I set off the university in less than an hour. Since I take my studies (and social life) very seriously, I’m taking a break from updating giving you guys a break from adventuring. This will probably last until November-December, there’s a small chance I might update before then but I wouldn’t count on it. So I hope everyone doesn’t mind and is okay with hanging tight. I look forward to finishing most of your adventures when we start up again!
Raine's Wildlife Park
Son of Shadows: “Sorry for the interruption folks”, Terri announces down the tannoy, “and without further ado, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the amazing Shamu!” The crowd starts to roar with excitement which muffles down through the clear waters. Sat slack on the Wailord’s tongue you can’t help feeling overcome with nerves. You’d gone through the improvised routine with the whale and it was now in his fins to deliver a show stopping performance. As Shamu rises through the water you count down in your head... Three, two, one... Suddenly splashes of white foam erupt from the water as the blue whale surfaces, water running off its huge body. You hastily slip out of its mouth as it belches up a Mist of white smoke which billows across the waterfront to a rapture of oohs and aahs. The sound team are right on the ball as the arena starts to fill with mysterious music, slowly building as it fills the air with suspense. With Shamu nothing but a silhouette you swim a safe distance to the edge of the tank so not to be crushed. The music suddenly builds to a climax and Wailord takes flight! Bouncing out of the white veil and into the stratosphere you watch in awe as the float whale Pokémon clears hundreds of feet before slumping back down. The crowd breaks into applause as the Pokémon starts hurtling back into the arena with building momentum... But Shamu isn’t finished yet! He tails off the combo by Spurting Water from his blowhole like a fountain – soaking everyone in the audience. The crowd goes wild as the white jets rain down, cheering and whistling filling you with a great deal of satisfaction until... You hear a faint chopping growing louder, and before you have time to sweep the skies the Wailord comes bombing into the water with a massive splash – the force of which pulling you under.
You race back to the surface, suspicions of Team Aqua’s final gambit starting to grow in your head. As you break through the threshold with a gasp of air the atmosphere couldn’t be any different. People in the crowd were screaming and shuffling toward the exits, Poochyena yapping them into an orderly line. The chopping sound was ringing in your ears, and following it to the sky you spot jet black apache helicopter with a blue ‘A’ painted on its doors. Recognising the turquoise insignia as the sign of Team Aqua, you instinctively bowl out of the tank and onto dry land. The chopping of the helicopter blades starts to move closer toward the pool which was now rippling in the blustering wind of the apache. Paralysed with fear and curiosity you watch as the doors whoosh open and a bundle of black ropes shoot down to the water’s surface. The tassels home into Shamu, the whale moaning helplessly as they bind around his fins giving him no leeway. The helicopter starts picking up altitude again, the water rising around the blue whale as it’s slowly lifted out of the water! Now was the time for action, your eyes sweep across the arena and find a set of ladders leading to the scaffolding where the lights were dangled from. From such a high vantage you might stand a good chance at stopping the helicopter. Before you can set the plan into motion, a redheaded woman sporting an Aqua uniform interrupts your chain of thought. “What do you think you’re doin’! Get in line with the rest of ‘em!” If the grunt’s threatening tone wasn’t enough, her barking Poochyena and snapping Corphish might be enough to stop you in your tracks. What will you do?
