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    At the moment I am fully capped but if anyone does want an adventure feel free to write an intro and I will get to you as soon as possible (when one of my updatees finishes probably).

    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Deciding to withdraw the ghost Pokémon for super effective reasonings, the Absol in front on you pads the floor with its front paw, getting restless while you make your decisions. Taking a Pokéball from your belt you reveal a Croagunk, but not before getting a berating from your Shuppet for turning your cowboy hat backwards before a battle, the logistics of the move seemingly rather pointless to the sharp-witted ghost you had on-hand. Giving your orders to your Croagunk you watch as the battle gets under-way.

    Malfoy begins the battle by glowing a blue colour, using up nearly all of its water reserves to send out a lot of small interlocking rings, ten of them surrounding the water-loving frog who croaks with joy at setting up the move as they too glow with a blue aquatic nature. Noticing that Absol has yet to move you're shocked to see that it too surrounds itself with rings of water, Mimicing the move before using it. Though Absol looks more tired at the use of it, you know that on health terms it will receive the same boost as Croagunk at the end of each round.

    With both having set up health-restoring moves, Malfoy proceeds to use its quick hands, punching the air at high speed to form a vacuum in the air, the large orb forming from it shooting with incredible speed at the Absol, the wave exploding on contact and sending the dark-type sprawling across the floor, but it gets up with ease despite taking a somewhat decent super-effective hit.

    With the gap between the two Pokémon now quite large Malfoy takes a chance, running towards the white furred Pokémon, its hands awash with fighting energy, matching the colour of its opponent as it looks to cross chop some more super effective damage onto its foe, but as the Absol returns to all fours from the last move the distance between the two is far enough for its mouth to glow a dark red, the resulting Flamethrower attack being launched at Croagunk, its hands stopping glowing as it tries to protect itself from the flames but to no avail, taking a significant amount of damage trying to fight through the flames before eventually taking so much damage it falls to the side, collapsing next to a downed pillar.

    With one hand steadying itself the never-before battle hardened Croagunk gets its first taste of battle, but this is surely a round it would like to forget in a hurry. It won't be able to take many more rounds like that. Absol looks slightly triumphant on the other side, hopping on different downed pillar with its head raised, getting a good look from above as it uses the height advantage to glow a light blue to begin the second round.

    What will you do?

    The Market: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: The boys eyes widen as you give him the bottle of Moo-Moo Milk, caring not for coins but for your comrades as Skoochy's mouth looks like it salivates at the thought of owning and drinking such a luxurious nutritious drink. He seems lost in the moment for a few seconds but after a while the boy opens his tattered jacket, placing the bottle in the inside pocket before closing it once more, his arm protecting the large lump coming from his jacket.

    You ask for him to show you to where your Pokémon are, or better yet show you, to which he nods, silently up-nodding as for you to follow him, running round to the other side of the statue before heading off to one of the large buildings. With a slight hesitation you proceed to play catch-up to the boy who shows no reason of slowing down, despite you chasing after him, sprinting at full speed as he begins to pull away. A few minutes of following him through various alleyways, all the time losing pace, you see him turn another corner. Wondering if this was actually just a ploy to speed away and take the Moo-Moo Milk your surprised to see him stopped outside a building, a large glass basement door to the right. Panting as you walk the final few yards the boy silently points to the entrance as you look down, seeing very little in the darkness before you. The boy opens the doors and as you turn to say thank you he puts a finger on his lips, suggesting that silent stealth would be the best approach here. You nod back in agreement as the boy turns on his heels and runs away, not wanting to be associated with breaking into the thieves hideout should your attempt go wrong as your left alone with your thoughts for a few seconds.

    Pumping yourself up mentally you lower yourself using the steel outlines, finding that this is more of a window than a basement staircase, the distance somewhat large but easily drop-able. A few seconds of breathing to get yourself psyched you let go, crashing down on the floor with a bump as the solid brick floor meets your feet, sending you buckling slightly as you end up on your backside in a dark damp room. The squeak of a Ratatata is enough to send you to your feet, noticing that the room is very rarely used past storage, boxes of unknown quantities and qualities surround you.

    Creeeeaaaak

    The door ahead of you creaks as your panic, just managing to find a hiding spot underneath a box-ridden table as your peer out from underneath, one large box covering most of your body as you see a figure walking down the stairs. Music pounds from above as you pray that this section was not one inhabited by rats or water as your eyes try to adjust to the light. You see the figure close the door with his heel, carrying another box down to where you just were before dropping it on top of the mound already there. He whistles as he does so and it takes you a few seconds but as he veers into view you notice it's the same guy from before.

    Instinct takes hold and before you know it you've charged "John", the surprise attack catching him off guard as you knock him over, the man clearly not expecting to see a previous victim rugby tackling him to the ground as even you are surprised by your strength, sending the man crashing to the floor as he slides a bit on the floor, his possessions being emptied out onto the stone floor. In the center six Pokéballs lay on the floor, rocking slightly though you can't see the Pokémon.

    John looks up, noticing the balls in the middle of the room, looking first to you then back to the Pokémon. Knowing that both of you will only be able take a maximum of three it seems more difficult for each one you take, one being the easiest while three looks a challenge. It would seem that this Mexican stand off is going to be a Pokéball rush, the balls an equal distance away from both you and John, you're going to have to run in, pick up your desired number of Pokéballs and battle this thief.

    What will you do?


    OoC: Please state how many Pokéballs you're going to pick up in your reply. Please refer to the first post as to 1 vs. 1-3 vs. 3. Also if you want to combine two updates and order vague that's fine with me (saves me an update). If you want to see which Pokemon you get first that's fine too but if you order vague you can do moves like "Give me a random status move" or "Fire off your strongest move" or "Fire off a fire or ice attack, if you have any".

    Emporium Hotel: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Marion Ette: With a hop and a skip you move over the skeletal remains having convinced Jack that you were not the killer, all too aware that the accusations of murder and death were not uncommon around you nor was the sight of death itself, in fact you almost revelled in it. Jack however, is clearly not as he tip-toes past the body and into the elevator, shuddering with discontent as he becomes free from the pooling blood and skeleton. Striking up conversation and pressing the button you notice that it doesn't work, stuck on the same floor while the button refuses to light, despite Jack tapping it several times more just to make sure.

    “Ah yes, how rude of me. This here is Kay.” he explains, the Arcanine exhibiting a serious demeanour as he does so, bowing its head for just a second. “I got him from my parents as my first Pokémon. I believe he was hatched by the world renowned Pokémon Breeder Kevin Brown when I was just 9 so of course I was more than happy to take him in. We've been best friends ever since”

    Jack continues stroking his fire-dog's head as it seems his troubles melt away, but one quick look back to the opened-elevator doors and he stops, the sight of the blood once more reminding him of the predicament. Looking around of an emergency telephone or alarm you find nothing on the panel, instructing Ninetales to Nasty Plot in preparation, noting that this could be perfect ambush territory. Turning once more to the panel you note that there are only a few buttons, each allocated to the floors but nothing else; no emergency, no alarm, no door open/close button. Not even a weight warning.

    You wonder why it's not working for a few seconds before asking Jack, who still seems to be hammering on the buttons in an attempt to get it to work. He stops as you ask the question, giving up his man-like approach of hitting things until they worked to step back and actually think about it. Stroking his chin he begins to wonder about what Charles actually did, shaking his head as he replied,

    “I don't actually remember Charles touching a button you know” he says, chewing on his bottom lip in deep thought. “We got in the elevator, Charles was nice to Kay and then we arrived at my room. I don't even remember him moving beyond that”

    He scratched his head with puzzlement before seemingly thinking of a plan, like a light bulb had gone off in his head. Reaching for the inside of his jacket you spot he has a lot of Luxury Balls as he pulls out one, releasing a Rotom into the air as it buzzes with excitement.

    “This is R. I met him when I went to the Old Chateau in Sinnoh. They do wonderful deserts there.” he says as the Rotom buzzes in agreement, flitting about the place. “I needed a room for the night and had heard rumours that the Chateau was the best in Eterna. I wasn't wrong”

    He continues as he returns the luxury ball back to the inside of his jacket, closing it up once more, before trying the button once more, but with no results. Grunting he turns to his Rotom, having thought of a way to get it working.

    “R, see if you can go inside this elevator and get it working. We'd like the ground floor please”

    The Rotom buzzes with acknowledgement, disappearing into the console with a flash. Jack nods as he turns back, explaining his plan.

    “Rotom can possess electronics. I'm sure that he can get us -”

    He's cut short as the light turns a dark red, the numbered display flashing before settling on 'INTRUDER', the doors slamming shut. Jack tries to open the doors but fails, his strength not enough to open the heavy steel doors an inch as they appear locked down. Giving up on that he returns to the console, pressing every button as he appears fidgety in the close-quartered enclosed space.

    “R?! R are you alright?” he says, tapping on the console with worry as you see his visible distress.

    A few seconds of silence fills the air as he waits for a reply, but none comes. Suddenly a hissing noise appears and the smell of gas hits your nostrils, causing you to recoil a bit. Filling the small elevator quickly Jack turns round to face you, unable to quite comprehend what is happening. It seems like it's up to you to get the two of you out of the elevator before the gas does damage.

    What will you do?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Treepandaone View Post
    Research Lab: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Takeo: “Water?” the scientist asks as it slowly occurs to him that you've trekked across Sobek's desert, “Oh of course. Right this way”

    You thank the heavens for your interruption as your throat croaks with lack of hydration, the scientist is so involved with the statistics of both yourself and your Vulpix that he seemingly forgets the etiquette of hosting, blanking you in favour of papered information. He issues you round the corner as you oblige, pulling Vulpix away from any flashing lights, scared that it'll take offence to the computer and burn the rather expensive machines to a crisp, causing even more expense. Eventually the Vulpix begins to settle after several tellings off, allowing you and Sebastian to sit down on the shiny blue table, the marble gripping your fingers as you run it across, feeling the bumps of such an expensive piece.

    The scientist pulls out his Pokédex-like mechanism once more, tapping a few buttons before a machine in the corner whirs away, depositing clear water into a plastic cup. Getting up and getting it Sebastian smiles as he presents you with the ice cold chilled water, you thanking him as you gulp it down. Snarkily thinking that the once honest town wasn't so honest any more you listen to the scientist mumble, the words almost going over your head as he examines you and your Pokémon with great interest before you finally finish your drink, returning back to the subject of the job. Sebastian looks up at you as you do so, a more serious look on his face as he does so.

    “A thief by the name of Louis took it.” He says sadly, looking down at his half drunk cup caressed in his hands “He was a student of mine, a brilliant scientist on the cusp of completing wave particle technology. We were so close to completing and he turned out to be a Team Rocket spy. He stole my machine part and fled into the desert.”

    You nod as he completes the story, wary of Team Rocket through your connection to Blaine, a previous Team Rocket scientist turned good-guy after a trainer called Red changed his views on the world.

    “He fled into the desert about a day ago. I've not seen him since. There's probably a few major places he'll go and hide.” Sebastian continues, snapping you out of your daydream about Blaine and his former suitors.

    “There's a few places he might be; there's a small chance he'll be at The Market. You must've seen it when you came in. He used to go there every day when we worked together, but I never knew why. Now my guess would be he fed information back to Team Rocket. The other place he could be is Farity's Shrine. There's a rumour that it was built to The Goddess of Fertility, but that's just an old myth. Farity's Pond is another place that they might be there, but heavens knows why. It's filled with water so he might have gone there for refreshment. The Colosseum is the last place he could be, but I'd advise you to stay away from there, it's packed with creepy stuff and only powerful trainers should go. Louis didn't have a Pokémon that I know of so I doubt he's there.”

    You nod as the scientist ushers you back to the front door as you contemplate your options, each being as vague on where the thief could be.

    What will you do?



    After a moment the Scientist remembered the rule of etiquette for being a good host,
    “Water?”
    “Oh of course. Right this way” He said, leading Hallow and Grace the way to a near by table,
    Hallow took a seat, placing Grace on his lap, while the scientist called forth a machine that dispensed a cool stream of water into a cup that Sebastian then handed to him,
    Hallow graciously took it and gulped it down acting as if nothing in the whole wide world could taste this amazingly good, the cool water passing through his whole body, reviving his once tired state,
    When he was through he placed the empty cup on the table and noted Sebastian looking at him in a more serious expression then before,

    "Thank you for my most selfish request, now please, go on,"

    “A thief by the name of Louis took it.” He said sadly, looking down and at his half drunk cup caressed in his hands “He was a student of mine, a brilliant scientist on the cusp of completing wave particle technology. We were so close to completing and he turned out to be a Team Rocket spy. He stole my machine part and fled into the desert.”

    Hallow nodded allowing Sebastian to complete his story, but the just mention of Team Rocket made his mind go to work,
    Team Rocket was once a gang in pursuit exploitation of Pokémon,
    While its main focus was the stealing and capturing, then selling, sometimes rare, exotic, and strong Pokémon, it also funded and conducted cruel experimental research on Pokémon,

    Experiments they made Blaine do,

    Hallow started to grip his fists into a tight ball so hard that his knuckles started to turn white, remembering how they used Blaine to do their dirty work,
    Vulpix noted the fury in Hallow's heart and placed her paw on his hand, bring him back to a state of relaxation,
    He patted her on the head and continued to think,

    Their ultimate goal was to take over the world using Pokémon, but with the help of a Trainer named Red and his friends, along side with Blaine they put an end to them...or so we thought,

    “He fled into the desert about a day ago. I've not seen him since. There's probably a few major places he'll go and hide.” Sebastian continued, turning Hallow to reality,

    "Right, where may those places be?"

    “There's a few places he might be; there's a small chance he'll be at The Market. You must've seen it when you came in. He used to go there every day when we worked together, but I never knew why. Now my guess would be he fed information back to Team Rocket. The other place he could be is Farity's Shrine. There's a rumour that it was built to The Goddess of Fertility, but that's just an old myth. Farity's Pond is another place that they might be there, but heavens knows why. It's filled with water so he might have gone there for refreshment. The Colosseum is the last place he could be, but I'd advise you to stay away from there, it's packed with creepy stuff and only powerful trainers should go. Louis didn't have a Pokémon that I know of so I doubt he's there.”

    He nodded as the scientist ushered him back outside to the scorching heat, with the close of the door behind him, Hallow was left contemplating his options, each being as vague on where the thief could of gone as the next one,

    "Well now what?,"
    "Vul...,"
    "Yea me either,"
    Hallow took out a pokeball and faced it towards Grace,
    "Time for your afternoon nap,"
    She yawned as a red light emitted her back into her room, returning the ball back to his pocket,
    Somethings fishy here,
    Remembering what Sebastian had told him, he figured that the market place was the best place to start, wondering if it was still busy as the first time they had passed it, with a kick start Hallow began to run,
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    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Deciding to withdraw the ghost Pokémon for super effective reasonings, the Absol in front on you pads the floor with its front paw, getting restless while you make your decisions. Taking a Pokéball from your belt you reveal a Croagunk, but not before getting a berating from your Shuppet for turning your cowboy hat backwards before a battle, the logistics of the move seemingly rather pointless to the sharp-witted ghost you had on-hand. Giving your orders to your Croagunk you watch as the battle gets under-way.

    Malfoy begins the battle by glowing a blue colour, using up nearly all of its water reserves to send out a lot of small interlocking rings, ten of them surrounding the water-loving frog who croaks with joy at setting up the move as they too glow with a blue aquatic nature. Noticing that Absol has yet to move you're shocked to see that it too surrounds itself with rings of water, Mimicing the move before using it. Though Absol looks more tired at the use of it, you know that on health terms it will receive the same boost as Croagunk at the end of each round.

    With both having set up health-restoring moves, Malfoy proceeds to use its quick hands, punching the air at high speed to form a vacuum in the air, the large orb forming from it shooting with incredible speed at the Absol, the wave exploding on contact and sending the dark-type sprawling across the floor, but it gets up with ease despite taking a somewhat decent super-effective hit.

    With the gap between the two Pokémon now quite large Malfoy takes a chance, running towards the white furred Pokémon, its hands awash with fighting energy, matching the colour of its opponent as it looks to cross chop some more super effective damage onto its foe, but as the Absol returns to all fours from the last move the distance between the two is far enough for its mouth to glow a dark red, the resulting Flamethrower attack being launched at Croagunk, its hands stopping glowing as it tries to protect itself from the flames but to no avail, taking a significant amount of damage trying to fight through the flames before eventually taking so much damage it falls to the side, collapsing next to a downed pillar.

    With one hand steadying itself the never-before battle hardened Croagunk gets its first taste of battle, but this is surely a round it would like to forget in a hurry. It won't be able to take many more rounds like that. Absol looks slightly triumphant on the other side, hopping on different downed pillar with its head raised, getting a good look from above as it uses the height advantage to glow a light blue to begin the second round.

    What will you do?
    Keith's eyes widened in shock as the Absol copied Malfoy's Aqua Ring with Mimic. "OK, definitely didn't see that coming," Keith remarked.

    "You had to have con-si-dered the poss-i-bil-i-ty, Meat Sack," said Myrtle. "Ev-ery-thing can learn Mim-ic."

    Keith said nothing to this, and watched with satisfaction as Malfoy's Vacuum Wave scored a direct hit, but his smirk quickly turned to a worried frown as the Croagunk's Cross Chop was deflected by a vicious Flamethrower.

    "Malfoy, you still good to go?" Keith asked.

    "Croa..." Malfoy replied as he used one hand to steady himself. He was rather shaken by that Flamethrower, but was still able to battle.

    "OK, good. Malfoy-"

    "Hold it, Meat Sack," interrupted Myrtle. "I will take o-ver the com-man-ding this time."

    "I beg your pardon?" Keith said. "Myrtle, I'm the trainer here-"

    "And that is your Croa-gunk, with the Dry Skin a-bil-i-ty, ha-ving just ta-ken a hit from Flame-throw-er," interrupted Myrtle. "I wish to give this com-man-ding thing a shot my-self, and see whe-ther I could do a bet-ter job than you. I don't doubt I would do bet-ter," she added.

    "Myrtle, you do realize that if we lose this battle, we're out of here?" Keith said.

    "Ex-act-ly," snapped Myrtle. "I told you I wan-ted to han-dle the bat-tles, and I in-tend to do so, one way or a-no-ther! Mal-foy!" she barked. "Use your Vac-uum Wave once a-gain, fol-low it up with Gunk Shot, and wrap it up with Me-tro-nome!"

    "Metronome?!" Keith hissed. "Myrtle, are you out of your friggin' mind?!!" At this, Myrtle turned to glare at Keith.

    "Mind your tone, Meat Sack," she said warningly. "Just be-cause your Po-ke-dex states that you are my trai-ner does not mean you know bet-ter than I do. That Ab-sol is like-ly to have such a wide va-ri-e-ty of at-tacks that this en-ti-re bat-tle is one large gam-ble in a-ny case. Not e-ven Ab-sol will be ab-le to pre-pare for the out-come of a Me-tro-nome, how-ev-er."

    Malfoy meanwhile gave Keith a skeptical look upon hearing Myrtle's commands. Keith sighed and gave Malfoy a small nod, as if to say "just do it." Nodding back, though looking slightly wary, the Croagunk prepared to use the attacks he had been commanded to.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Treepandaone
    The Market: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: The boys eyes widen as you give him the bottle of Moo-Moo Milk, caring not for coins but for your comrades as Skoochy's mouth looks like it salivates at the thought of owning and drinking such a luxurious nutritious drink. He seems lost in the moment for a few seconds but after a while the boy opens his tattered jacket, placing the bottle in the inside pocket before closing it once more, his arm protecting the large lump coming from his jacket.

