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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: You and Myrtle are still at conflict with each other, and in a place which is so obviously wrong, you don’t want to be at war. In all honesty, unlike others who have wandered in here in the past, you have already changed your mind and want to go home or to a Pokemon Centre so that your partner can recuperate. Myrtle refuses to show her weakness in front of you.

    With reluctance you continue on, water sloshing about your feet as you exit what appears to be the captain’s cabin and out to a hallway. Myrtle sways after you, and you take a few steps along a hallway with heavy doors lining either side of you before something scares you out of your wits. Something screeches. It isn’t shrill, but sounds like a mixture of a computer connecting to dial-up and one of the doors protesting on its hinges. Myrtle swings round to face the source of the noise behind you both... But nothing is there.

    “We’re not alone.” You realise, stating the obvious. Such stupid remarks don’t normally go down too well with present company. While your feet normally make noise moving, you try to listen, but the silence deafens you again. Unless this thing has slipped out of the ship as quickly as it apparently entered, it cannot have gone far.

    What do you do?

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: You and Myrtle are still at conflict with each other, and in a place which is so obviously wrong, you don’t want to be at war. In all honesty, unlike others who have wandered in here in the past, you have already changed your mind and want to go home or to a Pokemon Centre so that your partner can recuperate. Myrtle refuses to show her weakness in front of you.

    With reluctance you continue on, water sloshing about your feet as you exit what appears to be the captain’s cabin and out to a hallway. Myrtle sways after you, and you take a few steps along a hallway with heavy doors lining either side of you before something scares you out of your wits. Something screeches. It isn’t shrill, but sounds like a mixture of a computer connecting to dial-up and one of the doors protesting on its hinges. Myrtle swings round to face the source of the noise behind you both... But nothing is there.

    “We’re not alone.” You realise, stating the obvious. Such stupid remarks don’t normally go down too well with present company. While your feet normally make noise moving, you try to listen, but the silence deafens you again. Unless this thing has slipped out of the ship as quickly as it apparently entered, it cannot have gone far.

    What do you do?
    As Keith and Myrtle continued on, a sudden screeching noise made Keith jump. Myrtle was also startled by it, but managed to not let it show. Instead, she swung around to face the source of the noise, but saw nothing.

    "We're not alone," Keith stated, his eyes shifting from side to side warily.

    "You think?" Myrtle snapped, her voice shaking ever so slightly from a combination of nerves and nausea. Ignoring her, Keith listened hard, trying to hear something, anything, that might have made that noise, but all is quiet once more. Deciding that whatever made the noise couldn't have gone that far, Keith wheeled around and started walking in the general direction from which the noise had come.

    "Oh, that is real-ly in-tel-li-gent," Myrtle grumbled, rolling her eyes as she followed Keith. "Hear-ing a hor-rid scree-ching noise, and then cha-sing af-ter the source. Bril-li-ant. Just bril-li-ant."

    "You know I gotta try and find out who or what made that noise, Myrtle," Keith stated. Indeed, the odd screeching had piqued his curiosity just as much as it had frightened him out of his wits, and he intended to find the source.

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    OOC: Sorry to have taken so long with y'all. University and illness has kept me back, as you know. I'm on the mend now and not back until just before February university-wise, so now that I've written through the writers block, I hope to be more regular again! Let's do this!

    To those whose updates aren't here, your adventures are officially on hold. Amphy, Tim, etc - if you return, PM me and I'll link you to your adventures, then pick you back up as soon as I'm freer once again.

    Suicune’s Effigy

    LASL: You have a few issues in terms of mental stability, apparently. You first think that the stranger might be a mad scientist, despite the fact he looks neither mad nor like a scientist. At the very least, you go forth and answer the question, keeping your cool. The musician isn’t angry, after all, just concerned, and your childhood hero Suicune is majestically supporting you from a short distance away.

    “You didn’t disturb me at all. And thank you very much for the compliment – it was nice to have an audience, even if it’s just one person.” He replies with perfect calm. He, too, shifts his gaze to the beautiful statue, admiring it in silence for a few seconds before speaking again. “I’m sure you could play an instrument if you wanted to. If you could, what instrument would you play?” He asks you out of interest.

    As you reply, and the man listens, your Spearow looks up to the sky with caution. The clear morning that you had been grateful for is at threat of disappearing. In the distance, grey clouds are slowly crawling in the direction of the coastal town, and the wind is beginning to pick up, ruffling the Pokemon’s feathers. Still, they might pass over with any luck from the elements, and it’s too early to tell if a storm’s on the approach or a mere shower.

    What do you do?



    El released an internal sigh of relief, he wasn't angry at all! Not that he had looked it in the first place but, well, she wasn't quite out of the age range where stranger danger was a relevant phrase. Good to know that she wouldn't have to bring out the semimurderbug, too. But enough musing, she had a conversation to hold, and the nice man had asked a question! But boy, instruments brought her back to a time before she'd met Sparow even. "Well, when I was five mum and dad had piano lessons for me, but my fingers were too stubby to do much. Still are really." To emphasise her point she held her hands beside her face and wriggled her fingers about. They weren't exactly slender and feminine, quite the opposite really thanks to a rather outdoorsy lifestyle. And that band-aid on her ring finger probably should have come off a few days ago.

    Er, wait, conversation! She could muse over her fingers later, now she had to socialise. "Heh, sorry, easily distracted." Oh man that pandaid wasn't going to stop bugging her now. "If I picked up an instrument again I... I don't know what I would pick! Maybe a flute? Flutes are nice I guess." Sparow let out an uncomfortable chirp from her shoulder, inadvertently cutting off El's train of thought once again. Following the bird's gaze led her to notice that the weather was looking about ready to turn. Interesting!

    Sparow didn't agree, digging her tiny bird feet into her trainer's shoulder at the first sign of something more than a stiff breeze. El tuned her attention to... oops! She hadn't asked him his name yet! But first things first, she excused herself and rummaged around for the right pokeball. Double checking she had the right one, she held it up to her starter. "You want in girl?" The bird forwent giving an answer in preference of hitting the center button, returning herself.

    El stood staring mildly awestruck at the pokeball. "Well huh, I had no idea she could do that." With that said, El returned the ball to where it came and returned her attention to the man. "Anyway! Sorry about that, she has a tendency to poop when anything merely resembling a cloud comes about and I really don't want her doing that on my shoulder. Do you think it might rain? Or storm even! Oh, I love a good storm, sitting at home and watching the lightning flash as rain pounds against the windows." She emphasised the word pounds, punching downwards and stomping. For a moment she let her mind wander as she gazed off towards the clouds, only snapping back when she suddenly remembered something. "That reminds me! Well, not really I just happened to think of it BUT! My name's El and I'm a officially a lass! I'm not a very good one though generically cute things aren't really my thing but ANYWAY what's your name I can't just call you 'you' all day and what do you think of rain and hang on I needtobreath!" She took a gasp before continuing on less of an overly long tangent. "Whew! So what are you doing here by yourself anyway? Anything interesting? Other than playing pretty music of course, not that that's not interesting!"

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: If Myrtle had hands, not only would she have face-palmed, but would have probably applauded your ‘brilliance’ as she grumbled. You insist that you need to find the source of the disturbance, and you almost do. Something large and powerful bursts through the worn ceiling in the first room, sending wood down as it once again cries out. The glimpse reveals no legs, arms or other appendages, but a cuboid body, flashing grey, red and yellow, as if a living TV was suffering from a snow effect.

    You question what it was, as it’s gone too fast for you to whip out your Pokedex and try to identify it. Myrtle’s just as disturbed, but then you realise the spookiness does not end there. There was no sound to accompany their presence, but looking behind you and through the passage you backtracked through reveals that clones of yourself have suddenly appeared. They make no sound. Some are facing left and right, others forward towards you and others the opposite way. Their eyes are dead of expression, but every time you speak, their mouth motions mimic yours, although no breath or voice accompanies the lip syncing. Each time you take a step, they walk through the odd water in the Black Swan, taking a step in whatever direction they’re facing. They are not solid, but apparently ghosts. Like the creature that has escaped you, these odd copies of you flicker like a broken program.

    You wonder what the heck is going on, and if continuing your adventure is wise. However, should you choose to try and leave, you’ll find that an invisible barrier is blocking your exits. You can try to break it down, or, you can decide that this is a good reason to continue your investigation. There are rickety, unsafe stairs that could take you to this mysterious monster, and an unsteady Shuppet who could ascend through the new hole... What do you do?

    Suicune's Effigy

    LASL: The stranger merely chuckles at your odd behaviour. You’ve apologised over and over and can’t seem to keep the rate of conversation steady at all. Chances are, such a grown up gentleman probably thinks you’re stupid, but he’s polite enough not to say so, if that is what he thinks.

    “A flute is a smart choice for a Pokemon trainer.” He replies now that he can get a word in edgeways, choosing not to remark on your Spearow’s bad habit in the presence of clouds. “Flutes have powers to lure and heal Pokemon. Music is such an interesting thing. The opening of a corrupted Pokemon’s heart can be done through an ocarina, and there was a story some years ago of Lugia being summoned with one. I’d say a flute or an ocarina could be the best thing you pick up.”

    Soon enough, your suspicions are correct. It begins to spit on to rain, but a short distance away, you can hear that it’s heavier where the clouds have already gathered in full force. The fine weather is now grey. “I like the rain, but I don’t really care about storms – thunder and lightning.” He explains, crouching down briefly to pack away his instrument. “But if you want to watch the storm, I know a good view.”

    Your question was ignored but an invitation extended. There doesn’t appear to be stranger danger. He doesn’t even seem to have any Pokemon on his person. All these things considered, what do you do?

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: If Myrtle had hands, not only would she have face-palmed, but would have probably applauded your ‘brilliance’ as she grumbled. You insist that you need to find the source of the disturbance, and you almost do. Something large and powerful bursts through the worn ceiling in the first room, sending wood down as it once again cries out. The glimpse reveals no legs, arms or other appendages, but a cuboid body, flashing grey, red and yellow, as if a living TV was suffering from a snow effect.

    You question what it was, as it’s gone too fast for you to whip out your Pokedex and try to identify it. Myrtle’s just as disturbed, but then you realise the spookiness does not end there. There was no sound to accompany their presence, but looking behind you and through the passage you backtracked through reveals that clones of yourself have suddenly appeared. They make no sound. Some are facing left and right, others forward towards you and others the opposite way. Their eyes are dead of expression, but every time you speak, their mouth motions mimic yours, although no breath or voice accompanies the lip syncing. Each time you take a step, they walk through the odd water in the Black Swan, taking a step in whatever direction they’re facing. They are not solid, but apparently ghosts. Like the creature that has escaped you, these odd copies of you flicker like a broken program.

    You wonder what the heck is going on, and if continuing your adventure is wise. However, should you choose to try and leave, you’ll find that an invisible barrier is blocking your exits. You can try to break it down, or, you can decide that this is a good reason to continue your investigation. There are rickety, unsafe stairs that could take you to this mysterious monster, and an unsteady Shuppet who could ascend through the new hole... What do you do?
    As Keith tried to seek out the source of the disturbance, a crashing noise caught his attention; he looked into the first room, and caught a glimpse of a strange creature- if it could be called that. A cube-like body flashing grey, red, and yellow.