Dark Searchman & Trainer Andy: You can hardly tell the sea from the sky as violent waves crash against the boat with thunderous sprays. Thunder claps again, the boat rocking wildly as Briney steers against tide with impressive skill – but with the sail filling with rain it wouldn’t hold for long. Faced with impossible odds you decide to round up as many of the local ocean dwellers as possible to take on the legendary. Putting your heads together you wrack up a set of orders for each band of Pokémon to follow, prepped as you’ll ever be for the fight of your life. Delilah nods, prodding her trainer affectionately with her bulbs before disappearing into the black waters. Hyrem watches the yellow lights drift down the surf at blinding speed, joining onto the school of luminescent Pokémon. She relays your orders to her siblings who quickly shift into position. Meanwhile, Kray had kicked his way to the sea groyne snapping his pincers eagerly at the colony of crabs. The rowdier of the Pokémon take charge, breaking off into the harsh waters. One of Kray’s brothers gives him a nuggie before creating a line ahead of the sailboat. The Lanturn and Eelektross pods surface around them, forming a small battalion ready to let off a distraction. In unison the Pokémon wave their pincers and fins, the Surf becoming more turbulent swelling ahead and rolling into a tidal wave. Picking up size and ploughing onwards it quickly eclipses the Sea Basin Pokémon from view. Reaching its peak a few hundred feet in the air the tsunami starts to break. Squinting to see ahead, your hearts both skip a beat as Kyogre retaliates with a surging mass of its own, matching the tsunami in strength and size. The two Surf collide, curling into each other with a deafening crash. The flood of ocean starts to collapse on itself, the force from both waves churning together to form a giant whirlpool. Whilst most of the Pokémon are agile enough to break away from its current, several Chinchou, Tynamo, Corphish and Krabby are pulled into the eddy. And despite Briney Sr.’s seafaring prowess his boat is helpless to escape the torrent!
You both grab ahold of the mast as the whirlpool sucks your in, the ship spiralling downward at tenacious speeds whilst the old sailor tries to resist. The deck was filling with water now, its salty spray filling your nose and leaving a tangy taste in your mouth. All you could do was hold on tight as the rollercoaster ride kicked into overdrive. Meanwhile phase two of your plan was going ahead as sparks flew up and down the platoon of electric types, shooting off a joint Thunder Wave which arced toward the orca, hitting it in the dorsal fin before it could dodge. Electricity dances up and down the legendary Pokémon’s body, looking to slow it down but not keep it at bay. This attack had given the band of crustaceans enough leeway to skirt past the whirlpool and position themselves a good distance in Kyogre’s rear for a surprise attack. Kray is the first one to brave a close distance hit, smacking the Sea Faring Pokémon on the tail fin with a Thunder Punch. Whilst doing nothing more than tickle the orca, the incoming 10,000 horsepower Hammer strokes from the rest of the Crabs manages to get its attention as it veers around in fury. With its smouldering eyes leering down on the colony the black clouds above start to rumble as it lets loose a powerful Thunder. The lightning strike lands in the middle of the crustaceans, the water working as a conductor to effectively fry the whole army in one fell swoop. Most of them drop like flies, a few further out managing to avoid the electrocuting. With its back turned the deep sea predators make their move, joining together to create field of electromagnetism. The Shock Wave of energy explodes down the stormy seas, pelting the killer whale for a good deal of damage. The Kyogre u-turns toward the shore ready to unleash its wrath on the fish. A tenaciously powerful jet of Water Spouts from the orca’s blowhole, gunning down half a dozen Eelektrik and Eelektross like a machine gun. From what you both make out as you spiralled out of control the Kyogre was making plenty of holes in your team’s defences. Briney’s voice manages to break over the din of the churning eddy as he tugs on the sail with all his strength, “Just keep holding him off! I’m gunna try and pull this thing out of the current!”
Balmund: With a shark attack narrowly escaped not without the loss of another innocent life, the mermaid leaves you with a final gambit: journey further into the depths of the underwater dungeons alone for Ephraim and Lily’s safe passage. The swash of ocean rings through your ears as you weigh up your options. She lies. She could be lying right now, there was no way you could trust her. But you couldn’t afford to defy her either. Her threat was sincere, and if you turned down her bargain the death of the last standing traveller would be on your hands. Your eyes sweep across the coliseum: the passage to the dungeons, the terrified traveller and your greatest weapon undersea. You settle on Ephraim, who returns a noble gaze – determined to protect you from harm. You’d made your decision and this couldn’t be so, you had to go at it alone. Whilst the seahorse protests he eventually forfeits under your uncompromising tone, destroying Lily’s bounds and allowing her trembling arms to wrap around his spiny neck. You take one last fleeting look at them before facing the gateway ahead. Ready to meet your destiny...
