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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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    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 Axal
    Located at the very peak of a high mountain, the city of Axal was built on the outskirts of a large lake, its residents appearing to have been quite advanced for their time. Those who lived here worshipped the stars and appear to have been a peaceful, scientific race of people. Astronomers have discovered an extremely detailed set of parchments depicting maps of galaxies beyond those discovered by present day science, and are eager to learn more to further their own knowledge. The Axalian calendar has raised much curiosity, as well as concern, for even with today's massive amount of technology it is more accurate than any current day super computer. If the Axalian calendar is to be believed, then doomsday is approaching, for their calendar ends less than a year from today...

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    Lampas Lake: The very centre of Axal City and the main source of water for those who once dwelt here, Lampas Lake attracts many wild Pokémon who aren't all that used to seeing trainers. As people have been flocking into the ruined city, however, the Pokémon around here have begun to accept the sudden influx of humans, some of them being quite friendly if you have a little treat for them. At night the lake appears to sparkle as the Chinchou who live here talk to one another, their electrical signals making the lake a very pretty sight to behold as it twinkles just like the night sky.
    OOC: At Treep's request, posting a new intro post.

    Approaching the lost city of Axal was a man in his early twenties, dressed in a red and white sleeveless jacket over a black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a distinctive brown cowboy hat- the Poison-type specialist Keith Masters. On his shoulder, as was considered usual for him, sat a Meowth- a Meowth capable of human speech, at that. As one might imagine, the two of them talked fairly often, and right now was no exception.

    "I still say we shoulda' checked out dat city, Lacuna, or watever it's called," Meowth was saying. "I heard dat da ancient people who lived dere used ta worship cats. Now dat must've been da life," he grinned.

    "Alright," sighed Keith. "We'll head there later on, but for now, we're already headed for Axal, we might as well check that place out first."

    "Fair enough," groaned Meowth. "So, whereabouts in Axal we headed?"

    Keith took out his Pokédex and consulted a map of the Fizzytopia region he had installed onto it. "We'll check out Lampas Lake first," he stated. "All this walking in the hot sun, a lake sounds like a perfect place to relax, y'know?"

    "I don't gotta go in, do I?" Meowth asked at once. "I don't do water."

    "Relax, Meowth, we're not going in," sighed Keith. "We'll just hang out next to the lake, maybe feed some of the wild Pokémon."

    "Dat sounds good, I guess," Meowth conceded as they drew closer to their destination.

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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.

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    Research Lab: Any fossils unearthed can be taken here for examination. Occasionally one of the professors may have a job opening, so if you're looking for something to do it can't hurt to swing by and see what's available.
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    The sun was on high noon, with the relentless sun rays feeling as though they were deadly fiery arrows puncturing any sort of revealing skin. But as a shadowy figure, dressed entirely in a light brown cloak that covered his whole body, made its way through the desert sands the heat was easily combated with the little shade and breeze he would occasionally receive from his attire of light wearing, white T-shirt, shorts, short socks and boots.

    Trekking through the sandy oasis of Tales, Ethan walked forward to an uphill dune of sand. It had been nearly forever since he had started his adventure in Tales, with little to show for it as he had hitched a ride on a helicopter dropping him at the nearest air port about 100 miles away. Since then he had walked all the way here, now missing the freezing desert when the sun was still asleep. As he hiked upward and stood on the overlooking hill, the trainer removed his hood that had hidden his face and goggles that protected him from the windy sand, brushing his long black wavy hair back as he rubbed his blue eyes and looked out to a bustling city down below in the sands, Sobek.

    "Well buddy, it looks like we're finally here!" the gentlemen gave off a sigh of relief, as a green big blob approached him from behind, "Look Angelo," the trainer addressed his Pokémon that had no problem combating the harsh climate due to its gummy-liquidity form, "What do you think of it?"

    "Reuniclus!" the Psychic type waved its big arm like appendages happily.

    Ethan had hoped that on this trip he and his Pokémon would learn to grow closer, since he still didn't fully understand what happened all those years ago in The Arcane Realm their very first adventure...A train robbery, the man with a robotic voice strapped with Voltrobs all around himself and a black band that made the wearer mad with anger…The whole thing reeked of some fictional mystery novel the trainer was more than likely to read, but inside his heart, Ethan knew all these things pointed to one of the most suspicious group of criminals the world had ever seen…Team Rocket.

    "Hey, I think I see a place down there, if we ask nicely I’m sure they can let us rest and freshen up there." Ethan said as the boy took out a water bottle that no longer contained any water.

    "Reuniclus!" it said as the two rushed over toward a big building that looked a lot like a Laboratory.

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    Hey guys, I'm back updating Talas. Sorry for leaving before, hopefully this time we'll be able to finish some adventures. From here on in can I have no signatures please? A link at the start or end of your RP to your member page would be preferred rather than clunky signatures. Thanks

    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Isle of Talas

    Laos River: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Thrain: Quickly calling off Blaze's attempt to scare the menacing Serviper, heavily coiled around your body, you decide your plan of action with a life-saving immediacy; complaisance with the thug's stereotypical dumb demeanour until they slip, at which point you're sure that you could outwit such a heavily armed force. The strategy is sound in theory, but with a serpent hell-bent on taking your neck and the mean-mugging thugs dismounting from their motorcycles with sickening grins on their faces, a part deep down inside you wonders just how successful such methods will be. Still, you decide to put on a brave face and calm yourself, if only for the sake of your young companion, who's protective characteristics are more likely to harm than help should it try anything untoward. Your fear grows as the largest of the men, one whom you hastily remember as the owner of the “winning” Ursaring, comes closer, deducing very smartly that power in a group like this comes from the biggest and baddest of them all. His instructions, to hand over all the Pokémon currently sitting on your Pokébelt, is one you can't fathom, but in such a situation you find yourself with very little choice. Outmanned, outgunned and with a much higher leveled Pokémon wrapped around your legs with fangs ready to strike, you decide to do the only logical thing, even if it does goes against your morals so vehemently.

    Your stutters, of which you can't control with such high-level of adrenaline pumping through your body, brings a deep rapacious laugh from the group until the leader snatches the belt from your grasp. A name-tag stitched onto the top right of his motorbike jacket identifies him as Dirty Charlie, and his tattoos, sketched on nearly every part of available skin from hands and knuckles to face and neck identifies him as a ruffian through and through. Five black hearts, the universal symbol for having killed a man, are scribbled under his left eye while a spider on the neck, hate and kill on his knuckles and the number 25 on his right palm all indicate serious time behind bars and gang affiliations thereof. Charlie, with your Pokébelt in hand, surveys it with a series of grunts before throwing it over to a skinny man behind him.

    “low. worthless” he announces, presumably indicating to the levels and rarity of your Pokémon, “we use for cockfight to death”

    Such lack of worth towards your Pokémon's life sends another spine bending chill through your body, causing you to beg for their lives. The plan to seem small, pitiful, insignificant and pray for mercy seems to bring no change in emotion from the man's face, your words of stumbling across their battles as an accident falling on deaf ears.

    “bring”

    A sharp pain in your neck, alongwith Charlie's last words, fade into darkness as you begin to feel very woozy, before falling into a complete blackness. In the moments before the slumber, Blaze barks and growls increase in volume and frequency, until he too falls silent with a pain-staking yelp and wimper, though you don't get a good look at the cause.