    "What is that?!" Keith exclaimed. However, by the time his Pokedex was out of his pocket, the strange being was already gone. Myrtle looked rather shaken by the sudden appearance of... whatever that was. However, she didn't ask what it was. Though she wasn't sure from such a quick glance, she had a feeling... Or was it just wishful thinking? She voiced none of these concerns to Keith, however, as he seemed rather preoccupied as he noticed the sudden appearances of multiple clones of him. Myrtle's eyes widened at this eerie phenomenon, but she still said nothing. She didn't want to get her own hopes up even higher than they already were...

    Keith experimentally took a step forward, and all his clones did likewise, each of them moving forward one step in the direction they were facing. "...Hello?" Keith addressed them cautiously. The clones mimicked his mouth movements, but not the sounds.

    "Meat Sack..." murmured Myrtle.

    "Myrtle, I'm a little freaked out here," Keith muttered. "I've never heard of this kind of thing happening before. Perhaps we should get out of-"

    "Hell no," Myrtle interrupted, an odd tone to her voice. "Meat Sack... we are see-ing this ad-ven-ture through to the ve-ry end. I... I must know for cer-tain if that crea-ture is the Po-ke-mon I think it is."

    "What do you think it is?" Keith asked quietly. He had never seen Myrtle like this before.

    "...I think it is a re-la-tive of mine," Myrtle admitted quietly. Keith's eyes widened.

    "You mean-" he began.

    "Yes," interrupted Myrtle. "But as I said, I am not sure. But... If there is e-ven the slight-est chance..."

    Keith nodded. "Then we'll find it," he declared. At this, Myrtle smiled- not a snide, unpleasant smirk, but an actual, genuine smile. "We just need to find it... Ooh, I don't like the look of those stairs," he added, eyeing the rickety and unsafe stairs which led to an upper floor.

    "The hole in the cei-ling," Myrtle stated, looking up at the hole that the creature had made. "I could lift you through with Psy-chic-"

    "Not in your condition, Myrtle," Keith interrupted firmly. "I don't need you overexerting yourself like that. I bet Lily could get the job done, though," he said as he took out a Poke Ball. "Lily, come on out!" he exclaimed as he threw the ball, unleashing a Venomoth.

    "Venomoth, Venomoth," said Lily as she looked at Keith.

    "Lily, I need you to use your Confusion attack to lift me through that hole in the ceiling," said Keith. "Myrtle, if it seems like Lily needs help, you use Psychic, but only if you can do so without wearing yourself out, got it?"

    "Got it," nodded Myrtle as Lily focused, preparing to lift her trainer through the hole in the ceiling.

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    Suicune's Effigy

    LASL: The stranger merely chuckles at your odd behaviour. You’ve apologised over and over and can’t seem to keep the rate of conversation steady at all. Chances are, such a grown up gentleman probably thinks you’re stupid, but he’s polite enough not to say so, if that is what he thinks.

    “A flute is a smart choice for a Pokemon trainer.” He replies now that he can get a word in edgeways, choosing not to remark on your Spearow’s bad habit in the presence of clouds. “Flutes have powers to lure and heal Pokemon. Music is such an interesting thing. The opening of a corrupted Pokemon’s heart can be done through an ocarina, and there was a story some years ago of Lugia being summoned with one. I’d say a flute or an ocarina could be the best thing you pick up.”

    Soon enough, your suspicions are correct. It begins to spit on to rain, but a short distance away, you can hear that it’s heavier where the clouds have already gathered in full force. The fine weather is now grey. “I like the rain, but I don’t really care about storms – thunder and lightning.” He explains, crouching down briefly to pack away his instrument. “But if you want to watch the storm, I know a good view.”

    Your question was ignored but an invitation extended. There doesn’t appear to be stranger danger. He doesn’t even seem to have any Pokemon on his person. All these things considered, what do you do?

    ((Lasl, please post your stats link or stick a signature link in here for now on. I shouldn't have to hunt down your profile.))


    El started beaming as the man started talking about the effects flutes could have on pokemon. She'd completely forgotten about that! She forgets a lot of things really but that's neither here nor there. Actually, she was pretty sure she had a white flute lying around somewhere, she could probably teach herself! Later though, no need to embarrass herself around this nice man. Still no name but oh well, such is li- oh goodness he's talking about Lugia.

    Being a beast of the sea, El probably knew more legends about the powerful creature than she did of Suicune. They were both pretty cool, but there was just... something about the idea of living on the sea floor that set her heart a flutter. "Oh, yeah, I've heard about that. The bit with Lugia, not the opening of hearts thing." Corrupted pokemon, ugh. She'd heard stories about them once, wound up having nightmares about Sparow falling for weeks. Ever since then she'd been far more diligent with making sure she was nice to the bird, not that she wasn't to begin with. "But that's really cool, all the stuff it can do! I don't know about pokemon, but your music certainly lured me over earlier. Still not sure what an ocarina is though, I guess it's kind of like a flute though?"

    Plit. Plit plat. Plit plit plat. The rain came to wash away El's lingering fears. It was an excuse to actually use her Mostly Aesthetic Goggles (tm) too, even if that just made her look even sillier. Even better, whatshisname liked the rain! How often did you find someone who could appreciate it as more than an annoyance? And a good view! Ohh, that sounded so cool! She could watch the lightning flash across the sky, making unimaginably complex shapes and patterns as the wind howled around. Scary, beautiful, if she knew the word she would even call it exhillarating. But she didn't so she did the next best thing; leaping on the man's offer like a certain purrloin out of the bath tub even though said pokemon was really quite smelly and covered in mud.

    "Oh, wow, really? That sounds awesome! Where is it, where is it!" Full of vigour, she began hopping around. Her enthusiasm wasn't dimmed in the least when she slipped and landed butt-first in the beginnings of mud. Caught up in the moment, she couldn't help but sit there and laugh for a moment before getting up again, ready to follow as soon as the man set off. Suddenly a question popped into her head, roughly as much rhyme and reason to it as anything else she did (ie; not much). "So, why violin? Not that I have something against it! Just curious, since you seem to know so much about music. Anything in particular that made it stand out to you?

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: The unusual events within the ship are ‘freaking you out’, to be exact, and nobody can really blame you. Those eerie clones are unheard of, and an odd Pokemon is bashing through the ship like a pinball. You’re ready to get out, but Myrtle asserts that you’re both seeing this adventure to the end. When you hear her reason, all doubts are cast aside. This has suddenly become personal.

    The stairs don’t look safe, but that’s fine, because you have a plan. In a burst of light, a Venomoth appears, beating her wings quickly to keep aloft. Your Shuppet, whose is showing a rare, genuine smile, thinks she can lift you through the hole alone, but you don’t want to risk her condition. Secretly, she is touched. Perhaps this adventure will bring you both closer together, and that makes everything worthwhile.

    Lily, the name of your dual-type, focuses hard on a Psychic attack. Thankfully you’re not a heavy man, as she manages this with relative ease, sending you upwards into the room above. Your teammates follow suit once you announce that you’ve landed safely.

    “It’s gone.” You grimace with disappointment, but it can’t have gone far. It’s not a quiet thing, and there’s a lovely hole in the wall across from you to give you a lead.

    “This way, Meat Sack.” Myrtle encourages you, wobbling ahead. Lily does not seem happy about her condition either, but you both press on, knowing she will not abandon this quest quietly – if at all.

    You’re all careful, knowing that one bad step or landing could send you crashing through the floor of the old vessel, but taking you through to the next room sets you all on edge. Bursting carelessly through a doorway you see that the monster you’re searching for is not a cuboid but a 3D L-shape. It is hovering above the ground, and at least ten feet tall, taking off part of the wall as it tries to get through the space. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen – apparently made up of snow out of a TV screen with no signal, random insignias and even pieces of Pokemon. You swear you can see bits of Kangaskhan and Rhydon protruding from its unusual body.

    It slowly turns, screeching unpleasantly. It has noticed you. What do you do?

    Suicune's Effigy

    LASL: You feel so excited by the stranger that you can’t help literally jumping for joy. He gives a husky chuckle at your youthful energy, smiling slightly. The rain has washed away your fears, and you think of the fact that you have a White Flute lying around somewhere that you should certainly learn to play and put to use (when you’re not around the nice man, so as to not embarrass yourself). You’ve learned a few things about Pokemon and can’t help but think that his music lured you over the way a Pokemon might be lured in by the right tune. How fascinating.

    “This way, then.” He says in the same deep tone, leading you through the gentle fall of rain. It makes a pleasant sound, the kind you could fall asleep to if you were on comfortable furniture or at least resting beneath shelter. “The reason why the violin stands out to me – it takes a certain talent to play it. Rather like the flute. You have to be precise, or it will sound terrible. But when correct... It’s beautiful. I also prefer something more classical. A lot of trainers like using electric guitars, I’ve noticed. It’s not really for me.”

    He soon leads you to the edge of the gardens to the stone walls. Suicune’s Effigy is still in view now, but it’s some way away. As promised, you can both see the storm beginning: grey clouds have thickly gathered over the ocean, and thunder and lightning flashes and crashes over unsettled waves that roughly crash against the coastline below. “An ocarina is a small instrument, which is similar to the flute.” He says firstly, recalling your lack of knowledge on the subject. Then, he moves on.

    “The water calms you, but you fear it. You, and your Spearow. Perhaps... We should conquer this fear today.” He suggests, eyes directed out to the spectacle before you. What do you do?

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: The unusual events within the ship are ‘freaking you out’, to be exact, and nobody can really blame you. Those eerie clones are unheard of, and an odd Pokemon is bashing through the ship like a pinball. You’re ready to get out, but Myrtle asserts that you’re both seeing this adventure to the end. When you hear her reason, all doubts are cast aside. This has suddenly become personal.

    The stairs don’t look safe, but that’s fine, because you have a plan. In a burst of light, a Venomoth appears, beating her wings quickly to keep aloft. Your Shuppet, whose is showing a rare, genuine smile, thinks she can lift you through the hole alone, but you don’t want to risk her condition. Secretly, she is touched. Perhaps this adventure will bring you both closer together, and that makes everything worthwhile.

    Lily, the name of your dual-type, focuses hard on a Psychic attack. Thankfully you’re not a heavy man, as she manages this with relative ease, sending you upwards into the room above. Your teammates follow suit once you announce that you’ve landed safely.

    “It’s gone.” You grimace with disappointment, but it can’t have gone far. It’s not a quiet thing, and there’s a lovely hole in the wall across from you to give you a lead.

    “This way, Meat Sack.” Myrtle encourages you, wobbling ahead. Lily does not seem happy about her condition either, but you both press on, knowing she will not abandon this quest quietly – if at all.

    You’re all careful, knowing that one bad step or landing could send you crashing through the floor of the old vessel, but taking you through to the next room sets you all on edge. Bursting carelessly through a doorway you see that the monster you’re searching for is not a cuboid but a 3D L-shape. It is hovering above the ground, and at least ten feet tall, taking off part of the wall as it tries to get through the space. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen – apparently made up of snow out of a TV screen with no signal, random insignias and even pieces of Pokemon. You swear you can see bits of Kangaskhan and Rhydon protruding from its unusual body.

