his Fire-cloaked tail Punching nothing but air as his fist goes right through one of the clones. He isn't quite done however, as he starts glowing a bright green, dashing to another of the images as soon as he lands on his feet, and this time effective nailing the proper target before U-turning to safety with a backflip. The Weavile is clearly not amused as it spits out to the side in disdain, taking a deep breath before howling out a ferocious Blizzard; the ice-cold winds chilling Gaspard greatly, and more so it did to the lower-leveled Humphrey; he will not want to be taking many more of those.

    On Kim's side, Lola swiftly closes the gap between herself and the stern weavile with a pair of long steps while spinning her right arm in the process. As she swings her Dizzy Punch accross the Weavile's face, it is sent flying a few feet back, spinning like a top, but surprisingly, it is able to land on its feet, skirting back a little bit with its expression still unchanged. Dashing towards Lola, it lets loose a quick and astonishing jab which she immediately tries to Protect against in reflex. Woe to her, however, it turned out to be Feint, Weavile suddenly cancelling its attack and whipping its arm against her jaw with a backspin. Before she could even react, the Weavile clenches his cyan-glowing fist before slamming its Ice Punch deep into the Lopunny's gut; a thin patch of ice forming in her midriff as a result. "Lola, now!" Kim commanded, keeping her focus, and the bunny diligently acts on cue, getting hold of the Weavile's arm before spinning it round overhead, launching it against the rocky formation with her Circle Throw.

    Taffy seemed to be having her hand full as she dealt with the final Weavile who howled and laughed hysterically as it hacked and slashed like a beast with its Fury Swipes while Taffy only endured the assault by Curling up in Defense; an action that only fueled the Weavile's insane and disturbing state. Looking to finish off Taffy with stylish overkill, the Weavile's fist shimmers intensely with fighting spirit as it now thrusts a potentially devastating Focus Punch. It failed to notice Taffy's body glowing with a red aura in response however, and just as its fist made contact with her body, she suddenly bursts outwardly like an airbag upon collision, paying the Weavile back in spades with her Counter. You could almost hear the sickening noise of the Weavile's arm being crushed to a pulp in a fraction of a second before it got cannonballed straight into a wall; falling to the ground into complete uncounsciousness though still twitching like a half-dead bug. Taffy doesn't look good at all either after that exchange though, having already taken a beating before your arrival and now only hanging tight out of sheer willpower and desire to see her trainer safe and sound.

    At least one Weavile was down now, though the leader still looked impecably healthy in comparison to everyone else, and as you saw the other one incorporate back to its feet, you could see a change in its expression alright; eyes fixated on Lola as it was apparently affected by her Cute Charm. Unlike how a regular enamoured Weavile would look though, this one now seemed to display extreme bloodlust and excitement. It would seem the kind of love this Weavile has is the kind that kills.

    With all things going on right now, it is hard to relax and think straight if only for a bit, and just as your thoughts turned to Foster and Alice, you're shocked to see the ethereal figure of the Sjuppet being sent flying out of the restroom. As the door opens you see a man clad in black clothing come out from within, his face covered by black bandanas. Perched on his shoulder sat a Murkrow, glaring at you ominously. Behind him you could see Alice's body laying on the floow, and wether she was simply unconscious or worse was something you could not verify yet, but feared the possible answer, and more so did Kim who completely looses her cool and starts breaking down, too shocked to speak.

    "So it was yours... I'll be taking that now, boy." He addressed you while taking a step forward, and it seemed to you that he limped as he did. "Thief." he then simply said, and in an instant it was made very clear what he meant as his Murkrow starts flying towards you, surrounded with an aura of darkness.

    What will you do?
    "I always carry my Pokémon with me," Kim said to Connor as her demeanor changed. It seemed that even without Connor telling her what to do, she was planning to do something anyway. She lets out a Love Ball to release her Pokemon, "Lola, we need you!" she called out as the light that emerged materialized into a Lopunny. "A Lopunny huh..." Connor said as he pointed the Pokedex at her.

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    Lopunny, the Rabbit Pokémon. The ears appear to be delicate. If they are touched roughly, it kicks with its graceful legs.
    "Well, we'll need those kicks right now," Connor said as he looked at the three Weavile. A closer inspection notes that there seems to be a great difference between the three: one of them looked as if he was on drugs, the other one looked emotionless and was just staring at them and lastly, the one on the middle looked cunning and calculating, "The middle one's obviously the leader of the bunch," Connor remarked. The three Weaviles then took the initiative as they leaped into the air to attack the four Pokemon. "So it begins... get ready guys!" Connor shouted to everyone.

    ..........

    So many things had happened in a few moments as Connor saw the outcome of the battle so far. While he was glad that they managed to take out one of the Weavile with Taffy's help and another one completely immobilized due to Lola's Cute Charm, he was still concerned because there was still one more Weavile to take down and while Gaspard wasn't hurt too badly, he saw that Humphrey took heavy damage due to the Blizzard earlier. "Taffy and Lola... they're very powerful. I can see how Angie and Kim could win a contest," he said with a sad smile, "Compared to them, I'm not strong enough... I hate to admit it, but I'm the weakest link right now," Connor knew that his current team can't take out one strong Weavile, let alone three of them. He then took out a pokeball to recall Humphrey, "Humphrey, come back. Take a good rest," he said as he recalled the shiny Roggenrola. Gaspard turned back to face Connor and the little monkey looked concerned for Connor, "Aipopom?" Gaspard asked Connor. The photographer shook his head, "No, it's nothing. I'm fine," he said to Gaspard though he could see that what he said wasn't fooling him.

    Connor then suddenly remembered why they were here in the first place, "Wait, that's right! Is Angie safe? What about Foster?" he said as he looked at the restroom door and as if on cue, Foster came out of it though he was knocked back by whatever was in the door, "Foster!" Connor called out to his Shuppet. The door then opened as a man in black came out of the door, his face covered in black bandages. Behind him was Angie who was unconscious and was laying down on the floor. "No... please don't tell me she's...!" Connor stopped as he couldn't bring it in him to say the last word. He remembered that Kim was still around and hearing him say that would make things worse for her as she was already starting to freak out. "You... who are you? What did she do to you huh?!" Connor said to the man.

    "So it was yours... I'll be taking that now, boy." the man said as he stepped forward towards Connor. "Taking what...?" Connor thought as he was thinking what this man could possibly be after. "If he was targeting Angie and was looking for something which belongs to me, then it definitely has to be... but why?" Connor instinctively clutched his bag which held his camera. "No, I can't let him have it... this thing's too precious to me!" he thought as he remembered his mentor who gave him her old camera, before leaving to the Ransei Region...

    "Here, I want you to have this," a woman in her mid-20s said to a child while handing him her old camera. The boy was confused at what the woman was doing, "Huh? But isn't this your..." the boy looked at the camera before looking back up at the woman, "No miss, I can't! It's yours right? You should keep it!" he said to her. She shook her head and forced the camera on his hands, "No, I insist! Besides, I already bought myself a new one anyway," the woman winked at him. "That one though, brought lots of good luck to me. Hopefully, it should do to you was well. Take good care of it okay?" The boy was about to say something but stopped and didn't object any further, he knew that once she has done something, there was no way to convince her to change her mind. "You're really stubborn, you know that miss?" he simply said to her as she chuckled in reply. The woman started to approach the ship that was departing soon before she stopped for a bit, "You know kid, I hope that one day you'll be able to go out there and see the wonders of the world," she said to him, "This place isn't as bad as you think it is. There's lots of beautiful places out there, and I'd really like for you to see it. I do hope we meet again someday. Take care, alright?" she said before she walked away from the boy and towards the ship.