    You ask for him to show you to where your Pokémon are, or better yet show you, to which he nods, silently up-nodding as for you to follow him, running round to the other side of the statue before heading off to one of the large buildings. With a slight hesitation you proceed to play catch-up to the boy who shows no reason of slowing down, despite you chasing after him, sprinting at full speed as he begins to pull away. A few minutes of following him through various alleyways, all the time losing pace, you see him turn another corner. Wondering if this was actually just a ploy to speed away and take the Moo-Moo Milk your surprised to see him stopped outside a building, a large glass basement door to the right. Panting as you walk the final few yards the boy silently points to the entrance as you look down, seeing very little in the darkness before you. The boy opens the doors and as you turn to say thank you he puts a finger on his lips, suggesting that silent stealth would be the best approach here. You nod back in agreement as the boy turns on his heels and runs away, not wanting to be associated with breaking into the thieves hideout should your attempt go wrong as your left alone with your thoughts for a few seconds.

    Pumping yourself up mentally you lower yourself using the steel outlines, finding that this is more of a window than a basement staircase, the distance somewhat large but easily drop-able. A few seconds of breathing to get yourself psyched you let go, crashing down on the floor with a bump as the solid brick floor meets your feet, sending you buckling slightly as you end up on your backside in a dark damp room. The squeak of a Ratatata is enough to send you to your feet, noticing that the room is very rarely used past storage, boxes of unknown quantities and qualities surround you.

    Creeeeaaaak

    The door ahead of you creaks as your panic, just managing to find a hiding spot underneath a box-ridden table as your peer out from underneath, one large box covering most of your body as you see a figure walking down the stairs. Music pounds from above as you pray that this section was not one inhabited by rats or water as your eyes try to adjust to the light. You see the figure close the door with his heel, carrying another box down to where you just were before dropping it on top of the mound already there. He whistles as he does so and it takes you a few seconds but as he veers into view you notice it's the same guy from before.

    Instinct takes hold and before you know it you've charged "John", the surprise attack catching him off guard as you knock him over, the man clearly not expecting to see a previous victim rugby tackling him to the ground as even you are surprised by your strength, sending the man crashing to the floor as he slides a bit on the floor, his possessions being emptied out onto the stone floor. In the center six Pokéballs lay on the floor, rocking slightly though you can't see the Pokémon.

    John looks up, noticing the balls in the middle of the room, looking first to you then back to the Pokémon. Knowing that both of you will only be able take a maximum of three it seems more difficult for each one you take, one being the easiest while three looks a challenge. It would seem that this Mexican stand off is going to be a Pokéball rush, the balls an equal distance away from both you and John, you're going to have to run in, pick up your desired number of Pokéballs and battle this thief.

    What will you do?


    OoC: Please state how many Pokéballs you're going to pick up in your reply. Please refer to the first post as to 1 vs. 1-3 vs. 3. Also if you want to combine two updates and order vague that's fine with me (saves me an update). If you want to see which Pokemon you get first that's fine too but if you order vague you can do moves like "Give me a random status move" or "Fire off your strongest move" or "Fire off a fire or ice attack, if you have any".[/size][/color]
    Alice feels sympathy for the boy as his mouth nearly salivates at the drink, murmuring her thanks as he up-nodded and led her on the way. She supposed the situation called for running, but when she ran, she resembled a penguin and the choice of footwear wasn't the best for such sport. Her stamina was wiped by running, too, and her whole body burned from the inside, fierce pain hammering at heart and throat.

    Surprised and relieved he hadn't just tried to get rid of her, the young girl slowed and walked the final few yards, panting heavily and gasping for breath. He stopped her from attempting to show gratitude with the little air she had left, and Alice nodded, agreeing that stealth was probably best before he left her to it. Well, so much for that, but the trainer couldn't blame him.

    However, this meant she was on her own, and this scared the girl, too. But with all calories ever gained burned off thanks to the athletic street boy, coins wasted on Moo Moo Milk and her Pokemon taken, she had to see this through to the end. She pumped herself up, imagining her little Torchic depending on her, and let herself hang down, the adrenaline shooting through her. Alice felt both dizzied and energised by this, and let her fingers unfurl from the top, managing the final drop. A Rattata squeaked and scrambled in response to the creak and the teenager gasped, her lack of courage once again shining through.

    There wasn't much time to waste. Somebody appeared and she dived into hiding, eyes narrowing at the sight of the fraud and culprit of her Pokenapping: John. It wasn't long before rage and instinct clouded her thinking, and despite her petite frame, she managed to tackle him to the floor. Hours at the gym and trying to survive the trouble her adventures got her into, were surely the reason she managed that.

    "You're going to ****ing pay for this." Alice sneered, throwing herself back onto the floor to try and gather three of the Poke Balls at once. She couldn't see the Pokemon, but in the rush of the moment, she threw one of the spheres, dazzled by the light as it took on its form, "Go! Use an attack that'll raise your stats or downplay theirs if you don't have one! Then use your best, super-effective attacks! If we don't beat this thief, you'll never be rescued, so please trust me!"

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    Laos River: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Thrain: After an arduous journey with Blaze sniffing out anything and everything you finally arrived against another trainer, but with only capturing on your mind you decide that battling is not the agenda for today. Blaze whines a little as you drag him away but with the Treeko hiding behind his trainers leg in fear of the fire-type you think that it was probably for the best. Whistling for your fire pup you continue on the path next to the Laos River, the sounds of water crashing against rocks fill your ears as you observe the changes in water in different areas of the bank.

    Growlithe runs on ahead, barking as he does so for you to follow him as you move from a walk to a sprint; attempting to catch up with the fire-type before it gets himself into trouble. Seeing a small forest area up ahead your mind casts back to the article on the dangers of the region, the jungles being contaminated by powerful and angry Pokémon, the best of survival instincts making it here in Laos.

    Brushing your hand past hangings leaves you soon find Blaze sat down, its tongue extended and panting. Noticing that it has found nothing you begin to walk away but a noise makes you spin back round. Putting a finger on your lips to tell Blaze to be quiet you crouch down on the heavily-leafed floor, moving closer towards the sound. Opening through a clearing you see two very large muscular men surrounded by a small, yet still muscular, group forming a circle. Inside the circle the two larger men are showing off their muscles, goading the crowd into cheering for them.

    Suddenly, both men reach inside the pockets of their black sleeveless leather jackets, withdrawing a small red ball which extends with their touch. It looks like a battle is going to go down, and judging by your surroundings it's going to be a powerful one.

    What will you do?

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    The sun beamed down from high above as Eric and Blaze continued their trek down the banks of the Laos River. Gurgling sounds from the water drew Eric's attention as the day went on, tempting him with moist coolness. Blaze continued to race ahead every once in a while in search of anything and everything, barking at his trainer often to keep up. A half hour passed, and impatience began to sprout between the duo as their search for Pokémon turned up empty-handed. Just when Eric was about to call Blaze back, a bark filled the air: an insistent, course bark, not like Blaze's playful one. Noting that something must be up, Eric set off at a sprint, scaling a hill that he had watched Blaze climb over minutes before. A collage of green met Eric's eyes as he found himself a few yards away from the entrance to a tiny forest. Tropical foliage reached up to the heavens, and it was underneath the undergrowth that Eric spotted Blaze. The Growlithe turned on his heel as soon as he saw his trainer, rushing into the forest.

    A sense of dread washed over Eric as he watched his Pokémon disappear into the brush. He had heard many tales before arriving to Talas regarding the dangers of jungles, where many powerful Pokémon were said to inhabit. Shaking aside his wariness, Eric plunged in after his fiery pup. I have to get to him before he winds up in trouble. "Blaze, Blaze!" Eric called throughout the dense jungle. Brushing aside low-hanging leaves and some tangled branches, Eric soon found himself at the edge of a clearing. There Blaze sat, wagging his tail wildly and staring at Eric in an expectant sort of way. "Blaze! What were you thinking," Eric asked, rushing over to his fire type. "You should know better than to run off into a jungle as dense as this. Who knows what could have happened to you!" Blaze looked a little hurt underneath all the chiding, and turned away from the clearing under Eric's insistence. "C'mon, let's get out of here," Eric said, glancing around nervously at his surroundings.

    Suddenly, a shout filled the air, causing Eric to jump in surprise. Crouching down quickly, he gestured for Blaze to keep quiet, then peeked through a large bush that blocked the edge of the clearing where he thought the noise originated. There, in the center of the opening, stood a group of men clothed in black, leather jackets. Thick muscles roped around each of their arms. Two of the bigger individuals in the center of the group seemed to be showing off to the throng of people, flexing their biceps this way and that. A second later, the duo reached into their pockets and drew out two Poké Balls. Uh-oh, what's going on here? "Is this what you brought me to see?" Eric asked Blaze quietly. The Growlithe continued to look toward the throng of men intently.

    I'd hate to see what Pokémon they have, Eric thought. By the looks of these men, they seem to be pretty dangerous. "Blaze, c'mon, we need to get out of here." Eric began to stealthily move through the underbrush back they way they came, crouching down to not be seen. Blaze, however, remained glued to his spot, watching the two men enlarge their Poké Balls. Sighing in exasperation, Eric returned to his Growlithe's side. "Fine, we'll watch the battle for now, but if it gets too dangerous, we're leaving. Try not to make any noise!" The Growlithe nodded in agreement.



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    Deciding to be the little girl’s knight in shining army, you quickly shout “Leave her alone! She meant no harm!”, putting yourself and Broly between the fallen girl and the angry stagbeetle. The Pinsir was not intimidated at all by your little fire pup, who begins to follow your commands with a mighty Roar, echoing throughout the garden. Even so, the bug was not startled – in fact, it appeared pumped to see a strong-looking opponent, menacingly moving its pincers.

    “Are you okay, Miss? Everything will be fine now...” you tell the little girl, who gently patted her damaged pooch. “What happened out there? Why is it attacking you?”

    Before she could answer, you notice Broly quickly opening his mouth, firing a quick array of small Embers, which upon contact make the Pinsir cry out in pain, that surely was a super effective move. The Pinsir was quick to retaliate however, serving its Revenge by punching the pup’s face, violently hitting the ground for some good damage. Broly tries to move away from the Pinsir so he could attack again, and gets away from the stag’s range, firing another quick round of Embers, again damaging the bug pokemon, that ought to have hurt!

    “Your pokemon is quite strong!” the girl says, looking at you now. “My name’s Linda, and this is Pooch. We’ve been exploring this region for a while, so when we found ourselves a tad hungry, we picked a few berries from a nearby tree. Then, from out of nowhere, that… beast came out of nowhere, and started attacking us. We tried to get away, and we even returned the berries we took – we assumed it was guarding that tree, or something like that. But…it was just too strong for us… And now…Pooch…”
    Her watery eyes quickly focused on the stagbeetle again - unfortunately, it appeared that it was not only Broly who had a super-effective-type move. The Pinsir starts to gather his energy on its hand, a slightly brown hue glow engulfing it, before it was thrown towards the Growlithe. Slow to react, he cries out in agony, as he was Smacked Down by the Pinsir’s rock type attack, who grinned in amusement. It surely had a few tricks up its sleeve, and it wasn’t going to let you go anywhere soon.

    What will you do?
    As Marcelo and Broly stepped in between the Pinsir and the little girl named Linda whose Poochyena named Pooch was crushed with just one attack from the Pinsir, the Pinsir now diverted his rage towards the fiery pup. Marcelo in the meanwhile tried to comfort Linda and to ask her what was wrong. It appeared as if the Pinsir might have been protecting some berry tree from which Linda happened to pick a few berries to satiate her hunger. However, even on returning the berries back, the Pinsir kept attacking, probably having gone berserk from the intrusion of its territory. Now it was upto Broly and Marcelo to stop the stagbeetle's rampage and take care of the girl and her Poochyena.

    "I see... its just probably gone berserk. A few burns might bring it back to its senses. Leave it to us now... we'll take care of it." said Marcelo to Linda while staring the stagbeetle in the eye as it grinned on getting a super-effective hit on Broly. "Enough of the games now. If it's a battle you want, it's a battle you've got!" said Marcelo as he adjusted his light brown cowboy hat on his head and got ready for the forthcoming battle.

    "Broly, let's show the tough guy some moves, shall we? Start with a Flamethrower to attempt to burn it! Then, if it's trying an attack, see if you can dodge it and return a hit with an Aerial Ace! Finish it off with a Crossfire!"

    Marcelo turned his attention towards Linda again. "Once we take care of the Pinsir, let's take Pooch to the nearest Pokemon Centre. Okay? Do you know if there's any Pokemon Centre nearby?" he added to comfort Linda a little bit more.
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    November's a busy month for me (and I managed to blag time off before this snow saga (and panic despite one snowy day.. ****ing English weather) came into effect so you'll have to bear with me. I hope to get two massive update 2 weeks apart for the month but there's a chance I'll have to go to one update for the entire month (like Lilblue).

    Takeo, it's not the best of update and I can see where you've copied and pasted my words and added your own. I like that you've added your own but I must insist that the only lines copied and pasted from my original statement are the speeches other characters give. Feel free to paraphrase or rephrase events happened in the story but I don't want copy and paste. I'm glad you saw the last part to be bordering on self-updating though.

    Another point of note is the strange paragraph/line spacings you put between your words, often after a comma. The part where you say “Hallow nodded as he allowed the man to tell his story,” and then follow with “but Hallow's blood boiled when he heard the name 'Team Rocket'” should really be on the same line as each other. I don't know if this is accident or your just trying to make your update look longer by adding new lines where there shouldn't be.


    Research Lab: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Takeo: Venturing back out into the soaring heat after being ushered away from the laboratory by Sebastian you feel the heat once more, scorching down as you feel immediate beads of sweat begin to form after the nice time inside the air-conditioned room. Wondering if the region feels even hotter than it did before you arrived you withdraw your Pokémon and head off to the market, wondering if it's as bustling as before.

    Running in the heat wasn't the best of ideas but you manage to get to the market OK, tired and sweaty but hoping that someone can give you any leads on the thief who stole Sebastian's machine part. Your notes told you that Sobek's market is filled with tourist stalls and scientist stalls, offering the latest equipment to budding scientists hoping to break through in their respective field while also catering for the numerous tourists the first discovered lost city has to offer; useless knick-knacks spread over the stalls with the odd hidden-gem in places.

    This was no time for shopping, however, and you begin to wander down the aisles of traders your distinct look screams tourist. Not looking much like a scientist the technology stores almost ignore you, years of trading specifically to scientists and having their time wasted by tourists who couldn't afford the specialist gear has left them bitter in the mouth, knowing that while the tourism and science expedition go hand-in-hand, they seem to prefer the 'old days', before Sobek became a tourist destination and was used solely for the culmination of science. You ask around but everyone seems to ignore you, not even expressing a desire of interest in the machines gets you anywhere and you're sent on your jolly way to deal with the tourist industry.

    Further down the line you see lots of tourist-y stalls, the lines blurred slightly with the odd tourist stall hoping to catch the early tourist before he got to the main hunk of the stalls but this was truly the place of tourist flogging. Walking along you're on the look-out for suspicious thief-type behavior but seem to be constantly bombarded by the stall owners and helpers, random people who look like ordinary tourists seem to be under the employment of the stall-owners, paid to weed out tourists with money and to get them interested in goods and you're no different, the men getting in your face and asking if you wanted to try out the new GameBuy 3,000, the latest invention from Devon Corp., the newest and most secret gaming console for trainers only released here in Talas or a piece of the original wall first found by scientists in 1912. You go over to the stalls but at a glance you question the validity of these offers, many of the market items fakes or replicas of distance products, sold to unsuspecting trainers for a quick buck, knowing that they'll never see them again once they return home from their little trip out to the volatile desert.

    You persevere, however, asking each store member if they've seen a thief around these parts. Many shake their heads while others tell you sob-stories of thieves taking all of their items but once you're hooked and wanting to help them they move you over to their “new” stall and ask you to buy items from them to help them back on their feet, the over-exaggerated crying and sudden stoppage when you look at the items making you believe it was all just a ploy, discarding their stories and leave, the store-owners accepting that you wised up and let you go. Others tell you they have seen thieves in the area, but as you ask about Team Rocket they simply shake it off, indicating that it's often children of questionable morals who steal and item, but are often apprehended by the strict police force or by the stall owners themselves, looking across to see a powerful Houndoom guarding one particular person's stall and a Watchog another, the first's sense of smell and intimidating stature enough to reduce crime while the others keen eye ability and never-blinking always-on-guard meerkat seeing every detail.

    You sigh as you feel the thief getting further and further away, when suddenly you find a boy similar in age to yourself, who looks angry and annoyed. You ask him if he had seen a thief to which he nods,

    “Yeah I seen a thief. That old man sold me a Soul Dew so I could go visit The Southern Island and see one but when I bought it it turned out to be a Pokéball painted in the same colours and the Soul Dew. I asked for a refund and he said he wouldn't give me one because it was store policy.”

    Seems the young man has a problem. The longer you spend helping people the more time the thief has to gain on you, but this person seems upset at being miss-sold and item.

    What will you do?

    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Working out that your Pokemon's ability is in fact Dry Skin, you worry about the flamethrower's extra damage, the powerful Absol had enough experience and battle-knowledge already and now with the added disadvantage Crogunk held you fear that the Absol could be too good for you little untested frog.

    Your Shuppet, however, disagrees and takes over the reigns, causing you to have a little argument before you finally concede, the stubborn Ghost-type ordering Croagunk what to do. The Pokémon looks very confused at the sudden change of instructors, and looks over to you both with panic, but as you agree with the Shuppets orders it nods sternly, accepting that today is a different day.

    As the round begins both Pokémon battle for initiative, the priority of Absol's partly-charged move going head-to-head with Croagunk's lightning fast hands and Vacuum Wave combination, leading to an epic beginning. Absol, using the higher ground and slight hesitation from the frog to follow Myrtle’s orders, manages to fire off its Ice Beam attack, the ice cannoning from its mouth and twisting in the air, heading directly for the propped up Croagunk. In retaliation, however, the Croagunk falls back on its priority, punching the air with supreme speed to create a Vacuum, the fighting Wave passing the Ice Beam in mid-air.

    As both attacks hit at exactly the same time, Croagunk cries with pain as it's subjected to a hot-then-cold combination, the pressure of the combination causing some breakage to Pokémon of fortification. Absol on the other hand gets hit by the Vacuum Wave, the resulting explosion of Super Effective attacks sending the dark-type flying from its higher ground, the reliability weak attack doing added fall damage as a bonus as the quadrupedal skids along the rock floor before crashing slowly coming to a halt. It gets up and snarls in anger, visible hurt by the fighting spirit the small Croagunk is showing.

    Moving together once again, Absol and Croagunk fire off another barrage of attack, the poison-frog using its type-affinity to fire off a Gunk Shot into the air, the poison move fired high into the air before it arches down, attempting to avoid the fallen pillar Absol is unknowingly using as cover. As the attack flies over, Absol sees it late, panicking before automatically firing off a Dark Pulse at the gunk, causing the move to explore in mid-air, causing an explosion and the resulting sludge to splatter over the battlefield.

    As Absol begins to take a breather it's surprised to see Croagunk continuing the attack, the frog wagging its fingers back and forth, each hand glowing white before fading, Croagunk continuing to then run at near-light speed, tackling the Absol several times with Acrobatic skill, leaving two after-images that fade after a second. With both Pokémon now in close proximity Croagunk looks tired, last round's three-moves more exhausting than that of the two-move Absol.

    What will you do?

    Club Basement: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: Grabbing three of the Pokéball spheres you quickly throw one of yours, the ball cannoning off the floor with an explosion of light, a small Ivysaur appearing from it. As the Pokéball methodically bounces back into your palm you notice the Ivysaur already cowered over in fear, not looking at you as it puts its head down.