    It slowly turns, screeching unpleasantly. It has noticed you. What do you do?
    Keith wasn't a heavy person, so Lily had no issue lifting him to the above room. "OK, you're good," Keith called once the Venomoth had safely lowered him to the floor. Shortly afterwards, Lily and Myrtle came floating up after him, but Keith had looked all around the room, and his face registered disappointment as he addressed Myrtle. "It's gone," he sighed.

    "This way, Meat Sack," Myrtle replied as she wobbled through the air, floating towards a hole in the wall. Lily looked somewhat concerned about Myrtle's condition, but Keith stopped her before she said anything to the Shuppet.

    "Leave it, Lily," Keith advised her. "Just trust me on this, OK?"

    "Venomoth," nodded Lily as Keith returned her to her Poke Ball.

    Keith then carefully proceeded forward, and after carelessly bursting through a doorway, Keith and Myrtle could not believe their eyes at what they saw- a ten-foot-tall being that was distinctly L-shaped, and looked not unlike some sort of monstrous Tetris block.

    "Oh. My. Arceus," Keith whispered, eyes wide, with something close to reverence in his voice. "It's a... It's... It's a..."

    "It's a Mis-sing-no.," Myrtle finished the sentence, her eyes moistening with tears at the sight of one of what she used to be in life. The Missingno., however, turned to face them, and was screeching unpleasantly. It noticed their presence, and did not seem thrilled about it.

    "Missingno.," Keith said in as respectful a tone as he could, "It is truly an honor to meet you. My name is Keith, and I've always had great respect for your kind. This here, this is Myrtle," he added, gesturing to the Shuppet by his side. "When she was alive, she was a Missingno. too. I... I can't help but notice that you don't seem very happy to see us. If I may ask, did we do something to upset you? If so, I assure you it was not intentional."

    Myrtle then floated forward slightly, and spoke up. "H-hel-lo," she said. "I... It has been so long since I have last seen a-no-ther Mis-sing-no.... Please trust me when I say that this hu-man speaks the truth. He has noth-ing but the ut-most re-spect for our kind. It is ve-ry nice to meet you."

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    LASL: You feel so excited by the stranger that you can’t help literally jumping for joy. He gives a husky chuckle at your youthful energy, smiling slightly. The rain has washed away your fears, and you think of the fact that you have a White Flute lying around somewhere that you should certainly learn to play and put to use (when you’re not around the nice man, so as to not embarrass yourself). You’ve learned a few things about Pokemon and can’t help but think that his music lured you over the way a Pokemon might be lured in by the right tune. How fascinating.

    “This way, then.” He says in the same deep tone, leading you through the gentle fall of rain. It makes a pleasant sound, the kind you could fall asleep to if you were on comfortable furniture or at least resting beneath shelter. “The reason why the violin stands out to me – it takes a certain talent to play it. Rather like the flute. You have to be precise, or it will sound terrible. But when correct... It’s beautiful. I also prefer something more classical. A lot of trainers like using electric guitars, I’ve noticed. It’s not really for me.”

    He soon leads you to the edge of the gardens to the stone walls. Suicune’s Effigy is still in view now, but it’s some way away. As promised, you can both see the storm beginning: grey clouds have thickly gathered over the ocean, and thunder and lightning flashes and crashes over unsettled waves that roughly crash against the coastline below. “An ocarina is a small instrument, which is similar to the flute.” He says firstly, recalling your lack of knowledge on the subject. Then, he moves on.

    “The water calms you, but you fear it. You, and your Spearow. Perhaps... We should conquer this fear today.” He suggests, eyes directed out to the spectacle before you. What do you do?


    El listened intently to the man's explanation. Yeah, she could see where he was coming from, there was something magical to mastering something that could go horribly wrong. Not that it helped her hopes for learning how to play a flute, but that's not the point. Also not the point was that she chuckled quite a bit upon picturing someone lugging an electric guitar and an amp along in this rain, but still mildly relevant.

    The view of the storm was different to what she was used to, but still great in its own way. The twisted shapes of the clouds, the blinding flashes of lightning, the churning waves, the whistling wind in her ears, all of it! Yeah, she liked this. It was exactly the kind of scene that made her glad to be traveling, glad to be alive. Even if she couldn't enjoy all of it, she could still make the most of what she could, no? Though she did have to wonder what the pokemon in the sea thought of a good storm, probably didn't involve the word 'good' at least.

    “The water calms you, but you fear it. You, and your Spearow. Perhaps... We should conquer this fear today.”

    El could almost feel her heart plummet through the ground the instant the man said that. It was far from a fully fledged panic attack, she was grateful for that much at least. All right, all right, deep breaths El, deep breaths, she thought to herself. For a good minute at least she stood there, breathing to a beat of four. One two three in, one two three hold, one two three out, one two three hold...

    Eventually her hands stopped trembling, she took that as a good sign. Unfortunately she was still facing the ocean, her tenuous grasp on stability threatened by the sight of crashing waves. She quickly turned away to face her mysterious companion, putting on an obviously fake smile. And so she stood there, mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish as she tried to come up with a good enough reason not to accept.

    But... she couldn't really, unless he was planning to take her out in the middle of the storm the best she could think of was 'I'll probably wet myself'. Not really much of an excuse after standing around in the rain for a while. In fact, she might have already, it was kind of hard to tell. So there she was, standing in the rain with a complete stranger and she was forced to admit that yes, she wanted to get over her fear. It was holding her back in so many ways, and heck she hadn't had a nightmare in ages now that she thought about it. Yeah! She was ready! But first...

    El ducked off to a nearby place that was as sheltered from the wind as she could find, after hurriedly excusing herself first, of course. Once there, she fumbled around for Sparow's pokeball and let the bird out. She was less than pleased to say the least, and immediately began squawking loudly.

    "Sparow, Sparow shush!" El began to stroke the bird, speaking in an uneccessary loud whisper. "You'll make the strange man think we're weird...er. Whaddya say to facing our fears?"

    If Sparow could speak English, El would have been buffeted with a volley of swear words. In the middle of these swear words would be the phrases 'why are you asking me this now? I don't like the rain! I'm not a Swanna how do you expect me to fly with wet feathers?' Unfortunately for the bird, her excessive hopping, fluttering and squawking was similar enough to her jumping for joy that El took it to be so through the wind and her fogged-up goggles. With a proper smile this time, she scooped up the flailing pokemon and turned back to the man.

    Voice trembling at the thought of what she was agreeing to, El said, "We're game, I'm not gonna be a slave to fear. So what's the plan?"


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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: Lily trusts your judgement despite her worry for her teammate, and you withdraw her from the scene. Aside from overcoming obstacles, this is decidedly an adventure for yourself and Myrtle alone to conquer, so personal is it to the pair of you.

    When you carry on through to the next room, the pair of you are so in awe that you can hardly speak. The ‘monstrous Tetris block’ Missingno is hovering before you (which is a good thing, by the way, because if your Pokedex had caught it you would have learned it weighed well over 3000 lbs). You’ve made the assumption that it’s not happy, despite its lack of a real face and the fact that vocal communications for the Pokemon are as scrambled as its body.

    You show the being nothing but the utmost respect, and Myrtle is just the same, even daring to float slightly forward, though she can’t bring herself to go any further. Missingno listens as you confess what an honour it is to be in its presence, and how Myrtle hasn’t seen any semblance of her old life for so long. It tilts forward slightly, as if it might be nodding.... And then more clones appear.

    This catches you by surprise, for you don’t know what this means. Missingno makes no sound as the room around you begins to flicker, and you hear odd sounds, like an off-key music track playing around you, or the cries of Pokemon and even people that you can’t see. They certainly don’t sound like you, in any case.

    “What’s happening?!” You ask, watching as objects shift dangerously around the room. One moves with such speed that it breaks through the wall and out into what should be ocean. However, there is no ocean there – the Black Swan is no longer in its proper place, but surrounded for miles around, by nothing but darkness. Looking back, Missingno. has gone.

    What do you do?

    Suicune’s Effigy

    LASL: At the suggestion made to you, you begin to tremble and your heart feels like it’s plummeting to the ground. You repeat breathing exercises over and over in your mind until you feel much calmer, and even though you’re silent for over a minute, the man simply watches you with eerie calm, awaiting your answer.

    His expression only falters when you hurriedly excuse yourself, fumbling for Sparow’s Poke Ball beneath a shelter. The north wind batters you, and the rain has become heavy. Even on a good day, you would misinterpret the poor Pokemon’s conversational signals, and while your partner is anything but game, you return to the adult before he thinks you’re any more peculiar than he already must think you are. Plus, it would be rude to keep him waiting.

    “What’s the plan?” You ask, and within seconds, the wind picks up considerably. Sparow caws out with fright, and you panic, holding ever tighter to your friend. The man takes your wrist securely before you go flying over the wall and into the ocean, and then looks out at the storm. It has yet to move any further, but out to sea, you notice a space of water rising upwards as if it’s forming a waterfall. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ of bewilderment as out of the ocean a palace of pure crystal rises, immune to the elements battering it, and sparkling with great beauty. When you can finally tear your gaze away from this amazing sight, you notice the stranger looks different: his eyes are not brown, but glowing a dark crimson, and his hair is not black but a deep blue. It is wavy, like the curves of an aurora. He is holding you too tightly to escape even as you step away, but without even looking back at the distant statue, you know exactly who he resembles.

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    The Black Swan

    Missingno. Master: Lily trusts your judgement despite her worry for her teammate, and you withdraw her from the scene. Aside from overcoming obstacles, this is decidedly an adventure for yourself and Myrtle alone to conquer, so personal is it to the pair of you.

    When you carry on through to the next room, the pair of you are so in awe that you can hardly speak. The ‘monstrous Tetris block’ Missingno is hovering before you (which is a good thing, by the way, because if your Pokedex had caught it you would have learned it weighed well over 3000 lbs). You’ve made the assumption that it’s not happy, despite its lack of a real face and the fact that vocal communications for the Pokemon are as scrambled as its body.

    You show the being nothing but the utmost respect, and Myrtle is just the same, even daring to float slightly forward, though she can’t bring herself to go any further. Missingno listens as you confess what an honour it is to be in its presence, and how Myrtle hasn’t seen any semblance of her old life for so long. It tilts forward slightly, as if it might be nodding.... And then more clones appear.

    This catches you by surprise, for you don’t know what this means. Missingno makes no sound as the room around you begins to flicker, and you hear odd sounds, like an off-key music track playing around you, or the cries of Pokemon and even people that you can’t see. They certainly don’t sound like you, in any case.

    “What’s happening?!” You ask, watching as objects shift dangerously around the room. One moves with such speed that it breaks through the wall and out into what should be ocean. However, there is no ocean there – the Black Swan is no longer in its proper place, but surrounded for miles around, by nothing but darkness. Looking back, Missingno. has gone.

    What do you do?
    As Keith and Myrtle respectfully addressed Missingno., the mysterious and mythological Pokemon tilted forward ever so slightly, as though nodding, and then, quite suddenly, more clones appeared.

    Keith blinked. "Wh-wha?" he muttered in surprise as the very room began flickering. Odd sounds began reaching Keith's ears- off-key music tracks, the cries of invisible people and Pokemon... "What's happening?!" Keith asked, halfway between morbid curiosity and blind panic. As he asked, a number of objects started moving around the room. One of them actually flew out the wall and into the ocean- no, wait, make that total darkness. The ocean that should have been outside was no longer there, and it seemed as though the ancient pirate ship was now surrounded by total darkness. Keith turned to look at Missingno., but it had vanished. Keith therefore turned to the next best source of answers in the room- Myrtle.