    "Thief," the man simply said and a Murkrow flew towards Connor, who was clearly intending to do so. "Listen mister, I don't know why you're after it, but I can't let you have it! Marco, I need your help!" he said as he let out his shiny Remoraid into battle. He knew that Marco wasn't suited to battle on land, so he had to compromise on the situation, and he an idea as to how to. As soon as Marco materialized, Connor quickly held him as if he was a gun, "I hope you're okay with me holding you like this, I need you right now! Marco, fire two Ice Beams at the Murkrow! Gaspard, Fire Punch and U-Turn at the Weavile!" he said as he aimed Marco towards the Murkrow. While there was the Murkrow in front of him, he still remembers that there was one more Weavile left who's still able to battle and he wasn't going to let it take advantage of being distracted.

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    ::Seaside City::

    Charminions: With Apollo in a bit of a bind, you quickly issue your orders in an attempt to turn around the situation. Bubbah roars and pounds his chest euphorically before throwing himself against the downed Combusken with a Body Slam. Apollo wasn't having any of that however, as he thrusts himself upwards with a rapid but strong kick-up, latching unto Bubbah mid-air and rotating sideways, using gravity to his advanatage to faceplant the Vigoroth hard against the matt; the sloth's legs painfully bending over his back upon impact like a scorpion's tail. The crowd was certainly wowed by Apollo's amazing Reversal, and you figured your opponent wouldn't recover from that easily. You're soon proved wrong however, as you see Bubbah get back to his feet just as Apollo did. Unbelievable! What was that thing made of anyways?

    Following up on the offensive, Apollo seeks to bring in some more pain as both of his fists now start bursting with lightning. Quickly stepping in a flash, Apollo hooks a Thunder Punch right into Bubbah's ribcage; the Vigoroth letting out some spit from his mouth as he bends over from the liver blow, right before being slammed overhead with a second electrifying dose of Thunder Punch. It was an attack combination that would be enough to knock out anyone, and indeed the Vigoroth seemed to be falling into unconsciousness; the fight was pretty much already over. Being suddenly staurated with vitality out of nowhere however, Bubbah quickly stretches his arm to get hold of Apollo's face before viciously Scartching across his vulnerable eyes. How dirty! The Fire-type shrieks in pain as his vision is so brutally impaired, and can nary do a thing as Bubbah gets ahold of him, launching Apollo with ridiculous Strength against your very own corner.

    Bubbah's face seems to fade out for just a second as his body is now aware of the damage it has sustained, but he then shakes it off vigorously, slamming the matt with both arms to regain focus before thrusting himself full on towards your cornered companion. He seems to be putting all of his spirit on this attack, and Apollo certainly won't want to be victim of it.

    What will you do?
    Trapped like a bird in a cage, Charm desperately shouts his orders for Apollo to escape the wrath of Bubbah. The Vigoroth gives off a loud roar before pounding his chest like a monkey. Bubbah then jumps up and slams himself down at Combusken with a Body Slam, but Apollo wasn't going to take that. He pulls a Reversal, forcing himself up and latching onto Bubbah while they're in mid air. He then twists them around so their positions change with Bubbah meeting a hard mat when they land on the ground. The impact of the slam was enough to suprise the onlookers who were impressed by Apollo's performance. "Nice one, Apollo!" Charm compliments. Charm's cheerful smile soon turns blank when Bubbah gets back up, even after taking such a wild hit.

    "That wasn't enough? Alright, Apollo give it to him!" Apollo does just that. His hands begin crackling with lightning before the Combusken quickly steps towards Bubbah and gives him a Thunder Punch in the rib cage. The impact causes Bubbah to bend over in pain as lets out some spit. Clearly showing the power of Apollo's speed and strength, causing Charm to crack a smile once more. But that was not all, with the Young Fowl's other lightning hand, he gives another Thunder Punch over the Vigoroth's head. The thunderous double punch seemed to be enough as Bubbah looks to be close to fainting, but he suddenly surges with energy.

    The now even more hyperactive sloth then gives a Scratch across Apollo's eyes. Apollo yelps out in pain as his vision worsens and leaving him open for Bubbah to pick him up and throw him to the corner of the ring with all his Strength. "Oh boy, now we're in a pickle," Charm notes. The Vigoroth stops for a moment, noticing the damage he has taken, but shakes it off angrily before charging towards the cornered Apollo. Charm contemplates the situation, figuring out his next orders before shouting, "We definitely can't let you take that hit, so quickly pull up a Protect to block the strike. Your vision may be impaired but maybe you'll know the general area of the Vigoroth, so give a Cross Fire before ending with a Flamethrower!"

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    ::The Black Swan::

    -Hayward-: You sure were astonished by the sudden sight of a lonely wisp bolting momentarily before your eyes. While a part of you felt the nearly unresistible urge to follow after it and investigate, you think better of it and decide to stay in and more carefully explore the cabin instead. You had the feeling that if you left you might forever lose the chance to come back, and missing out on whatever shinies the crew might've hoarded for themselves over the yearts simply wasn't an option for you. You ask your partners to get ahold of themselves and start helping out with the scavenge.

    Ever wary of your surroundings, you carefully inspect the large room in sarch of long forgotten treasure. Dissapointingly, it seemed like pretty much nothing was left behind. Perhaps most was lost at sea when the ship stranded. Perhaps the surviving pirates took the loot themselves before hiding it somewhere on Pirate Isle. Perhaps other treasure hunters had already gotten ahead of you long ago. All theories seemed equally likely and neither was exclusivee to each other, but there just had to be something left of value, right? And then, as if by mystical coincidence, you struck gold; a rotten wooden plank suddenly lifting under your feet as you stepped on it, revealing 3 Golden Dubloons underneath, covered in a thick layer of dust and stained a dark brown with what could'vee been at one time someone else's blood. Your partners too seemed to have found something on their end; Medéo feeling drawn to a Crystal Eye of sorts, which gave you the impression that it stared straight into your soul, whereas Hynéo on the other hand picked up a strange scent coming from an out-of-place Black Feather, likely belonging to a rather large bird. The feather itself looked like it had fallen recently, and yet, one couldn't help shaking the feeling that it had been there for a long, long time. All in all, the collected items didn't seem all that valuable, save perhaps for the dubloons, but perhaps they might be of use somehow.

    As you reflect on the fruits of your endeavor, the atmosphere around you now turns even heavier as you could almost feel the entire ship "breathe"; all walls expanding and contracting while strong gusts of wind blew in and out; the resulting sound resembling the deep, guttural growl of a diabolic beast. You hear a booming noise coming from the opposite far end of the ship, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps, at first coming at decently paced intervals but then exponentially accelerating more and more as they closed in on you. It sounds like danger is fast approaching, and though your Pokémon were certainly strong and nearly at the peak of their abilities, perhaps a valiant escape now was in order.