    Your voice, however, makes it more inclined to move as it realises you are not the thief, looking up at you with wide eyes; its stature far more weakened than you originally thought. The leaves below its bulb look cut and torn, its face battered and bruised and there's a nasty cut above its right eye, like someone had repeatedly slashed the Pokémon with sharp claws. Gasping at the mistreatment of this poor Pokémon your thoughts go to your own, scared that they too could be suffering the same fate, making you more determined to show this thief who's boss.

    Swearing at him the thief gets up to his feet, dusting himself down as he notices who you are, recognising you from before. He looks down at the Ivysaur with a sickening smile, laughing at it's weakened state and your furious anger.

    Encouraging the small grass-type to fight with you to deal with the thief, the Ivysaur has a brief period of wonder, clearly examining the options before finally deciding, a unenthusiastic nod confirms that it will indeed fight by your side. Giving it your orders the plant Pokémon nods again, looking round to see the thief pull out a Pokéball of his own, calling on a Granbull which opens its massive mouth before chomping down on thin air, clearly chomping at the bit for action. Ivysaur winces as he sees the Granbull, but stands strong to its threatening taunts.

    Ivysaur begins the battle by attempting to heighten its own skill, using the small amount of sunshine beaming in through the opened roof to power itself up, the apparent Growth in appendage visable to all, the pod on its back being the main source of expenditure. Granbull, seeing the slighly larger Ivysaur facing it uses sharp teeth and finger pointing to Torment Ivysaur, suggesting that it too will inflict the same amount of damage, if not worse, on the already battered Pokémon.

    Determined not be too brought down by the Granbull, Ivysaur closes its eyes before charging in, using its flailing vines to Rock Smash the Granbull's chest, sending it skidding along the floor back to the thief trainer, who angrily shouts and the Pokémon and kicks it before it gets back to its feet, very angry at Ivysaur. In return, it too runs up to the opposition, also using a Crunch to clamp down on Ivysaur's foot, trapping it as it screams with pain.

    With the round over and Ivysaur trapped, the thief shouts his orders as Granbull's hand glows red with energy before seting alight, swinging it back ready for the start of round 2.

    What will you do?


    OoC: For all intents and purposes Ivysaur has all of the TMs it can learn (including Gen III & IV only TMs), as well as level-up moves up to level 30. It has no Move Tutor or Egg Moves at its disposal, or pre-evolution moves.

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    Thrain: With your stubborn Growlithe deciding to watch the battle you return to his side, allowing the fire-pup to stay if it promises to be quiet and to leave at the first sign of danger. Worried about the dangerous looking men's attitude you wonder what type of Pokémon they would have, and wonder what is going on. Taking a crouch beside your adoring Pokémon you watch as the battle begins, moving a branch slightly so you can see better, noticing that an audience made up of similarly dressed people rings round the two fighting.

    Both trainers begin the battle in the same fashion, performing a battle routine of exactly the same stances and moves, the battle dance a custom among this particular group as they unclasp the Pokéballs from their belts before bringing it back, clicking the button at the same time as the two Pokémon are released in unison.

    On the side of the smaller male, a large Ursaring is released, which bellows its battle cry through the forest, causing a few small birds to caw and fly out of the trees in panic. On the other side, an Ursaring also stands, but no sound erupts from its mouth as it stays still.

    With both trainers giving their battle orders, both Pokémon begin the battle by advancing their moves, Bulking Up and Honing their Claws as they swagger back and forth, preparing each other and seizing each other up. The audience begin to murmur as they do, expecting the battle to go this way in the opening round, setting up for an all-out brawl in the second.

    With both Pokémon completed and returned to their trainers for orders the smaller male trainer begins first, using his Ursarings Strength to topple the opponent, throwing it in a judo-flip to land it on its back before swiftly Night Slashing and Low Kicking, causing the grounded bear to wince as the attack hits its ribs. The audience murmurs louder still, wondering if the grounded Ursaring could come back but as the now confident looking dominating Ursaring looks down on its opponent it gets a Mega Kick to the face, the upkick working perfectly as it reverses the situation, causing the recipient to stumble as the downed Ursaring gets back to its feet.

    With both Pokémon standing on two feet and the smaller male's Pokémon dazed, the larger Ursaring charges up a Focus Punch, landing the powerful attack in the stomach of its opponent, causing the bear to reel back, clearly winded by the blow to the midsection. Stumbling around, the winded Ursaring tries a Fire Punch, swinging for the fences with the haymaker but the other Ursaring catches it, spinning the wounded Ursaring round before using a Submission read naked choke not a move Ursaring can use normally.

    Within a few seconds the smaller Ursaring taps before falling unconscious, but with no hesitation the larger one continues before twisting, snapping the smaller ones neck. Leaving the body limp on the floor Ursaring stands up but again with no sounds is recalled to its Pokéball. The forest is silenced as the audience take in what has happened, but you feel like you want to throw up.

    Deciding that this would be a good time to leave you issue the command to you Growlithe, pointing in another direction before leaving, trying to quickly escape from the nightmare you saw before you. As you do, however, you hear a large SNAP as you step on a very large branch. Questioning how you didn't see it before you look behind you to see that everyone has noticed you.

    A surreal second or two passes as you stare back at each other in confusion but as the larger male collects himself from winning the battle he spots you, yelling to his boys as he realises you've seen the fight.

    “GET HIM”

    With this a flurry of action explodes through the forest, you turn on your heels and run as fast as you can, the group begin to chase but as they're on their knees you feel yourself with an upper hand. With Growlithe running beside you, you peg it through the forest and into a clearing, a large stretch of tree-less woodland before another section of heavy trees. Noticing that if you make it across the plain-land and into the woods you'll be able to get away you quickly sprint towards the tree-line, hoping to outspring the larger fatter members of the audience you just saw.

    Vroom. Vroom.

    The loud sounds of engines pierces your ears as you curse your luck, keeping running but looking over your shoulder to see every member on a motorbike, chasing you down. With the trees being your only solution you find yourself in a race, a mere half a football field to go. You begin counting down like John Madden as your feet race as fast as they can.

    40....30.....20.....10.... thunk

    A large object forces you to the ground before you know it, the heavy force sending you off balance and crashing onto the woodland floor, autumn leaves being kicked up and sprayed as you skid, the momentum from your run carrying you forward a few yards. Looking back you see a Seviper Wrapped around your body, its large fangs poised at your neck as you stop dead-still.

    The bikes come closer as you tell Growlithe to stop growling at them, knowing any threat and the Seviper's fangs could easily puncture your throat. As you lie still staring up at the snake you see the largest male approach you, standing over you, the leader of the pack given first rights.

    “Your Pokémon. Give them me.” he says in a low grumbling voice, gesturing towards the Pokéballs on your Pokébelt.

    What will you do?

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    Missingno. Master: Working out that your Pokemon's ability is in fact Dry Skin, you worry about the flamethrower's extra damage, the powerful Absol had enough experience and battle-knowledge already and now with the added disadvantage Crogunk held you fear that the Absol could be too good for you little untested frog.

    Your Shuppet, however, disagrees and takes over the reigns, causing you to have a little argument before you finally concede, the stubborn Ghost-type ordering Croagunk what to do. The Pokémon looks very confused at the sudden change of instructors, and looks over to you both with panic, but as you agree with the Shuppets orders it nods sternly, accepting that today is a different day.

    As the round begins both Pokémon battle for initiative, the priority of Absol's partly-charged move going head-to-head with Croagunk's lightning fast hands and Vacuum Wave combination, leading to an epic beginning. Absol, using the higher ground and slight hesitation from the frog to follow Myrtle’s orders, manages to fire off its Ice Beam attack, the ice cannoning from its mouth and twisting in the air, heading directly for the propped up Croagunk. In retaliation, however, the Croagunk falls back on its priority, punching the air with supreme speed to create a Vacuum, the fighting Wave passing the Ice Beam in mid-air.

    As both attacks hit at exactly the same time, Croagunk cries with pain as it's subjected to a hot-then-cold combination, the pressure of the combination causing some breakage to Pokémon of fortification. Absol on the other hand gets hit by the Vacuum Wave, the resulting explosion of Super Effective attacks sending the dark-type flying from its higher ground, the reliability weak attack doing added fall damage as a bonus as the quadrupedal skids along the rock floor before crashing slowly coming to a halt. It gets up and snarls in anger, visible hurt by the fighting spirit the small Croagunk is showing.

    Moving together once again, Absol and Croagunk fire off another barrage of attack, the poison-frog using its type-affinity to fire off a Gunk Shot into the air, the poison move fired high into the air before it arches down, attempting to avoid the fallen pillar Absol is unknowingly using as cover. As the attack flies over, Absol sees it late, panicking before automatically firing off a Dark Pulse at the gunk, causing the move to explore in mid-air, causing an explosion and the resulting sludge to splatter over the battlefield.

    As Absol begins to take a breather it's surprised to see Croagunk continuing the attack, the frog wagging its fingers back and forth, each hand glowing white before fading, Croagunk continuing to then run at near-light speed, tackling the Absol several times with Acrobatic skill, leaving two after-images that fade after a second. With both Pokémon now in close proximity Croagunk looks tired, last round's three-moves more exhausting than that of the two-move Absol.

    What will you do?
    Keith watched as Malfoy carried out Myrtle's orders, with an understandable amount of hesitancy. Myrtle might have all the wisdom from her prior life, but Keith knew that she had been a wild Pokemon in her previous life, and not a trainer. However, things appear to be getting off to a good start as Malfoy's Vacuum Wave connects at the same time as the Absol's Ice Beam. Keith's Croagunk wasn't as lucky with Gunk Shot, but made up for it as he Metronomed Acrobatics, which had to have done some decent damage. Though Malfoy was looking pretty tired out, Keith knew the Absol had to be worn out a little bit, too.

    "I gotta hand it to you, Myrtle, that went pretty well," Keith conceded.

    "As I knew it would, Meat Sack," Myrtle replied.

    "I like that Absol's fighting spirit, though," Keith added, a glint in his eye, which did not go unnoticed by Myrtle.

    "You can-not se-ri-ous-ly be thin-king what I think you are thin-king," Myrtle said.

    "Oh, I'm thinking it," Keith replied as he extracted an empty Poke Ball from his backpack. "Myrtle, you may give the orders once more. I'll throw this when I think the time is right."

    "Good Ar-ce-us," Myrtle groaned. "The P-C Sto-rage Sys-tem al-lows all trai-ners un-li-mi-ted sto-rage space, and you go ab-so-lute-ly in-sane."

    "Hey. Absol are awesome," argued Keith. "They're also supposed to be extremely rare, so who knows when this sort of opportunity will roll around again? I'd be a fool to pass this up! Now let's do this."

    "Fine," sighed Myrtle. "Malfoy! A Cross Chop at-tack now! Fol-low up with Mud-Slap, and then go for a Head-butt!"

    Keith nodded his approval of these orders, and gripped the Poke Ball tightly in his hand, prepared to throw it the second the Absol looked like it had had enough.


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    Meetan: Grabbing three of the Pokéball spheres you quickly throw one of yours, the ball cannoning off the floor with an explosion of light, a small Ivysaur appearing from it. As the Pokéball methodically bounces back into your palm you notice the Ivysaur already cowered over in fear, not looking at you as it puts its head down.

    Your voice, however, makes it more inclined to move as it realises you are not the thief, looking up at you with wide eyes; its stature far more weakened than you originally thought. The leaves below its bulb look cut and torn, its face battered and bruised and there's a nasty cut above its right eye, like someone had repeatedly slashed the Pokémon with sharp claws. Gasping at the mistreatment of this poor Pokémon your thoughts go to your own, scared that they too could be suffering the same fate, making you more determined to show this thief who's boss.

    Swearing at him the thief gets up to his feet, dusting himself down as he notices who you are, recognising you from before. He looks down at the Ivysaur with a sickening smile, laughing at it's weakened state and your furious anger.

    Encouraging the small grass-type to fight with you to deal with the thief, the Ivysaur has a brief period of wonder, clearly examining the options before finally deciding, a unenthusiastic nod confirms that it will indeed fight by your side. Giving it your orders the plant Pokémon nods again, looking round to see the thief pull out a Pokéball of his own, calling on a Granbull which opens its massive mouth before chomping down on thin air, clearly chomping at the bit for action. Ivysaur winces as he sees the Granbull, but stands strong to its threatening taunts.

    Ivysaur begins the battle by attempting to heighten its own skill, using the small amount of sunshine beaming in through the opened roof to power itself up, the apparent Growth in appendage visable to all, the pod on its back being the main source of expenditure. Granbull, seeing the slighly larger Ivysaur facing it uses sharp teeth and finger pointing to Torment Ivysaur, suggesting that it too will inflict the same amount of damage, if not worse, on the already battered Pokémon.

    Determined not be too brought down by the Granbull, Ivysaur closes its eyes before charging in, using its flailing vines to Rock Smash the Granbull's chest, sending it skidding along the floor back to the thief trainer, who angrily shouts and the Pokémon and kicks it before it gets back to its feet, very angry at Ivysaur. In return, it too runs up to the opposition, also using a Crunch to clamp down on Ivysaur's foot, trapping it as it screams with pain.

    With the round over and Ivysaur trapped, the thief shouts his orders as Granbull's hand glows red with energy before seting alight, swinging it back ready for the start of round 2.

    What will you do?
    OoC: For all intents and purposes Ivysaur has all of the TMs it can learn (including Gen III & IV only TMs), as well as level-up moves up to level 30. It has no Move Tutor or Egg Moves at its disposal, or pre-evolution moves.
    Alice briefly concealed her eyes with a hand as the Poke Ball's light lit up the room, but what she found before her was not impressive. The Ivysaur resembled a wilted plant, its blue skin cut and shredded, the bulb and leaves looking sad and in need of nutrition. It was in a sorry state, and seemed even afraid of her.

    She couldn't feel relieved even as the Pokemon agreed with her, her mind flittering to her own team. Torchic losing his feathers, Pichu forever afraid of this new world she was always so curious and excited to explore. Pineco, wondering what he had done wrong, Swinub abandoned in a time of need when he was always there for her and Bagon - disappointed that his owner couldn't step up to the plate. She bit her lip, tears threatening to fall, but this down expression changed to a scowl at the sight of the Granbull being kicked.

    "What kind of trainer are you, anyway?! Sort your life out!" The teenager snapped, gasping as the canine chomped down on Ivysaur's foot, wincing at his cry of pain. "Don't worry, Ivysaur! We'll get through this together, I promise! Use Protect, then Double Team and Leech Seed!" She called, concerned at the thought of it enduring a punch at close range. "You don't need to be afraid anymore, I promise!"

    Alice wasn't sure if making a promise like that was wise, but she needed to help it through this, whatever it had gone through. Not only for its sake, but for hers and all the other Pokemon, too.

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    Meetan; Glad you're enjoying the adventure. I'm never sure as I'm good at replying to zones, but I'm never sure if my updating is enjoyable for those I'm updating. Also I tend to use battles over other challenges because I suck at creating them, but I'll try and work on that :x.

    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Getting over your anxiety about allowing Myrtle to take over the orders you watch as the battle goes a relative success, before allowing your Shuppet to take over the reigns once more. Grabbing a Pokéball out of your bag you grasp the red and white sphere tightly in your hands, appreciating the Absol enough to want to capture the dark-type, the glint in your eye equal to the glint coming off the Pokéball.

    Getting the battle started your small poison frog charges its fists full of fighting energy, its hands glowing white once more as it raises them to head height before slamming down with extreme quickness, the priority of the Cross Chop surprising the Absol as it takes the brunt of the attack with a wail; the attack doing very heavy damage in the circumstance, sending the Absol recoiling a few steps backwards to catch its breath.

    Feeling that the perfect time to launch another attack while the Absol was stunned you see Myrtle give another order as Croagunk nods its head, still waiting for the perfect time to throw the Pokéball. As you do, however, Croagunk Slaps the floor with its flattened fin, hoping to release some Mud from the floor into Absol's eyes but as it slaps the stone only dust explodes into the air like a mushroom cloud, the mud slap attack doing nothing when there's no mud about.

    With the battlefield being hard to see you wait for the dust to settle, Croagunk looking around at each direction, waiting for a flash of white before attacking with something else, but as you strain your eyes to look for the Absol, a crackle of thunder bolts through the smoke, hitting the small frog for some good damage, but luckily not paralyzing it.

    Feeling the recoil from such a hard shot Croagunk looks to get even, lowering its head before running at the Absol, intending to butt it into submission; its small black feet hitting the rock as it runs towards the target, but as it does Absol begins to run towards Croagunk too. Looking on as the two begin to pick up speed you see Croagunk head connect with Absol's Body Slam, the taller and twice as heavy dark type dealing much more damage out than the frog, but still feels the headbutt to the chest.

    Feeling that this is your best chance of catching the Pokémon you throw the red and white sphere at Absol, the Pokéball flying through the air at the unsuspecting quadrupedal who is more focused on battle. As the Pokéball nears its target, the Absol manages to see it out of the corner of its eye, a brisk snap of its neck muscles Cutting the Pokéball in half with its head-scythe as one red and one white segment hit the stone floor and bounce away. Snorting, the Absol looks to be more pissed off, lowering its Edged scythe in preparation for the next round. With Croagunk now knackered, it looks like conserving energy might be the call...

    What will you do?

    Club Basement: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: Yelling your frustrations and questioning your opponents validity as a Pokémon trainer you gasp in shock as the man begins to grin before launching into a hearty sadistic laugh.

    “Trainer? I just 'look after' the Pokémon that the boss doesn't want. I couldn't care about Pokémon. The boss promised me scientific fame and lots of money so I can finally show my father he's wrong about trusting Pokémon further than you can throw them” he announces, brushing down his shoulder with discontent.

    Fighting off the tears you begin to plan your revenge starting with getting Ivysaur out of its predicament, offering support in the form of worded encouragement as the Ivysaur doesn't reply, clearly worried about the situation far more than words can help. Giving your word that you'd get it out of the situation, all the while concerned about the close-range punch, you give your orders to Ivysaur.

    With Granbull's hand now at a sufficient heat, the bulldog-like Pokémon swings a haymaker downwards towards the grass type, the Ivysaur wincing before just putting up a protective barrier, causing the Granbull to smack its fist against the hard wall, howling with pain as it recoils backwards releasing Ivysaur from its grasp and delighting its hand.

    Having avoided the first attack, Ivysaur looks to grow a little in confidence, and then grow in numbers as it Double Teams its opponent, creating 2 extra identical clones to look on. The man opposite growls with frustration before ordering his Pokémon to attack, the Granbull complying with a quick combination of Stone Edge and Flamethrower, however as luck would have it both miss, hitting the clones and making them disappear.

    Ivysaur shrinks a little at the powerful super effective moves, but allows itself to follow your orders, firing a small pip of a green seed onto the target. Flying through the air the seed lands on Granbull's forehead, releasing a plethora of vines which immediately sap the normal-type's energy and health, leeching off it. With the seed having taken a little health you'll need to order to recall the seed if you want the advantages, or you can leave it to sap more each round.

    What will you do?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Treepandaone View Post
    Meetan; Glad you're enjoying the adventure. I'm never sure as I'm good at replying to zones, but I'm never sure if my updating is enjoyable for those I'm updating. Also I tend to use battles over other challenges because I suck at creating them, but I'll try and work on that :x.

    Club Basement: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: Yelling your frustrations and questioning your opponents validity as a Pokémon trainer you gasp in shock as the man begins to grin before launching into a hearty sadistic laugh.

    “Trainer? I just 'look after' the Pokémon that the boss doesn't want. I couldn't care about Pokémon. The boss promised me scientific fame and lots of money so I can finally show my father he's wrong about trusting Pokémon further than you can throw them” he announces, brushing down his shoulder with discontent.