    ***

    Whack

    Your next moments of consciousness are pain. Pain and sickness. Opening your eyes you see only a large fist careering towards your face, connecting with another stinging blow which causes your mouth to swell and taste like blood. Your body aches from bruises all around, but what's more noticable is that you seem to be suspended in mid-air. Daring to open your eyes once more, you see that you're tied up, upside down, by a large sticky web-like substance. A human punching bag. The fist which just smacked you returns to the side of its owner, the same small man who grabbed your Pokébelt.

    “the rat's finally awake huh?” he says with a rotten nasally tone, his mouth pierced with gaps and broken teeth, his attire the same motorcycle jacket as the other, this time with “knifer” stitched on the side instead. Your queries over how he got such a name are quickly extinguished by the large selection of blades he has strapped around his body, one by his boot, another on his waist, another across his pec. he sneers at your curiousness, “you ready to see your Pokémon die kid?”

    Whack

    Another blow connects with your already pounding midsection, swinging you backwards as you feel the web looses ever so slightly from above, but still holding firm. The wind, having just been knocked out of you like a train, soon returns with a burning feeling, solidifying the assumption they've been teeing off on you since you arrived. The man laughs, patting you on the head before walking off.

    The silence that follows indicates you're alone and a quick, but very painful, turn of the neck confirms it. To your right, Blaze is in a similar situation, tied up upside down with blue bruises patterned across his body, the Pokémon looking very weak as it can't even lift its head. You try calling, but you get a mere “lithe” in response. At least he's alive. To your left, your Pokémon belt lies on a swinging porch chair with careless abandon, though with your entire body encased like a fly in a spider's web means you can't reach it. Empty and broken bottles of all types of liquor litter the wooden floor, which in turn leads to an old rundown wooden shack in complete disrepair; windows out, rotting wood, graffiti spraypaint. All of the above demonstrates a complete lack of regard for the place, but you assume it's a headquarters of some kind based on the logo hastily nailed above the door; a skulled Pidgeot surrounded by two pistols.

    “liiiithe”

    Blaze's weak calls turns your attention back to the task at hand. With Knifer set to be back any second, you should probably use this alone time wisely. Growlithe looks like it can use one attack, and one attack only, before being tapped out, but a fire attack would surely set the entire place, and you along with it, alight. Any clever ideas you might to escape, or at least enhance your chance of survival, would sure be great around now.

    What will you do?


    Atlas City

    Port Pearl: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Kaisap112: With the festivities well under way and one of Gavin's assistants to direct you to the nearest competition signs offs, you quickly make your way through the now bustling ship. Trainers with Pokémon scatter the floor in bunches as they all discuss just which one of the three tournaments are open; which would suits their Pokémon best and speculating on the grand 'rare' prize already mentioned over the loudspeaker. Skitty, seemingly caught up in the potential glamour and fame of winning, makes her choice by imitating the running movements and purring at the applause of the previous winner, seems to have made her choice but you decide against it, instead signing up for the water tournament to test your new Seel. Though the Pokémon you'd just witnessed seemed a much higher level, you know deep down that your tusked youngster has enough heart to compete, its plucky attitude could well more than make up for whatever it lacks in the level department, and evolution, department.

    “An excellent choice!”the woman says in her usual startling voice, something you're beginning to get used to by now “there will be a lottery to decide which trainers will compete for the grand prize. Here's your ball, good luck!”

    She hands you a blue and white striped Pokéball, seemingly unusable as its original purpose as the red light is switched off, with the number 112 on it. Turning round to leave, you see a queue of people are behind you; exasperating the numbers by tenfold and giving some degree of disheartenment at your chance of getting to compete. Gavin's assistant has now long gone, but a sign giving direction to the top level catches your attention. Perhaps it would be wise to check out the conditions, should you be chosen of course.

    What will you do?


    Emporium Hotel: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Marion Ette: Thump Thump Thump

    Your mind races with curiosities over Jack's colourful personality; from his strange alphabetic Pokémon names, wonderful choices of companion and esteemed contact list, of which you expected to have been set up with a room at The Emporium's luxury hotel. His plan, of which you also know a little about having possession of your own Rotom, failings have you call multiple Pokémon into action, releasing Crobat and telling Aislyn to get to work finding R and bringing the Pokémon back.

    A fantastic pink glow illuminates the corner of the elevator shaft, piercing through the now thick white cloud of gas intending to do harm. Jack stands alone in his desperation as Kay attempts to balk him from his despair without success. Sangre, on the other hand, begins to slam into the door with resounding force, causing the steel doors to buckle with every strike; the small bat might not posses the greatest weight, but the power of the attack seems to make up more than enough to eventually break through the doors.

    “Nine!”

    Aislyn's cries indicate her own prosperity as the elevator begins to whir with life, the implication being that the psychic power your fox Pokémon has has managed to not only find Rotom but lead it through the maze and to the controls. You expect the gas to stop flowing, but it doesn't, ever increasing as you find yourself starting to splutter for breath, looking back at Jack who seems to be doing the same.

    The elevator picks up far more speed as it drops with faster intensity, before jolting to a halt on the ground floor with a jump, causing everyone inside to lose their balance and fall; you, Jack and the two canine Pokémon to the floor and Crobat to the roof. Aislyn's jumps to her feet, ready to continue her psychic duties before R pops out of the controls with a smile, having expected a rapacious applause for its work in getting the elevator to work but finds the situation to be a little dire for a round of applause. Crobat, having just managed to peel itself from the ceiling thanks to R's work, delivers a final Giga Impact to the door, smashing one of the panels through and sending it screeching across the lobby floor. A painful, nails-on-a-chalkboard screech for sure.

    With the doors open the gas appears to stop automatically, giving your party of 6 enough time to stumble from inside the death-trap to much cleaner air, everybody coughing and hacking up their lungs as Crobat's Gust dissipates the rest out the door and to safety. The receptionist stands from her chair and immediately runs up to Jack with a look of horror on her face, though you can't tell if it's because of the possibility of her guests being hurt or the damage sustained to the property on her watch.

    “Mr. Luscombe! Are you okay?” she shrieks, glaring at you in between pauses “what happened?”

    “There's a dead body upstairs. We were trying to come down when the elevator stopped working and attempted to kill us!” Jack responds, enunciating the last part with disdain, “gather all your guests. Immediately!”

    The receptionist takes a breath to talk but stops as Jack shoots a look at her, instead running off to her desk to make calls. Her voice is inaudible, but her flailing arms and terrified look on her face certainly breaks the character you're used to seeing.

    ***

    30 minutes seem to pass within a flash. In that time the receptionist calls all the guests down into the main lounge, filling it with 20 people; an old couple, an ex-gym trainer and his son, a single man, a mysterious woman who claims to be a traveller from Seven Island, a schoolgirl, a man with suspicious tattoos covering his body, a wartime veteran, a clergyman, the owner of the hotel, the hotel chef and her co-chef, 3 cleaners, Charles, the receptionist, Jack and yourself. You're a little surprised to see how few guests the hotel actually has and how it maintains to keep business … until you remember the price they charge to get in. Jack, encouraging everyone to sit down, paces up and down the room, evaluating people before returning to you in a corner.

    “I think one of these people is the murderer. Perhaps you would join me in finding out whom?” he says, a solemn look on his face

    What will you do?


    The Market: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Meetan: An eye-blinding Flash knocks your senses for a loop, the bright light having been amplified ten-fold by the dark dingy surroundings. As your retina's recover, you notice Ivysaur looking healthier, the Leech Seeds having been recalled in the confusion to help recover the flower Pokémon's ailing health.

    “John. You in there?” A gruff voice asks, followed by several bangs on the metal door leading upstairs.