    "I... I can-not say what that was a-bout," Myrtle said quietly.

    "But... what just happened?" Keith asked. "I mean, the clones, the-the-the moving of all this stuff, and we now seem to be in the middle of nowhere... Is this normal for, you know-"

    "For my kind," Myrtle finished Keith's sentence. "This sort of thing is not un-heard of. Mis-sing-no. are cap-a-ble of lear-ning Psy-chic and Te-le-port, af-ter all, which could ea-si-ly ac-count for the mo-ving ob-jects, our ap-par-ent re-lo-ca-tion, and that one's sud-den dis-ap-pear-ence. Mis-sing-no. are cap-a-ble of ma-ny strange and won-der-ful pow-ers. That ha-ving been said, I can-not say for sure why this is hap-pen-ing to us. My best guess would be that we are be-ing tes-ted, but a-gain, I am not cer-tain."

    "Tested," repeated Keith. "Well, that would be great if I had any idea what to do... OK, why don't we start by trying to get an idea of where we are?"

    "You want me to use Flash to see what is out-side?" asked Myrtle.

    "Feeling any better?" Keith asked.

    "Not so much," Myrtle muttered grudgingly.

    "Didn't think so," said Keith. "Luckily, you're not the only light source on the team," he added as he threw another Poke Ball into the air. "Helena, come out!" he added as the ball split open, unleashing a second Shuppet into the air.

    "Where are we?" Helena asked, smiling slightly as she glanced around the decrepit ship. "What is it, Keith?"

    "Helena, see the hole in the wall?" asked Keith. "See all the darkness outside? I'd like you to see if you can brighten things up out there a little bit with Flash, OK?"

    "Cer-tain-ly!" Helena smiled. She started to float towards the hole when she noticed Myrtle. "Big sis-ter, you are not well," Helena added, concern in her voice. "What is it?"

    "It is noth-ing, He-le-na," replied Myrtle. "Please do as Keith has asked."

    Keith blinked in surprise. This was the first time he could ever recall Myrtle actually referring to him by name. Helena also looked somewhat surprised, but did not question it, instead opting to move towards the hole, preparing to use Flash. Hopefully, they would be able to see something that could clue them in as to their present location. If this didn't yield any results, Keith wasn't sure what his next step would be. All he knew was, he would think of something.

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    Missingno. Master: Myrtle tells you quietly that she doesn’t know what the current mayhem is about, which isn’t surprising. You’re both experiencing something you could have only dreamt about, but it is not unfolding as to how your fantasies might have done. To say that you’re panicking might be an understatement, and if it wasn’t for the sort-of calming influence of your ghostly companion, you might have lost your marbles – and life – already.

    The only theory you have at this point is that you’re being tested. You don’t know how, or why, but it’s your best idea at this point. Knowing that Myrtle’s still on the queasy side, your more angelic Shuppet is the next guest in the adventure, and she uses Flash to try and figure out where you are. She lights up like something divine, but it reveals literally nothing. The darkness cannot be penetrated by her light.

    She apologies, feeling sad that she cannot be of aid to her elder sibling, but not to you, either. You feel sick to the stomach with anxiety, but hide it. What are you to do now?

    “Keith!” Myrtle repeats your name again, and it surprises you and Helena just as much as it had the first time. It seems keeping up angry appearances is not high up on the priority list right now. The whole ship is beginning to deteriorate, like bits of data being deleted. ‘Tile’ after ‘tile’ is crumbling into specks, first the walls, and then the enchanted items, and now the floor. You take terrified step after step as this deletion hones in, the three of you worried for your lives (and post-ones) as the darkness engulfs you. You can hear nothing but your screams and the sounds of your Pokemon as even they are pulled downwards. The descent is rapid but feels like forever, until light blinds your eyes and your land in water.

    Your Shuppet ladies rise up above it, but you’ve gone underneath. Flashbacks of the biggest event of your life replay in your mind like a realistic movie reel. Perhaps you’re dying. Perhaps you’re dead. Maybe you'd lost your marbles long before now and this is all in your head. You and Myrtle were just beginning to bond and you screwed it up by flipping out like a small child in a horror house. Marion wasn’t even your updater – for shame!

    And then you hear it – Missingno.

    Your eyes open. The water is a bit salty, but not like it should be, as if you’re still on Whale Island. It stings your vision, but vigour renewed, you swim to the surface. All around you, the world is topsy-turvy, like you’ve fallen into Wonderland. Not too far away there’s a bizarrely shaped wall, and you go to cling onto the edges, gasping for air. Helena and Myrtle hurry over to you, glad you haven’t drowned or turned anymore Gastly. You’re enough to deal with as you are without becoming any weirder, thank you!

    You ask where you are, and Helena doesn’t seem to know. But as a former Missingno., Myrtle must feel right at home. After all, this is Sprite City...

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    Missingno. Master: Myrtle tells you quietly that she doesn’t know what the current mayhem is about, which isn’t surprising. You’re both experiencing something you could have only dreamt about, but it is not unfolding as to how your fantasies might have done. To say that you’re panicking might be an understatement, and if it wasn’t for the sort-of calming influence of your ghostly companion, you might have lost your marbles – and life – already.

    The only theory you have at this point is that you’re being tested. You don’t know how, or why, but it’s your best idea at this point. Knowing that Myrtle’s still on the queasy side, your more angelic Shuppet is the next guest in the adventure, and she uses Flash to try and figure out where you are. She lights up like something divine, but it reveals literally nothing. The darkness cannot be penetrated by her light.

    She apologies, feeling sad that she cannot be of aid to her elder sibling, but not to you, either. You feel sick to the stomach with anxiety, but hide it. What are you to do now?

    “Keith!” Myrtle repeats your name again, and it surprises you and Helena just as much as it had the first time. It seems keeping up angry appearances is not high up on the priority list right now. The whole ship is beginning to deteriorate, like bits of data being deleted. ‘Tile’ after ‘tile’ is crumbling into specks, first the walls, and then the enchanted items, and now the floor. You take terrified step after step as this deletion hones in, the three of you worried for your lives (and post-ones) as the darkness engulfs you. You can hear nothing but your screams and the sounds of your Pokemon as even they are pulled downwards. The descent is rapid but feels like forever, until light blinds your eyes and your land in water.

    Your Shuppet ladies rise up above it, but you’ve gone underneath. Flashbacks of the biggest event of your life replay in your mind like a realistic movie reel. Perhaps you’re dying. Perhaps you’re dead. Maybe you'd lost your marbles long before now and this is all in your head. You and Myrtle were just beginning to bond and you screwed it up by flipping out like a small child in a horror house. Marion wasn’t even your updater – for shame!

    And then you hear it – Missingno.

    Your eyes open. The water is a bit salty, but not like it should be, as if you’re still on Whale Island. It stings your vision, but vigour renewed, you swim to the surface. All around you, the world is topsy-turvy, like you’ve fallen into Wonderland. Not too far away there’s a bizarrely shaped wall, and you go to cling onto the edges, gasping for air. Helena and Myrtle hurry over to you, glad you haven’t drowned or turned anymore Gastly. You’re enough to deal with as you are without becoming any weirder, thank you!

    You ask where you are, and Helena doesn’t seem to know. But as a former Missingno., Myrtle must feel right at home. After all, this is Sprite City...
    Helena lit up brightly, but much as Keith peered anxiously into the darkness, the Shuppet's light was not revealing anything. Realizing this, Helena stopped flash. "I'm sor-ry," she said quietly, her face showing considerable distress at the realization that she hadn't helped at all. Anxiety threatened to take over Keith, but he made an effort to hide it. Of course, his two companions at the moment happened to feast on emotions, so his efforts proved futile.

    "Do not try to hide it," Myrtle said to Keith. "Come on. Who do you think you are try-ing to hide your an-xi-e-ty from, hmmm? That is like try-ing to hide a fresh-ly cooked steak from a Grow-lithe. Be-sides, per-haps a de-cent meal will help me re-co-ver quick-er." With that, Myrtle closed her eyes and focused, and started to feed on Keith's anxiety. Keith slowly felt the anxiety ebb away, bit by bit, but once Myrtle opened her eyes, she exclaimed, "Keith!" again, and he felt the anxiety return in full force as he realized what had caught Myrtle by surprise- the ship was deteriorating around them.

    "RUN!" Keith shouted as he took off, running away from where pieces of the ship were fading into nonexistence. Helena and Myrtle were quick to follow, but then the darkness engulfed them all, and they started falling, even the two Shuppet. Keith couldn't help it- he screamed. He screamed loud and long as he fell. And then, a blinding flash of light, and he landed in water. Gee, wasn't this familiar? Keith was starting to wish he had listened to Myrtle's insistence that he "get some Ar-ce-us-damn swim-ming les-sons al-rea-dy" as very vivid flashbacks to his vacation on Cinnabar Island overtook his mind.

    And then, he heard Missingno.

    Keith'es eyes snapped open. The saltwater stung his eyes, but with renewed vigor, he desperately made for the surface. Swimming, but barely. He finally made it, but when he got to the surface, things didn't seem to make much sense. The world was indescribably strange. Keith made his way over to an oddly shaped wall and clung to the edges, gasping for air.

    "Keith!" both Shuppet exclaimed at the same time as they floated over to him.

    "We were wor-ried," Helena said. "We thought you might have drowned."

    "You weren't the only ones thinking that," Keith gasped. "Myrtle, if ever we get out of here... swimming lessons. Definitely." Then, he looked around. "Er... where are we?" he added.

    "I don't know," frowned Helena. Myrtle, on the other hand, was looking around the topsy-turvy bizarre world with something like wonder in her eyes.

    "Myrtle?" Keith asked. "I'm guessing you know where we are?"

    "It has ma-ny names," Myrtle said. "Sprite Ci-ty. The Tan-ko re-gion. The most pop-u-lar name for it, how-e-ver... I am gues-sing you have heard Glitch Ci-ty?"

    "Glitch City?" Keith repeated. "Yeah... A lot of Missingno. mythology mentions some alternate universe or something, that goes by that name. So we're-"

    "It has been a whi-le, but I think so," nodded Myrtle.

    "Hey... Myrtle," Keith added. "Sorry I kinda lost my head back up there..."

    "Un-der-stan-da-ble," Myrtle nodded. "Be-sides, you have no rea-son to a-po-lo-gize- your fear was de-li-cious. Ex-cel-lent for wash-ing down your an-xi-e-ty from be-fore.

    "So, what now?" Keith asked. "When I was under, I thought I heard Missingno...."

    "We can-not go un-der," Myrtle shook her head. "Not un-less you brought He-be-non or Pi-sces?"

    Keith shook his head. Bringing his Qwilfish or Blue-Striped Basculin hadn't crossed his mind at all. With that in mind, he decided to do something decidedly more reckless. He cleared his throat and called out, loud and clear; "Missingno.? Hello? Are you here?"

    Myrtle and Helena said nothing, but looked around, wondering if Missingno. would answer Keith's call and show up. Myrtle was hoping for it, in fact, as she enjoyed to see more of her own kind. Helena was decidedly less certain, but she trusted Myrtle to keep her safe.