    Fighting off the tears you begin to plan your revenge starting with getting Ivysaur out of its predicament, offering support in the form of worded encouragement as the Ivysaur doesn't reply, clearly worried about the situation far more than words can help. Giving your word that you'd get it out of the situation, all the while concerned about the close-range punch, you give your orders to Ivysaur.

    With Granbull's hand now at a sufficient heat, the bulldog-like Pokémon swings a haymaker downwards towards the grass type, the Ivysaur wincing before just putting up a protective barrier, causing the Granbull to smack its fist against the hard wall, howling with pain as it recoils backwards releasing Ivysaur from its grasp and delighting its hand.

    Having avoided the first attack, Ivysaur looks to grow a little in confidence, and then grow in numbers as it Double Teams its opponent, creating 2 extra identical clones to look on. The man opposite growls with frustration before ordering his Pokémon to attack, the Granbull complying with a quick combination of Stone Edge and Flamethrower, however as luck would have it both miss, hitting the clones and making them disappear.

    Ivysaur shrinks a little at the powerful super effective moves, but allows itself to follow your orders, firing a small pip of a green seed onto the target. Flying through the air the seed lands on Granbull's forehead, releasing a plethora of vines which immediately sap the normal-type's energy and health, leeching off it. With the seed having taken a little health you'll need to order to recall the seed if you want the advantages, or you can leave it to sap more each round.

    What will you do?
    "I don't think you could throw anything far, quite frankly. Just look at you!" Alice spat back bitterly, just as daunted as Ivysaur by the close range of the super effective moves. "You're doing great, Ivysaur! We'll get through it. Use Light Screen, then Toxic and Venoshock!" She ordered. It was best to get their defense up, what with this Granbull clearly so well trained - and trained to be perfect against an Ivysaur, by the looks of it. Still, for his condition, he was doing great. If only his esteem could be boosted, too, they'd be perfect to go.

    "Anyway, a scientist who doesn't care about Pokemon isn't going to get very far, famous or not. Especially if he can't look after them. What've you even been doing to these poor things?!" The trainer asked next in her outrage, looking at the fearsome Granbull, too. She felt so sorry for it, and would rather stop the battle to swoop it up in her arms than carry it on. How must it have felt about humans when it got kicked around and shouted at like it did? She wished she could speak to them both. She wished she could know all the things they felt and experienced. It just wasn't fair, and the sooner she could praise and cuddle Ivysaur, and do the same for her own team, the better.

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    Takeo: Venturing back out into the soaring heat after being ushered away from the laboratory by Sebastian you feel the heat once more, scorching down as you feel immediate beads of sweat begin to form after the nice time inside the air-conditioned room. Wondering if the region feels even hotter than it did before you arrived you withdraw your Pokémon and head off to the market, wondering if it's as bustling as before.

    Running in the heat wasn't the best of ideas but you manage to get to the market OK, tired and sweaty but hoping that someone can give you any leads on the thief who stole Sebastian's machine part. Your notes told you that Sobek's market is filled with tourist stalls and scientist stalls, offering the latest equipment to budding scientists hoping to break through in their respective field while also catering for the numerous tourists the first discovered lost city has to offer; useless knick-knacks spread over the stalls with the odd hidden-gem in places.

    This was no time for shopping, however, and you begin to wander down the aisles of traders your distinct look screams tourist. Not looking much like a scientist the technology stores almost ignore you, years of trading specifically to scientists and having their time wasted by tourists who couldn't afford the specialist gear has left them bitter in the mouth, knowing that while the tourism and science expedition go hand-in-hand, they seem to prefer the 'old days', before Sobek became a tourist destination and was used solely for the culmination of science. You ask around but everyone seems to ignore you, not even expressing a desire of interest in the machines gets you anywhere and you're sent on your jolly way to deal with the tourist industry.

    Further down the line you see lots of tourist-y stalls, the lines blurred slightly with the odd tourist stall hoping to catch the early tourist before he got to the main hunk of the stalls but this was truly the place of tourist flogging. Walking along you're on the look-out for suspicious thief-type behavior but seem to be constantly bombarded by the stall owners and helpers, random people who look like ordinary tourists seem to be under the employment of the stall-owners, paid to weed out tourists with money and to get them interested in goods and you're no different, the men getting in your face and asking if you wanted to try out the new GameBuy 3,000, the latest invention from Devon Corp., the newest and most secret gaming console for trainers only released here in Talas or a piece of the original wall first found by scientists in 1912. You go over to the stalls but at a glance you question the validity of these offers, many of the market items fakes or replicas of distance products, sold to unsuspecting trainers for a quick buck, knowing that they'll never see them again once they return home from their little trip out to the volatile desert.

    You persevere, however, asking each store member if they've seen a thief around these parts. Many shake their heads while others tell you sob-stories of thieves taking all of their items but once you're hooked and wanting to help them they move you over to their “new” stall and ask you to buy items from them to help them back on their feet, the over-exaggerated crying and sudden stoppage when you look at the items making you believe it was all just a ploy, discarding their stories and leave, the store-owners accepting that you wised up and let you go. Others tell you they have seen thieves in the area, but as you ask about Team Rocket they simply shake it off, indicating that it's often children of questionable morals who steal and item, but are often apprehended by the strict police force or by the stall owners themselves, looking across to see a powerful Houndoom guarding one particular person's stall and a Watchog another, the first's sense of smell and intimidating stature enough to reduce crime while the others keen eye ability and never-blinking always-on-guard meerkat seeing every detail.

    You sigh as you feel the thief getting further and further away, when suddenly you find a boy similar in age to yourself, who looks angry and annoyed. You ask him if he had seen a thief to which he nods,

    “Yeah I seen a thief. That old man sold me a Soul Dew so I could go visit The Southern Island and see one but when I bought it it turned out to be a Pokéball painted in the same colours and the Soul Dew. I asked for a refund and he said he wouldn't give me one because it was store policy.”

    Seems the young man has a problem. The longer you spend helping people the more time the thief has to gain on you, but this person seems upset at being miss-sold and item.

    What will you do?
    Tired and sweaty, Hallow manages to get to the market OK, with hope that someone somewhere could very well provide some clue as to where the theif that stole Sebastian's machine part might of gone. Hallow takes out his pokedex where he had jotted down his notes; the notes told of Sobek's market being defined into two different kinds of areas, one were Stall owners sold useless knick kancks, the other were Scientist sold the lastest equipment for inspiring Scientist wanting to break out in the world.

    Hallow put away his Pokedex and began to wander the aisles. He had hoped that having a natural, darker colored skin tone that traders wouldn't see him as another tourist, well it failed, having the traders look at him like another sucker to take his money away, jokes on them, he thought, I don't have much on me, with that thought he chuckled to himself and tired his luck with the scientist but not looking like much of a scientist either got him no where and was simply ignored, "Oh come on!,"

    Further down the line, he walked toward the Touristy stalls, "Like hungry money grubbing sharks...,"
    Eyeing anyone who could very well be the culprit in disguise but all he found where 'Tourist' that were paid by the shop keeps to try to sell him an item. Looking over the stalls nothing impressive caught his eye, just a bunch of junk, Adamantly now asking the Store Owners if they had noticed anyone who regularly passed by here. It was now that Hallow realized that he didn't have much to go on, even what the man looked like. Many just shook their heads while others told sob-stories of thieves taking all of their merchandise, only for them to try to sell him items so they could, as they said 'get back on their feet'; Hallow left dishearted, cold.

    Others just said it was usually 'street rats'; children with no morals that stole, and were often arrested by a strict police force or by the stall owners themselves. As he left it was now that Hallow noticed a powerful looking Houndoom with a clam demeanor guarding a particular stall and a Watchog with its Keen eyes looking after another.

    *sigh*
    He walked, his head looking down as if troubled at the thought of the theif getting further and further away.

    He looked up to find a young boy similar in age as himself who looked rather annoyed and pissed, Hallow asked him if he had seen a theif to which the young man responded with a nod, “Yeah I seen a thief. That old man sold me a Soul Dew so I could go visit The Southern Island and see one but when I bought it it turned out to be a Pokéball painted in the same colours and the Soul Dew. I asked for a refund and he said he wouldn't give me one because it was store policy.”

    Hallow thought for a moment for the right course of action, the longer he spent helping a stranger out, the more time the theif had to get further away, but if I put myself in this young man's shoes...,
    "Take me to the man that sold you this knock off."
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    Missingno. Master: Getting over your anxiety about allowing Myrtle to take over the orders you watch as the battle goes a relative success, before allowing your Shuppet to take over the reigns once more. Grabbing a Pokéball out of your bag you grasp the red and white sphere tightly in your hands, appreciating the Absol enough to want to capture the dark-type, the glint in your eye equal to the glint coming off the Pokéball.

    Getting the battle started your small poison frog charges its fists full of fighting energy, its hands glowing white once more as it raises them to head height before slamming down with extreme quickness, the priority of the Cross Chop surprising the Absol as it takes the brunt of the attack with a wail; the attack doing very heavy damage in the circumstance, sending the Absol recoiling a few steps backwards to catch its breath.

    Feeling that the perfect time to launch another attack while the Absol was stunned you see Myrtle give another order as Croagunk nods its head, still waiting for the perfect time to throw the Pokéball. As you do, however, Croagunk Slaps the floor with its flattened fin, hoping to release some Mud from the floor into Absol's eyes but as it slaps the stone only dust explodes into the air like a mushroom cloud, the mud slap attack doing nothing when there's no mud about.

    With the battlefield being hard to see you wait for the dust to settle, Croagunk looking around at each direction, waiting for a flash of white before attacking with something else, but as you strain your eyes to look for the Absol, a crackle of thunder bolts through the smoke, hitting the small frog for some good damage, but luckily not paralyzing it.

    Feeling the recoil from such a hard shot Croagunk looks to get even, lowering its head before running at the Absol, intending to butt it into submission; its small black feet hitting the rock as it runs towards the target, but as it does Absol begins to run towards Croagunk too. Looking on as the two begin to pick up speed you see Croagunk head connect with Absol's Body Slam, the taller and twice as heavy dark type dealing much more damage out than the frog, but still feels the headbutt to the chest.

    Feeling that this is your best chance of catching the Pokémon you throw the red and white sphere at Absol, the Pokéball flying through the air at the unsuspecting quadrupedal who is more focused on battle. As the Pokéball nears its target, the Absol manages to see it out of the corner of its eye, a brisk snap of its neck muscles Cutting the Pokéball in half with its head-scythe as one red and one white segment hit the stone floor and bounce away. Snorting, the Absol looks to be more pissed off, lowering its Edged scythe in preparation for the next round. With Croagunk now knackered, it looks like conserving energy might be the call...

    What will you do?
    Keith watched anxiously as the Poke Ball he threw hurtled towards the Absol... only to be sliced clean in half by the Disaster Pokemon with a quick flick of its head scythe.

    "Well, so much for that," Myrtle stated as she glanced at Keith, only to be met by an odd look on her trainer's face; a grin was slowly creeping up his face, and his feelings of determination, far from being diminished from the failed capture attempt, seemed to be... intensifying?

    "What do you mean, 'so much for that'?" Keith asked Myrtle quietly. "You think that just one minor setback's gonna stop me?"

    "Meat Sack, what are you talk-ing a-bout-" began Myrtle.

    "I'm going to catch that Absol," Keith replied, fire in his eyes, brimming with more determination than Myrtle had ever sensed in him before. "You know something? I'd have been disappointed if that ball had worked."

    "Have you lost what lit-tle mind you had in the first place?" Myrtle demanded.

    "That's entirely possible," grinned Keith. "I swear it, Myrtle, that Absol will be coming with me! Obviously, not just yet, though, got to weaken it further."

    "It looks ra-ther pissed at you," Myrtle noted. "O-K, Mal-foy, use your-"

    "Not this time," Keith interrupted, holding up a hand.

    "Ex-cuse me?" demanded Myrtle. "You think you can do bet-ter than me?"

    "It's not a question of that," Keith replied. "Myrtle, you've done well so far, but if I'm to earn that Absol's respect, it's got to be me at the helm, calling the shots. Malfoy, use your Mud Bomb attack! Then, next time it hits you, strike back with Revenge, and follow up with Poison Sting!" As he said this, he reached into his bag and pulled out another Poke Ball.

    "Meat Sack, you can-not be se-ri-ous," Myrtle snapped.

    "I won't throw it just yet," Keith grinned. "I'll wait for the perfect opportunity. And even if it fails, I've got more."

    Myrtle said nothing more, and merely glanced at her trainer, sensing his overflowing determination, and silently wondering to herself whether he was a great trainer or a lunatic. Or both.


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    Club Basement: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: With the battle going the way of you and Ivysaur you notice a change in your opponent's attitude, his face burning a bright red as you continue your facade on his character; questioning his methods, scientific value and even how far he can throw. As you said your last piece, however, he snapped.

    “Pokémon are nothing but slaves. They exist in this world to serve humans, a blight on the land. Science doesn't need them to advance and we shouldn't need them either” he spits, his vile hate-speech sending his Pokémon to hunch a little.

    A quick flick of the neck muscles to look around, the man turns to his right, grabbing a wooden chair before flinging it at your head, the powerful throw sending the chair flying across the room at some speed, forcing you to just dodge out of the way before it smashes against the wall behind you, throwing up an explosion of debris.

    “You want to be careful who you say can't throw Missy. I'm still stronger than you are and when Granbull's done kicking that Ivysaur's ass I'll show you just how strong I can be” he threatens as you ponder how smart it was to continue ripping into his character for this long.

    Ordering your Pokémon Ivysaur nods with approval, the Pokémon seemingly feeling enraged by the chair-throwing incident enough to get mad at the Granbull. Putting up a Screen of Light Ivysaur sits and waits for the Granbull's response; looking slightly smug behind the barrier. However, as the move was the grass-types first Granbull changes its approach, stomping on the ground before conjuring a large Rock, Sliding it in the direction of the Ivysaur as the super-effective attack smashes through the screen and deals some hardy damage.

    You bite your lip as you wonder if the grass-type can continue, looking as it stands back to its feet as your opponent grins a sadistic grin, flexing his hand into a ball at the sight of the Ivysaur's almost-failures. As you shout encouragement to the Ivysaur you see the Granbull's Fangs glow a very light blue the Ice coursing through its mouth as it runs towards Ivysaur intending to cause massive damage. At the last second, however, Ivysaur manages to shoot a Toxic in its face, causing the Granbull to stop the attack and focus on the poison slowly gathering in its blood stream.

    As it crazily wiped its eyes from the black goo, attempting to free its eyesight Ivysaur finishes with a Venoshock, the poison-type attack doing decent damage but no-where near as strong as it could be due to the Poison not fully affecting the Granbull yet. With the attack done, Granbull manages to clear its face from the majority of the poison, before its mouth glows red; taking a leaf out of its owners throwing ability for next round.

    What will you do?

    The Market: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Takeo: Exasperating with frustration at your lack of progress and the realisation that you don't even know what the thief looks like you continue down the road of the market stall, ignoring that tat that the salesmen attempt to flog to you before coming across an annoyed looking trainer. Putting yourself in his shoes you agree to help him, telling him to show you to the stalls-men who sold him the faulty item.

    “Y-yes sir” he says with a stammer, his face that of a bewildered child as he contemplates the thought, previously thinking that nobody would actually help him out.

    Taking you further down the market he stops in front of an old rickety shop, one of the few stone buildings in the market worn by sand, wind and insatiable sun. Sweating a little he scratches the back of his neck before breathing a large sigh, gulping loudly before taking a few steps forward to the old wooden door, opening it slowly as it caught the welcome-bell, jingling to let the owner know customers had arrived.

    As you enter the store you notice how crowded it is, each corner of the room packed with antique junk from left to right, piled up as it clutters the space; an unopened rare treasure chest sits to your right covered in random paintings, tables, trinkets and lamp shades while you right has 'authentic' (or so the sign says) weaponry from the Pokémon war and before, blades and axes rusting away next to a suit of armour that had clearly seen better days. Pushing past all of these with little interest you move towards the counter, noticing the owner to be an old man; his large grey hair sticking out for the 'crazed scientist' look as he sports a similarly unkempt grey beard. Standing with his hands on the table he stares the boy who brought you here down, glancing at you for a second before huffing.

    “What do you want boy? I told you it's store policy. No refunds” he yells with a croak before looking at you once more “Who's this? Your brother come to beat me up or somethin'? He doesn't even have a Pokémon with him”

    He spits in a bucket beside him, the ching of chewing tabacco resonating in such a small room. Explaining your situation the man shakes his head, stroking his beard with his spindly fingers, flicking at the bottom to create an up-flick on his beard.

    “Yer I seen a thief. He said he took something from the Research Lab and were looking to sell it. I refused and he said he were leaving for somewhere and if I changed my mind to come a'calling. I know where he went boy” he announces, your heart skipping a beat at fresh information.

    “That information comes at a price though you see. This boy played a game and won a Soul Dew. When I gave it to him it were a Soul Dew and now he's trying to rip me off. Get rid of the boy and I'll tell you where your thief went see.” he continues, nodding towards the boy as he attempts to protest his innocence

    “I didn't. I wouldn't. I couldn't” he starts, stammering the first half of the sentence before the owner interrupts him again.

    “YOU DID AND YE KNOW IT” he shouts before returning to you “Now. Get rid of the boy and the informations yurs.”

    As you ponder on the decision you turn to look at the scared boy standing next to you, his eyes almost welling up with fear at being shouted at.

    “Unless...” the shop owner starts “Unless your a gamblin' man. I've got a game that your little friend here won last time. Bet me something worth my information on a game of skill and if you win I'll refund your friend and give you the information. Lose, however, and you both get the hell outa' my shop and I take your items”

    What will you do?

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    Missingno. Master: With the Absol indulging in a show of power by cutting the Pokéball in half you find yourself more inclined to catch the catastrophe Pokémon; the impressive rare Pokémon's spirit causing you to ignore the setback and set up a new plan of capture, taking over the ordering from your Shuppet to show the Absol respect and to get it yourself. Despite the Shuppet's reservations you assure it that your determination will win through, showing the Absol that you are a worthy opponent and owner.

    Ordering another set of battle tactics Malfoy nods, the Pokémon seemingly grateful you're back in charge of the ordering as it pumps itself up for another round; the Absol still looking angry at the attempt to capture it as it glares at your Pokémon, the fighting type having edged the battle so far in exchange for a lot of its energy, the already-tired Pokémon panting with every breath. Absol stomps the grounds with anticipation as Croagunk croaks, showing its expanding poisonous yellow cheeks.

    As the battle begins Absol jumps into the air as Croagunk struggles to keep up with its movements, the erratic priority allowing it to move quicker than the poison-type. Glowing a white colour Absol begins its descent, the Double-Edge attack's trajectory maximising damage at the cost of its own safety as it slams down into your Croagunk, the small frog being crushed slightly under the weight of such a powerful beast as both Pokémon slide across the stone floor, sending up clouds of dust, the recoil of the attack from the Absol hurting it. With both Pokémon down, Croagunk returns to its feet at the same time as Absol, but the frogs known plan allowing it to attack before the precisous opponent, the resulting Mud Bomb projectile flying through the air as it hits the Absol, pushing it back further and into a stone pillar.

    As the attack finishes raining down you watch as the Absol collapses under the pain, the pillar the only thing keeping it standing upright. You watch on as the Absol looks to be finished, raising the Pokéball as to throw it but as you do, the Absol begins to twitch. Unbelievable it manages to stand up, on the last of its health as it stumbles a little, regaining its posture. With Croagunk waiting, Absol manages to fire off a Charge Beam, the electric attack hitting for decent damage but Croagunk remains upright, the Absol glowing as its special becomes higher. As it does, Croagunk glows a deep brown; the Revenge of the Muay Thai frog of fighting origin, the attack looking to deal severe fighting damage and end the battle once and for all.