    What will you do?
    In the crew chambers of the abandoned pirate frigate known as the Black Swan, the young treasure hunter Will Hale wanders around the place in search of ancient artifacts, rare relics, and long-lost loot while his Pokemon, Medeo the Medicham and Hyneo the Mightyena, happily lend their assistance. However, after a brief inspection of the cramped confines, the trio have only managed to unearth a few minor trinkets - three golden dubloons, a black feather, and a crystal eye - a far cry from the vast riches Will was seeking.

    Tucking the items into his grey side-strap courier bag nevertheless, Will remarks that though they didn't find anything valuable, and the wreckage appears rather ordinary on the outside, he feels that the place is definitely shrouded in an eerie atmosphere and perhaps hides a "mystery-greater-than-treasure" worth uncovering within its rotted hull. Medeo agrees, nodding his head sagely, and Hyneo gives a cheerful bark of consent as Will goes on, wondering aloud about the ship's infamous history and the fate of its former crew.

    Suddenly, a strong gust of wind causes the old ship to give a violent shudder and the threesome sense a malevolent presence all around them, radiating through the walls. They quickly spin around, but find nothing there except the empty room. Will begins to tremble a bit with apprehension and confesses that he was feeling slightly uneasy when they were ransacking the place, almost as if someone was watching them. Just then, Will and his Pokemon get the same sensation again and rapidly glance around the cabin, but just like before, there isn't anything unusual.

    However, moments later, when Will suggests they continue their search elsewhere, the trio hear a colossal Boom! coming from the ship's far opposite end, and they immediately cry out in terror. The next thing they know, they hear the sound of heavy footsteps rushing down the corridor in their direction, and Will exclaims that the ship must not be abandoned after all.

    "Look sharp, mates!" he warns his comrades. "We're gonna have company!" Hyneo lets out a low growl as Medeo nods and quickly adopts the defensive Kung fu stance known as Invincible Kricketot Defiance.

    As the footsteps draw nearer, a sweat trickles down the side of Will's face, and the lad wonders to himself if the rumours about evil spirits haunting the derelict vessel might be true after all. "I've got a bad feeling about this..." he mutters to himself, before turning to his companions and issuing instructions.

    "Odor Sleuth, Hyneo. Medeo use Foresight," Will directs, hoping one of the techniques might give them a clue to the identity or motives of their approaching visitor. "Medeo, follow up with Meditate, and Hyneo, Hone your Claws. Let's be ready for anything!"
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    ::The Lighthouse::

    Marion Ette: You figure the reason the man suddenly asked for your hand was likely for assistance going up the stairs given his blindness. Seeing that Gastly gave no sign for distrusting him, you kindly comply with his request, placing your hand within his reach. The old man chuckled, and it was hard to tell if he was moved by your kind gesture, or simply amusemed by something you just had said.

    "Oh, do not worry, young missy, even the way I am now, I know this place as well as I know the palm of my hand. You however..." he said as he gently held your hand, stroking his bony fingers over your palm as if trying to read it. "Ah, so that's the kind of person that you are. It must be providence that brought you 'ere this evening. Maybe... naw..." he started chuckling again, letting go of your hand before carefully going upstairs while singing some melody:

    [...]And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
    through the deep purple of the twilight air,
    Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light,
    with strange, unearthly splendor in the glare![...]


    He muttered, at times uttering unintelligible lines, and at others only humming to himself. "What an interesting fellow. Looks like he's lacking a few screws in his head, but I've always felt the insane know more about the secrets of this world than anyone else. I like that old man already!" Gastly commentated, looking a bit marveled by the scene that unfolded before him.

    Once inside the Lighthouse, you're faced once again with the same different choices. You could very well follow the old man upstairs as he did, or check out the basement once again. Either way, the keeper of this lighthouse didn't seem like he would mind at all, as he alreday gave you his blessing to spend the night within. Something else immediately caught your attention though, and it was the very feel of the air around you. How odd, it was no longer saturated with spiritual energy as before. Ominous? Yes, slightly, for any other person that is, but perfectly normal for your standards; nowhere near as aggresive and overwhelming as a few moments ago. Just what had happened, or will happen, in this place? The turth can only be revealed, once again, by the decisions you make.

    What will you do?[/color]
    As the old man appears to read her palm, Marion can't help but wonder how the lines in Kikyo's palm differ from Marion's. What do those lines say to this man? Could they even be trusted? Do they reveal the personality of Kikyo... or Marion... or both? The questions that swim around Marion's mind are overwhelming, and she decides to return her focus to the present for now. After all, if she remains locked in reverie, she may miss something important.

    The man begins to sing a song based on a bit of poetry by Longfellow, which "Kikyo" respectfully listens to, eerily reminded of her own little poem-song that she had hummed to calm herself earlier when traversing the lighthouse... Gastly makes a comment about the man being insane, which may very well be true, though the statement makes Marion wonder. "Is the love of poetry madness? I suppose I must be quite mad, then, too... it is such a pretty song." Kikyo giggles slightly. "I like him, too."

    Marion is suddenly struck with the realization that the strong negative energy that saturated the Lighthouse when in her own body now seems strangely absent. Marion figures that this is not the result of her new body, as Kikyo seems to be similarly sensitive to ghostly energies... It seems as if whatever caused the Lighthouse to be haunted has not occurred yet at this moment in time. Marion already had a feeling this would be the case before she stepped into this role, but the actual confirmation of her suspicion really hits the point home that she needs to be careful about what she does, for her actions have the potential to change the fate of the Lighthouse forever, should they have an impact on her own native time.

    Certainly, she could go searching around the basement; Marion was definitely interested to see if she would find generators in this version of the Lighthouse, or some other power source, or even nothing at all. A decoded version of the note might be waiting for her, or even some explanation of those symbols that she saw in the "modern" Lighthouse. That said, despite her curiosity surrounding the basement, Marion is strangely paranoid at the thought of leaving Gastly. After all, if she were gone, and something happened to the Gastly, how would Kikyo/Marion ever forgive herself if she was not there to defend him? Marion decides that, whatever actions she decides to take, she will take them with Gastly by her side. Abandoning a friend for the sake of curiosity was not something that Marion was about to do. Of course, Marion could be worrying for nothing, though she sincerely doubts that to be the case...

    As Marion calls out to Gastly to wait for her, she quickly searches her robes for any Pokeballs, potions or other objects on her person After all, this Priestess may have other Pokemon or items of which Marion is not currently aware. After this quick search, Marion joins Gastly on the ascent up the stairs, preparing herself mentally to expect the unexpected.

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    Coolz8:
    Caught between the warring factions, you decide to attempt to play peacemaker. From your collection of mysterious possessions, you pull out a box which in itself leads to a door to apparently another dimension. From within this door, you pull out an elaborate picnic meal and present it as a way to discuss the conflict between the groups.

    The problem is…you scare the hell out of the religious fanatics.

    “WITCH! WITCH! GET HIM!” shouts one of Cozbi’s female followers.

    “FOLLOWERS! DESTROY HIM!” says Cozbi himself.

    In a sudden frenzy of commotion, the blue-and-white clad crowd begins to charge toward you. Cozbi, however, stands in the center as they pass, his eyes closed, apparently deep in prayer. The group inches closer and is about to strike. You pull back to avoid being assaulted.

    “GET BACK!” shouts the young man with eyes like Cozbi. Suddenly, he releases a Donphan on the ground in front of him who stomps and blares it’s trunk-trumpet loudly. “TAKE CARE OF THEM, DONPHAN!”