    “Get in here!” John replies, still rubbing his eyes from the previous attack “Some girl broke in and is stealing the boxes”

    Your nervousness increases as the door handle goes down, but doesn't budge. You guess that one of the previous attacks warped it, bolting it shut, but the sound of punches and kicks slamming off the door gives creedance for concern. Granbull, having recovered from the attack like its trainer, rushes towards Ivysaur with its mouth agape, Crunching down on the grass type with a howl, its two large fangs extruding from the Fairy Pokémon's lower jaw going right through one of Ivysaur's petals. Granbull grunts with a sickening smile, like trainer like Pokémon as they say. Sensing the initiative, Granbull opens its mouth once more, this time its fangs turning a cold blue as it looks to Ice Fang, but another piercing light causes it to back up.

    You're confused to say the least!You didn't order another flash, but a second look tells you it's not attacking. It's evolving! The pink petal on top of Ivysaur's body begins to sprout, opening up to reveal white spots before the stalk grows immensely. The grass type's body, too, becomes much bigger the brilliant light encompass the entire Pokémon, transforming the Ivysaur into its final stages – a Venusaur.

    “SAUR”

    The new Pokémon roars with triumph, staggering the Granbull with confusion, before a burst of poison shoots from its mouth, the Venoshock reacts with the toxin already in Granbull's system, knocking it out and sending its eyes into a swirl.

    Bang

    The doors begins to budge as the battle ends, and even with Venusaur's new form it doesn't look like it could take a new challenger. You quickly look for an exit, but none appears – especially not one that could fit Venusaur through. You clutch the Pokéball in your hands, attempting to recall the Pokémon to get at least some rest, but as soon as the red light begins to envelop the seed Pokemon it shakes its head, sending the withdrawal system of the ball back to its source.

    You're confused, but only for a second, as Venusaur extends its long grassy vines into the air. Grabbing ahold of Granbull and its trainer in a tight lasso-like grip, it pushes them against the wall. You too find yourself in a vine shortly after, but a much softer grip is applied as the grass-type lifts you up to the window and back to the outside. With you, a small cardboard box is sent up before the Venusaur gives you a look, points down and alley before turning to face the now almost broken down door. A last glimpse into the room prompts a nudge from Venusaur's tendril, and the last look you get is the door breaking down and a Machoke stepping through, only to receive a sharp Vine Whip to the face. Its trainer spots you and begins to run back upstairs to find you, but Venusaur's whip strikes him in the leg, sending him crashing to the ground.

    “Why you! I'll have you for this!”

    Taking off in the direction you were pointed, you run through a series of back-alleys, stopping when you run out of breath to see what's inside the box. You find yourself in the possession of a whole crate full of, presumably, stolen Pokémon! A speedy dig through, however, and you find your Pokémon are not in there. Disheartened, you find your breath back and take off again, wary that the criminals could be right behind you. One corner. Left. Right. Left again. Dead end.

    Turning round, a dark figure stands in your way. Have they caught up to you? You grab one of the nearest Pokémon at the top of the pile, hoping the same strategy of using other people's Pokémon would work as well as it did last time, but loosen your grip when the figure stands into the light. An Officer Jenny, dressed in her usual police uniform, calls Growlithe to her side before addressing you.

    “What's in the box?”

    What will you do?


    The Lost City of Sobek

    Research Lab: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Electric Blue Eye: Your brown cloak feels heavy as you trudge your way through the sand dunes, an overkill in such hot climate, despite your t-shirt and short combination. Sand fills your boots as you contemplate just how far you've had to travel through the treacherous desert – over 100 miles at least. The native population, a mix of modern day people and fierce tribal culture, would surely have built some way of travelling by air, and helicopters should have no problem setting down literally anywhere with a flat spot, but you're just glad to have got a lift anywhere, and that your legs are still holding you up despite the long walk.

    A Reuniclus accompanies you, the psychic Pokémon also struggling with the insane temperature as it makes its way to your side, straggling behind the entire way because of its gooey form, but at least it could float! You had originally made this voyage to get closer to your Pokémon, the first adventure in the isles of Fizzy Bubbles still very fresh in your memory – a dealing with a nasty group calling themselves Team Rocket. A building, far in the distance, focuses your mind on the present and the desperate call for water. Calling to Angelo, you promptly begin your racing descent onto Sobek's proud lands, hoping for refreshment and rest at its world renowned Research Lab.

    Your run, passing by ancient ruined buildings blasted by sand to near rubble, reaches the building in no time - at least not in comparison to the trek you made just to get here. The glass doors slide open with an automatic whoosh as a breeze of air conditioned air cools you immediately. A small bing greets you, an automatic counter when feet step on the metal panel, and brings a kooky-looking scientist zipping from an office in the back.

    “Ah! Pokémon trainers. Yes yes yes” he says, ushering you forward and onto a chair “You look like you've traveled. Please, take a seat, have a glass of water”

    He directs you to a chair, which you fall into, the soft cushions a welcome relief to your stiff back and aching legs. The water, delivered in a plastic cup, tastes odd, but a satisfying odd, like a stale water. You don't care, however, as the liquid is a sweet relief from having sand blasted in your face all day and night.

    “Made from urine with our new recycling unit! Now only $499.99” he explains, causing you to spit out your second sip with vigour, spraying the floor with reconstituted pee. The scientist hums audibly, before taking out a recorder from his pocket “test subject one seemed to like the water, but provided reaction to learning it was urine. More data will be required before product can go to market.”

    “My name is Dr. Saunders” he announces, seemingly unphased by the water at his feet, “Are you here for a job? We have two at the moment – collection or test subject”

    What will you do?


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    MarbleZone: The sun, forever beaming down from Talas' expansive cloud-free skies, burns your shoulders like bacon on a grill as you find yourself looking for the cooling salvation of a nearby fountain; a pond the locals have told you dedicated to one of their many legends, this one in the form of Farity, the Goddess of Fertility. Your mind races with the thoughts of the local people, their fierce and powerful superstitions, faiths and general hardiness bred from generations of hardships suffered under Sobek's long and tiresome history. The people, as one might expect from a civilization with a history in such a region, are fairly dark in their skin colour, ranging from as mere tanned to olive to extremely dark, making you stick out like a sore thumb with the rest of the “tourists” and potential adventurers waiting for inspiration and opportunity to strike. All that's on your mind, however, is reaching the fountain. With Mazo, a fairly low-leveled but equally revered and rare Pokémon standing by your side you begin your approach, taking note of the various families camped around its illustrious waters. A few dare brave a bathe, though it turns out to be mainly young children who have already enter the waters, splashing about amidst stern looks from their, what you would presume to be parents, to make sure no damage or otherwise untoward behaviour happens under the presence of their sacred deity.

    Quickly scooping up a handful of water and quickly covering your face with the heat mitigating liquid, you're surprised to see just how clean and clear it is; despite the circumstances of muddied children and sand-swept environment. The water sooths your agitated warm skin, but the statue of the fertility Goddess catches your eye almost immediately. Her grace and presence does little to stir your opinions, but her impressive Pokémon companions causes you to lament her status, inquiring over your own image should you have owned one, let alone three. Mazo's reaction, however, is less cynical; the Pokémon's somewhat spiritual nature leads him to pay his respects. You decide to pay some form of tribute, reaching down into your coin bag before withdrawing a single gold piece, offering it to the Goddess for use of her water. Your flick-come-hurl soars through the sky before cannoning off the outer-rim of Farity's base before landing neatly next to the middle Pokémon, the second stage Croconaw. Your eyes follow the coin all the way down, hoping for good luck to come from your action, but nothing remarkable happens...