    Powering up Absol stands with observant serenity, the perfectionist Pokémon not moving as the final attack looks incoming, its mane swaying slightly with every breath as it struggles to maintain its balance. Croagunk attempts to release its attack, but as it launches the glow fades. Stunned you see that Croagunk has run out of energy, the decisive blow coming from too many powerful and energy-stretching attacks. Although not knocked out, Croagunk attempts a lesser move, its palm glowing with poison energy as that too fizzles out into nothing.

    A sitting duck Croagunk turns back to Absol as the disaster Pokémon's scythe glows pink; its blade glowing with psychic power. With another deft flick of the neck the psychic blade flies across the battlefield, the Psycho Cut attack landing on the frog's body as it croaks in pain. With the pink glow faded Croagunk collapses on the ground, its eyes swirling as it's knocked out. As you recall it, Absol begins to walk back towards its hole; looking back over its shoulder at you with a steely look before disappearing back through the cat-flap like contraption.

    Zzaaaaap.

    Looking around you find yourself dissipated back to the beginning of The Sphinx. Looking around you notice that everything is changed slightly, like the original chamber is flipped. Behind you a massive door stands while ahead of you another plinth stands alone. Wondering what you're meant to do you suddenly collapse once more as the booming voice loudly begins speaking.

    “What trainer does not pay attention to its energy levels?” it asks. “You have much to learn before the secrets of The Sphinx. You may continue your adventure in this chamber or you may turn back. If you leave I will grant you a mystery prize, the standard prize for all who attempted The Sphinx's challenges but if continue the rewards you may prove yourself more worthy, but everything will be lesser.”

    As it finishes you find yourself in the middle of a conundrum; do you turn back or do you continue. Looking ahead the plinth reads;

    When I'm hungry a nut I can crack,
    I'm so fast I can beat you on the track,
    My tears have more power than Alakazam,
    4 hands 6 fingers way more than Nam Pham.


    What will you do?
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    Missingno. Master: With the Absol indulging in a show of power by cutting the Pokéball in half you find yourself more inclined to catch the catastrophe Pokémon; the impressive rare Pokémon's spirit causing you to ignore the setback and set up a new plan of capture, taking over the ordering from your Shuppet to show the Absol respect and to get it yourself. Despite the Shuppet's reservations you assure it that your determination will win through, showing the Absol that you are a worthy opponent and owner.

    Ordering another set of battle tactics Malfoy nods, the Pokémon seemingly grateful you're back in charge of the ordering as it pumps itself up for another round; the Absol still looking angry at the attempt to capture it as it glares at your Pokémon, the fighting type having edged the battle so far in exchange for a lot of its energy, the already-tired Pokémon panting with every breath. Absol stomps the grounds with anticipation as Croagunk croaks, showing its expanding poisonous yellow cheeks.

    As the battle begins Absol jumps into the air as Croagunk struggles to keep up with its movements, the erratic priority allowing it to move quicker than the poison-type. Glowing a white colour Absol begins its descent, the Double-Edge attack's trajectory maximising damage at the cost of its own safety as it slams down into your Croagunk, the small frog being crushed slightly under the weight of such a powerful beast as both Pokémon slide across the stone floor, sending up clouds of dust, the recoil of the attack from the Absol hurting it. With both Pokémon down, Croagunk returns to its feet at the same time as Absol, but the frogs known plan allowing it to attack before the precisous opponent, the resulting Mud Bomb projectile flying through the air as it hits the Absol, pushing it back further and into a stone pillar.

    As the attack finishes raining down you watch as the Absol collapses under the pain, the pillar the only thing keeping it standing upright. You watch on as the Absol looks to be finished, raising the Pokéball as to throw it but as you do, the Absol begins to twitch. Unbelievable it manages to stand up, on the last of its health as it stumbles a little, regaining its posture. With Croagunk waiting, Absol manages to fire off a Charge Beam, the electric attack hitting for decent damage but Croagunk remains upright, the Absol glowing as its special becomes higher. As it does, Croagunk glows a deep brown; the Revenge of the Muay Thai frog of fighting origin, the attack looking to deal severe fighting damage and end the battle once and for all.

    Powering up Absol stands with observant serenity, the perfectionist Pokémon not moving as the final attack looks incoming, its mane swaying slightly with every breath as it struggles to maintain its balance. Croagunk attempts to release its attack, but as it launches the glow fades. Stunned you see that Croagunk has run out of energy, the decisive blow coming from too many powerful and energy-stretching attacks. Although not knocked out, Croagunk attempts a lesser move, its palm glowing with poison energy as that too fizzles out into nothing.

    A sitting duck Croagunk turns back to Absol as the disaster Pokémon's scythe glows pink; its blade glowing with psychic power. With another deft flick of the neck the psychic blade flies across the battlefield, the Psycho Cut attack landing on the frog's body as it croaks in pain. With the pink glow faded Croagunk collapses on the ground, its eyes swirling as it's knocked out. As you recall it, Absol begins to walk back towards its hole; looking back over its shoulder at you with a steely look before disappearing back through the cat-flap like contraption.

    Zzaaaaap.

    Looking around you find yourself dissipated back to the beginning of The Sphinx. Looking around you notice that everything is changed slightly, like the original chamber is flipped. Behind you a massive door stands while ahead of you another plinth stands alone. Wondering what you're meant to do you suddenly collapse once more as the booming voice loudly begins speaking.

    “What trainer does not pay attention to its energy levels?” it asks. “You have much to learn before the secrets of The Sphinx. You may continue your adventure in this chamber or you may turn back. If you leave I will grant you a mystery prize, the standard prize for all who attempted The Sphinx's challenges but if continue the rewards you may prove yourself more worthy, but everything will be lesser.”

    As it finishes you find yourself in the middle of a conundrum; do you turn back or do you continue. Looking ahead the plinth reads;

    When I'm hungry a nut I can crack,
    I'm so fast I can beat you on the track,
    My tears have more power than Alakazam,
    4 hands 6 fingers way more than Nam Pham.


    What will you do?
    As the intense battle raged on, Keith looked more and more thrilled by the second. As Absol collapsed, Keith raised the Poke Ball.

    "This is it," he grinned. "Poke Ball, go-"

    "Ab-sol is get-ting up," interrupted Myrtle before the ball could even leave Keith's hand.

    Keith nodded, silently acknowledging this as Malfoy leapt forward, ready to unleash Revenge...

    ...and nothing. At the last second, the last of Malfoy's energy reserves gave out. Feebly he attempted some sort of lesser Poison-type move, only to find that he couldn't perform that, either. Then, before Keith could react, Absol dealt the finishing blow- a devastating Psycho Cut. Keith withdrew his Croagunk as Absol walked off, pausing only to give the Poison-type trainer a steely look before exiting the room.

    And then, quite suddenly, Keith and Myrtle found themselves back at the beginning of the Sphinx, only something seemed a little... off about it. Keith briefly wondered what to do- and then the booming voice sounded again, forcing him to collapse to the floor as it berated him for not paying attention to his Croagunk's energy levels. It then offered him a choice- he could either leave now with a mystery prize, or else continue on and prove himself worthy of the rewards, though said rewards would be lesser.

    "Nice go-ing, I-di-ot Meat Sack," Myrtle scowled as Keith climbed back to his feet. "You should have switched Po-ke-mon, or at least eased up on the at-tacks. Li-ly would have been a de-cent match for that thing, I think."

    "Lily's a Bug-type," Keith replied. "And that Absol knows Flamethrower."

    "Well, Mal-foy is a Fight-ing-type, and that Ab-sol knows Psy-cho Cut," Myrtle retorted. "You would have been at a dis-ad-van-tage a-ny way you sliced it. Let's get the [CENSORED] out of here al-rea-dy, that boo-ming voice is un-bear-a-ble-"

    "Hell no, Myrtle," Keith said, shaking his head. "We're trying again. I'm not taking this lying down. We are getting through this Sphinx!"

    "Have you lost what lit-tle mind you had, I-di-ot Meat Sack?" demanded Myrtle as Keith studied the plinth ahead of them. "I ad-mit you are de-cent at the rid-dles, but the bat-tles are just go-ing to be too much for you."

    "Ambipom," Keith replied.

    "Ar-ce-us, you are lo-sing it," Myrtle muttered.

    "No, no- that's the answer to the riddle," Keith said, pointing at the rhyming lines on the plinth. Myrtle swerved around to glance at the plinth and silently read the riddle.

    "Son of a Bar-boach," Myrtle muttered. "I think you might ac-tu-al-ly be right."

    "Hey," Keith said, suddenly struck with inspiration as he pulled out a Poke Ball. "I think I know who else would like to explore this place. Hermione, come on out!" he exclaimed. In a flash of light, a small Weedle materialized, landing on Keith's shoulder, and immediately glanced all around, awestruck by the ancient structure.

    "Weedle Weedle," Hermione said excitedly.

    "Knew you'd like this, Hermione," Keith smiled. "You never pass up a chance to learn something, do you?"

    Hermione, meanwhile, was studying the riddle before them. She then looked at Keith and jabbed her tail stinger towards his bag. Keith obligingly produced a small notebook and bottle of ink. Hermione dipped her tail stinger into the ink, and set to work, creating a crude drawing of an Ambipom.

    "Yeah, that's what I thought too," grinned Keith as he put away the ink and notebook. "OK, then, definitely locking in Ambipom as my answer to this riddle."
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    Club Basement: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: With the battle going the way of you and Ivysaur you notice a change in your opponent's attitude, his face burning a bright red as you continue your facade on his character; questioning his methods, scientific value and even how far he can throw. As you said your last piece, however, he snapped.

    “Pokémon are nothing but slaves. They exist in this world to serve humans, a blight on the land. Science doesn't need them to advance and we shouldn't need them either” he spits, his vile hate-speech sending his Pokémon to hunch a little.

    A quick flick of the neck muscles to look around, the man turns to his right, grabbing a wooden chair before flinging it at your head, the powerful throw sending the chair flying across the room at some speed, forcing you to just dodge out of the way before it smashes against the wall behind you, throwing up an explosion of debris.

    “You want to be careful who you say can't throw Missy. I'm still stronger than you are and when Granbull's done kicking that Ivysaur's ass I'll show you just how strong I can be” he threatens as you ponder how smart it was to continue ripping into his character for this long.

    Ordering your Pokémon Ivysaur nods with approval, the Pokémon seemingly feeling enraged by the chair-throwing incident enough to get mad at the Granbull. Putting up a Screen of Light Ivysaur sits and waits for the Granbull's response; looking slightly smug behind the barrier. However, as the move was the grass-types first Granbull changes its approach, stomping on the ground before conjuring a large Rock, Sliding it in the direction of the Ivysaur as the super-effective attack smashes through the screen and deals some hardy damage.

    You bite your lip as you wonder if the grass-type can continue, looking as it stands back to its feet as your opponent grins a sadistic grin, flexing his hand into a ball at the sight of the Ivysaur's almost-failures. As you shout encouragement to the Ivysaur you see the Granbull's Fangs glow a very light blue the Ice coursing through its mouth as it runs towards Ivysaur intending to cause massive damage. At the last second, however, Ivysaur manages to shoot a Toxic in its face, causing the Granbull to stop the attack and focus on the poison slowly gathering in its blood stream.

    As it crazily wiped its eyes from the black goo, attempting to free its eyesight Ivysaur finishes with a Venoshock, the poison-type attack doing decent damage but no-where near as strong as it could be due to the Poison not fully affecting the Granbull yet. With the attack done, Granbull manages to clear its face from the majority of the poison, before its mouth glows red; taking a leaf out of its owners throwing ability for next round.

    What will you do?


    Alice gasped, throwing herself out the way, heart pounding in her ears at the throwing of the chair. It was hard to recompose, especially with Ivysaur battling on the edge. It seemed capable of continuing, but she was so worried for him, and that possible flamethrower did not bode well.

    "Ivysaur, put some distance between the two of you and use Protect!" She ordered, hesitating for a second. She was wary of the fact his energy was probably waning, and that returning the distance between he and the opponent wasn't wise. She wanted him to rest, but if he fell asleep, they were finished. "Then use Growth!"

    She didn't agree with a word this lunatic spouted, and that much was obvious. And just as the scientist was taking matters into his own hands with that chair, Alice was wondering what she could do to help the Ivysaur, and whichever two Pokemon she had snared up in the floor flurry. There had to be something in this shady basement, surely. But what?

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    Takeo: Exasperating with frustration at your lack of progress and the realisation that you don't even know what the thief looks like you continue down the road of the market stall, ignoring that tat that the salesmen attempt to flog to you before coming across an annoyed looking trainer. Putting yourself in his shoes you agree to help him, telling him to show you to the stalls-men who sold him the faulty item.

    “Y-yes sir” he says with a stammer, his face that of a bewildered child as he contemplates the thought, previously thinking that nobody would actually help him out.

    Taking you further down the market he stops in front of an old rickety shop, one of the few stone buildings in the market worn by sand, wind and insatiable sun. Sweating a little he scratches the back of his neck before breathing a large sigh, gulping loudly before taking a few steps forward to the old wooden door, opening it slowly as it caught the welcome-bell, jingling to let the owner know customers had arrived.

    As you enter the store you notice how crowded it is, each corner of the room packed with antique junk from left to right, piled up as it clutters the space; an unopened rare treasure chest sits to your right covered in random paintings, tables, trinkets and lamp shades while you right has 'authentic' (or so the sign says) weaponry from the Pokémon war and before, blades and axes rusting away next to a suit of armour that had clearly seen better days. Pushing past all of these with little interest you move towards the counter, noticing the owner to be an old man; his large grey hair sticking out for the 'crazed scientist' look as he sports a similarly unkempt grey beard. Standing with his hands on the table he stares the boy who brought you here down, glancing at you for a second before huffing.

    “What do you want boy? I told you it's store policy. No refunds” he yells with a croak before looking at you once more “Who's this? Your brother come to beat me up or somethin'? He doesn't even have a Pokémon with him”

    He spits in a bucket beside him, the ching of chewing tabacco resonating in such a small room. Explaining your situation the man shakes his head, stroking his beard with his spindly fingers, flicking at the bottom to create an up-flick on his beard.

    “Yer I seen a thief. He said he took something from the Research Lab and were looking to sell it. I refused and he said he were leaving for somewhere and if I changed my mind to come a'calling. I know where he went boy” he announces, your heart skipping a beat at fresh information.

    “That information comes at a price though you see. This boy played a game and won a Soul Dew. When I gave it to him it were a Soul Dew and now he's trying to rip me off. Get rid of the boy and I'll tell you where your thief went see.” he continues, nodding towards the boy as he attempts to protest his innocence

    “I didn't. I wouldn't. I couldn't” he starts, stammering the first half of the sentence before the owner interrupts him again.

    “YOU DID AND YE KNOW IT” he shouts before returning to you “Now. Get rid of the boy and the informations yurs.”

    As you ponder on the decision you turn to look at the scared boy standing next to you, his eyes almost welling up with fear at being shouted at.

    “Unless...” the shop owner starts “Unless your a gamblin' man. I've got a game that your little friend here won last time. Bet me something worth my information on a game of skill and if you win I'll refund your friend and give you the information. Lose, however, and you both get the hell outa' my shop and I take your items”

    What will you do?

    “Y-yes sir” he says with a bit of hesitations, surely thinking that no one would even consider helping him in this city of thieves.

    The young trainer takes lead, taking the both of them farther down the market, stopping as they both come in front of an old rackety shop. Hallow noticing it was one of the few stone buildings in the market. The exterior was worn down, no doubt by the desert sand, harsh wind and intense sun. The younger trainer scratches the back of his sweaty neck before taking in a deep breath, gulping loudly before taking a few steps forward to the old wooden door, opening it slowly as it caught the bell over the door, tinkling as the young trainers stepped inside letting the owner of the shop know that customers had arrived.

    As they enter Hallow notes how crowded it was, each corner of the room packed with antique junk from left to right, a sign plastered next to a bunch of weaponry claiming them to be 'authentic' but Hallow was no fool. Having no interest in what was on display he moved towards the counter, noticing the owner to be an old man; his large sliver hair sticking out for the 'mad scientist' look, sporting a similar unkept grey bread. Standing with his hands on the table, he stares the boy who brought him here, the old man glancing at him before huffing,

    “What do you want boy? I told you it's store policy. No refunds” he yells with a croak before looking at Hallow once more, “Who's this? Your brother come to beat me up or somethin'? He doesn't even have a Pokémon with him”

    Hallow smirks at this comment,

    The old man spits in a bucket next him, the stench of chewing tabacoo resonating in the air, Hallow explains his situation the to old man who simply shakes his head, stroking his bread with his long, thin fingers,

    “Yer I seen a thief. He said he took something from the Research Lab and were looking to sell it. I refused and he said he were leaving for somewhere and if I changed my mind to come a'calling. I know where he went boy” he announces, Hallow's heart skipping a beat at the first lead he had gotten,

    "That information comes at a price though you see. This boy played a game and won a Soul Dew. When I gave it to him it were a Soul Dew and now he's trying to rip me off. Get rid of the boy and I'll tell you where your thief went see.” he continues, nodding towards the boy as he attempts to protest his innocence.

    “I didn't. I wouldn't. I couldn't” he starts, stuttering the first half of the sentence before the owner interrupts him again.

    “YOU DID AND YE KNOW IT” he shouts before returning to Hallow “Now. Get rid of the boy and the informations yurs.”

    Hallow looks at the scared boy standing next to him, his eyes almost at the breaking point of tears out of fear of being accused and yelled at,

    “Unless...” the shop owner starts “Unless your a gamblin' man. I've got a game that your little friend here won last time. Bet me something worth my information on a game of skill and if you win I'll refund your friend and give you the information. Lose, however, and you both get the hell outa' my shop and I take your items”

    Hallow sighs deepy, before taking off his pack, ravaging through to find the items he needs, pulling out a Shiny Stone, Thunder Stone, Luxury Ball & a Level Ball from his pack, and placing them on the counter,

    "These are worth much more then the junk your trying to sell here," he says sternly, "Whats the game?,"
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    With Takeo's unfortunate ban for 3 months I'd like to welcome OkkiMew to my group. House rules can be found here but I'm sure you're aware of most of them anyway.

    Takkupanda was nice enough to advise me on the direction he was taking the story but it was very much incomplete so while I am taking this adventure on I will stress that it has veered off onto my own path. Just be aware that if you were expecting something from before it's probably changed now. Also I don't know how many updates you were in so bear with me if it seems looooong at the start (though I am well known for it). Please reply in third person.

    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: With the exhaustion of Croagunk still fresh in your mind you ignore your Shuppet's feelings and ante up once more, using the special continuation option the booming voice had given you. Walking over to lopsided room you spot a new puzzle, this time quickly working out the answer, withdrawing your Weedle, Hermoine, to be sure. With a confirmation drawing of the Long Tail Pokémon, you lock in your answer to the alter as the tomb once again hummed with activity.

    Like the first time you visited the room the altar platform begins to separate from the ground, hoisting you up to the noisy sound of metal chains clanging against the steel; the ancient mechanisms once again forced into action. Unlike last time, however, you stand confidently in the center awaiting the next challenge.

    As the platform finishes its descent, the floor clicks into place with a new level; this time very different from the last. You notice that this level is the same shape as the last one, but in much better condition. Gone are all the pillars that had fallen on the last and replaced with …. well nothing. The room is empty, aside from lots of giant vines hanging down from the large ceiling. Across the other side of the room you see a door and as you begin to walk towards it you hear a screeching noise that sends shivers down even your spine.