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    Missingno. Master: Your Shuppet were both worried for you, and you feel stupid for ignoring Myrtle’s suggestions a while back for swimming lessons. It’s not as if you particularly fear water at all, especially given certain Pokemon you own such as Hebenon and Pisces, you just prioritised other things despite past experiences. “Swimming lessons – definitely.”

    You could try to go under the water, but you would be on your own. Your Shuppet cannot join you. However, you’re desperate to see Missingno. again, as is Myrtle, and you recklessly call out once you’ve caught your breath. “Nothing...” Helena trails off sympathetically. She can see above you, and the layout of this new world fascinates her. There are random spots of water, the land terrain is uneven and there are even rows of houses stacked together like lego bricks. The abandoned structure of Fuschia City Safari Zone, far away from Fizzytopia, also appears to be there, but no Pokemon are penned in.

    Sighing, you realise that you will have to find Missingno. all by yourselves, which is obviously easier said than done. “Which way should we go?” You ask the duo as you carefully shift along, making your way towards the shore. Once there, you climb out, you and your outfit soaking wet. Like a labyrinth in Wonderland, navigating will not be easier. Going along the path east will lead to a small building, and going west has more obstacles, but ultimately, will lead to one that is identical. Heading north will find some shops and the coastline, if the salty breeze is any indication, and south has the closed Safari Zone.

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    Missingno. Master: Your Shuppet were both worried for you, and you feel stupid for ignoring Myrtle’s suggestions a while back for swimming lessons. It’s not as if you particularly fear water at all, especially given certain Pokemon you own such as Hebenon and Pisces, you just prioritised other things despite past experiences. “Swimming lessons – definitely.”

    You could try to go under the water, but you would be on your own. Your Shuppet cannot join you. However, you’re desperate to see Missingno. again, as is Myrtle, and you recklessly call out once you’ve caught your breath. “Nothing...” Helena trails off sympathetically. She can see above you, and the layout of this new world fascinates her. There are random spots of water, the land terrain is uneven and there are even rows of houses stacked together like lego bricks. The abandoned structure of Fuschia City Safari Zone, far away from Fizzytopia, also appears to be there, but no Pokemon are penned in.

    Sighing, you realise that you will have to find Missingno. all by yourselves, which is obviously easier said than done. “Which way should we go?” You ask the duo as you carefully shift along, making your way towards the shore. Once there, you climb out, you and your outfit soaking wet. Like a labyrinth in Wonderland, navigating will not be easier. Going along the path east will lead to a small building, and going west has more obstacles, but ultimately, will lead to one that is identical. Heading north will find some shops and the coastline, if the salty breeze is any indication, and south has the closed Safari Zone.

    So, where will you go, and what will you do?
    After Keith called out... Nothing happened. No response whatsoever.

    "Noth-ing," Helena sighed. She looked around, apparently fascinated by this new world.

    Sighing, Keith started making his way towards the shore, realizing that if he wanted to find Missingno., he and his Shuppet would have to seek it out themselves. Once he was on dry (albeit uneven) land, Keith glanced around. "Which way should we go?" he asked his two Shuppet.

    "I can-not say," Myrtle replied. "The Mis-sing-no. could be a-ny-where."

    "Wait," Keith added, looking north, where there stood some shops in addition to a coastline. "Myrtle, haven't most Missingno. sightings been reported near coastlines?"

    "They have in-deed," Myrtle replied. "Why- Ohhhhh," she added, spotting the coastline Keith was looking at and seeing what he was getting at. "That is ac-tu-al-ly a good i-de-a," she stated. Keith noticed that she didn't sound nearly as surprised as she usually did whenever she was forced to admit to Keith being right about something.

    "So, should we go that way?" Helena asked.

    Keith nodded. "I think so," he stated. "Come on, you two," he added as he led the way.

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    Missingno. Master: The relationship between yourself and Myrtle is seeing some groundbreaking results. Not only is she calling you by your actual name, but she’s not mocking you whenever you make a vaguely – or fully – intelligent suggestion! Helena smiles at this, but says nothing, lest this falls apart. Your lives are all at risk. After all, you might be in a whole new dimension, but this.... This might make the struggles more than worth it.

    You head for the coastline, using the rumours of Missingno. to your advantage. You’re constantly mystified by your surroundings, climbing over small boulders that are in the middle of nowhere, or the fact that parts of the ground have letters and numbers engraved into them. The colours aren’t even natural, with foliage and buildings painted hues of red, blue, yellow, grey, black and gold.

    You were taking notice of how a building you passed had no windows and a roof made of two completely different materials when a vicious bark caught your attention. A wild Houndour had appeared, barking fiercely and snapping its sharp, shiny teeth at you. Its back was arched and it was ready for confrontation.

    “A Houndour...?” You get out your Pokedex to log its appearance, but Myrtle’s suspicious.
    “It might not be real.” She tells you. However, the threat itself was very real indeed – Glitch City, in its own way, was not real, but they were still trapped in it, and affected by it. Not only that, but if Missingno. was testing you... Could this not be part of it?

    What do you do?

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    Missingno. Master: The relationship between yourself and Myrtle is seeing some groundbreaking results. Not only is she calling you by your actual name, but she’s not mocking you whenever you make a vaguely – or fully – intelligent suggestion! Helena smiles at this, but says nothing, lest this falls apart. Your lives are all at risk. After all, you might be in a whole new dimension, but this.... This might make the struggles more than worth it.

    You head for the coastline, using the rumours of Missingno. to your advantage. You’re constantly mystified by your surroundings, climbing over small boulders that are in the middle of nowhere, or the fact that parts of the ground have letters and numbers engraved into them. The colours aren’t even natural, with foliage and buildings painted hues of red, blue, yellow, grey, black and gold.

    You were taking notice of how a building you passed had no windows and a roof made of two completely different materials when a vicious bark caught your attention. A wild Houndour had appeared, barking fiercely and snapping its sharp, shiny teeth at you. Its back was arched and it was ready for confrontation.

    “A Houndour...?” You get out your Pokedex to log its appearance, but Myrtle’s suspicious.
    “It might not be real.” She tells you. However, the threat itself was very real indeed – Glitch City, in its own way, was not real, but they were still trapped in it, and affected by it. Not only that, but if Missingno. was testing you... Could this not be part of it?

    What do you do?
    As Keith led the way to the coastline, he stared in wonder at his surroundings, the out-of-place boulders, the pieces of ground engraved with letters and numbers, the unnatural colors. And then came a vicious barking sound. Keith looked, and there was a small yet vicious canine, barking fiercely, snapping its teeth, ready for a fight.

    "A Houndour...?" Keith muttered as he pulled out his Pokedex. Myrtle, however, looked somewhat suspicious.

    "It might not be real," she advised Keith.

    "Looks real enough," Keith replied, eyeing the sharp teeth. "I'm not so inclined to risk it, personally. A battle's looking inevitable here."

    "What will you use?" asked Helena. "I can on-ly use Knock Off, Om-i-nous Wind, and Flash, so I am not sure how much help I would be," she added, almost apologetically.

    "Don't worry about it, Helena," Keith smiled to reassure her. "You'll have your first battle eventually. In the meantime..." he added as he took a Poke Ball off his belt.

    "You did not bring ei-ther of your Wa-ter-types," observed Myrtle. "Let's see how this will work out..."

    Keith turned his cowboy hat backwards, a move which Myrtle ordinarily mocked, though she actually seemed less inclined to do so this time around, and he threw the Poke Ball. "Peeves, I choose you! Go!" he shouted as he hurled the sphere forward, which split open, releasing the Duskull into the air.

    "Wah!" Peeves exclaimed as he noticed the barking Houndour before him. "Is you crazy?" he demanded. "This not very good type matchup, you know!"

    "Sorry, Peeves, I didn't have much in the way of options," Keith apologized. "Nothing I got right now is a particularly good matchup against a Houndour, but type advantage isn't everything."

    "It's enough!" Peeves argued.

    "Just do this, Peeves," Keith sighed.

    "Wait- where the hell are we?" Peeves demanded, noticing the odd surroundings for the first time. "What this, I no even."

    "Long story," Keith said. "I'll explain later. Look, use your Leer on the Houndour, then slam it with Headbutt, and follow it up with a Drain Punch, OK?"

    "Got it," Peeves replied as he prepared to attack.

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    Missingno. Master: Myrtle has a good point. You’ve not only brought no water-types on your adventure, but your type match-up for a Houndour is abysmal. Your Shuppets are again on the unhelpful side, and Helena is once more feeling guilty for it. You reassure her before releasing your Duskull, who flails about and questions your sanity.

    “Just do this, Peeves.” You say before making your commands. The ghost-type leers at Houndour, who not only leers back, but howls its dominance, raising its spirit and its attack prowess. While it’s busy showing off, however, it falls prey to your Pokemon’s headbutt attack, tumbling backwards and shaking its head. The Drain Punch is super-effective and well-timed, too, interrupting the dual-type’s recovery.

    For now, despite your bad judgement, you seem to be on top. Houndour’s not lost a lot of health, but it has lost more than Peeves. Peeves, on the other hand, has sapped a bit more of his energy because of the third move you’ve ordered. Houndour is not happy, and is charging in to Bite its opponent, charging an Ember as it does so. What do you do?

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    Missingno. Master: Myrtle has a good point. You’ve not only brought no water-types on your adventure, but your type match-up for a Houndour is abysmal. Your Shuppets are again on the unhelpful side, and Helena is once more feeling guilty for it. You reassure her before releasing your Duskull, who flails about and questions your sanity.

    “Just do this, Peeves.” You say before making your commands. The ghost-type leers at Houndour, who not only leers back, but howls its dominance, raising its spirit and its attack prowess. While it’s busy showing off, however, it falls prey to your Pokemon’s headbutt attack, tumbling backwards and shaking its head. The Drain Punch is super-effective and well-timed, too, interrupting the dual-type’s recovery.

    For now, despite your bad judgement, you seem to be on top. Houndour’s not lost a lot of health, but it has lost more than Peeves. Peeves, on the other hand, has sapped a bit more of his energy because of the third move you’ve ordered. Houndour is not happy, and is charging in to Bite its opponent, charging an Ember as it does so. What do you do?
    In spite of the disadvantage, Peeves seemed to have the upper hand so far. That being said, it was clear that Peeves's Drain Punch was, ironically enough, a little draining on him, Drain Punch not being a move normally learnable by Duskull.

    "You're doing great, Peeves," Keith encouraged his Duskull. "OK, dodge that Bite and hit it with a Confuse Ray! Follow up with Hidden Power- that's a Fighting move for you, so that should work nicely."

    As Keith said this, he seemed to be thinking about something for a moment, and then he dug into his backpack and withdrew from within a Poke Ball.

    "You are go-ing to try to catch it?" Myrtle asked in surprise. "You do not e-ven know if it is real."

    "Guess this is one way to find out, though, isn't it?" Keith grinned. "Don't worry, I won't throw it until the Houndour looks sufficiently weakened. Don't need a repeat of that Absol incident abck in the Sphinx. What a waste of a Poke Ball that was."