    That is, however, until you begin to turn away. Out of the corner of your eyes you notice the coin shimmer an unnaturally bright colour. Stopped in your tracks by the seemingly unpredictable feat you turn to look at the other people surrounding the pool for support – just to make sure it wasn't a trick of the mind. They pay you no heed, of course, cementing the belief that nothing had happened, a mere light trick caused from the sun reflecting off the shiny gold piece. You shake it off … until both statues eyes, Farity and Croconaw, flash a burning luminescent dark blue, if only for a second. You turn to the audience again. This This time they would have notice surely? Nope. Not a single soul has turned away from their previous actions, seemingly unaware of what you'd just seen. Mazo, on the other hand, did see it. The aura Pokémon quickly drops to one knee, paying more respects under the guise of the supernatural, causing a few confused looks from the onlookers. Appearances from Gods have been known to happen to travellers who are weary under the sun's intense rays, but this feels somewhat different. Intentional. Real.

    Baffled by what just happened you usher your Lucario from his knees and begin to back up, only to bump into something heavy. A quick turn reveals it to be a large-framed black male, dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt, tight enough to show his bulging muscles, with a plethora of bones fashioned into a necklace hanging from his neck. An imposing Wartortle, much more muscular with a larger shell, stands by his side. Apologising for your mis-step you round him, with some difficulty given his tree-stump like width, only to find another man a few yards away staring at you with cold eyes. He, unlike his companion, is dressed in a dark navy suit, standing at around 5'10 compared to his approximate 6'3 friend. His Clauncher accompanies him by his side, although there seems nothing genetically unusual about this Pokémon.

    “You have been chosen by Her. Come.” He says in a thick tribal accent and broken English before pausing “... champion”

    His accomplice steps behind you, giving you the impression you have little choice in the matter. You could fight your way out, should you decide, or follow the strange men. The choice is yours.

    What will you do?


    The Lost City of Lacuna

    The Moon Temple: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    OkikuMew: Comments of buggy video games and film references flow through your mind as you traverse the tricky cavern; the burning torch magically lighting the eternal tunnels with ease, giving you time to give representation to the cave drawings. A rare find indeed. Arachnophobia proves no challenge, but the decision to press on through the massive door seems to satisfy your need for adventure, a choice Max seems to relish. A wag of his tail and bark confirms his interest, as you follow the ghosty figure before you, reaching to match your hand print as the moon shines brightly above.

    The door, as if reacting to the human touch, begins to creak and rumble, the heavy stone commencing to unlock the ancient locking mechanism. The technology, however old it may be, acknowledges your attempts, rewarding you as it begins to move. You attempt to peer in, but pure darkness greets you, until the stone unravels to completion, rolling over to your right. Stepping through, you're greeted by a large room, nought but a small altar sitting in the middle; an even smaller dark blue light hovering above it, convulsing with energy. Max, taking the lead, pushes you inwards as you shine the torch around, but no paintings seem present on the walls, as if this room is too sacred for mere mortals to touch. A tingly sensation triggers up your spine, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Max too feels the energy and begins a constant action of looking behind him, sensing something, but even he isn't sure what.

    Deciding to continue, you approach the altar with caution. The light seems to be coming from a small glass orb, but its energy extends far beyond outline. Looking closer, the orb's multicolour base goes from black trim to light blue middle, with a white oval centred in the middle. You find yourself being draw closer and closer, as an image sparks into life in the oval; a faint outline of a red cavern. Suddenly, a white plume billows from the top, like a flame from a lighter, causing you to jump. You try to move backwards, but struggle as you find yourself almost locked in place as the orb shakes with power. A dark black energy begins to pulse outwards, getting closer and closer until you find yourself engulfed in it.

    Poof

    ***

    In a millisecond, you find yourself somewhere completely different. Glancing around, you recognise the surroundings as the image you just saw, atop a large mountain, painted with a red sky. Movement echoes through the air, as if a large number of people are near. The orb, atop the same altar, sits in front of you but the room is gone; now replaced by open air, the peak of said mountain. The sound of metal attracts your attention from behind you as you whip round to see two men kneeling with their right arms across their chest … a salute perhaps? Their dressed in full armour, black with red spikes around their neck, and look like they're expecting you.

    “Commander. You're late”

    A creaky voice pierces through the dense fog as an old man steps into the light with a grimacing look, one light blue retina-less eye marred shut with a long scar descending from his forehead. He ushers you forward as the men stand, and in your confused state you begin to follow instinctively, leading you down the sharp incline of the mountain path and to a high-top tent situated fairly close by. Inside, three men and a woman gather round a table with their backs to you, murmuring away until the old man coughs, announcing your presence. They turn with steel faces, nodding solemnly in your direction but without the earlier salute you were given. One of the men is dressed in black robes, the other a full steel knight suit while the woman is dressed in chainmail with a crescent moon plate strapped to her chest.

    “The enemy has five ranks of Houndoom flanking to right through Outsousen cavern. A single rank of Skarmory is engaged with our entire catapult fleet and a large army of soldiers and Aggron threaten to break through our line any minute. What should we do commander?”

    They all turn to look at you, expecting an answer.

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    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Comfort was the name of the game as you descend back into the Talas region, your usual cowboy hat protecting you from the proactive rays of sunlight so many travellers struggle with. Meowth, a regular companion, sits on your shoulder as you discuss your choice of destination; the Lampas Lake in the middle of Axal City. Axal, the source of much controversy over the past few years for its misinterpreted calendar, seems the perfect spot for Pokémon trainers, as its lake houses one of the largest collection of wild Pokémon in the Fizzy Bubbles region, if not the world. An influx of trainers has seen the population decline, but strict policy on capture rates set up by the Talasian government seems to have quelled any fears over decimating population.

    Deciding your plan of action is to merely hang out by the side of the lake and feed whatever comes your way, you hastily make your way to the outskirts of the lake, an easy job for an adventurer of your calibre. You are, however, surprised as just how quiet it is. You passed no trainers or Pokémon on your way through here, aside from the bustling of the large city, and are taken aback at how little life there seems to be. Perhaps the news reports where right about the over-hunting, or maybe because it's a work day. Either way, your stroll is quite uneventful, that is until you come across a large gathering in the distance.

    As you get closer, you see a handsome young man sitting under a tree, meditating whilst surrounded by Pokémon. A Beautifly rests on his hand; two Ducklett quack and waddle around him; A Buneary and Abra play tag round the tree while a Liepard and Rufflet rest lazily beside him. Will you approach, or leave him be?

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    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Comfort was the name of the game as you descend back into the Talas region, your usual cowboy hat protecting you from the proactive rays of sunlight so many travellers struggle with. Meowth, a regular companion, sits on your shoulder as you discuss your choice of destination; the Lampas Lake in the middle of Axal City. Axal, the source of much controversy over the past few years for its misinterpreted calendar, seems the perfect spot for Pokémon trainers, as its lake houses one of the largest collection of wild Pokémon in the Fizzy Bubbles region, if not the world. An influx of trainers has seen the population decline, but strict policy on capture rates set up by the Talasian government seems to have quelled any fears over decimating population.

    Deciding your plan of action is to merely hang out by the side of the lake and feed whatever comes your way, you hastily make your way to the outskirts of the lake, an easy job for an adventurer of your calibre. You are, however, surprised as just how quiet it is. You passed no trainers or Pokémon on your way through here, aside from the bustling of the large city, and are taken aback at how little life there seems to be. Perhaps the news reports where right about the over-hunting, or maybe because it's a work day. Either way, your stroll is quite uneventful, that is until you come across a large gathering in the distance.