The light from the battleground only stretches a few meters down the passageway before being consumed by a pitch blackness that makes it impossible to tell what lay ahead. A quiver runs down your tail as faint noises echo from the bowels of the trail, and with a great gulp you muster up all your courage to press on. Breaking into a breaststroke you allow the darkness to swallow you whole. Eyes adjusting to no avail you start to rely on your other senses. You strain your ears for any sign of movement ahead, but the tunnel remains filled with a deadly silence. You swim for what feels like minutes, occasionally brushing your tail against the side of the channel and bearing back to the centre with a jerk. There’s no telling how far you’d travelled through the depth’s of the lagoon’s labyrinth by now, however your pupils suddenly dilate as a red light flickers into view at the end of the tunnel. Like a homing beacon the scarlet lure draws you in, the jagged cave walls smouldering under its luminosity. You come to a halt at the foot of the red light, which you quickly recognize as a gem stone encrusted onto a large conch. Your eyes follow the bivalve down to the pink figure it was latched onto, a red and white ruff around its neck and a zen-like expression on its face. The Slowking starts to speak mechanically, no doubt drunk on the mermaid’s Hypnosis.
“Only a man with unmatched wit may go on to the final game. Answer my riddle on your first guess – I will let you pass. Answer wrongly – I attack. Remain silent – I will let you walk away from me, unscathed”, Your stomach slips a few notches as you gaze ahead nonplussed. You weigh your chances. If the riddle was too hard, you could keep silent, double back unharmed and try to find an alternate route to the dungeon. But that seemed unlikely. Stripped of your backup your only option seemed to be solving the riddle on the first attempt. Your thoughts are stammered as the Slowking’s mouth draws open, your ears fixed intently on every last word resonating from its lips:
’From the Sea Basin I took a Water Weed and gave it to a Tiny Turtle. What am I?’
Myahoo: Behind schedule for your rendezvous with Volkner you race en route to the liaison point only to find the Gym Leader awol! It looked like he’d bitten off more than he could chew, but these thoughts don’t manage to draw a great deal of sympathy on your part. His danger seeking personality had really grated on you and a little part of you can’t help thinking he got what was coming to him. You weigh up your next course of action. Even if Volkner was in trouble, there was nothing a rookie like you could do. However you couldn’t live with the guilt of just leaving him there. You still had a job to do, and after one last fleeting look at the force field you bear toward the western corridor toward the basement. Upon turning left down the path you come across a long flight of dark stairs, tempted to wake up the resting echidna for his torchlight. With hard swallow you brave the decent, allowing darkness to completely consume you. Twisting a doorknob at the foot of the stairs, light quickly breaks through the crack. You break through the threshold to a small box-like room. There were three Pokéballs on the floor in a perfect square, with a blast mark where the fourth should’ve been. Your eyes then shift toward Volkner, who was sprawled on the floor. Blood was trickling from his blond hair, his clothes charred and his face black with ash.
Fearing the worst you run to his aid, grabbing his hand and feeling a pulse. With a low groan he tries lifting his head but it’s too painful. Eyes still shut, he cracks a half smile, “Looks like I was wrong about seeking danger... Guess I just got so carried away I started acting reckless... Look, I’m sorry for dragging you into this but we still have a job to do...” His hand wearily lifts off the floor and points toward the three Pokéballs. You examine them with apprehension. One of them was a trap, a Voltorb in disguise set to detonate against trespassers. Who knew if the other three were really Pokéballs? Another grunt brings you out of deep thought, “The switch is underneath one of those balls...” Pick any of the three Pokéballs. If you’re lucky it’ll be a regular Pokéball, but if you pick wrong the results could be explosive... Good luck!