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    Missingno. Master: You make your orders and Peeves goes to obey, but you’ve now got more irony to add to your previous lot. Just as you tell your battler that he’s doing great, he fails to dodge Houndour’s bite. The canine latches on hard, and the Duskull wails horribly, trying to float away and shake him off. In his desperation, he tries to confuse the Houndour with the second command, but it misses completely, bouncing off an odd stone in the scenery and flying off into the sky.

    “Peeves! The Hidden Power!” You urge him worriedly, and he lights up, his body brightened by the sphere of power charging up in him. The enemy takes advantage of the close range before your own monster can, using the Ember that had been glowing in his mouth. The ghost wails again before using his attack and Houndour howls, but this time not from arrogance as he is fired into the ground, which cracks and sparks pixels beneath him. He has lost a lot of health, but now, so has Peeves, and the Duskull is suffering from waning energy to boot.

    In terms of health, Peeves has lost almost as much as Houndour, but his energy reserves are far lower, especially where fighting is concerned. The dog is enraged, and he roars in his fury. What do you do?

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    Missingno. Master: You make your orders and Peeves goes to obey, but you’ve now got more irony to add to your previous lot. Just as you tell your battler that he’s doing great, he fails to dodge Houndour’s bite. The canine latches on hard, and the Duskull wails horribly, trying to float away and shake him off. In his desperation, he tries to confuse the Houndour with the second command, but it misses completely, bouncing off an odd stone in the scenery and flying off into the sky.

    “Peeves! The Hidden Power!” You urge him worriedly, and he lights up, his body brightened by the sphere of power charging up in him. The enemy takes advantage of the close range before your own monster can, using the Ember that had been glowing in his mouth. The ghost wails again before using his attack and Houndour howls, but this time not from arrogance as he is fired into the ground, which cracks and sparks pixels beneath him. He has lost a lot of health, but now, so has Peeves, and the Duskull is suffering from waning energy to boot.

    In terms of health, Peeves has lost almost as much as Houndour, but his energy reserves are far lower, especially where fighting is concerned. The dog is enraged, and he roars in his fury. What do you do?
    "Damn it," Keith muttered as things started to turn bad. The battle wasn't going so hot now- Peeves took both the Bite and the Ember, and to top it off, his Confuse Ray had missed completely. Oh, and he was running out of energy, too. "Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

    "Peeves will not last too much lon-ger like this," Myrtle remarked. "You might want to change Po-ke-mon."

    "Yeah, what do you suggest?" Keith demanded. "You're sick-"

    "How a-bout Li-ly?" asked Helena. "You brought her, I think?"

    "Yeah, but she's a Bug-type," Keith sighed. "She's weak to Fire."

    "I weak to Dark, and that no stop you," Peeves called.

    "He makes a decent point," Keith admitted. "OK, Peeves, return," he added, withdrawing the Duskull to his Poke Ball. He reattached Peeves's ball to his belt, keeping the empty one in his hand, and with his other hand, throwing the other one. "Let's go, Lily!" he shouted as the Venomoth re-emerged from her Poke Ball.

    "Venomoth, Veno- moth?" Lily said as she started eyeing her strange surroundings.

    "No time for that right now, Lily," Keith said urgently. "See that Houndour? Hit it with Sleep Powder! If it comes out of that awake for whatever reason, try a Stun Spore followed by a Sludge Wave."

    As he gave the orders, he tightened his grip on the empty Poke Ball in his hand, prepared to throw it as soon as the Houndour fell asleep.

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    LASL: At the suggestion made to you, you begin to tremble and your heart feels like it’s plummeting to the ground. You repeat breathing exercises over and over in your mind until you feel much calmer, and even though you’re silent for over a minute, the man simply watches you with eerie calm, awaiting your answer.

    His expression only falters when you hurriedly excuse yourself, fumbling for Sparow’s Poke Ball beneath a shelter. The north wind batters you, and the rain has become heavy. Even on a good day, you would misinterpret the poor Pokemon’s conversational signals, and while your partner is anything but game, you return to the adult before he thinks you’re any more peculiar than he already must think you are. Plus, it would be rude to keep him waiting.

    “What’s the plan?” You ask, and within seconds, the wind picks up considerably. Sparow caws out with fright, and you panic, holding ever tighter to your friend. The man takes your wrist securely before you go flying over the wall and into the ocean, and then looks out at the storm. It has yet to move any further, but out to sea, you notice a space of water rising upwards as if it’s forming a waterfall. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ of bewilderment as out of the ocean a palace of pure crystal rises, immune to the elements battering it, and sparkling with great beauty. When you can finally tear your gaze away from this amazing sight, you notice the stranger looks different: his eyes are not brown, but glowing a dark crimson, and his hair is not black but a deep blue. It is wavy, like the curves of an aurora. He is holding you too tightly to escape even as you step away, but without even looking back at the distant statue, you know exactly who he resembles.

    What do you do?


    About the only coherent thought going through El's mind was Holy Karpador. She wasn't even thinking it loudly, just a soft, repeating statement. Water? She could take it if it were less than knee deep. Flying and clouds? Sparow could get a few feet high and was at least able to cope with mist these days. Suicune? A palace in the middle of the sea? Holy Karpador, Holy Karpador, Holy Karpador. She wasn't scared or awestruck, not visibly at least. In truth, she was experiencing so many emotions at once that all she could physically do was stand there with a blank, wide-eyed expression while muttering mangled German.

    Well, if you're gonna conquer your fear, why not do it in style? Is probably what El would say if she were a little less broken at that point in time. Eventually she graduated from mangled German to vaguely legible English. "A bu, vai mee? Wha dib aih... Ee 'oing to shtorhm? Ish 'aht cashle? Mee? Vai mee? I... I... What's going on I don't understand!" The wind was so strong, if it weren't for... his grip she could almost have been blown away. Her goggles were beyond useless now, fogged up and covered in rain. But... he wouldn't let go even if she wanted... him to and her other hand was keeping a tight grasp on her pokemon.

    "Are... Are we seriously going there?" El looked in the vague direction of the castle from what she remembered. "Why? How? Why me why me why me!" Sparow squawked as El tightened her grip a little too much. The bird was equally confused, though more by El's sudden affinity for gibberish and being brought out into a wicked storm than the events. Either way neither of them had been expecting that the day would wind up anything like this. And though Sparow would much have rathered to go home, El stubbornly refused to give up. "So what are we doing! Don't waste time please, the longer I wait the more likely I am to chicken out! Please don't let me waste this, I don't want to be afraid!"

    Sure, she was shouting at a wall a few feet in front of him, but its the thought that counts, right?


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    You stumble wearily to your feet, a sore pain in your flank courtesy of Aegis’s hard carapace. With the Helicopter’s whirring rousing you into action the only thing stood in between you and liberating the Shamu – who was in the process of being liberated – was an old fashioned two-on-two brawl. Looking to even the odds you brandish another Pokéball, lobbing it forward to bring Voltron onto the scene. The Magnemite bobs free of his Pokéball with a smooth hum, stars running off his body as he suspends in midair. Meanwhile Aegis switched into a battle stance back against the magnet as the enemy Pokémon rounded on them. With a time limit every second counted, quickly volleying orders to kick off the battle. The redhead squints ahead, vision still impaired for hearing sharp enough to counter your orders, “Corphish! Protect yourself from both attacks then retaliate with a Bubblebeam! Poochyena, Bite on its tail and keep it up with a Crunch before letting it know who’s boss with a Roar!”

    You can’t help thinking she’d be a lot tougher than you thought, these thoughts quickly dashed as the battle got underway. First on the bat is Voltron, the poles of his magnets crackling with electricity as he shoots off a Thunderbolt. The lightning arcs forward, inches from its target until the crawdad suddenly props up a Protective barrier – soaking up the electricity leaving him unscathed. Aegis dashes toward the canine before sweeping his Tail forward, the appendage flickering an Aqua hue. The attack splashes against its mark for a decent hit, but as the Wartortle attempts to pull his tail back the Poochyena straggles on with its jaws locked in a vicious Bite. Unfazed by the last attack, Voltron looks to up the ante as Sparks fly up and down his metal hide, veering toward the Corphish. The crab has other ideas as he tries to set up another shield to Protect himself... only managing to summon thin air with no time to dodge! The magnet tackles into the Corphish for a nasty hit, electricity rippling up the crustacean’s armour as his limbs lock up in paralysis. After a lucky break you switch your attention back to Aegis who was yelping in pain with the pup’s teeth sunk deep into his tail Crunching against the bone. The turtle grits his teeth, inhaling through his nostrils and letting loose an icy tundra. Left sitting duck the Blizzard pelts against the Poochyena’s fur for a heavy hit - Corphish and Voltron also caught in the flurry. The magnet is pushed sideways by the gale before homing back in on his target, emitting a Sonicboom which ripples down the bleachers chipping away another chunk of Corphish’s health. Still stiff from paralysis the crustacean manages to shoot off a Beam of foamy Bubbles, the barrage pelting against the electric type for some solid retribution. Aegis goes to tail off the round, raising his arms which combust in flames. However the Poochyena quickly stops him in his tracks, barking off a powerful Roar making the fire ebb away into cinders as the turtle is caught off guard.

    “Keep it up!” The crook yells, “Corphish! Hit that Magnemite with another Bubblebeam then nail it with Rock Smash! Poochyena! Get on top of the Wartortle with a Take Down then give it a taste of your Thunder Fang!


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    It was sink or swim as the fight against the rough storm ran its course. Your body starts to go into shock as the temperature reaches subzero, your icy breath visible in the pitch-black atmosphere. You block another spray of water from your eyes, the icy cold sting running down your bare arm. Thoughts quickly rush to the man overboard who’s chances of survival seemed less pretty by the second. Your concerns are quickly dashed by the sharp grind of ice bergs against the hull of the vessel as it journeyed deeper into the elements. With both parties nearing the brink it was time for your final gambit. Briney set you to pose a distraction as Peeko swooped in for the orb, a difficult feat for any trainer. Battling seasickness as the deck refused to stay steady against the turbulent surf, you steady yourself against the mast and sweep the horizon again for Delilah. There were less blinking bulbs by the second, only the toughest of the sea creatures yet to be smitten by the ocean god. You quickly spot the angler fish, wracking together a diversion tactic to give the seagull as wide a window of opportunity as possible. With orders shot all you could do now was hold down your lunch as the nautical rollercoaster ride continued.

    Chinchou and his cousins quickly link together, sparks flying up and down their slippery fins as a Shock Wave of energy ripples outward. The electromagnetic field looks to hit its mark again but as you squint toward the far edge of the black horizon the Sea Basin Pokémon is nowhere to be seen! Salty water spits in your face as you’re caught off guard, eyes sore with tang as you hang over the rail and strain toward Chinchou. You quickly home in on a pair of red eyes travelling with the tide at breakneck speed, the submerged Kyogre picking off its prey one fish at a time. Eelektross are easily driven out of the pack, glints of blood visible in the flash of lightning as the orca tears them limb from limb. The waters froth scarlet as it sinks its teeth into the Lanturn’s blubbery hide leaving just a couple of stragglers left. Heart wrenched in both shock and grief you barely hear Captain Briney as he finally sends the Wingull into the fray, “That’s your queue Peeko!” The bird squawks as it takes off into the darkness, barely able to ride the vicious winds as it veers into the eye of the storm. With Delilah seconds away from being eaten alive you could only hope Peeko could snatch the orb in time.