    As you get closer, you see a handsome young man sitting under a tree, meditating whilst surrounded by Pokémon. A Beautifly rests on his hand; two Ducklett quack and waddle around him; A Buneary and Abra play tag round the tree while a Liepard and Rufflet rest lazily beside him. Will you approach, or leave him be?

    What will you do?
    Once they had made it through the bustling city, Keith could finally see the lake. "Ah, there it is," he grinned.

    "Yeah," Meowth said. He then glanced around. "Ain't a lot goin' on here, though," he added. "I'd'a thought dere'd be more people relaxin' here or sometin'."

    "True, yeah, and today seems like a nice day to be by the water, too," Keith agreed, also looking around at the surprising lack of other living souls around them. "Well, let's walk around, find a good place to relax, maybe start working out where we want to head next once we're all rested up, hmm?"

    "Sounds like a plan," nodded Meowth. With that, Keith started walking along the side of the lake. Much as the quietness surprised him, he had to admit it was kinda nice. Very peaceful. Uneventful, yes, but sometimes that made for a nice change. At least, for a little while, anyway.

    As Keith walked, he eventually caught sight of something in the distance. It looked like there was someone sitting beneath a tree. As Keith drew closer, he could see a young man sitting, in a pose which suggested he was meditating. Around him was gathered a small selection of Pokémon, some of them resting, some of them playing. Even though he had seen a few of these kinds of Pokémon before, Keith took out his Pokédex and aimed them at some of these (he made sure to turn down the volume a bit so that the electronic voice didn't disturb any of them). First, he aimed the device at the Bug-type resting on one of the man's hands.

    "Beautifly, a Butterfly Pokémon," the device droned quietly. "This evolved form of Silcoon is highly aggressive. It stabs prey with its long mouth before draining the body fluids."

    "Wow," Keith murmured, before turning the device on the pair of pale blue birds waddling around.

    "Ducklett, a Water Bird Pokémon," droned the device. "When under attack, it splashes water around, and escapes under the cover of the spray."

    "Maybe it's my dislike fer water, or maybe I'm just spoiled," Meowth whispered, "but I'd prefer one o' dose pre-cooked, if youse asks me." Keith, saying nothing to this, turned the Pokédex on the pair of Pokémon playing tag.

    "Buneary, a Rabbit Pokémon," droned the device. "Attacks by uncoiling its ears and slamming enemies with them. Hits hard enough to severely damage a grown man." And then the image on the screen changed. "Abra, a Psi Pokémon," it continued. "Sleeps for eighteen hours a day, but can still sense danger and attack in its sleep. Its special attack is the Teleport."

    "Attacks in its sleep?" Keith remarked. "Now that would be a useful trait." Finally, he turned his Pokédex on the two Pokémon resting beside the man.

    "Rufflet, an Eaglet Pokémon," droned the device. "Extremely reckless, it stands up to much larger opponents in order to get stronger."

    Keith and Meowth exchanged smirks. "A bird version of Scorpius," Keith chuckled.

    "Liepard, a Cruel Pokémon. An evolved form of the Purrloin," continued the Pokédex. "It stealthily sneaks up on prey and strikes from behind without warning, leaving the victim no chance to react."

    Once this was done, Keith put his Pokédex away and exchanged looks with Meowth. "So, wat now?" asked Meowth.

    "I say we move on," replied Keith. "This guy clearly has the same idea as us, coming here to relax, why disturb him? I think he's got the right idea, though, sitting under that tree- let's see if we can find a good tree too, hmm?"

    "I like da sound o' dat," said Meowth. With the both of them agreed, Keith made to walk past the meditating man and his Pokémon, seeing no good reason to disturb him.



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    Electric Blue Eye: Your brown cloak feels heavy as you trudge your way through the sand dunes, an overkill in such hot climate, despite your t-shirt and short combination. Sand fills your boots as you contemplate just how far you've had to travel through the treacherous desert – over 100 miles at least. The native population, a mix of modern day people and fierce tribal culture, would surely have built some way of travelling by air, and helicopters should have no problem setting down literally anywhere with a flat spot, but you're just glad to have got a lift anywhere, and that your legs are still holding you up despite the long walk.

    A Reuniclus accompanies you, the psychic Pokémon also struggling with the insane temperature as it makes its way to your side, straggling behind the entire way because of its gooey form, but at least it could float! You had originally made this voyage to get closer to your Pokémon, the first adventure in the isles of Fizzy Bubbles still very fresh in your memory – a dealing with a nasty group calling themselves Team Rocket. A building, far in the distance, focuses your mind on the present and the desperate call for water. Calling to Angelo, you promptly begin your racing descent onto Sobek's proud lands, hoping for refreshment and rest at its world renowned Research Lab.

    Your run, passing by ancient ruined buildings blasted by sand to near rubble, reaches the building in no time - at least not in comparison to the trek you made just to get here. The glass doors slide open with an automatic whoosh as a breeze of air conditioned air cools you immediately. A small bing greets you, an automatic counter when feet step on the metal panel, and brings a kooky-looking scientist zipping from an office in the back.

    “Ah! Pokémon trainers. Yes yes yes” he says, ushering you forward and onto a chair “You look like you've traveled. Please, take a seat, have a glass of water”

    He directs you to a chair, which you fall into, the soft cushions a welcome relief to your stiff back and aching legs. The water, delivered in a plastic cup, tastes odd, but a satisfying odd, like a stale water. You don't care, however, as the liquid is a sweet relief from having sand blasted in your face all day and night.

    “Made from urine with our new recycling unit! Now only $499.99” he explains, causing you to spit out your second sip with vigour, spraying the floor with reconstituted pee. The scientist hums audibly, before taking out a recorder from his pocket “test subject one seemed to like the water, but provided reaction to learning it was urine. More data will be required before product can go to market.”

    “My name is Dr. Saunders” he announces, seemingly unphased by the water at his feet, “Are you here for a job? We have two at the moment – collection or test subject”

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    Stats.

    "I guess I’m not in the most tip top of shape like I used to be," the trainer chuckled as his legs felt like lead from the days and nights of combating the desert sands.

    "Reuniclus?" the psychic type inquired.

    "Right…you weren't with us before, before coming to Fizzytopia." Ethan said as he recalled his past, "I used to leap the roof tops of buildings in the dead of night, when everyone was off in dream land I would break into museums or banks and rob the place. Mostly for fun, or some vigilantly justice…I guess you could say I was a troubled kid." He looked into the eyes of his Pokémon, "It’s alright to judge me, and after what you've gone through I’m probably no better than them…"

    "Reuniclus…"