    Looking up through the masses of vines you notice a flash of purple. Staying perfectly still and attempting to spot the owner of the noise you can't see anything, the dense sea of green blocking your view. Moving forwards a step heralds another flash, this time closer as another deafening screech pierces the room. Looking back you see another square similar to the one you stood in while facing Absol. Taking the hint you slowly back up to the box, still cautiously looking up at whatever it was sending you the warning shots.

    As soon as both feet are in the battle box, however, your question is answered as an Aipom drops from the sky, thumping its chest before settling down for a battle.

    What will you do?

    The Sphinx: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: Still shaking from the narrow dodge of the object just moments earlier, you begin to feel your heart pounding with anticipation as you see the Granbull's mouth burn a blood red, looking round the room for any objects to help the Ivysaur in battle. Giving your orders to the flower Pokémon you leave the battlezone for a few seconds, turning behind you to investigate some boxes for anything interesting.

    Ripping open the cardboard top you find yourself looking at a large box of counterfeit Plates. Though you don't know they're counterfeit at the start, searching through to find a Meadow Plate for Ivysaur makes you throw out a couple from the top, the red “Fire Plate” smashing into pieces beside you with minimal effort as you curse your luck, turning back to the battle.

    “Hey you! Those are the bosses things! Stop that!” the crook cries, his face burning red as he sees you destroy valuable assets with frivolous abandon.

    Though you had not cared for his opinion now you simply shrug it off with a wicked smile, taking even more pleasure by turning to the next box and tear off another top to find out what's inside. The battle distracts you for a few seconds as you feel the heat of the Flamethrower coming from Granbull, looking around with surprise to see Ivysaur taking the brunt of the damage. Shocked you return to its side as its confidence shrinks away further as it seemingly failed to produce the Protect by sheer unluckiness, the Granbull taking full advantage of the misfortune to deliver such a powerful blow.

    Running back to the pre-opened box this time you find yourself looking at large content of drugs, the value of which you have no idea but looking at the sheer mass you assume it to be a lot. Noticing the pattern of each box to be containing some sort of criminal activity you're even more shocked to find out just how many there are in the basement, the floor crawling with cardboard boxes worth surely billions of Pokédollars.

    A loud wail alerts your attention as you turn back to see Granbull hitting Ivysaur with a Lowkick, however what shocks you more is the crook on the other side sprint over and also give the Pokémon a kick. You rush back as he returns to his position, a sick grin portrayed on his face as he willingly acknowledges what he's done. With Ivysaur returning to its feet, the grass-type looks pissed off, but very weak.

    What will you do?

    The Moon Temple: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    OkkiMew: Confused to exactly what was going on you begin to follow the mysterious man through the lonely tunnel, a set of footsteps clacking in a transfixing rhythm as you stroll down the echoed hallway, the cold sending a shiver down your spine.

    Disturbed by the thoughts you had in your dream and the sights you had just seen you feel inquisitive, running up beside the trainer and ask him a few question. A few seconds tick by without a sound as you share a concerned look with Max, asking vaguely for any specifics that he could give you. Again no reply. Snorting with annoyance under your breath you begin to continue to walk, finding it difficult to walk in pace with his brisk step, tripping over yourself once as he continues without a break in his stride.

    Getting more frustrated at his rudeness you notice a large stone door ahead of you, marveling in its presence as it appears to be filled with drawing and artifacts once lost from civilisation. Each crevis holds a different thing; notable items including a hollowed out skull, shining green pebble-like diamonds and a decorative sword precariously placed above an archway way out of reach. Looking towards your new companion you begin to ask a few questions, this time hoping he would answer.

    None come as you turn round to him, an expressionless face on your mysterious saviour as he silently taps his foot to the ground. Asking him again, you notice that no answer comes, clenching your fists into a ball before finally losing it, shouting for him to answer your questions before putting a hand on his shoulder.

    You hand, however, falls through and you find yourself at an impasse of disbelief as you stare at his body massing around your hand. Withdrawing it super quick you stare at your hand then back to him, slowly moving your hand out to touch him once more as you see it go through him once more. Max jumps from your grasp as he attempts to nudge against the Umbreon, phasing through to the other side as he jumps backwards with alarm. You yourself move back a few steps you find yourself watching the trainer; his hand touching a smooth portion of the rock as he makes a crescent shape, then a full circular shape before plunging his hand into a hole, pulling a lever before disappearing.

    Looking behind you the back again you're shocked at the whole ordeal, wondering if the whole thing was a mirage or a dream, but a quick pinch assures you it's not; the old saying of pain being an indication of a non-lucid state ringing true. With no option to turn back and face the hellish creature the man “saved” you from, though you now question what the hell that actually was, you reason with Max that the only way is forward.

    Attempting to remember the man's actions, you too follow his instructions, making a crescent and full circle shape before reaching into the hole to your right, shifting your entire body as the rusted lever is far more difficult to move due to ageing, managing to click it out of place with a large grunt before a ton of spiders crawl out in a panic, causing you to jump back and shake your hand in disgust. As you do, however, the doors begins to crumble with life, its aching mechanisms working to full effect as the two sides split in the middle, a few rocks tumbling down from the sides of the tunnel. Watching in amazement as the doors open, you find yourself staring into a dark abyss; a single flame burning on your side while an unlit torch sits on the other in a pedestal. Taking kudos from the movies you take the unlit torch and set it against the fire, the top burning with an impressive brightness as you hold it into the darkness, penetrating a bit but not a massive ammount.

    Moving in you wander down the corridor, Max at high alert in case any enemies are ahead, though you do not suspect anyone to have been down here in a very long time looking at the condition. Moving through a narrow corridor you spot several beautiful drawings on the walls, showing the evolution of man. Some show several hunting wild Mamoswine for food and clothing while others show battles between man and Tauros. Others are more sombre, showing a wild Sabre Toothed Luxray standing over a human, his sadness expressed on the piece with simplistic brush strokes.

    Moving on you come to the end of the tunnel and to a dead end. Above a small hole appears in the cave roof, shining small cracks of moonlight down onto the floor. With no sign of Pokémon interference at all you wonder why no wild Pokémon had settled in such an opportunistic place, but ignore it as you see a large cave painting of what looks like two sides, each filled with drawings of people with sticks and animals point at each other, this painting having outlines of Pokémon you think you identify, including Aggron and Houndoom.

    As you move closer to see the detail of the work a light shines in from above, the moonlight finally aligned as a small circle of white light begins creeping up the painting. As it reaches the middle, you notice the faint outline of a hand, measuring yours up by eye and noticing it's a near match.

    What will you do?
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    Missingno. Master: With the exhaustion of Croagunk still fresh in your mind you ignore your Shuppet's feelings and ante up once more, using the special continuation option the booming voice had given you. Walking over to lopsided room you spot a new puzzle, this time quickly working out the answer, withdrawing your Weedle, Hermoine, to be sure. With a confirmation drawing of the Long Tail Pokémon, you lock in your answer to the alter as the tomb once again hummed with activity.

    Like the first time you visited the room the altar platform begins to separate from the ground, hoisting you up to the noisy sound of metal chains clanging against the steel; the ancient mechanisms once again forced into action. Unlike last time, however, you stand confidently in the center awaiting the next challenge.

    As the platform finishes its descent, the floor clicks into place with a new level; this time very different from the last. You notice that this level is the same shape as the last one, but in much better condition. Gone are all the pillars that had fallen on the last and replaced with …. well nothing. The room is empty, aside from lots of giant vines hanging down from the large ceiling. Across the other side of the room you see a door and as you begin to walk towards it you hear a screeching noise that sends shivers down even your spine.

    Looking up through the masses of vines you notice a flash of purple. Staying perfectly still and attempting to spot the owner of the noise you can't see anything, the dense sea of green blocking your view. Moving forwards a step heralds another flash, this time closer as another deafening screech pierces the room. Looking back you see another square similar to the one you stood in while facing Absol. Taking the hint you slowly back up to the box, still cautiously looking up at whatever it was sending you the warning shots.

    As soon as both feet are in the battle box, however, your question is answered as an Aipom drops from the sky, thumping its chest before settling down for a battle.

    What will you do?
    As Keith gave his answer with confidence, the tomb began to react to it. Hermione looked down at the now-moving platform with great interest and curiosity, and then up at the new level the platform moved Keith and his Pokemon to. This room was rather empty, however, save for a mass of large vines hanging down from the ceiling. And then, quite suddenly, a flash of purple, accompanied by a screeching noise.

    "What was that?!" Keith exclaimed as he took a step forward- this triggered another flash and another screech. Looking behind him, Keith spotted a square, a box similar to the one in which he stood during the previous battle. "Ah," he nodded, taking the hint. He backed up until he was standing in the box, at which point the source of the screeches and purple flashes revealed itself- a purple simian Pokemon with a hand on the end of its tail. And it looked ready for battle.

    "An Aipom!" Keith exclaimed as he held out his Pokedex.

    "Aipom, the Long Tail Pokemon," droned the device. "Due to overusing the handlike appendage at the end of its tail, its real hands have gotten clumsy. Its tail is powerful enough to support its weight and hoist it up onto a tree branch."

    "Hah!" Myrtle laughed. "I can take this lit-tle mon-key."

    "Myrtle, most of your moves are Ghost-type," Keith argued. "And Aipom is a Normal-type. Now I'm thinking this could be Hermione's first battle-"

    "Now you list-en to me, Meat Sack," Myrtle muttered, moving in very close to his face so that despite the quietness with which she uttered these words, he caught every syllable. "You will al-low me to bat-tle. I think I am more than ca-pa-ble of ta-king on an Ai-pom. Or need I re-mind you how I han-dled those Se-vi-per?"

    "That was different, you had backup-" Keith started.

    "Did I say I was fi-nished?" Myrtle interrupted. "Now, you will let me bat-tle, right now, or we are go-ing to have a prob-lem, un-der-stand?"

    "Fine, fine," Keith sighed, rolling his eyes. "But if we lose, understand that you will have no grounds whatsoever to blame it on me."

    "We will not lose if you do not f*** up like you did when com-man-ding Mal-foy," the Shuppet snapped as she floated forward to face her Aipom adversary. "Now, I know this is hard for you, but try to use some com-mon sense here."

    Keith sighed and exchanged looks with the Weedle on his shoulder. "All right, then," he said, ready to begin. "Myrtle, go! Blind it with Flash, then use your Water Gun attack, and follow up with Knock Off!"
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    OkkiMew: Confused to exactly what was going on you begin to follow the mysterious man through the lonely tunnel, a set of footsteps clacking in a transfixing rhythm as you stroll down the echoed hallway, the cold sending a shiver down your spine.

    Disturbed by the thoughts you had in your dream and the sights you had just seen you feel inquisitive, running up beside the trainer and ask him a few question. A few seconds tick by without a sound as you share a concerned look with Max, asking vaguely for any specifics that he could give you. Again no reply. Snorting with annoyance under your breath you begin to continue to walk, finding it difficult to walk in pace with his brisk step, tripping over yourself once as he continues without a break in his stride.

    Getting more frustrated at his rudeness you notice a large stone door ahead of you, marveling in its presence as it appears to be filled with drawing and artifacts once lost from civilisation. Each crevis holds a different thing; notable items including a hollowed out skull, shining green pebble-like diamonds and a decorative sword precariously placed above an archway way out of reach. Looking towards your new companion you begin to ask a few questions, this time hoping he would answer.

    None come as you turn round to him, an expressionless face on your mysterious saviour as he silently taps his foot to the ground. Asking him again, you notice that no answer comes, clenching your fists into a ball before finally losing it, shouting for him to answer your questions before putting a hand on his shoulder.

    You hand, however, falls through and you find yourself at an impasse of disbelief as you stare at his body massing around your hand. Withdrawing it super quick you stare at your hand then back to him, slowly moving your hand out to touch him once more as you see it go through him once more. Max jumps from your grasp as he attempts to nudge against the Umbreon, phasing through to the other side as he jumps backwards with alarm. You yourself move back a few steps you find yourself watching the trainer; his hand touching a smooth portion of the rock as he makes a crescent shape, then a full circular shape before plunging his hand into a hole, pulling a lever before disappearing.

    Looking behind you the back again you're shocked at the whole ordeal, wondering if the whole thing was a mirage or a dream, but a quick pinch assures you it's not; the old saying of pain being an indication of a non-lucid state ringing true. With no option to turn back and face the hellish creature the man “saved” you from, though you now question what the hell that actually was, you reason with Max that the only way is forward.

    Attempting to remember the man's actions, you too follow his instructions, making a crescent and full circle shape before reaching into the hole to your right, shifting your entire body as the rusted lever is far more difficult to move due to ageing, managing to click it out of place with a large grunt before a ton of spiders crawl out in a panic, causing you to jump back and shake your hand in disgust. As you do, however, the doors begins to crumble with life, its aching mechanisms working to full effect as the two sides split in the middle, a few rocks tumbling down from the sides of the tunnel. Watching in amazement as the doors open, you find yourself staring into a dark abyss; a single flame burning on your side while an unlit torch sits on the other in a pedestal. Taking kudos from the movies you take the unlit torch and set it against the fire, the top burning with an impressive brightness as you hold it into the darkness, penetrating a bit but not a massive ammount.

    Moving in you wander down the corridor, Max at high alert in case any enemies are ahead, though you do not suspect anyone to have been down here in a very long time looking at the condition. Moving through a narrow corridor you spot several beautiful drawings on the walls, showing the evolution of man. Some show several hunting wild Mamoswine for food and clothing while others show battles between man and Tauros. Others are more sombre, showing a wild Sabre Toothed Luxray standing over a human, his sadness expressed on the piece with simplistic brush strokes.

    Moving on you come to the end of the tunnel and to a dead end. Above a small hole appears in the cave roof, shining small cracks of moonlight down onto the floor. With no sign of Pokémon interference at all you wonder why no wild Pokémon had settled in such an opportunistic place, but ignore it as you see a large cave painting of what looks like two sides, each filled with drawings of people with sticks and animals point at each other, this painting having outlines of Pokémon you think you identify, including Aggron and Houndoom.

    As you move closer to see the detail of the work a light shines in from above, the moonlight finally aligned as a small circle of white light begins creeping up the painting. As it reaches the middle, you notice the faint outline of a hand, measuring yours up by eye and noticing it's a near match.

    What will you do?
    Thanks for picking me and my old adventure up! I can't wait get into it!


    After Okiku asked her questions, still confused of the very strange situation, the mysterious man gave her the silent treatment. Not wanting to disturbing him much or perhaps it wasn't the time to talk, the trainer and her friend Max simply lifted an eyebrow at the lack of reaction. After awhile with still no answers, she asked the questions again, to be treated in the same way as the first time. She mumbled something under her breath, disdained of being ignored, but unable to say much as he was hard to follow, especially with the girl's lack of physical endurance and the habit of her feet of randomly landing on its sides on uneven terrain and fall, which happened once on the way.

    Her concerns temporarily lifted away from her shoulders though as she payed attention to what is standing in her way: a beautiful door filled with ancient carvings and surrounded by countless and varied artifacts she would bet they were at least more than hundred years old, if not thousands.

    "Whoa..." she marvelled the room and looked at her saviour, "What is this place?"

    The man only wore a face void of expression, again with no words coming out between his lips.

    "Uhhhh... hello? ...I-I mean," she nervously laugh, "I know we're still in the Moon Temple, but I mean, what was this room used for? Do you know?"

    As he stayed quiet again, Okiku became quite impatient and at the end of her rope. She understood how some people doesn't like to talk much, like herself, but one thing that tick's the young woman off is being ignored, especially since it takes some courage for her to speak up.

    "Hey! Listen!" she yelled, "Are you even listening to me!?"

    Without thinking, she tried to push his shoulder to get his attention... only for her hand actually went through him.

    "What the!?" she immediately backed her hand away. "He's... missing collision?"

    She slowly moved her hand to him again, and the same happened: it slipped right through his body.

    "...100% repro rate? Are we in a buggy game or something?"

    Max jumped out of Okiku's arms and decided to try it himself, but on the man's Umbreon: he goes straight to it to give it a small Tackle, but ends up slamming a wall on the other side then quickly backed away to his trainer's side, utterly confused.

    "Whaaaat the FORK is goin' on!?" Okiku exclaimed as she stepped back from the untouchable man.

    Of course the guy didn't react. Instead, he touched a smooth portion of the rock by making a crescent shape then a full circular shape, then stick his hand into a hole, pulled what seemed to be a lever... then vanished.

    "...Ok, that's definitely creepy," Okiku blinked, not believing her eyes. Wondering if perhaps she's still dreaming (and sleeping because of the song sang by that Jigglypuff earlier), she decided to try the good old trick of pinching herself on the arm. She over did it though: she winced in pain.

    "...Welp, no dream, no crazy video game..." she looked behind her. "...And no way I'm getting back to those other creepers back there. Whatcha think?"

    Max responded by a bark, fully in agreement.

    "Ok, let's see, what did that ghost, or whatever he was, did..."

    She tried to mirror the man's movements earlier, but it was a bit hard for her to get through the lever part, as it felt a bit rusted. With a bit of a struggle though, Okiku managed to click it into place... for only a bunch of spiders crawl on her arm and out of hole.

    "Gah!" she yelped, backing out a bit and vigorously shaking her hand in disgust, "...Good thing I don't got aragn..." she tried to pronounce the word correctly, "arachnophobia, like my sister."

    The doors started to open slowly, revealing a very dark corridor. A small flame stands on her left, while a single, unlit torch sits on the other side.

    "Heh, how convenient, just like in the movies," Okiku chuckled. "How does a small flame burns in a secret part of a long-lost civilization's temple anyway? ...Bah, I think I've been reading too much TV Tropes," she shrugged, "better just roll with it."

    She takes the torch and, with the help of the small flame, lit it. Proving to be a great source of light, the young woman started walking through the corridor, while Max took the opportunity to go in front of her to keep an eye and ear on any dangers that could happen. His trainer though was very distracted by the many prehistoric-looking drawings scribbled on the walls, which she tried to decipher.

    "Seems to be the changes throughout a tribe or something," she thought aloud, excited of her discovery. "Here they're hunting Mamoswines... there fighting Tauros, perhaps part of some adulthood ritual or something... And that weird-looking Luxray looks sad towards that guy. Could it be its deceased trainer...?"

    As the two continued through the corridor, they encounter a dead end. A few cracks let some moonlight into the area, slightly lighting another drawing.

    "Looks like a war of some kind, with Pokémon like... Aggron and Houndoom I think, helping out in it..."

    As she got closer to the painter to observe it better, she noticed that one of the moon rays gave a small round spot on the wall on the painting, moving right in the middle of it. As she moved her torch slightly, she also spotted a hand-shaped marking right where the moonlight is, which seems to be just the size of Okiku's hand.

    "Well, seems we arrived at the right moment," she puts a hand on her hip. "We could just get out of there by trying to break through the cracks on the ceiling, but not only there's good chances the debris will squash us to death, but we'll walk away from the opportunity to discover something even more awesome than what we've seen so far... and we can't let that slip away, can we?"

    Max barked and wagged his tail, sharing his trainer's taste for adventure.

    "Alright, better do it now while the timing's right. Dunno what it'll do, but... here goes nothing...!"

    Slowly and carefully, Okiku placed her hand perfectly within the hand outline on the wall, while the moonlight shone directly on it.

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    Meetan: Still shaking from the narrow dodge of the object just moments earlier, you begin to feel your heart pounding with anticipation as you see the Granbull's mouth burn a blood red, looking round the room for any objects to help the Ivysaur in battle. Giving your orders to the flower Pokémon you leave the battlezone for a few seconds, turning behind you to investigate some boxes for anything interesting.