    The clap of thunder quickly rouses you back to your own worries, the deck filling with water and the sails tearing against the violent headwinds – threatening to capsize at any moment. The captain hauls the boom in the opposite direction of the skirmish in efforts to steer toward it, giving you a decent view of the seagull as it made its descent. You also make out Briney Jr., hanging onto the whale’s dorsal fin like a sail with his right hand - possessed by the power of the red orb held so casually in his right. Fingers crossed as Peeko broke into a nosedive you could only hope he made it to Kyogre before Kyogre made it to Chinchou. The orca’s mouth pried open, water draining down its gullet with Delilah unable to break free of its current. Inches from the leviathan’s pearly teeth she winces in fear until the enemy changes course. When you didn’t think things could get worse, Kyogre met the incoming Wingull with a Water Spout – taking him out of the skies like a Gatling gun and sending him careering into the dark ocean.

    PEEEEEEEEEEKO!” Even a second lapse in the captain’s sailing is enough to send the vessel spiralling off course, the mast creaking as it cracked and splintered. You try to squint ahead, Chinchou and two other marine predators letting lose a volley of Thunder and Bolts hitting the orca in the nose sending sparks flying down the rest of its body. Even though they’d had enough time to escape they were determined to fight until the bitter end, igniting a flame in your chest that told you to press on. Their acts of treason were unforgivable, and with the sea god’s rage reaching new highs the waves become more violent than ever. The Surf quickly builds into a huge tsunami looking to take out the resistance in one fell swoop. The tidal wave ploughs through the remaining Lanturn and Eelektross with the heaviness knocking them out cold. Delilah is too small to share their fate, being sucked up to the peak of the wave headed straight for the beach! As it starts to break you try not to picture the tide lethally slamming the angler fish against the coast, but as you go to shut your eyes Briney jabs you desperately to look ahead.

    “Look ma boy! It’s Peeko!” It was Peeko, but not as you knew him... Looking ahead you spot a much bigger bird soaring through the sky, its considerably larger beak propped open as it swooped toward the tidal wave. Barrelling through the rolling wave with ease, the Pelliper scoops up Delilah in his bill just before it crashes against the beach. Peeko starts to gain altitude as it veers back toward the storm, Chinchou’s torchlight leading the way. “Peeko can drop her right above Kyogre, then it’s up to Delilah to get the orb! You can do it kid I just know it!” Briney’s confidence in you was a little overwhelming and with the stake of Whale Island on your shoulders, you’d need to pull out all the stops in order to turn the tide. What will you do?

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    Balmund: Minutes roll by as you tear apart the riddle, mulling over each word and piecing together some sense. The key words in the sentence constituted three water types, and when strung together in an equation added up to another water type! Amazed at your own brilliance you face ahead, squinting in Slowking’s murky torchlight. You swallow nervously as the words got caught in your windpipe. A wrong answer would coax the Pokémon into attack, a sure-fire end to your escape without Ephraim at your steed. Clearing your throat you speak up for the first time since you entered the network of tunnels: Seaking. The words escape your lips like a school of netted Remoraid, too late to call back with the hope you’d guessed right the only lifeline you could hang onto. Seconds pass like minutes in silence sans for the low hum of ocean, the Salamander’s eyes suddenly flickering neon blue. You brace yourself for a telekinetic beat down, but the Psychic power was focused on shifting the wall blocking your way. Dust trickles off the cracks in the ceiling with a low grinding grating like nails on a chalkboard. As the growing plume of dust scatters the Slowking had vanished from view, having paved a way out just a stretch ahead. Light breaks through the threshold, your eyes stinging as they adjust to brightness. The final task lay just ahead and the taste of freedom never felt so sweet. Of course if anyone had a knack for leeching away hope like a parasitic bug Pokémon it was the siren.

    “Wow. You’re the first person to ever get this far. I have to give it to you. Guess you’re more than just a pretty fac-“ the mermaid suddenly breaks off in a fit of laughter ringing down the hollow tunnel, the realisation it was at your expense giving rise to a fresh wave of annoyance, “Oh ho ho... I’m sorry! Over a century of lying to men and I still couldn’t say that with a straight face!” Her goading words seem to drift off into a disturbing silence as you entered waywardly into the final room. Your eyes sweep across the arena in efforts to familiarise yourself with the surroundings. Beams of morning sun filtered down from above, hopes of an early getaway quickly dashed by a wrought-iron grid roofing you in. The uneven terrain below was covered in plant life: a reef of corals painting a pastel of colours on the sandy bed. The suns rays refracted flecks of golden light on the carpet of exotic sponges and corals - all centred around a red sea sponge the size of a mountain. Your guard starts to slip as you move in for a closer look, spotting a colony of trembling Corsola attempting to blend into the surroundings. This is enough to send up warning flags - if there’s one thing you’d learned today it was that even the most beautiful things can be deadly.

    “Isn’t my garden just wonderful? You’ll never guess what I’ve been growing...” you can almost visualise her twisted grin, rubbing you all the wrong ways until she addresses someone or something else, “Garrgan! Dinner Time!” As the only pound of flesh in the dungeon your heart starts to race, eyes darting across the room in search of a predator. The still silence keeps you on your fins, ears straining for any signs of movement. A sudden tremble breaks across the bed making the whole dungeon shake, pebbles and dust breaking away from the ceiling. The red sponge was shuddering the most violently, and seemed to be rising as rock and algae ran off its colossal surface. Suddenly a pair of slits crack open on either side of its head as it came to life, beady black eyes fixing on you with a hungry glower. Awakening with a Godzilla-esc roar your tailfin suddenly locks up in paralysis. The sea monster was one of the few near-extinct Pokémon native to Fizzy Bubbles, with no one ever encountering it and living to tell the tale. Before your brain can signal the rest of your body, the Porossal swings one of its branches forward like a fist sweeping you up like a wrecking ball and sending you careering lifelessly into the coral beds.

    NOOOOOOOOO!” With the Dynamic Punch knocking away your senses you’re barely able to make sense of whether the mermaid’s desperate cry is a wild hallucination. Your body collides with the terrain, the force burying you in a grave of rocky debris. Consciousness starts to slip away as something primal takes over. Pushed to the back of your subconscious this instinct takes the wheel. Fangs bore it struggles under the heap of boulders despite your efforts to regain control – all you could do now is order it in the right direction. As your arms flail aggressively shifting some debris away you get a good look at the sea monster, thumping its chest in triumph unaware that the Gyarados within had finally awoken...
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    Balmund: Minutes roll by as you tear apart the riddle, mulling over each word and piecing together some sense. The key words in the sentence constituted three water types, and when strung together in an equation added up to another water type! Amazed at your own brilliance you face ahead, squinting in Slowking’s murky torchlight. You swallow nervously as the words got caught in your windpipe. A wrong answer would coax the Pokémon into attack, a sure-fire end to your escape without Ephraim at your steed. Clearing your throat you speak up for the first time since you entered the network of tunnels: Seaking. The words escape your lips like a school of netted Remoraid, too late to call back with the hope you’d guessed right the only lifeline you could hang onto. Seconds pass like minutes in silence sans for the low hum of ocean, the Salamander’s eyes suddenly flickering neon blue. You brace yourself for a telekinetic beat down, but the Psychic power was focused on shifting the wall blocking your way. Dust trickles off the cracks in the ceiling with a low grinding grating like nails on a chalkboard. As the growing plume of dust scatters the Slowking was gone from view, having paved a way out just a stretch ahead. Light breaks through the threshold, your eyes stinging as they adjust to brightness. The final task lay just ahead and the taste of freedom never felt so sweet. Of course if anyone had a knack for leeching away hope like a parasitic bug Pokémon it was the siren.

    “Wow. You’re the first person to ever get this far. I have to give it to you. Guess you’re more than just a pretty fac-“ the mermaid suddenly breaks off in a fit of laughter ringing down the hollow tunnel, the realisation it was at your expense giving rise to a fresh wave of annoyance, “Oh ho ho... I’m sorry! Over a century of lying to men and I still couldn’t say that with a straight face!” Her goading words seem to drift off into a disturbing silence as you entered waywardly into the final room. Your eyes sweep across the arena in efforts to familiarise yourself with the surroundings. Beams of morning sun filtered down from above, hopes of an early getaway quickly dashed by a wrought-iron grid roofing you in. The uneven terrain below was covered in plant life: a reef of corals painting a pastel of colours on the sandy bed. The suns rays refracted flecks of golden light on the carpet of exotic sponges and corals - all centred around a red sea sponge the size of a mountain. Your guard starts to slip as you move in for a closer look, spotting a colony of trembling Corsola attempting to blend into the surroundings. This is enough to send up warning flags - if there’s one thing you’d learned today it was that even the most beautiful things can be deadly.

    “Isn’t my garden just wonderful? You’ll never guess what I’ve been growing...” you can almost visualise her twisted grin, rubbing you all the wrong ways until she addresses someone or something else, “Garrgan! Dinner Time!” As the only pound of flesh in the dungeon your heart starts to race, eyes darting across the room in search of a predator. The still silence keeps you on your fins, ears straining for any signs of movement. A sudden tremble breaks across the bed making the whole dungeon shake, pebbles and dust breaking away from the ceiling. The red sponge was shuddering most violently, and seemed to be rising as rock and algae ran off its colossal surface. Suddenly a pair of slits crack open on either side of its head as it came to life, beady black eyes fixing on you with a hungry glower. Awakening with a Godzilla-esc roar your tailfin suddenly locks up in paralysis. The sea monster was one of the few near-extinct Pokémon native to Fizzy Bubbles, with no one ever encountering it and living to tell the tale. Before your brain can signal the rest of your body, the Porossal swings one of its branches forward like a fist sweeping you up like a wrecking ball and sending you careering lifelessly into the coral beds.

    NOOOOOOOOO!” With the Dynamic Punch knocking away your senses you’re barely able to make sense of whether the mermaid’s desperate cry is a wild hallucination. Your body collides with the terrain, the force burying you in a grave of rocky debris. Consciousness starts to slip away as something primal takes over. Pushed to the back of your subconscious this instinct takes the wheel. Fangs bore it struggles under the heap of boulders despite your efforts to regain control – all you could do now is order it in the right direction. As your arms flail aggressively shifting some debris away you get a good look at the sea monster, thumping its chest in triumph unaware that the Gyarados within had finally awoken...
    Balmund uttered his response, too late to take it back, too late to mull it over, and waits. In turn, the Slowking's eyes now begin to glow a neon blue, and for a moment, Balmund gets ready for the worst, but soon realizes that rather than being attacked, the riddlemaster made use of its Psychic powers to pave the way forward. Balmund's answer was correct!The wall before him slowly shifted to the side, grinding loudly and lifting a large cloud of dust as it did. By the time it finished moving, Slowking was gone, light broke in, and freedom could be felt within his grasp.

    Her voice is then heard once again, though Balmund could quite pinpoint her location. Melćna taunts him annoyingly, ever trying to break Balmund's spirit and morale, and fuel his heart further with anger. As Balmund heads into the open field, beautifully adorned by a carpet of glittering coral, caressed by the morning sun's rays filtering from above, he couldn't help noticing a colony of Corsola trembling in fear; an ominous sign for sure. Of course, like it was going to be so easy after all. What exactly laid dormant in this underwater garden? What were they so afraid of? Certainly not himself, he thought. Soon Melćna made it very clear however, as she called forth for another of her loyal soldiers. At her command, the very earth started to tremble, and the huge, red sponge in the center shuddered violently as it came to life, waking up from a long sleep. A beast like this Balmund had never seen. A part of him looked completely awestruck, while the other was thoroughly stricken with fear.