Kaisap: Picking the brambles out of your hair as you rise to your feet, it suddenly dawns on you like a crashing wave. Team Rocket had poached the Donphan and planned on trading it on the black market. It was a trainer’s duty to protect wild Pokémon, and as the only trainer for a mile off the burden fell on your shoulders. You take one fleeting look at the owl sprawled on top of the snaking vines of the undergrowth and dripping with saliva. Deciding on a whim to add it to your ranks you tap it on the beak with a Pokéball, vacuuming it in a flare of red light. The Pokémon doesn’t even give a struggle as the ball clicks to signal Congratulations! Lv. 9 Hoothoot ♀ caught! Kitty gives a whine but you shrug off her protests by breaking out onto the banks of the waterfall to hatch a plan. The look of feat in the Phanpy calf’s beady eyes is enough to fuel your ambition, and as a out of breath ranger comes staggering out of the woods behind you it looked like you weren’t the only one tailing the band of crooks. His green eyes glint with understanding as you explain what just happened and how you’d seen the apache headed over the cascading waterfall. Bent on rescuing the Donphan who’d just saved your life you quickly offer him your back up. He fixes his glasses weighing up your proposal.
“Well, I-I’d be lying if I didn’t say I need all the help I can get. I’m not really c-cut out for field work, but it’s something I need to experience if I want to become a f-fully qualified ranger”, Deadalus smiles and nods – shifting his attention to the pink kitten that’d just started rubbing against his boots for attention, “Nice to meet you little fella”, he says whilst edging back tentatively, “Sorry, I’m allergic to cat Pokémon. My partner Pokémon’s right behi-“ He cuts off mid sentence, swooping over his shoulders and doubling back on himself in panic. It looked as though the ranger had lost track of his cohort as he suddenly started yelling “ICARUS!” at the top of his voice. A feeling of unease wriggles to the front of your mind, maybe you’d have more chance on the mission alone. After a few awkward moments that seemed to stretch for minutes you finally spot a bluish bird soaring high through the clouds carrying what looked like a dead Rattatta in its talons. The Rufflet gives no acknowledgement to its trainer and continues circling the sky with its prey.
“Icarus! I-I told you not to fly too close to the sun! Get d-down here now we have an important mission!” his lack of confidence in commanding the Pokémon seems to show, the eaglet only descending to pick at the dead rodent. Deadalus’ reaction to his partner’s hunting skills makes yours to Skitty’s seem like nothing. His eyes stray as far away from the scene as possible, “this is Icarus. I got partnered with him b-but I don’t think we could be any less alike”. You smile toward the bird before faltering as it started to pick out rat intestines like worms with its sharp beak. Kitty’s tail sticks up as she hisses scathingly. As you turn back to face Deadalus he appears to have been struck with inspiration, frantically rummaging through his backpack. Following the sound of rattling tin cans he finally prizes a map from its bottom. Unfolding it he silently scans it with his finger, muttering words under his breath in deep thought. Suddenly a half smile beckons on his clammy face as he lowers the map from under his face.
“Of course!” Deadalus points at the crashing waterfall with a look of madness, “The nearest Team Rocket Headquarters should be a kilometre in this direction, but it’s also th-thousands of feet below ground. I bet that there is a secret tunnel leading to it at the back of that waterfall!” You home in on the waterfall – a cascading ribbon of silky water louder than the roar of a freight train. The white spray crashes down on the plunge pool, springing up around the sharp rocks in frothy surf. Just ahead of the minefield of rocks and the white water rapids was your destination, but the current looked impossible to swim against. The ranger seems to think this too, eyes sweeping over the lake intently. Suddenly! A puffer fish leaps out of the waters giving Deadalus half a second to whip out his Capture Styler. He brandishes it the wrong way round, nervously spinning it the right way and taking aim. With the flick of his wrist he creates a ring of white light, which slowly gets smaller as it closes around the Qwilfish. As the ring merges with the balloon Pokémon the ranger rubs the back of his head with a dopey smile, “That’s the first time that’s actually worked!” Under his command the puffer fish swims to the shore and the ranger, testing the water with his foot, shuts his eyes tight and lunges onto it. With a splash he buoys up to the surface with his arms wrapped around the Qwilifish’s spiny body. Spitting out water the Ranger glances back over his shoulder, “I almost forgot... Uh... D-do you have a water Pokémon to Surf on or should I get this one to make two trips?”