    The Donphan rears back onto it’s thick hind legs and slams it’s body down with full force creating great Magnitude. The ground cracks and trembles, bringing the crashing to the ground. The followers quickly retreat behind their preacher, who comes out of his prayer.

    “This is not the last you’ve seen of us. May Suicune have mercy on your soul,” he says. He turns abruptly, ushering his congregation away. The young man with the blue eyes recalls the Donphan and turns to you.

    “Deceitful, lying pig,” he says, referring to Cozbi. “Allow me to discuss this with you. Let us break bread together.”

    You approach the picnic you’ve set. A broad variety of foods and treats lay in front of you, their delicious scents wafting into the air. Several of the young man’s posse sit around a large sandwich ring, while the young man enjoys some sort of chicken. He invites you to sit across from him.

    “That man…Cozbi…he is my father,” the young man explains. “And my name is Raphael. He is the founder of the “Church of Suicune.” They claim to do good works in the name of Suicune, but in reality, they prey on the weak, the lost, the downtrodden and brainwash them into doing their dirty work and attempting to control people and Pokemon alike. He once had me under his evil spell, but I managed to distance myself and break free. And now I refuse to let him ruin anyone else’s life.

    My father has a knack for trying to go after those who are lost. Tell me, friend, what is it that you’re searching for?”

    What will you do?


    OkikuMew: Max is in trouble. Big trouble. It pains you to see him being brutalized by this much larger, more experienced, more aggressive Dodrio, and it’s gone off on a rampage that it can’t seem to stop.

    You plea for Max to hang in there, and rather than run off, you think it’s best to put up a valiant fight. The dog Pokemon stumbles to his feet, growling at the Dodrio, who as you predicted, seems to have forgotten what it’s doing or where it is. The three heads begin squawking and pecking at each other causing a bit of damage, allowing Max to catch his breath. On your command, your little gray ball of fur launches himself at the Dodrio with a big Tackle attempt, colliding with the Dodrio’s abdomen. Max, however, simply bounces off, allowing the Dodrio heads to refocus it’s attention on Max.

    Uh oh.

    Dodrio begins whipping up a powerful Tri Attack to put Max away, but suddenly out of nowhere, a Swellow suddenly appears on the scene, slashing across Dodrio’s throats with a powerful Aerial Ace. Dodrio falls to it’s knees and Swellow moves in assaulting the Triple Bird up close, showing what a Brave Bird Swellow really is. The Swellow relents, and Max sees his opportunity to land one last Tackle. Dodrio has fainted.Level up for Max. You smile and begin to go for one of the Pokeballs from your waist to make a glorious capture, but suddenly, an Ultra Ball comes flying from over your shoulder and hits Dodrio, sucking it up into a ball of light. Being unable to fight, the capture is complete. Somebody stole your capture!

    In a furious rage, you turn to try and capture your scavenger. You see this young lady.

    “Sorry,” she says. “You look like you needed some help.” She walks up to Max who is still banged up from the battle, and she sprays him with a Super Potion, instantly perking him up.

    “My name is Skyla,” she says. “I’m kind of a Flying-type expert. I’ve been tracking this Dodrio for days now. I hope you’re not angry.”

    What will you do?


    Crater Lake:

    Thrain:
    You do your best to make amends with Mr. Leonardi and the ranger, and try to thwart the situation from escalating even further than it already has. However, regardless of your sincere apology, it appears to fall on deaf ears. Rather than make things a bigger deal, you decide it’s best to just go put your tail between your legs and go about your trip, laying low.

    The ranger leads you and your group out through the lodge and onto a dirt path leading toward a large wooded area. You hear the various calls of Pokemon living in the trees as you walk along the path, enveloped in dense green foliage.

    “At Crater Lake,” the ranger explains, “we do our best to preserve nature’s pure and undisturbed beauty. We feel it is our responsibility to assure that guests enjoy the lake, but do so in a respectful manner. I implore you not to veer from our path at any time unless instructed to, for your own safety and for the safety of the group.”

    The ranger’s words resonate with you. You look up and notice Mr. Leonardi not paying attention, his chubby fingers tapping incessantly as he texts somebody on a cell phone, apparently too cool to have to pay attention.

    Finally, you arrive at a large rock formation. It’s large, rocky crags intrigue the adventurer in you, and you notice the path winds up to the peak where a red flag blows in the wind.

    “All right, group,” the ranger says. “As part of our nature hike, we’re going to have a few partner challenges. These are meant to be fun and are meant to be done safely. Whichever team reaches the top of this mountain and grabs the red flag first wins.
    This is a race. As you can see, various paths lead to the top of the mountain, and each team will start at a different path. Each path presents it’s own challenges. I’d like you all now to choose partners.”

    The group goes off in a buzz. You turn in excitement to try and befriend one of the other seven hikers, praying that you don’t get paired up with Leonardi. But each time as you turn, you hear the other hikers making agreements to partner up. Turning every which way, you finally lock eyes with Leonardi.

    “Oh no! No way!” Leonardi protests. “I refuse to partner with him!”

    “Calm down, Alex,” says the ranger. “Maybe this will be good for you. You and Eric will start at the Western Path Entrance.”

    Your heart sinks a bit. Not only is Leonardi a jerk, but he doesn’t really appear to be very valuable in a race. Amidst his continued protests, the ranger escorts you both to the Western path.

    “Look, just listen to whatever I say to do,” Leonardi commands. “You’re obviously incapable of intelligent thought, so just stay out of my way.”

    Once everyone is in place, the ranger raises his starter gun and fires it into the air. You take off running, ignoring Leonardi, who jogs behind you gasping for air. After running a few meters, you come across a crevice in the earth. It’s a bit too far to jump across, and there’s no way around it. You notice some wood and tools lying near by and a few trees with long, dangling vines stand near by. You could use some of these things to your advantage, or you could try to come up with a solution on your own. Leonardi eventually catches up with you, but thankfully can’t speak as he gasps for air. You both need to get across.

    What will you do?


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    allishinca:
    You’re right in your assumption about the Light Screen, but it appears with Pluto’s typing, the Voltorb is trying everything and anything to attempt to cause damage and protect itself.

    On your command, Pluto lunges towad the Voltorb, easily passing through the Light Screen. Pluto grabs the Voltorb and startles it, Leering eerily into it’s face before slashing across it with a big Scratch. The Voltorb panics and blasts Pluto off with a Charge Beam, sending Pluto flying.

    Pluto gets to his feet, only to find the Voltorb headed directly for him with a Rollout. However, Pluto dives out of the way, and the Voltorb collides with the broad side of a large boulder, sending it ricocheting off stalagmites and stalactites like a pinball in a pinball machine. Finally, the Voltorb comes to a stop, taking a considerable amount of damage.

    The thought of capturing this Voltorb undoubtedly crosses your mind.

    What will you do?


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    Quote Originally Posted by King Ghidorah View Post
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    extroph:
    Getting caught up in the heat of the battle, you neglect to consider the Qwilfish’s ability and now have a very sick Spearow on your hands. Thinking quickly, you switch out to your Electrike.

    “HEY! WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA!?” yells the sailor, apparently upset about your switch. On cue, the other two sailors grab you and take your remaining Pokeballs away from you!