    Ethan chocked down a gulp of remaining spit he had in his mouth, "You need to understand something though…after my parents died. That was the most traumatic time in my life. I was barely 10 when it happened, flames engulfing my home with the only family I ever had. I still don’t understand what happened, or maybe I've simply buried it in my mind…" he said looking at the horizon, "After that I was an orphan, the police thought maybe I had something to do with their deaths, l-like I was some, sociopath…I WAS TEN FOR ARCUES SAKES! How could they thing I would hurt my family, sure my mom was a little head strong and we fought all the time but she was my mom! I used to hate going shopping with her; she would take forever to buy anything. But at the end of the day we would go get ice cream together and we would talk and laugh. I used to pull the occasional prank from time to time with Chris my Snivy, she hated snakes hehe. And my Dad, well he was always the religious type and anyone he met for one reason or another respected him. He was charismatic and kind. And he always told me that I had a bright future ahead of me…" tears began forming underneath the trainer’s eyes, "When they left this world. I felt empty. So ****ing empty. I just couldn't handle it. And worst of all I was accused of killing them…so what was my bright idea? I ran, I didn't want to live in orphanages. I didn't want to be seen or hear whispers about what I had apparently done." He shook his head, clinching his jaw tight like the words were just too much to say, "It was during a time, there was a great rain storm in the town I was currently in, I was 12 maybe…no money, nothing to my name I’d been living on the streets for two years. I had already met James my Gastly, and Chris was very cold and hadn't eaten for days…there was no fruit I could pluck from any trees; the storm had destroyed them all. I begged for help, but any passerby just saw right through me…like I was invisible. I saw straight ahead of me a Pokemart and the owner closing it down for the night. There was no one around, my clothes were wet and I was tired and my Pokémon needed me. I did what I thought was right. I left my Snivy covered in an alley way that we slept in. Made sure he was safe from the cold rain. Me and James, we went into the Pokemart, I had him open the lock from the inside and I got in and took what we needed. At first it was scary…I knew from the time my dad took me to his church what I was committing was a sin but honestly, I felt cheated. My parents always did things by the book and yet look at where they ended up. I was a kid, I never did a bad thing in my life and yet I was made to suffer. I hurried back and nursed my Pokémon back to health." Ethan gave a soft sigh... "It was so easy, to steal. No one saw what I did and I was careful to not leave anything connecting the crime to me. That’s when I realized, I could do it. Steal to get what we needed, anything we wanted, we could take it for ourselves. And the best part is nobody needed to know. All I needed was something to call myself. Asking for help I was no better than a ghost. The Phantom that was the perfect thing to call myself." The trainer said, "I was a kid with no adult supervision, nobody that loved me or even gave a damn about me was around anymore, and I didn't give a damn if I died."

    'What about us?'

    "Who?"

    'Us, your Pokémon.'

    "Well of course I care about you guys, you’re like a second family to me, honestly if it wasn't for you or my girlfriend Liza I wouldn't be here now, I wouldn't want to live…wait- who…who said that?" the trainer said rather confused for a moment only seeing his floating Psychic Pokemon Angelo next to him with no one else around.

    'Me. Angelo.' the Reuniclus voice could be heard as clear as day in the trainer’s mind. It was soft and comforting.

    "Y-you’re talking," Ethan stuttered, "You’re actually talking!! Well…not really, but telepathically you’re speaking to me!"

    'I am? Hehe, I guess I am!'

    "How are you able to…I mean, you've never been able to talk to me before?"

    'I don’t know either actually…but your story, I felt your pain as you were telling it, I could somehow sense and see your memories…'

    "I just can’t get over this…" Ethan said, "Come here big guy!" the trainer wept a little but this time of happiness rather than sadness. "For some reason, it’s like…I've been missing a childhood friend and suddenly I found you again."

    'I know the feeling…' the psychic type said solemnly.

    "I have so many questions for you, but it seems rude to ask…"

    'You want to ask what happened to me all that time ago?'

    "How did you- right, you’re a psychic type, you can read my mind."

    'Yes…hehe, well in all honesty. I only remember a few things, bits and piece really…I remember playing in the meadow with many other Psychic type Pokémon when a black van stopped by the middle of the road. Two men in black with a red R got out and began poaching Pokémon, many of my friends tried to fight back but they were quickly electrocuted and taken away. I remember trying to help a Ralts escape when suddenly I was grabbed from behind and zapped myself, I was thrown into a cage and spent a few days with little water and food given to me, probably to make sure I wasn't strong enough to attack. The room was pitch black with very little, dry air entering in. One day a scientist approached me, I didn't really get a good look at his face but he placed a black band around my head…after that the next thing I remember I was being with you.'

    "Sounds like an awful nightmare if you ask me."

    'With a happy ending.'

    The trainer smiled. "Well this is going to be interesting, you can finally talk now, are you able to read other people’s minds?" he asked as they made their way down the dune and to the lab ahead of them, passing by an ancient building that if it wasn't covered in sand Ethan wouldn't have minded exploring.

    'No…actually, I’m afraid not. I mean, look at us, we've been together for a long time and we are barely able to speak with one another like this.'

    "Very true…I guess you need an open mind and heart."

    'Complete trust.'

    Passing through the sliding doors of the structure, Ethan and Angelo were pleasantly content being hit face first with a puff of fresh cool, air conditioned air… "Ahhh!" 'Ahhh!' they both moaned in delight as Ethan stepped on a panel that *binged* grabbing the attention of a gentlemen in the back in a white lab coat. Figuring him to be a scientist, Ethan was promptly greeted by him and offered a seat and a drink.

    "Thank you- we've been traveling for a couple days now," Ethan said as he took a seat resting his tried, weary bones before taking off his cloak.

    'Quite the funny looking scientist huh?' Angelo telepathically said to his trainer making Ethan smirk as he grabbed a cup of cold water and drank it whole. He quickly raised an eyebrow to the odd taste he received from it, but considering they had run out of water a few hours ago anything at this point was enough to quench his thirst.

    "Made from urine with our new recycling unit! Now only $499.99"

    Ethan’s eyes went bugged eyed as he was in mid-sip of another cup of water, resulting in him spitting it on the floor, "ARE YOU INSANE!?" he retorted.

    'YEA LIKE SERIOUSLY.' Angelo said, 'THAT’S A RIDICULOUS PRICE FOR URINE-WATER.'

    You know I’m starting to get the feeling it was better when you couldn't talk. Ethan thought before clearing his throat and turning his attention at the scientist, "I’m sorry," Ethan said as he realized how rude he was being, "I’m sure you have to make do with what you have, I can relate quite a lot to that actually." He placed the cup far away from him, I don't even want to know where the urine came from to make this...

    "My name is Dr. Saunders. Are you here for a job? We have two at the moment – collection or test subject"

    "Now that you mention it, we were looking for something to do. Beg your pardon, where are my manners…" Ethan said presenting his hand for a shake, "The name is Ethan, Ethan Rivers and this is my Pokémon Angelo, as you can see he is a Reuniclus. Before I make any sound decision on either, I’d like to know more about both if you don’t mind?" he leaned in close, quite interested to see what an honest job would entail.


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    MarbleZone: The sun, forever beaming down from Talas' expansive cloud-free skies, burns your shoulders like bacon on a grill as you find yourself looking for the cooling salvation of a nearby fountain; a pond the locals have told you dedicated to one of their many legends, this one in the form of Farity, the Goddess of Fertility. Your mind races with the thoughts of the local people, their fierce and powerful superstitions, faiths and general hardiness bred from generations of hardships suffered under Sobek's long and tiresome history. The people, as one might expect from a civilization with a history in such a region, are fairly dark in their skin colour, ranging from as mere tanned to olive to extremely dark, making you stick out like a sore thumb with the rest of the “tourists” and potential adventurers waiting for inspiration and opportunity to strike. All that's on your mind, however, is reaching the fountain. With Mazo, a fairly low-leveled but equally revered and rare Pokémon standing by your side you begin your approach, taking note of the various families camped around its illustrious waters. A few dare brave a bathe, though it turns out to be mainly young children who have already enter the waters, splashing about amidst stern looks from their, what you would presume to be parents, to make sure no damage or otherwise untoward behaviour happens under the presence of their sacred deity.