    The monster roars, and before Balmund could even react, the last thing he could see was its colossal appendage swinging towards him, swatting him with dynamic force. Its explosive power sends him flying, heavens know how far back, crashing into a bed of coral. He could faintly hear the siren shriek a loud "NOOOOO" as he laid motionless on the floor. It couldn't have been her, but rather, the little girl within? He was likely dreaming the whole thing up. His ears were ringing. His body, he couldn't feel it. The water was so cold. His consciousness started to fade into nothingness, and then, it awakened. It was like a volcano of energy exploded within his chest. Something primal was taking hold within him, boiling with an unstoppable rage. Balmund's body was now not his own as he flailed the debris away aggressively. All he could really do was but ride the wave, and try to direct this power unto the right target, a thing easier said than done as his mind found itself slowly poisoned by a deep desire for violence and destruction. He stared at his opponent, the sea monster already thumping its chest in victory. No time to hesitate; no way he could think things through. ATTACK was all he could think of. Show the monster the power of Aqua Tail, then go on a close ranged rampage by Thrashing around mercilessly, finishing off with a display of all his pent up Dragon Rage.
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    Dark Searchman: Refunding your Fresh Water (1/10) as having Chinchou swimming over to the boat and drinking it under such rough tides will sort of detract from the story. Don’t worry I don’t plan on killing her off :P

    It was sink or swim as the fight against the rough storm ran its course. Your body starts to go into shock as the temperature reaches subzero, your icy breath visible in the pitch-black atmosphere. You block another spray of water from your eyes, the icy cold sting running down your bare arm. Thoughts quickly rush to the man overboard who’s chances of survival seemed less pretty by the second. Your concerns are quickly dashed by the sharp grind of ice bergs against the hull of the vessel as it journeyed deeper into the elements. With both parties nearing the brink it was time for your final gambit. Briney set you to pose a distraction as Peeko swooped in for the orb, a difficult feat for any trainer. Battling seasickness as the deck refused to stay steady against the turbulent surf, you steady yourself against the mast and sweep the horizon again for Delilah. There were less blinking bulbs by the second, only the toughest of the sea creatures yet to be smitten by the ocean god. You quickly spot the angler fish, wracking together a diversion tactic to give the seagull as wide a window of opportunity as possible. With orders shot all you could do now was hold down your lunch as the nautical rollercoaster ride continued.

    Chinchou and his cousins quickly link together, sparks flying up and down their slippery fins as a Shock Wave of energy ripples outward. The electromagnetic field looks to hit its mark again but as you squint toward the far edge of the black horizon the Sea Basin Pokémon is nowhere to be seen! Salty water spits in your face as you’re caught off guard, eyes sore with tang as you hang over the rail and strain toward Chinchou. You quickly home in on a pair of red eyes travelling with the tide at breakneck speed, the submerged Kyogre picking off its prey one fish at a time. Eelektross are easily driven out of the pack, glints of blood visible in the flash of lightning as the orca tears them limb from limb. The waters froth scarlet as it sinks its teeth into the Lanturn’s blubbery hide leaving just a couple of stragglers left. Heart wrenched in both shock and grief you barely hear Captain Briney as he finally sends the Wingull into the fray, “That’s your queue Peeko!” The bird squawks as it takes off into the darkness, barely able to ride the vicious winds as it veers into the eye of the storm. With Delilah seconds away from being eaten alive you could only hope Peeko could snatch the orb in time.

    The clap of thunder quickly rouses you back to your own worries, the deck filling with water and the sails tearing against the violent headwinds – threatening to capsize at any moment. The captain hauls the boom in the opposite direction of the skirmish in efforts to steer toward it, giving you a decent view of the seagull as it made its descent. You also make out Briney Jr., hanging onto the whale’s dorsal fin like a sail with his right hand - possessed by the power of the red orb held so casually in his right. Fingers crossed as Peeko broke into a nosedive you could only hope he made it to Kyogre before Kyogre made it to Chinchou. The orca’s mouth pried open, water draining down its gullet with Delilah unable to break free of its current. Inches from the leviathan’s pearly teeth she winces in fear until the enemy changes course. When you didn’t think things could get worse, Kyogre met the incoming Wingull with a Water Spout – taking him out of the skies like a Gatling gun and sending him careering into the dark ocean.

    PEEEEEEEEEEKO!” Even a second lapse in the captain’s sailing is enough to send the vessel spiralling off course, the mast creaking as it cracked and splintered. You try to squint ahead, Chinchou and two other marine predators letting lose a volley of Thunder and Bolts hitting the orca in the nose sending sparks flying down the rest of its body. Even though they’d had enough time to escape they were determined to fight until the bitter end, igniting a flame in your chest that told you to press on. Their acts of treason were unforgivable, and with the sea god’s rage reaching new highs the waves become more violent than ever. The Surf quickly builds into a huge tsunami looking to take out the resistance in one fell swoop. The tidal wave ploughs through the remaining Lanturn and Eelektross with the heaviness knocking them out cold. Delilah is too small to share their fate, being sucked up to the peak of the wave headed straight for the beach! As it starts to break you try not to picture the tide lethally slamming the angler fish against the coast, but as you go to shut your eyes Briney jabs you desperately to look ahead.

    “Look ma boy! It’s Peeko!” It was Peeko, but not as you knew him... Looking ahead you spot a much bigger bird soaring through the sky, its considerably larger beak propped open as it swooped toward the tidal wave. Barrelling through the rolling wave with ease, the Pelliper scoops up Delilah in his bill just before it crashes against the beach. Peeko starts to gain altitude as it veers back toward the storm, Chinchou’s torchlight leading the way. “Peeko can drop her right above Kyogre, then it’s up to Delilah to get the orb! You can do it kid I just know it!” Briney’s confidence in you was a little overwhelming and with the stake of Whale Island on your shoulders, you’d need to pull out all the stops in order to turn the tide. What will you do?
    {Good, because I was thinking, "ONOEZ, MY POOR FISHIE IS GETTING HERT! MUST HEALLLL! DX" I don't like my Delilah getting hurt... >_<}

    Hyrem wanted to finish up this Kyogre business quickly; his body was starting to become numb from the freezing cold water getting splashed on him all the time. And if things were bad at the surface, then imagine how Andy must be feeling as his body was forced to battle the subzero temperatures underwater. Hyrem was also getting seasick as the boat kept rocking, unable to calm down in rough waters and ice patches like this. Fortunately, it was time to execute Briney's strategy, so Hyrem located Delilah and relayed the plan to her. She and the few fish that remained tried to Shock Kyogre with another barrage of electricity, and as the attacks touch the Wave... Oh crud, where's Kyogre? More saltwater sprays into Hyrem as he strains just to look for Delilah. Then a pair of glowing red eyes makes Hyrem's heart skip yet another beat: Kyogre had used Dive and was preparing to massacre the fish from underwater!

    "GUYS, LOOK OUT!" Hyrem screamed in an effort to warn Delilah and the others. But it was too late. Kyogre began the slaughter by grabbing one Eelektross after another in its jaws and ripping them apart before gulping down the bigger chunks of eel that lay there. Then it mercilessly moved to the Lanturn, tearing the choicest parts of their bodies out of them and into its gullet, leaving the rest of their bodies to die. So much bloodshed... Between the gore and the... ahem, "steadiness" of the boat, Hyrem might have lost a meal or two in addition to his heart being tied up in knots, fearing Delilah was next. "That's your cue, Peeko!" the captain's command barely registering the trainer's senses. "Gull!" Peeko caws as the old sea gull takes flight into the battering winds. Please, Peeko! the thought screamed into Hyrem's mind. Please, stop Kyogre and save Delilah!

    More thunder strikes down as the boat fills up with water and the sails get torn into pieces. Some reliable boat it's turning out to be, Briney, it could sink right now if it wanted to! Hyrem continues to focus on Peeko, however, as it swoops in for the attempt at the Red Orb. But Kyogre was close enough to Delilah that just by opening its huge mouth the Chinchou would get swallowed whole in an instant! "CHOOOOOOU!" Delilah screams in terror as she is about to accept her fate. Suddenly, Kyogre veers off, but to Hyrem's horror it did so to get a good aim with its Spout at Peeko, blowing a powerful stream of Water out of its blowhole! "PEEKOOOOOOOOO!" Hyrem's heart barely has a second to sink before it leaps back above his chest again as the boat is sent careening away and the mast is shattered into pieces. He was still able to see Delilah, one last Lanturn, and one last Eelektross land another Thunderbolt on Kyogre's nose; a valiant effort, to be sure, but the plan had failed, and Kyogre was looking to finish them all off by summoning an extremely powerful Surf attack. This wave had to have reached 50 ft. in height before it crashed into Lanturn and Eelektross, KOing them outright.

    If only Delilah was so lucky.

    Hyrem could only watch as Delilah's smaller body was catapulted to the crest of the gigantic wave, then he couldn't watch anymore. "DELILAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He started to cry as he knew what would happen: the impact of the wave crashing into land at such a height would flatten Delilah and kill her. Oh gosh, I can't watch either! Just... just tell me when it's over, okay?

    "Look ma boy! It's Peeko!" Briney's tap on Hyrem's shoulder alerts him to a bigger bird. Was it Peeko? Certainly wasn't a Wingull... no, it was him! Peeko had evolved! "Oh wow!" Hyrem called out, feeling a renewed sense of hope as Dexelle revealed what Peeko was now:

    Pelipper, the Water Bird Pokemon, and the evolved form of Wingull. It skims the surface of the ocean and engulfs water and prey with its bill, then carries it off to a safe place before swallowing it all whole. It can also carry its eggs or chicks in its bill to provide the best protection for their young. When tired, they can sit on the surface of the water to rest. Trained properly, they can be used to rescue smaller Pokemon and take them to safety.

    Oh yeah, that last bit that Dexelle said? It was about to come in handy. "Pelllll!" the Water Bird cawed as his mouth opened wide to snatch Delilah from her grave, then fly back into the thick of it with Delilah's lights guiding him back to Kyogre. “Peeko can drop her right above Kyogre, then it’s up to Delilah to get the orb!" Briney said to Hyrem. "You can do it kid I just know it!” So the pressure was on, it was up to Hyrem and Delilah to save Whale Island--no, the whole world--from being ruled by fish, with Kyogre at the top of the food chain.

    "Okay Delilah, this is it!" Hyrem called out to his Chinchou. "As you drop, focus your Supersonic attack on the guy riding Kyogre, then get the orb from him while he's distracted!" He knew better than to rely on just that, however, and he had a backup plan right in his backpack. He looked into a special pocket and pulled out a White Flute; thinking back he probably should've used it earlier, but now was as good a time to use it as any. Come on! thought Hyrem. There's gotta be more Pokemon in the sea than what I saw, I know it! That Basculin, the Gorebyss, they're out there! Please... everyone... please help! And with that, he played a tune that would be sure to resonate across the ocean on his flute, praying for some sort of miracle to surface in these turbulent waters.
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