    “Don’t worry, lad” laughs Captain Correia, who has taken an interest in the match. “I’ll see to it that you get your Pokemon back after the fight. But this be one-on-one battlin’!”

    Well, looks like your stuck with Electrike. He has the type advantage and is very eager to go to bat for you, but you have to be wary about it’s Poison Point. On your command, the Electrike fires a Wave of Thunder at the Qwilfish, which winces in pain at the electric shock.

    “That ain’t nothing, Qwilfish!” yells the sailor. “Use Aqua Tail and then Tackle!

    The balloon Pokemon turns it’s tail toward Electrike and slams it down hard on the ground, sending a large wave of water crashing over Electrike. While it does some damage, Electrike is largely unaffected and shakes off the water like dogs do. When the Qwilfish goes to use Tackle, however, it can’t move. Paralyzed.

    “Aye, lad! There you go!” says Correia as he cheers you on. You examine the Qwilfish planning your next attack and you notice that the spikes on the right side of it’s body are no longer secreting poison due to the paralysis! Electrike has sustained a little damage and, while it is paralyzed, the Qwilfish remains undamaged. You have an opportunity here.

    What will you do?


    "Go Rey!"

    As soon as Vernon took out his Electrike, the sailors found out about his switching plans, and took away his Pokeballs. "This'll be a one on one battle!" Vernon frowned at the decision of the sailors, but good thing Electrike is at an advantage. He isn't poisoned from Qwilfish's thorns yet, but the opponent is paralyzed.

    "Aye lad there you go!" the old man cheers Vernon on, which makes him smile a little bit. Then, Vernon noticed the lack of poison secreting out of the right side of Qwilfish, as it struggled to move its muscles. This was the time to strike.

    "Electrike! Tackle Qwilfish twice on his right side, then get out of there!" Vernon hoped that Electrike is quick enough to do this, especially since the opponent is paralyzed.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Balmund View Post

    MarbleZone: Carefully thinking about your next orders, you command your Minccino to make use of hit-and-run tactics, exploiting the most of her overwhelming speed advantage over the slow, living blob of sludge. Being such a technical fighter, Min seemed more than happy with this plan. It was your intention to conserve energy while you gauged the Grimer's strength, which you figured would probably not be much considering its likely low intelligence and limited movepool. This was a serious battle however, and it was better to be safe than sorry, you thought.

    Springing into action, Min practically dances around the Poison-type, dazzling the poor thing with her quick movements as she looked for the perfect opening. The Grimer tries in vain to protect all flanks, and then, in a moment of confusion, it finds itself being Pounded hard accross its slimy face; the chinchilla Pokémon nimbly stepping back in time to avoid a widely slugged hook from her opponent as the Grimer tried to Pound in retaliation. Grimer looks really annoyed now, and it seems to take the offensive, intent on getting up close and personal with the Normal-type as he slowly sled towards her. Min on the other hand looks slightly grossed out as she tries to wipe a bit of the residue slime off her paw; for a Pokémon almost obsessed with being clean and tidy by nature, facing a Grimer was probably the worst of the worst. She still looks motivated for battle however, having only just warmed up.

    Meanwhile, over at the barricade, you notice sludge oozing out from the extremely narrow creavace underneath the metallic door. Whatever this means, it may be that you don't have enough time to be overly careful and methodic.

    What will you do?
    Even though the first batch of orders was a complete success, it lead to a rather troubling conclusion: Minccino wouldn't work here. Sure, she could brush off a couple of sludge drops, but if she was forced into direct contact with Grimer too many times, the stench and filth was going to get to her eventually and she'd panic. She wasn't exactly a mentally strong Pokémon, and her obsession with cleanliness wasn't going to help in this match at all.

    Still, the round had served its purpose. Grimer was on the offensive now, and Levin had it scouted - slow as molasses, as he had hoped, and apparently with a preference for short-ranged attacks.

    As he processed the information, something caught his attention. More sludge was seeping into the storage room through the metal door's crevice at the end of the hall. A second Grimer no doubt... Screw planning, there's no time for this. Out with the big guns!

    He recalled Minccino and, in her place, two other PokéBalls were thrown, unleashing Crix the Elekid and Gaius the Gible.
    The two rivals, born on the same day, stared at each other before turning their attention to their trainer.

    - Okay guys, there's no time to waste. We have one Grimer to take down, and another about to enter the battle! Crix, go for a Quick Attack to stun this Grimer, then Gaius, you follow it up immediately with Earth Power to bring it down! We can't let it join forces with the one that's coming in!

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    Quote Originally Posted by King Ghidorah View Post
    Suicune Effigy:

    Coolz8:
    Caught between the warring factions, you decide to attempt to play peacemaker. From your collection of mysterious possessions, you pull out a box which in itself leads to a door to apparently another dimension. From within this door, you pull out an elaborate picnic meal and present it as a way to discuss the conflict between the groups.

    The problem is…you scare the hell out of the religious fanatics.

    “WITCH! WITCH! GET HIM!” shouts one of Cozbi’s female followers.

    “FOLLOWERS! DESTROY HIM!” says Cozbi himself.

    In a sudden frenzy of commotion, the blue-and-white clad crowd begins to charge toward you. Cozbi, however, stands in the center as they pass, his eyes closed, apparently deep in prayer. The group inches closer and is about to strike. You pull back to avoid being assaulted.

    “GET BACK!” shouts the young man with eyes like Cozbi. Suddenly, he releases a Donphan on the ground in front of him who stomps and blares it’s trunk-trumpet loudly. “TAKE CARE OF THEM, DONPHAN!”

    The Donphan rears back onto it’s thick hind legs and slams it’s body down with full force creating great Magnitude. The ground cracks and trembles, bringing the crashing to the ground. The followers quickly retreat behind their preacher, who comes out of his prayer.

    “This is not the last you’ve seen of us. May Suicune have mercy on your soul,” he says. He turns abruptly, ushering his congregation away. The young man with the blue eyes recalls the Donphan and turns to you.

    “Deceitful, lying pig,” he says, referring to Cozbi. “Allow me to discuss this with you. Let us break bread together.”

    You approach the picnic you’ve set. A broad variety of foods and treats lay in front of you, their delicious scents wafting into the air. Several of the young man’s posse sit around a large sandwich ring, while the young man enjoys some sort of chicken. He invites you to sit across from him.

    “That man…Cozbi…he is my father,” the young man explains. “And my name is Raphael. He is the founder of the “Church of Suicune.” They claim to do good works in the name of Suicune, but in reality, they prey on the weak, the lost, the downtrodden and brainwash them into doing their dirty work and attempting to control people and Pokemon alike. He once had me under his evil spell, but I managed to distance myself and break free. And now I refuse to let him ruin anyone else’s life.

    My father has a knack for trying to go after those who are lost. Tell me, friend, what is it that you’re searching for?”

    What will you do?


    "Your relation seemed quite noticeable..." Frinth replies, partaking of another slice of blueberry cheesecake, with a few complementary éclairs to help nurture a person's sweet tooth.

    "Want some?" He hands over some delectable cream puffs which only resembled them yet not exactly. "This sounds familiar. His mind may be somehow deluded and he probably uses those ideas to entrance other victims into following his crimes. Am I correct?" He takes a look into his pack, and spots an explosive-type weapon. He hesitates as he remembers another part of his pledge, concerning the safety of all inhabitants of that world.