    Ripping open the cardboard top you find yourself looking at a large box of counterfeit Plates. Though you don't know they're counterfeit at the start, searching through to find a Meadow Plate for Ivysaur makes you throw out a couple from the top, the red “Fire Plate” smashing into pieces beside you with minimal effort as you curse your luck, turning back to the battle.

    “Hey you! Those are the bosses things! Stop that!” the crook cries, his face burning red as he sees you destroy valuable assets with frivolous abandon.

    Though you had not cared for his opinion now you simply shrug it off with a wicked smile, taking even more pleasure by turning to the next box and tear off another top to find out what's inside. The battle distracts you for a few seconds as you feel the heat of the Flamethrower coming from Granbull, looking around with surprise to see Ivysaur taking the brunt of the damage. Shocked you return to its side as its confidence shrinks away further as it seemingly failed to produce the Protect by sheer unluckiness, the Granbull taking full advantage of the misfortune to deliver such a powerful blow.

    Running back to the pre-opened box this time you find yourself looking at large content of drugs, the value of which you have no idea but looking at the sheer mass you assume it to be a lot. Noticing the pattern of each box to be containing some sort of criminal activity you're even more shocked to find out just how many there are in the basement, the floor crawling with cardboard boxes worth surely billions of Pokédollars.

    A loud wail alerts your attention as you turn back to see Granbull hitting Ivysaur with a Lowkick, however what shocks you more is the crook on the other side sprint over and also give the Pokémon a kick. You rush back as he returns to his position, a sick grin portrayed on his face as he willingly acknowledges what he's done. With Ivysaur returning to its feet, the grass-type looks pissed off, but very weak.

    What will you do?
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    Alice was hesitant to take her eyes away from the battle, lest the Granbull do something nasty while she wasn't paying attention, or the trainer do the same thing. However, she took the risk, and it was beneficial. The first boxes she rooted through, much to her enemy's chagrin, were full of fire plates. They were convincing counterfeits, but counterfeits all the same, and Alice figured this out by how easily they smashed into pieces every time one was carelessly dropped onto the floor.

    The next cardboard containers were filled with so many illegal drugs that it made her head spin just staring down at the packets. It was no wonder that poor boy hadn't wanted to be caught. These were powerful crooks, and while she wondered if she was in over her head, there was no way she was surrendering her team to these people.

    "Ivysaur!" The girl gasped, dashing back to the 'arena', mouth hanging open in shock and disgust over the man's sick actions. Alice was torn. Ivysaur was on its last legs, as it were, but the Pokemon was furious, too. Would it truly forgive her or itself if she called it back, or did it want to go down doing its best? There was a delay as she contemplated the hard decision, before extremely, extremely reluctantly deciding to carry on. Her team would have done the same, and this Ivysaur had payback to give.

    "Ivysaur, use Flash! Bring back the Leech Seed you used, too, and then use Venoshock!" Alice called. Hopefully enough of Granbull's health had been trained by the seed to give Ivysaur some of its vitality back. And on top of that, the toxins should have been in the canine's stream for a while. With any luck, the attacks would help to balance the field. Even if they only won by a close margin, that would be enough.

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    kaisap112: Introducing yourself and your companions to the bald-clay lookalike you immediately register your interest for the special tournament he's hosting. His smile widens as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out an electronic device that looks a little similar to a Pokédex, but with far more buttons, pressing several as a loud crank is heard, the boat entry system unlocking with a zap; the walkway to the large cruise ship dropping like an old drawbridge. As he grabs your hand and leads you up the walkway you look back, worried that your Pokémon's over-active imagination will cause them to attempt to dive into the water but they do not, following you instinctively, bounding forward to chase each other onto the deck.

    Now on board you wander along the side of the cruise ship, noticing how high up you are compared to the rest of the trainers on Port Pearl's shores, each one looking up at you and smiling, a few younger ones waving while some of the older ones are so caught up in the heat of battle further down Port Pearl they fail to notice anything. Smiling you turn to see the man on the phone, deciding to leave him be while he organises what he wants. You move along the side and inspect the life boats, each sturdily held on with strong and thick pieces of rope.

    “This ship's got more life-rafts than you can shake a stick at” a voice says behind you, confident and strong in the ships ability “my ol' lady will never sink but if she did I'm more than well equipped to save all me passengers”

    You turn to see the gentleman you saw earlier accompanied with another, a man who also looks in his late 40's but more muscular and well toned, rough but friendly in a white and blacked striped top.

    “Captain Gavin Harding” he announces, tipping a white beret-styled hat towards you.

    Introducing yourself you notice that both are eager to show you around, pointing out the marvels of the ship with enthusiastic voices, proud of their work to make this the biggest annual cruise festival ever. You're given a guided tour of the ship before being shown to a room, small but nothing more than bed, bin and desk, but comfy enough.

    “You're out honorary guest for the cruise festival” the owner says, the captain nodding with approval.

    “I know this quarter ain’t the best we've got but it's the only one left after the sales” the Captain continues, a hint of embarrassment about the room condition in his voice. Palming it off and saying it's more than adequate you thank both men for the free stay on the festival.

    “Everyone else boards in a few hours then the festival can open and you can register for the tournament” the owner says with pride “why don't you and your Pokémon get some kip”

    Agreeing to their plans you sit on the bed, Skitty curled up in your lap purring away. They leave and close the thick metal door behind you as you lay your head on the pilow...

    ~~~

    “Lass?” The gruff voice awakens you from your sleep as you see Gavin standing at the door. “The last people are boardin'. I thought you'd want to see”

    You sit upright and stretch, nodding to Gavin as he closes the door to wait outside. Looking around you feel like it hasn't been that long, but noting the comfort of the sleep how good it was to catch a nap. Kitty walks a figure of eight around your feet, nudging you with her head as you stroke it, her tail raising in delight as your hand runs down her back. After a minute of getting your bearings back you pick up Skitty, moving outside to see Gavin leant against a wall. He smiles as you exit, ushering away another sailor as you approach.

    “Good sleep lassy?” he asks, you nodding in conformation as Skitty mews to agree with him, sending him into a hearty bellow. He extends a hand outwards, showing you to some stairs next to your room. Obliging and taking them you appear in a large glass room filled with radars, gadgets, buttons, whirring lights and wheels. Judging this must be to control centre you see a balcony with the owner standing on it, a microphone in his hand.

    “Ladies and Gentlemen” he announces, the large boom boxes and individual room speakers blasting out the signal of the powerfully regal man “Welcome to the 10th annual Cruise Festival!”

    The crowd cheer at the statement as you walk towards a window beside the balcony, content to look at the passengers from the glass without getting in the owners way, noticing the entire deck is brimmed with people; spectators and trainers alike. Looking to your right you see the Port, what was once a busy place now deserted, almost no-one in sight aside from those setting up their boats, those who couldn't get tickets and decided to revel in the party atmosphere by joining up to create a fleet.

    “There are three tournaments on today before a night of celebrations. Today we're offering a special prize to the winner of each discipline, though you may only register for one, the mystery prize of a rare Pokémon will be revealed to the winner; I can assure you for this year we've pulled out all the stops.” he continues as the crowd erupt with cheer, dying down to excited chatter of speculations, “please consult your nearest helper, found in the pink 'Cruise Fest' shirts”

    The crowd roar for the third time before settling as the owner heads inside, noticing you before shaking your hand.

    “Noriko! Good to see you again, I hope you slept well. My Captain and I need to have a little chat about today's course, top secret you see. I'm sure one of Gavin's assistants can direct you to a helper to register for the tournament.” he announces.

    Gavin looks at the owner sternly, nodding in agreement but looking slightly anxious. One of his members of staff ushers you back down the stairs and you follow him to a small desk inside the ship, right before the dock and towards a helper. She curtsies without saying a word and scurries off back to to control room, leaving you to deal with a helper.

    “Hi there” the woman says, her enthusiasm coming through and catching you by surprise “today we have three competitions; the first of which is a water race. This takes place in the sea and has lots of excitement”

    A small screen hangs from the ceiling as she flicks a switch, a movie plays detailing the event. You see a Sharpedo excelling itself with a Hydro Pump, its fins the guiding for the move before front-flipping underwater; touching a painted rock before setting off for the other side, closely followed by a Blastoise and Huntail closely behind. It looks like the Sharpedo is going to win until the Blastoise turns round, its cannons facing the rock as it propels itself with a Hydro Cannon as the crowd awww in amazement as the Blastoise wins by a close call; the Sharpedo coming second and a Golduck coming third.

    “On the middle deck we have a track and field, including some of the sports associated. The Pokémon compete in a hurdles race. ” she says, once again going to the screen, this time flicking the switch to another side. On this screen you see a Dodrio jump over a hurdle, a Jolteon just beside it as Dodrio's legs manage to make ground on the Jolteon, despite the latter being faster it needs to jump off on all fours. The Dodrio sprints round the track, pulling away further and further as it gets faster round the track, setting a new PokéCruise Record as it crosses the line, the crowd waving flags from the spectator stands on the ferry.

    “On the bottom deck we have the mixed martial arts. We usually recommend this to boys first as they love their fighting.” the woman concludes, flicking the TV onto the last side as you see a small 8 sided ring with cages fills the screen alongside a film with some powerful looking Pokémon; Hitmonchan fights a Hitmonlee as blows are exchanged, the crowd cheering with every hit as they look even, a High-jump Kick knocking the Hitmonchan against the wall until it counters with a quick one-two jab of Fire Punch and Ice Punch.

    “So what would you like to sign up for?” the woman asks.

    What will you do?
    Noriko stared in wonder as the man who looked like Clay whipped out a remote that looked like a Pokédex (so many look-alikes!). Pressing some of the many buttons, he caused a drawbridge-like entryway to the cruiser to appear. Before Noriko got a word in about any of this, the man grabbed her by the hand and started walking her to the cruiser. The size was still astounding, further amplified when Noriko looked at the Port – a crowd of people were present to see the ship off, from small children to the elderly. Some of the small children were waving happily at the passengers while the older ones had their eyes and attention on a Pokémon battle down the port. Noriko smiled a little, waving back at the children. Taking note that the man was busy talking into his phone (perhaps organizing something?), she decided to have a look around the cruiser.

    Nearby where some lifeboats and just as Noriko was about to ask, there was a voice: “This ship's got more life-rafts than you can shake a stick at. My ol' lady will never sink but if she did I'm more than well equipped to save all me passengers.” Noriko turned around to come face-to-face with the owner, accompanied by a middle-aged man. He looked quite strong and capable. Noriko had to gather all her self-control not to make any sarcastic comments containing this cruiser and the infamous S.S. Anne. “Captain Gavin Harding,” said the new person, tipping his white hat. Noriko bowed politely. “Nice to meet you, Captain; I’m Noriko, a Pokémon trainer.”

    The owner of the cruiser and Captain Harding were more than eager to introduce the fine points of the ship to their guest. After spending quite a while listening to details about the cabins, controls, engine room, passengers and so forth, Noriko was lead to a simple cabin on the ship: she saw a bed, a desk and a bin for trash. Not exactly a luxury cabin, but if she could sleep comfortably Noriko wasn’t about to complain. She was more interested in all the upcoming activities, since the owner and the captain weren’t very subtle about how proud they were of this cruise festival. Biggest and greatest one of the year, apparently!

    “You're out honorary guest for the cruise festival. I know this quarter ain’t the best we've got but it's the only one left after the sales.” The captain nodded at the owner’s words. “Oh, this is more than fine for me, don’t worry about it,” Noriko said, waving her hand a bit. The two men seemed happy with her response. “Everyone else boards in a few hours then the festival can open and you can register for the tournament” the owner said, pride clear in his voice, “why don't you and your Pokémon get some kip?” Almost asking what the heck a kip was, Noriko understood he meant “some rest”. Once the men left the cabin, Noriko stretched herself out on the bed, falling asleep on the comfy pillow…

    ~~

    Noriko woke up to someone talking to her from the cabin door. “Lass?” The captain? What could he want? “The last people are boardin'. I thought you'd want to see.” Noriko bolted out of the bed, managing to nod before the captain closed the door. She stretched, getting out of bed as Kitty started to happily circle a small eight-figure around her feet. Noriko laughed a bit, stroking her partner’s back and watching the little feline purr with happiness. Placing Kitty on top of her head, as usual, Noriko headed out of the room and to Gavin, the captain, who was waiting near a wall. He was talking with a sailor, but ushered him away at the sight of his guest of honor. “Good sleep lassy?” Kitty meowed before Noriko got a word in. With a hearty laugh, Gavin showed his guests up a staircase and into a room covered in gadgets, buttons, levers and the like. Seeing the glass walls, Noriko made the conclusion that this was the control centre.

    A small distance away was the owner of the ship, speaking into a microphone. There was apparently an announcement taking place. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the 10th annual Cruise Festival!” Not wanting to get in the way, Noriko walked to the window of a wall, amazed at the number of people cheering and applauding outside. She also saw the Port, almost out of view because some boats creating a fleet for them; more were still being set up, but it looked like people who hadn’t gotten tickets themselves were trying to enjoy the festive atmosphere.

    The owner continued his speech. “There are three tournaments on today before a night of celebrations. Today we're offering a special prize to the winner of each discipline, though you may only register for one, the mystery prize of a rare Pokémon will be revealed to the winner; I can assure you, for this year we've pulled out all the stops. Please consult your nearest helper, found in the pink 'Cruise Fest' shirts.” The audience quieted down after the man ended his announcement, but the chattering and guessing, which began in the audience the moment a prize was mentioned, continued. The owner turned around, saw Noriko and headed at her. “Noriko! Good to see you again, I hope you slept well,” he said while shaking her hand once more. “My Captain and I need to have a little chat about today's course, top secret you see. I'm sure one of Gavin's assistants can direct you to a helper to register for the tournament.” “You read my mind there, sir. I’d love to join in on the tournament!” Noriko smiled. A tournament with a prize? Of course she was dying to enter! Gavin nodded aside them anxiously, and one of his assistants ushered Noriko downstairs and to what looked like a helpdesk. The woman curtsied to her without a word before speed-walking to the control room. Noriko was left with a cheery young woman behind the desk.


    “Hi there” said the woman with enough enthusiasm and excitement to make Noriko fall over, after giving her a heart-attack with the way she startled her, “today we have three competitions; the first of which is a water race. This takes place in the sea and has lots of excitement!” “I’m sure.” Noriko was a bit overwhelmed by the girl, but directed her attention to the screen that appeared from the ceiling. On it played a movie of the event: Water-Pokémon were racing in water, propelling themselves forward with attacks like Hydro Pump and Hydro Cannon. A Blastoise went right past a Sharpedo in an exciting race, with a Golduck coming in third. Noriko wasn’t sure how well Minori could handle such a speed-heavy event. The movie changed.

    “On the middle deck we have a track and field, including some of the sports associated. The Pokémon compete in a hurdles race. ” A Doduo beat a Jolteon in an incredibly fast race, one which Noriko feared none of her Pokémon could properly take part in. Kitty seemed excited, her paws moving up and down in a running-like motion. She also meowed loudly at the bright lights and applause the Doduo received for beating a PokéCruise Record.

    “On the bottom deck we have the mixed martial arts. We usually recommend this to boys first as they love their fighting.” The introduction ended with a movie of a Hitmonchan fighting against a Hitmonlee in what looked like a cage; Hitmonlee’s High-jump Kick threw the Hitmonchan against a wall, only for the Hitmonchan to counter-attack with Fire Punch and Ice Punch. Noriko thought about her recent addition to the team, a Makuhita named Shinobu, but the little thing was young, inexperienced and could barely throw a punch of any kind yet. “So what would you like to sign up for?” The helper smiled in a friendly manner, but Noriko was busy weighing her options. After a minute, she fingered a Pokéball on her belt. “I’d like to sign up for the water race. I have Seel who’d probably love to show what he’s got.” She hoped this wouldn’t be a bad choice and bite her in the butt later.

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    Thrain: With your stubborn Growlithe deciding to watch the battle you return to his side, allowing the fire-pup to stay if it promises to be quiet and to leave at the first sign of danger. Worried about the dangerous looking men's attitude you wonder what type of Pokémon they would have, and wonder what is going on. Taking a crouch beside your adoring Pokémon you watch as the battle begins, moving a branch slightly so you can see better, noticing that an audience made up of similarly dressed people rings round the two fighting.

    Both trainers begin the battle in the same fashion, performing a battle routine of exactly the same stances and moves, the battle dance a custom among this particular group as they unclasp the Pokéballs from their belts before bringing it back, clicking the button at the same time as the two Pokémon are released in unison.

    On the side of the smaller male, a large Ursaring is released, which bellows its battle cry through the forest, causing a few small birds to caw and fly out of the trees in panic. On the other side, an Ursaring also stands, but no sound erupts from its mouth as it stays still.

    With both trainers giving their battle orders, both Pokémon begin the battle by advancing their moves, Bulking Up and Honing their Claws as they swagger back and forth, preparing each other and seizing each other up. The audience begin to murmur as they do, expecting the battle to go this way in the opening round, setting up for an all-out brawl in the second.

    With both Pokémon completed and returned to their trainers for orders the smaller male trainer begins first, using his Ursarings Strength to topple the opponent, throwing it in a judo-flip to land it on its back before swiftly Night Slashing and Low Kicking, causing the grounded bear to wince as the attack hits its ribs. The audience murmurs louder still, wondering if the grounded Ursaring could come back but as the now confident looking dominating Ursaring looks down on its opponent it gets a Mega Kick to the face, the upkick working perfectly as it reverses the situation, causing the recipient to stumble as the downed Ursaring gets back to its feet.

    With both Pokémon standing on two feet and the smaller male's Pokémon dazed, the larger Ursaring charges up a Focus Punch, landing the powerful attack in the stomach of its opponent, causing the bear to reel back, clearly winded by the blow to the midsection. Stumbling around, the winded Ursaring tries a Fire Punch, swinging for the fences with the haymaker but the other Ursaring catches it, spinning the wounded Ursaring round before using a Submission read naked choke not a move Ursaring can use normally.

    Within a few seconds the smaller Ursaring taps before falling unconscious, but with no hesitation the larger one continues before twisting, snapping the smaller ones neck. Leaving the body limp on the floor Ursaring stands up but again with no sounds is recalled to its Pokéball. The forest is silenced as the audience take in what has happened, but you feel like you want to throw up.

    Deciding that this would be a good time to leave you issue the command to you Growlithe, pointing in another direction before leaving, trying to quickly escape from the nightmare you saw before you. As you do, however, you hear a large SNAP as you step on a very large branch. Questioning how you didn't see it before you look behind you to see that everyone has noticed you.

    A surreal second or two passes as you stare back at each other in confusion but as the larger male collects himself from winning the battle he spots you, yelling to his boys as he realises you've seen the fight.

    “GET HIM”

    With this a flurry of action explodes through the forest, you turn on your heels and run as fast as you can, the group begin to chase but as they're on their knees you feel yourself with an upper hand. With Growlithe running beside you, you peg it through the forest and into a clearing, a large stretch of tree-less woodland before another section of heavy trees. Noticing that if you make it across the plain-land and into the woods you'll be able to get away you quickly sprint towards the tree-line, hoping to outspring the larger fatter members of the audience you just saw.

    Vroom. Vroom.

    The loud sounds of engines pierces your ears as you curse your luck, keeping running but looking over your shoulder to see every member on a motorbike, chasing you down. With the trees being your only solution you find yourself in a race, a mere half a football field to go. You begin counting down like John Madden as your feet race as fast as they can.

    40....30.....20.....10.... thunk

    A large object forces you to the ground before you know it, the heavy force sending you off balance and crashing onto the woodland floor, autumn leaves being kicked up and sprayed as you skid, the momentum from your run carrying you forward a few yards. Looking back you see a Seviper Wrapped around your body, its large fangs poised at your neck as you stop dead-still.