    Quickly scooping up a handful of water and quickly covering your face with the heat mitigating liquid, you're surprised to see just how clean and clear it is; despite the circumstances of muddied children and sand-swept environment. The water sooths your agitated warm skin, but the statue of the fertility Goddess catches your eye almost immediately. Her grace and presence does little to stir your opinions, but her impressive Pokémon companions causes you to lament her status, inquiring over your own image should you have owned one, let alone three. Mazo's reaction, however, is less cynical; the Pokémon's somewhat spiritual nature leads him to pay his respects. You decide to pay some form of tribute, reaching down into your coin bag before withdrawing a single gold piece, offering it to the Goddess for use of her water. Your flick-come-hurl soars through the sky before cannoning off the outer-rim of Farity's base before landing neatly next to the middle Pokémon, the second stage Croconaw. Your eyes follow the coin all the way down, hoping for good luck to come from your action, but nothing remarkable happens...

    That is, however, until you begin to turn away. Out of the corner of your eyes you notice the coin shimmer an unnaturally bright colour. Stopped in your tracks by the seemingly unpredictable feat you turn to look at the other people surrounding the pool for support – just to make sure it wasn't a trick of the mind. They pay you no heed, of course, cementing the belief that nothing had happened, a mere light trick caused from the sun reflecting off the shiny gold piece. You shake it off … until both statues eyes, Farity and Croconaw, flash a burning luminescent dark blue, if only for a second. You turn to the audience again. This This time they would have notice surely? Nope. Not a single soul has turned away from their previous actions, seemingly unaware of what you'd just seen. Mazo, on the other hand, did see it. The aura Pokémon quickly drops to one knee, paying more respects under the guise of the supernatural, causing a few confused looks from the onlookers. Appearances from Gods have been known to happen to travellers who are weary under the sun's intense rays, but this feels somewhat different. Intentional. Real.

    Baffled by what just happened you usher your Lucario from his knees and begin to back up, only to bump into something heavy. A quick turn reveals it to be a large-framed black male, dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt, tight enough to show his bulging muscles, with a plethora of bones fashioned into a necklace hanging from his neck. An imposing Wartortle, much more muscular with a larger shell, stands by his side. Apologising for your mis-step you round him, with some difficulty given his tree-stump like width, only to find another man a few yards away staring at you with cold eyes. He, unlike his companion, is dressed in a dark navy suit, standing at around 5'10 compared to his approximate 6'3 friend. His Clauncher accompanies him by his side, although there seems nothing genetically unusual about this Pokémon.

    “You have been chosen by Her. Come.” He says in a thick tribal accent and broken English before pausing “... champion”

    His accomplice steps behind you, giving you the impression you have little choice in the matter. You could fight your way out, should you decide, or follow the strange men. The choice is yours.

    What will you do?
    Master...

    - I saw it. Nobody else seems to, though. But come on, are you going to bow down to the heavens every time something strange happens?

    A higher power has set their eyes upon us. I merely pay my respects.

    - The statues' eyes just glimmered; what does that tell you about any kind of higher power at all?

    Mazo's spiritual inclination was exasperating at times. Whereas Levin didn't care bout the divine at all, the Lucario seemingly paid homage to them all. The lycan often said that he refused to dismiss what he didn't know, and that he often felt the presence of ascended Auras around them - which he attributed to the existence of higher beings watching them from above. If this was one such case Levin didn't know, but he didn't feel like pressing the matter either.

    Let's say there is a supernatural force at work. What kind of Goddess is awakened by a coin offering? What does that say about any deity?

    He prepared to leave, uncomfortable by the unexpected turn of events and Mazo's interest in it. He had places to see, battles to fight and an Elite Four to dethrone, and praying to stones wasn't going to get him there. As he was about to call Mazo, he noticed four figures blocking their path - two men, one of them incredibly huge, a buffed-up Wartortle and a Clauncher. Despite their unusual choice of apparel (one with a t-shirt two sizes too small and the other with a suit), their accent and bone necklaces gave off a decidedly tribal vibe. But it was the message they delivered that left Levin utterly confused.

    Chosen by "Her"? Do they mean... the statue?

    The Goddess most likely, yes.

    There's no such thing! It's just the statue of a woman surrounded by crocodiles, damnit!

    As you wish.

    The Trainer assessed his options - which, admittedly, weren't that many. He had powerful Pokemon at his disposal should he choose to engage the men, but to be fair, they did nothing to deserve a beating... yet. Also, he shouldn't forget what happened the last time he took a battle for granted. No, he felt inclined to listen. Not just for the amusing preposterousness of it all, but because somewhere out there, someone thought of him as a "champion".

    And there goes my weak spot.

    Despite his particular outlook on the divine, he'd traveled enough by now to know that very few things happened by chance. He just tossed a coin into the lake, the statue's eyes glimmered and these two appeared out of thin air. The circumstances alone peaked his interest, and until either of them got hostile, he had no reason not to listen to them. Following them blindly would be another issue altogether, but he could handle himself if things came to blows... hopefully. As long as he didn't have to engage the walking obelisk in a fist fight.

    - Champion sounds about right. But I would like to know a bit more about you two gentlemen as we set off to parts unknown. A dark alley in the middle of Sobek isn't where I fashion spending the rest of my days, and your approach already seems a bit... forceful. But I'll join you while you speak, sure.

    He was sure they didn't bring Clauncher and the freak Wartortle along by chance. It was classic intimidation, and although he didn't feel particularly threatened by either of them, the larger man's presence sent enough of a message. He was willing to play along for now, while at the same time scavenging his brain for an escape plan if things got too crazy for his taste. He ignored Mazo's concerned look and prepared to follow the men, listening intently as he weighed the benefits of turning back at any moment.

    Still... "Champion".


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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Electric Blue Eye: A heartfelt psychic conversation accompanies your walk through the lush town of Sobek, the harsh desert wastelands you had previously been giving way to green grass sprouting from all areas. Nobody quite knows how the grass formed, nor how it manages to stay as healthy as it does; providing the citizens of the lost city with extensive benefits, but you digress and carry on. Your reaction provoke further note taking for the crazy-haired scientist; his bald head gleaming as he nods up and down as he writes your words. The sides of his hair poke out, a dark yet dirty red, the wavy desperations of a man who refuses to admit he's going bald for sure.

    A Magnemite, possibly alarmed by your shouting, floats through one of the back doors, hovering around at head-height before a blue scanner protrudes from the mechanical orb. It blinks, then turns and hovers off. You notice a slight dent in one of the sides, but being a scientific lab partner some accidents and worse-for-wear appearances are almost a given.

    “Oh! Of course, my mistake” he exclaims, shaking your hand. It's clear he's taken no offence to your comments as he continues to merely use you as data, “the first job, the collection tasks. I have been working on a way to turn salt water into drinkable liquids! Then we can utilize the sea and provide clean drinking water to all the poor nations. I'll need a batteries, paint thinner, cold medication, fertilizer, anti-freeze and a drain cleaner!”

    He finishes with a sneeze, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he looks down at the list. You suspect he's either crazy, a genius, needing groceries or a little bit of all three.

    “I'm sure you could find all of the above at the market. I'll give you some money and you can keep the change … the less you spend the more money you make!” he says, continuing onto the next job as soon as he finishes the previous one, “and the testing job is a new interface to change the way trainers battle. Both Pokémon and trainer put on my new invention and you go into a virtual reality, battling simulations of champions from across the regions”

    So, what do you say. Two very different jobs. Interested?

    What will you do?


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    MarbleZone: A cold memory of a recent loss floods through your mind as you weigh up your multiple options for dealing with the tribal encounter, solidified by the strong Pokémon at your disposal. Classic intimidation wasn't to be the driving force as you spoke your grievances of dark alleys, instead your ego and the thought of being a “champion”.