    He was only new to that universe, and the guide he stuck with was probably in anothe adventure now...

    He briefly reminisces about his first weeks in this dimension.

    It was a simple, bright day at Snowpoint City, though scheduled snowfall followed throughout the final month of the year, december. Another person who appeared to be about his age approached him. "So, would you like to join Fizzy Bubbles?" Frinth looks at him in confusion... He saw him once, in an advanced modified Pokemon arena, one who also invited him just for fun. "Rey? Hmm... What do you usually do there?" They simply conversed in front of the nearest Bar, and Frinth couldn't help but play with surrounding snow, while trying to absorb each phrase coming towards his memory.

    Though he may have somehow missed his company, he still patiently smiled, waiting for a reply in turn.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Emp View Post
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    Balmund: Rather than head for the exit and walk out on your newfangled soul mate, you decide that to your better judgement the siren might have had her reasons for taking you prisoner. Determined to find some good underneath her velvety smooth skin you apologise earnestly for slaying her pet and start to probe her about the fate of your own monsters. She avoids your question, swooning at the sound of that four letter word at the tail-end of your sentence. The mermaid’s tail coils as she glides through the crystal clear blue lost in her own world - “Ahh, he really does love me”. Opening her eyes that she’d squeezed tight wishfully, she faces you again with an embarrassed giggle.

    “Your friends?” she pauses for a second, her finger on her lip as she stares into space, “I remember! I let out your Kingdra and we had a little chat while you were sleeping...” The siren’s face suddenly grows pale and worried, trying her best to avoid your attentive glare. This becomes impossible however as she seems to suspect an air of suspicion “He kept telling me you didn’t love me. He tried to stop me from changing you... so I locked him away... Don’t worry, I’ll set him free as soon as he stops telling those vicious lies! I can take you to him right now if you don’t believe me” You catch a glint of malice in her eyes for the first time, she actually looked a bit frightening. With tensions high the siren quickly changes to subject back to you. The mermaid had a knack for manipulating conversation; one bat of her eyelashes was spellbinding, enough to steer your mind away from the growing warning signs.

    “So Bal... Tell me some more about yourself”, she says casually “I want to know every- last- naughty- detail.” With each word the maid takes a lunge forward until your noses are almost touching. Her seductive glare from a hair’s distance was enough to send any merman weak at the tailfin, and you were no exception. What will you say?
    The mermaid seems to swoon as Balmund calls her "his love". If he had any doubt about her having a crush on him, they were quickly dissapearing by now. Perhaps he could play around with this. She mentiones having freed Ephraim, only to imprison him again as he tried to stop her from transforming him, her demeanor turning dark as she recounted this. It certainly was troubling to know how she single-handedly trapped the Kingdra; Ephraim was certainly no pushover, but at least he was safe, and Balmund could count on him later on.

    "Surely, he must've misunderstood. He knows nothing about us two..." Balmund responded. "I too can play that game, hun." He thought to himself. He could tell she was manipulating the conversation to go in favor of her flow, but he was no stranger to such tactics. It was no easy task by a longshot however. While his mind was set, his body pleaded otherwise. Her beauty was simply too captivating; her gestures completely spellbinding. He could for once empathize with how it was like to fight under the influence of attraction. He wondered how long it would take before he completely lost his mind to lustful desire.

    She then asks him to tell her more about himself, lunging forward ever so seductively until their noses were practically touching each other. Balmund's heart was racing, and he could almost feel the spines along his tailfin stiffen. "I want you, isn't that more than you need to know? To feel you, smell you, taste you, be with you." He smiled a naughty grin. "You tell me more about yourself." He said, edging even closer to her. He could almost feel her lips pressing against his', but he didn't want to go beyond that, no, not by his own initiative, but oh did it hurt so bad. Her reaction would be invaluable though. He needed to know how much he could influence her if he had any hope of doing something about this situation.
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    Quote Originally Posted by King Ghidorah View Post

    allishinca: You’re right in your assumption about the Light Screen, but it appears with Pluto’s typing, the Voltorb is trying everything and anything to attempt to cause damage and protect itself.

    On your command, Pluto lunges towad the Voltorb, easily passing through the Light Screen. Pluto grabs the Voltorb and startles it, Leering eerily into it’s face before slashing across it with a big Scratch. The Voltorb panics and blasts Pluto off with a Charge Beam, sending Pluto flying.

    Pluto gets to his feet, only to find the Voltorb headed directly for him with a Rollout. However, Pluto dives out of the way, and the Voltorb collides with the broad side of a large boulder, sending it ricocheting off stalagmites and stalactites like a pinball in a pinball machine. Finally, the Voltorb comes to a stop, taking a considerable amount of damage.

    The thought of capturing this Voltorb undoubtedly crosses your mind.

    What will you do?
    Luckily enough, Alli was correct in her assumptions of how Light Screen would effect battle. Pluto lunged forward through the glorious light wall and managed to grab hold of the Voltorb. He quickly glared the Voltorb in the eyes and gave it a frightening Leer before raising a furry paw and Scratching it across the face. The cave was suddenly alight with a blinding light as the Voltorb shot Pluto off of him while a flashy Charge Beam. Alli had been caught off guard, and rubbed her eyes due to the bright light. Pluto was blasted across the cave, where he collided with a large boulder, and then slowly slid to the ground. Pluto got up with his fur spiked and smoldering from the electricity.

    "You okay Pluto?"
    Alli shouted to him after regaining her eye sight.

    Pluto had no time to respond, as he noticed the Voltorb heading straight for him with a Rollout attack.
    "Watch out!" Alli yipped, aghast.

    Pluto dived out of the way, leaving the Voltorb to smack directly into the large rock that Pluto had just hit. This in reaction caused the Voltorb to go ricocheting off to the cave walls. Alli dived out of the way just in time as the Voltorb when flying above her head. The humorous appearance of the Voltorb acting as a pinball made Alli roll around in laughter, despite their desperate situation. Nothing could cheer her up faster than the fond memories of her toys.

    Pluto let his face fall into the palm of his paw, and wished that his trainer would stop embarrassing him.

    While Alli was still on the ground laughing, the Voltorb had stopped its pinball act and now spun around slowly in the corner of the cave. Alli noticed it was clearly dizzy and disoriented and an idea sprang to her mind. She quickly hopped to her feet and pulled out Pokeball [2/5] which she chucked at the muddled monster.

    Pluto watched through his claws as the ball flew through the air and collided with the Voltorb, causing him to disappear into the ball with a flash of light. Pluto looked irritably over at Alli, as he was feeling fairly confident in that battle and didn't appreciate her intervention. Alli did not noticed Pluto's look of annoyance, as her eyes were firmly fixated on the jiggling Pokeball.


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    Quote Originally Posted by King Ghidorah View Post
    [b]Suicune Effigy:
    OkikuMew: Max is in trouble. Big trouble. It pains you to see him being brutalized by this much larger, more experienced, more aggressive Dodrio, and it’s gone off on a rampage that it can’t seem to stop.