    The bikes come closer as you tell Growlithe to stop growling at them, knowing any threat and the Seviper's fangs could easily puncture your throat. As you lie still staring up at the snake you see the largest male approach you, standing over you, the leader of the pack given first rights.

    “Your Pokémon. Give them me.” he says in a low grumbling voice, gesturing towards the Pokéballs on your Pokébelt.

    What will you do?

    Blaze and Eric continued to look on as the group of ruffians prepared for battle. The two men in the center of all the commotion executed a series of grunts and gestures in what appeared to be a tribal dance before they each pulled out a Poké Ball. In unison, the thugs called out two Ursaring. The smaller man's Pokémon let out a guttural roar at the sight of its opponent, while the other Ursaring stood in silence, preparing for the battle ahead. At the sight of the angry bear, Eric tensed, cursing himself for not leaving sooner. Aside from the Ursaring's roar, the rest of the group were all deadly silent, focusing on the battle ahead; any movement would most definitely attract attention. Reluctantly, Eric held his ground, but once again whispered a caution to Blaze as the battle began.

    When both trainers finished relaying their orders, the two Ursaring sprang into action, each trying to intimidate the other with their attacks. They swaggered forward and bulked themselves up, honing their claws in order to increase attack power. Both Pokémon were determined to win, no matter what the cost. A sense of unease slipped into Eric's mind as he watched the first few seconds of the fight. No damage had been inflicted yet, but he could tell that this would be a fierce battle.

    Once finished, the two bears retreated backwards. With the formalities out of the way, the real action would begin. The smaller thug's Pokémon charged forward and seemed to gain the upper hand right off the bat, violently knocking over the other Ursaring into the dirt. Showing absolutely no mercy, he followed up with several other fierce attacks upon the downed Pokémon, slashing and clawing into its sides. The crowd began to chatter wildly in excitement as further damage was done. It appeared that the battle would be over quickly, until the weakened Ursaring retaliated with a vicious upkick that smashed into its opponent with a sickening crunch. Regaining its feet, the bear focused energy into its fist with a follow-up punch. Confused and dazed from the sudden turn of events, the Ursaring flung out a fiery punch in retaliation, but the attack failed as the other other Ursaring caught it. Spinning around its dazed competitor in an advanced submission technique, the larger male's Ursaring slowly began to squeeze the life out of the bear that had only, seconds before, been winning the match.

    Realizing the inevitable, the Ursaring caught in the chokehold tapped the ground, signaling its defeat. But the other Ursaring either didn't see this motion, or didn't care, for it twisted the bear's neck with all its might, severing the head from the body in one smooth motion. All noise was silenced within the clearing as the victor was withdrawn to its Poké Ball.

    Bile rose within Eric's throat as he witnessed the grisly end to the match. Blaze, too, whined quietly upon seeing the large Ursaring kill the other as if it didn't have a care in the world. Whatever sort of sect Blaze had stumbled upon, Eric was now absolutely positive it was one group he did not want to mess with. How could they justify killing one another's Pokémon? It's terrible! Throwing caution to the wind, Eric motioned to Blaze and made a break for it through the trees. About five steps into their retreat, SNAP!, a sharp crack echoed into the air as Eric stepped upon a rotten twig.

    All heads in the clearing immediately looked for the source of the noise, finally finding Eric and Blaze a few feet underneath the trees ringing the clearing. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as they stared at Eric with livid expressions upon their faces. Apparently, that fight was something they wanted no one to witness. "GET HIM!" the larger male shouted.

    Adrenaline rushed into Eric's veins as he swiveled and ran through the trees as fast as he could. He just couldn't imagine what he would do if they caught up to him. "Blaze, faster, faster, faster," he grunted to his companion through quick, short breaths. Branches stung the pair as they sprinted into another clearing, much larger than the other. "Look, Blaze, if we can just make it to the other side, we should be able to lose them," he said, gesturing toward the far boundary of the clearing, where taller trees would most definitely hide them form view. Suddenly, the rumbling of engines filled the air! A heavy weight sank within Eric's stomach as he turned to find the group following close behind on motorcycles. "Crap, Blaze, we've got to hurry." The Growlithe let loose a strangled bark of understanding.

    The trees gradually drew nearer, but so do the noises of the motorbikes. Not daring to look back for fear of what he would see, Eric crossed his fingers and hoped with all of his might that they would make under the safety of the dense forest... until a heavy weight crashed into his back, sending him sprawling into the tall grass. Looking down, Eric yelped with fright as he found a Seviper coiled around his legs. The snake Pokémon slithered closer toward Eric's neck, poised to strike at any second. Blaze barked a warning at both the snake and the motorbikes as they drew closer, but stopped at Eric's insistence. The only way we'll be able to get out of this is compliance. These thugs don't seem very intelligent, so we'll just have to outwit them, he thought silently to himself, shuddering at the same time as the Seviper tightened its grip on his legs.

    Eric tried his best to ignore the growing fear within him as the largest of the men slipped off his motorbike and ambled over. Blaze, unsure of what to do, let out another low rumble. He tried to edge closer to Eric, but stopped immediately when the Seviper opened its mouth wide, the fangs glimmering underneath the afternoon sun. Finally stopping at Eric's side, the gigantic man loomed over him with an angry scowl on his face. "Your Pokémon. Give them me," he uttered in broken English, gesturing toward the Poké Balls hanging upon Eric's belt.

    Eric's mind raced to think of an appropriate response. I can't just hand my Pokémon over.. But who's gonna stop him from taking them forcefully? I'm vastly outnumbered and in the clutches of a Seviper, who could very well snap my neck off in seconds. There's just... no way out. He continued this mental conversation with himself for a few more seconds before finally deciding once again that compliance would be the only thing that could possibly save him from this situation. Moving slowly to not provoke the snake, Eric slid his hands to his waist, where he unclasped his belt. "H-H-Here," he stuttered, offering the man the belt. "I-I-I don't want any trouble. I was just walking through the jungle minding my own business. Please, please don't hurt me." Eric hoped that by acting small and pitiful, the men would begin to underestimate him. I might as well try anything I can. I'm going to need any help I can get if this comes to a fight.

    Eric glanced over towards Blaze, hoping that the fire-pup wouldn't attempt anything rash...

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    Marion Ette: With a hop and a skip you move over the skeletal remains having convinced Jack that you were not the killer, all too aware that the accusations of murder and death were not uncommon around you nor was the sight of death itself, in fact you almost revelled in it. Jack however, is clearly not as he tip-toes past the body and into the elevator, shuddering with discontent as he becomes free from the pooling blood and skeleton. Striking up conversation and pressing the button you notice that it doesn't work, stuck on the same floor while the button refuses to light, despite Jack tapping it several times more just to make sure.

    “Ah yes, how rude of me. This here is Kay.” he explains, the Arcanine exhibiting a serious demeanour as he does so, bowing its head for just a second. “I got him from my parents as my first Pokémon. I believe he was hatched by the world renowned Pokémon Breeder Kevin Brown when I was just 9 so of course I was more than happy to take him in. We've been best friends ever since”

    Jack continues stroking his fire-dog's head as it seems his troubles melt away, but one quick look back to the opened-elevator doors and he stops, the sight of the blood once more reminding him of the predicament. Looking around of an emergency telephone or alarm you find nothing on the panel, instructing Ninetales to Nasty Plot in preparation, noting that this could be perfect ambush territory. Turning once more to the panel you note that there are only a few buttons, each allocated to the floors but nothing else; no emergency, no alarm, no door open/close button. Not even a weight warning.

    You wonder why it's not working for a few seconds before asking Jack, who still seems to be hammering on the buttons in an attempt to get it to work. He stops as you ask the question, giving up his man-like approach of hitting things until they worked to step back and actually think about it. Stroking his chin he begins to wonder about what Charles actually did, shaking his head as he replied,

    “I don't actually remember Charles touching a button you know” he says, chewing on his bottom lip in deep thought. “We got in the elevator, Charles was nice to Kay and then we arrived at my room. I don't even remember him moving beyond that”

    He scratched his head with puzzlement before seemingly thinking of a plan, like a light bulb had gone off in his head. Reaching for the inside of his jacket you spot he has a lot of Luxury Balls as he pulls out one, releasing a Rotom into the air as it buzzes with excitement.

    “This is R. I met him when I went to the Old Chateau in Sinnoh. They do wonderful deserts there.” he says as the Rotom buzzes in agreement, flitting about the place. “I needed a room for the night and had heard rumours that the Chateau was the best in Eterna. I wasn't wrong”

    He continues as he returns the luxury ball back to the inside of his jacket, closing it up once more, before trying the button once more, but with no results. Grunting he turns to his Rotom, having thought of a way to get it working.

    “R, see if you can go inside this elevator and get it working. We'd like the ground floor please”

    The Rotom buzzes with acknowledgement, disappearing into the console with a flash. Jack nods as he turns back, explaining his plan.

    “Rotom can possess electronics. I'm sure that he can get us -”

    He's cut short as the light turns a dark red, the numbered display flashing before settling on 'INTRUDER', the doors slamming shut. Jack tries to open the doors but fails, his strength not enough to open the heavy steel doors an inch as they appear locked down. Giving up on that he returns to the console, pressing every button as he appears fidgety in the close-quartered enclosed space.

    “R?! R are you alright?” he says, tapping on the console with worry as you see his visible distress.

    A few seconds of silence fills the air as he waits for a reply, but none comes. Suddenly a hissing noise appears and the smell of gas hits your nostrils, causing you to recoil a bit. Filling the small elevator quickly Jack turns round to face you, unable to quite comprehend what is happening. It seems like it's up to you to get the two of you out of the elevator before the gas does damage.

    What will you do?
    ((Sorry for the long delay! I'm really excited to finally be able to continue my adventure~))

    Jack introduces the regal canine beside him as Kay, who bows briefly to Marion in acknowledgement. The ghost-type trainer gives the Arcanine a respectful bow of her own, delighted to meet such a beautiful Pokemon. Jack explains that Kay was a gift from his parents when he was only a boy, and the Pokemon was likely hatched by the famous Kevin Brown. Marion nods knowingly at the mention of that name, having come across it briefly in her research. "So, he's your starter Pokemon, huh? I imagine you two must have a really strong bond..." Marion pats Aislyn as she says this; though the fiery fox was not her starter, she was the very first Pokemon that the trainer had captured herself, which was a special position in its own right. The pair of trainers are lost in their respective reveries for a few moments, petting their warm and cuddly companions, before Jack is quickly snapped out of his daze by the blood still seeping in through the door, reminding him of the urgency of his task; not only did they need to escape the elevator, but they needed to inform personnel of the murder that had occurred right on their very floor! Marion also reminds herself that the murderer may still be seeking victims, and Aislyn wastes no time following her orders to think up some nasty plots for any serial killers that may try to sneak up on Jack or Marion.

    Jack resorts to the (often surprisingly useful) technique of hitting buttons until they work in order to free everyone from the elevator. This time, however, the method yields no meaningful results. When Jack finally pulls back from the control panel, he makes an important recollection; when Charles was in the elevator, he never did seem to press any buttons. He simply lavished Kay with attention, much as he did with Aislyn when Marion was in the elevator, and the elevator seemed to operate on its own. Thinking back to her own ride in the elevator with Charles, she had noticed the very same thing... There was a control panel, to be sure, but it did not light up or seem to require buttons being pressed. It was almost as if someone outside the elevator was controlling its movement... Marion grimaces.

    "Well, I suppose we could try to call the front desk, if our Xtranceivers will work in here..." Of course, Marion was not thrilled at the prospect of speaking to that receptionist again, especially after her insulting treatment of Marion, and subsequent painful punishment as a result. Marion could not quite put a finger on which aspect of that interaction made her more uneasy. Fortunately for Marion, Jake seems to have a plan of his own, involving a member of his Pokemon team. Marion looks on with curiosity as Jack removes a luxury ball from his belt, and calls out an energetic, spritely Rotom named R. Marion could barely contain her excitement. A Rotom! "You have a Rotom? Oh, awesome! I love Rotom!" Marion, despite her previous attempts at appearing calm and refined, was now unabashedly impressed with the adorable electric-ghost type. Jack recounts his capture of R in the Old Chateau, where they supposedly serve wonderful desserts. He had apparently thoroughly enjoyed his stay there, and... and... wait. No, something wasn't right about this story. Wasn't the Old Chateau abandoned? Haunted? For a man who balked at the very sight of a corpse, Marion was surprised that he would enjoy his stay in a thoroughly deserted old house where spirits supposedly roamed the halls... The ghostly trainer had to wonder if this man was really all he seemed to be, but decides not to let on her suspicions. Besides, he had been kind to her so far, despite originally accusing her of murder. Of course, he was not above suspicion himself, but Marion would like to think that at least one person at this hotel was on her side. She also noticed that Jack's two Pokemon, Kay and R, were both named after letters... Marion wondered briefly if Jack's team of six were all named after letters and spelled out a word when placed together, but ultimately guessed that she was thinking too much about Jack's name choices.

    "The Old Chateau... They're famous for their gateau, aren't they? I have always wanted to try it! I heard they closed years ago, though... is that true?" Marion tilts her head, surprisingly convincing in her feigned ignorance. Perhaps she had been hanging around that deceptive Banette of hers for too long... Probably best to change the subject. "Rotom is one of my favorites. I actually have one myself, but he is a new addition and needs a little training before I initiate him into my main team of six." Marion motions toward the row of Pokeballs on her belt with a smile. In reality, the reason she had not brought Gadget the Rotom with her was because he would be an absolute terror in a hotel like the Emporium. His limitless supply of energy and hyperactivity paired with his mow form essentially equated to massive amounts of damage, and at the Emporium, the price was quite literally one that Marion could not pay. Images of the hyper lawnmower mowing down priceless works of art had flashed before Marion's eyes in the instant before Marion decided that her electric ghost was better left at home, mowing the Hidden Mansion gardens down with undeniable vigor.

    Knowing her own Rotom's ability to possess mechanical objects prepared Marion for the plan that Jack was about to explain. Though Gadget was very much tied to his lawnmower form and refused to leave it, it seemed as if R was more than happy to possess whatever his trainer asked him to. In this case, the hotel elevator was the target of Rotom's possession, and the static-laden Pokemon eagerly carries out his orders. At first, the plan seems like a great one, until the Rotom is identified as an INTRUDER and the doors slam shut. Jack immediately runs to the panel in an panicked state, trying everything he can to make contact with R and reassure himself that he did not send his Pokemon into a potential death trap. Marion turns to Aislyn, concocting a plan of her own involving Aislyn's limited psychokinetic abilities. Certainly, the fire fox was no psychic type, but she did have some training in psychic-type moves, and her ability to channel psychic power was better than any other Pokemon Marion had.

    "August, please use your Extrasensory abilities to locate R, and try to gently lead him out of the elevator if you can." Before Marion can give Aislyn further orders, however, a noxious gas begins pouring into the elevator, potentially poisoning herself and poor Jack, who is still stuck on trying to get his Rotom out of the system, not fully comprehending the danger she was in. Immediately covering her mouth with her sleeve, Marion reaches for the single Friend Ball on her belt, and calls out the Pokemon best suited for such a toxic situation; in a flash of light, a batlike creature materializes, with agile, leathery wings and intimidating yellow eyes. The Crobat lets out a low, deep sound, as if showing his recognition of the dire situation that his trainer is in. Of course, Marion did not want to cause any damage to the hotel, given her lack of coin to pay for any of it, but if the choice was taking out loans or dying, there really wasn't much of a choice at all...

    "Sangre, I need you to use all the strength you have and Giga Impact that elevator door into opening. Also, if you could use your Gust to direct the gas out of the elevator once you have used your Giga Impact on the door, that would be a huge help."

    Sangre nods solemnly, concentrating hard in order to build the energy required for his assault on the door. If any attack could physically break the elevator door down, it had to be Sangre's Giga Impact. Though the Crobat was lithe and lacked the weight of other creatures, his intense focus on the impact more than made up for his lack of bulk. Marion could only hope that the Crobat's training would pay off.

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    The Lost Cities of Talas
    The Archaeology Zone

    Long since buried beneath the desert sands, the lost city of Sobek was discovered after a ferocious sandstorm uncovered part of an ancient abode. When archaeologists heard of the discovery they flocked from all over the world to examine the area, eventually unearthing several more vicinities in which the ruined remains of ancient civilisations have been laying undisturbed for thousands of years. Portions of the strange writings and hieroglyphs discovered in these lost cities have been translated, fuelling speculation that the entire island of Talas is somehow tied in with the heavens. Items, carvings, texts, as well as some rather unsettling discoveries and mysterious events have helped to cement these theories in the minds of some, while others dismiss them as fantasy. Each of the cities are believed to be connected to the others somehow, but there are still missing pieces of a much larger puzzle to be found, leading scholars to believe that there are more cities that have yet to be discovered. Talas has now become a popular archaeological site which attracts scientists, scholars, tourists, and trainers from across the globe.

    The Lost City of Sobek
    The first of the lost cities to have been unearthed, Sobek is the most extensively examined of the five known ancient civilisations. Despite the fact it's surrounded by desert, a thick, healthy layer of the greenest of grass has grown since Sobek was first uncovered. The dig site is extensive, and even though it is believed this city was the main agricultural centre of Ancient Talas, some of its areas raise questions as to what kind of rituals the people who once dwelt here may have performed. Here you will find many places of interest such as the Pokémon Centre, Research Lab and tourist stalls, as well as several interesting excavation sites to explore.

    Areas:
    Farity's Pond: A large freshwater pond in the centre of the city. How it has miraculously filled with water is still a mystery, some saying Farity herself has imbued it with life. A statue of the Goddess rises from its centre, a Feraligatr, Croconaw, and Totodile protectively surrounding their mistress. The fresh, cool water attracts many wild Pokémon, while people visiting or working in the area like to submerge themselves to cool off under the harsh, desert sun.
    For a place supposed to be a desert, The Lost City of Sobek was remarkably green and lively. The insistence from the locals in calling the city "Lost" to this day was baffling, to put it mildly, but Levin knew people were intrinsically proud of their roots.

    Still, lush or not, it was unbearably hot. The residents, of course, seemed to mind it a lot less than him... Spotting a large pond nearby - at the very center of town, to be precise -, Levin rushed over to wash his face and cool off. Not the only one with the same intention, a number of people were already camped near the water, several families with their children, some others even bathing inside. But, as usual, it wasn't the commotion nor the people that caught his eye. In the middle of the lake was a statue representing a woman - the Goddess Farity, as a local had told him earlier -, surrounded by three particular Pokemon: Totodile, Croconaw and Feraligatr. A smile formed on his lips; if those particular Pokemon were who the woman kept as pets, no wonder people thought she was a Goddess. I could look pretty omnipotent too if I had three of these at my beck and call.

    A bipedal canine walked alongside the Saffron-native, and as soon as he sensed Levin's thoughts, Mazo the Lucario threw him one of his stares. His religious beliefs had never been made clear, but it was obvious Mazo regarded a higher plain of existence as something to be taken seriously. To him, anyone powerful enough to once be heralded a Goddess shouldn't be trifled with, not even her memory. He didn't know who the statue represented, but the Lucario paid his respects all the same.

    Levin smiled at Mazo's rather predicatable reaction. He thought very little about the arcane except when forced to face it, and had a rather adamant position as far as Gods went. Until he came face-to-face with Arceus itself, he saw no point in offering prayers to the void. Nyx, Eld and all those millenia-old creatures, powerful and ancient Pokemon as they were, were really just that.
    Be that as it may, he would entertain the thought this once - or at least, the pleasant imagery that appealed to his own ambitions. Levin took a coin from his Coin Case and hurled it into the pond, making it land right next to one of the crocodile statues.

    For luck... Who knows, right?
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