    You plea for Max to hang in there, and rather than run off, you think it’s best to put up a valiant fight. The dog Pokemon stumbles to his feet, growling at the Dodrio, who as you predicted, seems to have forgotten what it’s doing or where it is. The three heads begin squawking and pecking at each other causing a bit of damage, allowing Max to catch his breath. On your command, your little gray ball of fur launches himself at the Dodrio with a big Tackle attempt, colliding with the Dodrio’s abdomen. Max, however, simply bounces off, allowing the Dodrio heads to refocus it’s attention on Max.

    Uh oh.

    Dodrio begins whipping up a powerful Tri Attack to put Max away, but suddenly out of nowhere, a Swellow suddenly appears on the scene, slashing across Dodrio’s throats with a powerful Aerial Ace. Dodrio falls to it’s knees and Swellow moves in assaulting the Triple Bird up close, showing what a Brave Bird Swellow really is. The Swellow relents, and Max sees his opportunity to land one last Tackle. Dodrio has fainted.Level up for Max. You smile and begin to go for one of the Pokeballs from your waist to make a glorious capture, but suddenly, an Ultra Ball comes flying from over your shoulder and hits Dodrio, sucking it up into a ball of light. Being unable to fight, the capture is complete. Somebody stole your capture!

    In a furious rage, you turn to try and capture your scavenger. You see this young lady.

    “Sorry,” she says. “You look like you needed some help.” She walks up to Max who is still banged up from the battle, and she sprays him with a Super Potion, instantly perking him up.

    “My name is Skyla,” she says. “I’m kind of a Flying-type expert. I’ve been tracking this Dodrio for days now. I hope you’re not angry.”

    What will you do?
    Well, things goes kind of according to plan, at least for the start: the Dodrio got confused, which gives Max a break and a chance to hit him hard. ...But what I didn't expect the flying-yet-non-winged Pokémon snap out of its confusion prepare a horrible Tri Attack, which I know it is not pweety...

    But before he got the change to let go his attack, a wild Swellow appeared and hit it right into its neck with an Aerial Ace, followed by a Brave Bird! Finally seeing light at the end of that dark tunnel, I order my dog Pokémon launch one last Tackling hurrah... And it works! K.O.! I jump for joy, until I stop all of a sudden: Wait a minute, this is my chance to catch that thing! I quickly search in my backpack for one of my Pokéballs... But then I saw I black and yellow one, that I reconize as an Ultra Ball, flies right to the three-headed bird, opens up to gobble it up... What!? How... I could try to do something, but Max's too tired... and it's too late: Dodrio is captured by not-me. I turn around to see who in the world stole my capture...

    "Sorry," a familiar young woman says, "you looked like you needed some help."

    Hey wait a minute... I know her! Her being here really caught me by surprise, enough to take over the anger I had! Well, the fact she came up and healed Max back on his feet kinda helps too... Although I could've healed him myself.

    "My name is Skyla," the gym leader continues, "I’m kind of a Flying-type expert. I’ve been tracking this Dodrio for days now. I hope you’re not angry."

    "I-I'm fine," I mumble as I nervously scratch the back of my head, still a bit surprised and embarassed, "I did needed some help, thanks." I pause a bit, thinking what to say next. "In a way I'm glad you caught it, I don't think I wouldn't be able to handle that wild crazy thing... You say it took you days to find it? You should've used beef jerky as bait!" I laugh.

    Max lowly growls, feeling a bit snarkly about my joke.

    "I know you, you're the flying-type Gym Leader in Unova. I'm Okiku, believe it or not, at my age, I'm just starting being a Pokémon trainer; This is actually our first adventure... and our first battle. Oh," presenting my Poochyena with my hand, "and this little guy is my best friend Max."

    He looks at me with those eyes that if he could talk, he would probably told me he wants his piece of dried meat back and some revenge on the side, even if the Dodrio ate it a good while ago and he defeated him (although with some help). I put my hands on my hips and shake my head, smiling.

    "...And he's still angry about his stolen piece of jerky."

    I secretly grab the bag of the leftover jerky, ready to throw him one to cheer him up.


    And in related news...
    ...Tink! Dadadadaaa! First level up ever for Max! He's now level 6! Yay!

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    Cascade Waterfall

    Kaisap: If you had known being at one with nature meant this, you might have ventured to the urban metropolis of Seaside City instead – your heart racing in panic as the gargantuan tire veered into the tree trunk with tremendous force. Bark splintered off in all directions, the branch Kitty was desperately fastened to bending on her weight as she mews in distress. Still not liking your odds of a brawl with the big momma, you try one last time to win her over and show her you have no bad intentions. You frantically wave your arms to grab its attention, plucking a clove of berries from your backpack. It’s only when the eldest of the Phanpy brood joins in trumpeting and stamping its feet that the mother decelerates. The elephant untucks from its Rollout, eyeing you warily and furrowing its trunk to catch a scent of the berries. The Donphan grunts, ramming one of the Phanpy toward you signalling its trust. The calves start pawing at your legs eagerly as you offer out the berries. A feeling of deep relief washes over you, until you realise you’d forgotten someone.

    “Wrowwwww” Kitty cries in despair. The feline had managed to hoist herself onto the branch that she was now hugging for her life. It looked like she was too far up to climb down and needed a helping hand. The Donphan seems to have caught sight of this dilemma and grunts again to catch your attention. She’d lowered her trunk for you to stand on - it looked as though she wanted to crane you up with it. Before you could make a decision, another sound starts racketing from above. Inside a tree hollow a small Hoothoot’s amber eyes flickered on like a pair of flashlights. It hops onto the Skitty’s branch, bags under its eye markings as it clips its beak grouchily. It looked as though the Donphan’s ramming had woken it up, and it was looking for a scrap with Kitty! You quickly have a lot more on your plate than a cat stuck up a tree, but at least this fight was evenly matched. What will you do?
    The mother Donphan slammed at the tree Kitty was hanging from, making splinters fly, but luckily enough Kitty didn’t fly with them. Instead, Kitty hung on for her dear life, meowing helplessly. Noriko decided to try her last trick, offering the baby Phanpy berries. The little Phanpy seemed to have a better understanding of others than his mother, loudly stomping his feet and trumpeting at the mother to stop harassing the guests. Finally the Donphan gave up, uncurling from her attack before ushering one of the Phanpy at Noriko with her big trunk.

    The Phanpy weren’t shy about their interest in the berries, pawing at Noriko, who started handing out the berries. All of a sudden the calm moment was interrupted by a loud meow from the tree. Noriko quickly remembered her partner in distress, gently attempting to push Phanpy away in order to get to Kitty. Mother Donphan was quick to catch on, offering her trunk for leverage.

    Unfortunately, Kitty wasn’t alone on the tree. A small Hoothoot, apparently woken from a deep sleep, hopped on the tree branch with eyes wide open. Noriko noticed the similarity between those eyes and huge flashlights, but her thoughts were interrupted when the Hoothoot started snapping its beak in a threatening manner. Kitty had to get down to safety from that branch, fast!

    Noriko swallowed, thinking hard. “Kitty, let go of the branch and use Bullet Seed toward the ground to slow down your fall!” While giving the command Noriko started running toward the tree. “Donphan, could you help Kitty by catching her with your trunk?” She could think about battling Hoothoot after Kitty was safely on ground-level.

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    Thrain:
    You do your best to make amends with Mr. Leonardi and the ranger, and try to thwart the situation from escalating even further than it already has. However, regardless of your sincere apology, it appears to fall on deaf ears. Rather than make things a bigger deal, you decide it’s best to just go put your tail between your legs and go about your trip, laying low.

    The ranger leads you and your group out through the lodge and onto a dirt path leading toward a large wooded area. You hear the various calls of Pokemon living in the trees as you walk along the path, enveloped in dense green foliage.

    “At Crater Lake,” the ranger explains, “we do our best to preserve nature’s pure and undisturbed beauty. We feel it is our responsibility to assure that guests enjoy the lake, but do so in a respectful manner. I implore you not to veer from our path at any time unless instructed to, for your own safety and for the safety of the group.”

    The ranger’s words resonate with you. You look up and notice Mr. Leonardi not paying attention, his chubby fingers tapping incessantly as he texts somebody on a cell phone, apparently too cool to have to pay attention.

    Finally, you arrive at a large rock formation. It’s large, rocky crags intrigue the adventurer in you, and you notice the path winds up to the peak where a red flag blows in the wind.

    “All right, group,” the ranger says. “As part of our nature hike, we’re going to have a few partner challenges. These are meant to be fun and are meant to be done safely. Whichever team reaches the top of this mountain and grabs the red flag first wins.
    This is a race. As you can see, various paths lead to the top of the mountain, and each team will start at a different path. Each path presents it’s own challenges. I’d like you all now to choose partners.”

    The group goes off in a buzz. You turn in excitement to try and befriend one of the other seven hikers, praying that you don’t get paired up with Leonardi. But each time as you turn, you hear the other hikers making agreements to partner up. Turning every which way, you finally lock eyes with Leonardi.

    “Oh no! No way!” Leonardi protests. “I refuse to partner with him!”

    “Calm down, Alex,” says the ranger. “Maybe this will be good for you. You and Eric will start at the Western Path Entrance.”

    Your heart sinks a bit. Not only is Leonardi a jerk, but he doesn’t really appear to be very valuable in a race. Amidst his continued protests, the ranger escorts you both to the Western path.

    “Look, just listen to whatever I say to do,” Leonardi commands. “You’re obviously incapable of intelligent thought, so just stay out of my way.”

    Once everyone is in place, the ranger raises his starter gun and fires it into the air. You take off running, ignoring Leonardi, who jogs behind you gasping for air. After running a few meters, you come across a crevice in the earth. It’s a bit too far to jump across, and there’s no way around it. You notice some wood and tools lying near by and a few trees with long, dangling vines stand near by. You could use some of these things to your advantage, or you could try to come up with a solution on your own. Leonardi eventually catches up with you, but thankfully can’t speak as he gasps for air. You both need to get across.

    What will you do?

    Leaving the dining hall and ascending the stairs to the lobby, Eric trailed behind the group of seven other hikers in hopes that they'd ignore him. The earlier scene with Blaze had been quite embarrassing, and he could not quite wipe away Mr. Leonardi's remarks as if they were nothing. It was Blaze's fault, after all, Eric thought to himself. Of course, Leonardi could have refrained from responding in that manner. Eric was interrupted from his thinking when the hikers stepped out into the clearing. Turning left, the throng started walking down a dirt path that meandered away from the lodge and up the mountain. Trees of all shapes and sizes lined the trail, draping their arms over the tourists as if to shield them from the blazing sun. Pokémon twittered and chirped throughout the underbrush, breaking the silence with a nice undertone of noise. Eric walked a short distance behind Leonardi, noticing that he was texting on his cell phone and ignoring his surroundings. It's a miracle he hasn't fallen already.

    "At Crater Lake," the tour guide ranger began, "we do our best to preserve nature's pure and undisturbed beauty. We feel it is our responsibility to assure that guests enjoy the lake, but do so in a respectful manner. I implore you not to veer from our path at any time unless instructed to, for your own safety and for the safety of the group." Nodding that he understood, Eric couldn't help but notice that Mr. Leonardi was still distracted, crunching numbers on his phone.

    After another ten minutes of hiking, the group finally arrived at what looked to be their destination: a large formation of rock that rose to a peak high in the air. From Eric's vantage point, he could just make out a shimmer of red stuck at the very top. Noticing his confusion, the ranger explained that this part of the tour consisted of a partner challenge. "Whichever team reaches the top of this mountain and grabs the red flag first wins. This is a race. As you can see, various paths lead to the top of the mountain, and each team will start at a different path. Each path presents it’s own challenges. I’d like you all now to choose partners."

    Swiveling around quickly after hearing the ranger's final request, Eric walked over to the nearest hiker and was just about to ask to be partners, when someone else beat him to it before he had the chance. Looking around, Eric found that everyone else had found a companion excluding... Mr. Alexander Leonardi. Groaning inwardly, Eric locked eyes with the man, walking over to stand next to him. Leonardi argued heavily the he could never be partners with Eric after the little escapade back at the lodge, but the ranger disagreed. "Calm down, Alex," he said. "Maybe this will be good for you. You and Eric will start at the Western Path entrance." This little statement did nothing to calm down the wealthy man; he argued incessantly as the ranger led them over to their path.

    Once the ranger left them to commence the race, Leonardi turned his attention to Eric. "Look, just listen to whatever I say to do. You're obviously incapable of intelligent thought, so just stay out of my way." The words stung, but Eric bit down his angered reaction and just smiled at the man knowingly, which obviously enraged him even more. Just then, a shot rang through the air.

    "Oh, that's our signal. Let's go!" Eric said, running up the path. Maintaining a fast jog, Eric continued his pace for a minute or two, but then stopped dead in his tracks when he came to a large crevice gouged out of the earth. Glancing behind, Eric found Mr. Leonardi several yards behind him, gasping for air as he waddled up the side of the rock formation. Hmm, this must be the challenge portion of the race. It's obviously too wide to jump, and it'd take us too long to find an alternate route. Eric looked down and noticed several tools and wood gathered in a pile. Aha! We can use this to our advantage, Eric thought, holding up a nail gun. Leonardi finally arrived by Eric's side, glancing down in horror at the chasm as he gasped for air. "Alright, Mr. Leonardi. I know you don't really like me very much, but we're going to have to work together to win this race. Let bygones be bygones for right now; we can do this, but you'll have to listen to me. Please load the nail gun here while I go chop down some vines from those trees," Eric ordered. He motioned to the nails at his feet, then ran over to the bank of trees lining the crevice, and pulled out Blaze's Poké Ball. "Come on out, buddy!" he called.

    Blaze barked in excitement as he materialized in front of Eric; the excitement quickly grew to confusion as he looked upon the scene before him. "I'll explain later," Eric said. "Right now please jump into the tree and Bite down some vines." Blaze had the job finished in no time, and Eric collected the vines and ran over to Leonardi. Taking the nail gun, Eric tied the vines together, nailing the knots to keep everything in place. At the very end of the last vine, Eric tied on a lasso. Picking up the newly created rope, he ran over to the side of the chasm and threw it, lasso-end first, towards the bank of trees on the other side of the crevice. Eric pulled and felt the rope snag onto something. "Let's hope my plan works!" he called behind him to Leonardi. "As soon as I'm across, I'll throw the rope back over and you can repeat the process." Eric returned Blaze to his Poké Ball, took a deep breath, and then jumped across the gap in the earth...


    Last edited by Thrain; 7th July 2012 at 5:13 PM.

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