    “We no have house on main street” the suited man states with a chuckle, expressing a gesture for you to walk beside him. The larger man follows in suit, silent and stoic as per usual, his huge frame now attracting looks from the local villagers who step out and zip across the street at his mere presence, ushering their children with prompt haste. “No worry about En-Ro, he bad rap for size, but not temper quickly. Me Uma'Hun”

    Your pace picks up as you pass the large rows of houses, some well-built others … not so much, situated in the city, classic tribal symbols gratified well across the classic bustling landscape. It reminds you of other large, modernised cities in how many houses are rammed together, like a less-dangerous favela, but the technology of building, mastery of architect and funding put in is far lesser than you're used to. The Lost City of Sobek is well-known for being the first of the Lost Cities to be uncovered but warring factions of tribes, greedy money-hungry “leaders” and outlying neighbours of tribal culture all flooded back into the city once it had been re-established and funding to similar regions were abandoned quickly to any non-governmental housing like the Research Base. In places like Talas, the rich got richer and the poor remained as they were, an untouched relic from past centuries finding peace with their lives, but without ever tasting the heights most Westerners live with, let alone ones dreams. Uma'Hun stops at an alley, extending his arm to signal the way. It is indeed down the dark alley you had feared, limited light and shadowed by the large buildings on either side. His extension, however, shortens his sleeves to reveal a small tribal tattoo of a Feraligatr head on his wrist. The head, centred, is enveloped by beam-like lines, similar to primitive pictures of the sun. You've seen this before, and thinking back you remember that most, if not all, of the males in this city wear the mark … on those who've been walking round in the hot sun shirtless at least. You would figure that a fight with one of these members would have you chased out of town at the very least, and stories of tribal justice suggests much worse would be done.

    The short ten minute walk through the alleys passes quickly, Uma'Hun telling you much unknown facts about the area and its history; mainly focused on the legend of Farity and her war with the evil Pharoah Caiman, but the information is refreshing at the very least. Certainly not the sort of stuff you're used to reading about in any tourist brochure.

    “We people servants of Farity. You chosen to complete task. We not know why she choses, she just does.” Uma'Hun says as he stops you outside a large flat, two-story building, pushing the door to reveal a single man sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed with eyes closed facing towards you. A Scyther to his right does the same. The man looks around the same age as you, his long black hair shaped into a man-bun at the back. His clothing, an old-school style of fabric weaving, is a dirty brown while his pants are long and blue with a similar make. He breathes steadily, in and out, in and out as you're escorted into the room and off to the side, where two cushions are presented for you to sit on. They're comfortable, despite the golden wooded floor below.

    “When I was your age...” the man starts, not opening his eyes nor looking in your direction, “I was famous!”

    His words strike you as odd as he looks to be no older than 25, 30 at a push, but his voice is deep and gravelly like an old man both worn out and tired.

    “I was the greatest samurai in the empire... and .. I was the pharaoh's decapitator. I cut off the heads off of 131 lords. I was granted the power of immortality by the Gods” He holds out his hands into the beam of light streaming through one of the windows, revealing an arm filled with cuts as Scyther's blades moves with the speed of light. It cuts him, deep, but no blood comes out.

    “It was a dark time for the empire. Caiman just stayed inside his castle, and he never came out. People said his brain was infected by devils. I would go home to my family and forget about the killings. I wasn't scared of the pharaoh but the pharaoh was scared of me” he pauses as an echoed silence fills the room. Tingles are sent down your spine with every sentence, your mind racing, “Maybe that was the problem. One night the pharaoah sent an army to my house. They were supposed to kill me …. but they didn't”

    He stops once more, his fists clenching as he opens his eyes and turns to you. His eyes, a soulless white, pierce through you like he can see into yours.

    “That was the night everything changed. I fought for the Goddess Farity and sent the Caiman to hell. But my crimes were not forgiven and I was sentanced to live a thousand lives to think about what I had done. Now she answers my prayers and sends one who can help me” he says, gesturing towards you, “I seek your help. I must travel to his temple. From there … I do not know.”

    The “mission” is still a mystery and the goals even more so, but the man's words have sincerity to them and his outwardly appearance seems to suggest the same. There does seem to be the option to say no, but it would be damming to the warrior. He awaits your response.

    What will you do?


    The Lost City of Lacuna

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    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: You decide to ignore the meditating man, instead keeping a respectful distance as you walk by and further down-pond, stopping only to input new Pokémon into your Pokédex. It registers them as wild Pokémon, which surprises you even more at how calm they are around him. You had read that if you have treats, the wild Pokémon of Lampas Lake are unusually friendly, especially since they got used to seeing the influx of trainers. You're ignored by the troop as you walk past, noting only that the mystery man has a single Pokéball placed in front of him as he meditates quietly under a tree.

    A short while later you arrive at your spot, however, the locale and surroundings very similar but without nearly as many Pokémon. In fact … you actually notice there are no Pokémon. In the sky, in the water. You're literally all alone! If there was a reduction in wild Pokémon in the area you're sure it would have been on the news, a massive tourist stop like this, but the only Pokémon within seeing distance are your own. You curse your luck, and a little at the mystery man for stealing all the action. Time passes with incredible slowness, the boredom begins to settle as you attempt to stay around to see something but as the afternoon winds down you decide to call it. Waste of a trip. On the walk back you see the man has long gone, and with him the army of wild Pokémon, leaving nothing but the but imprint of a man who sat in mud.

    Out of the corner of your eyes, however, you see way way off in the distance a Beautifly, perhaps the same one as earlier, fluttering about spraying some kind of pollen. If you've got a Pokémon that's super quick, you might be able to catch it and see where it's going, but if not the options are limitless. You could stay here and watch the Chinchou light show; head back into town; investigate the area Beautifly was spraying or any other creative suggestion you can think of.

    What will you do?
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    OoC: Man I suck. Three updates and it still takes me 1/2 a month to complete.

    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: You decide to ignore the meditating man, instead keeping a respectful distance as you walk by and further down-pond, stopping only to input new Pokémon into your Pokédex. It registers them as wild Pokémon, which surprises you even more at how calm they are around him. You had read that if you have treats, the wild Pokémon of Lampas Lake are unusually friendly, especially since they got used to seeing the influx of trainers. You're ignored by the troop as you walk past, noting only that the mystery man has a single Pokéball placed in front of him as he meditates quietly under a tree.

    A short while later you arrive at your spot, however, the locale and surroundings very similar but without nearly as many Pokémon. In fact … you actually notice there are no Pokémon. In the sky, in the water. You're literally all alone! If there was a reduction in wild Pokémon in the area you're sure it would have been on the news, a massive tourist stop like this, but the only Pokémon within seeing distance are your own. You curse your luck, and a little at the mystery man for stealing all the action. Time passes with incredible slowness, the boredom begins to settle as you attempt to stay around to see something but as the afternoon winds down you decide to call it. Waste of a trip. On the walk back you see the man has long gone, and with him the army of wild Pokémon, leaving nothing but the but imprint of a man who sat in mud.

    Out of the corner of your eyes, however, you see way way off in the distance a Beautifly, perhaps the same one as earlier, fluttering about spraying some kind of pollen. If you've got a Pokémon that's super quick, you might be able to catch it and see where it's going, but if not the options are limitless. You could stay here and watch the Chinchou light show; head back into town; investigate the area Beautifly was spraying or any other creative suggestion you can think of.

    What will you do?
    (OOC: Don't sweat it. Late updates are better than no updates at all. )

    Keith's eyes widened as his Pokédex registered the Pokémon surrounding the man. "What the..." he muttered. "Meowth, those are all wild Pokémon."

    Meowth turned his head away from the Ducklett to look at Keith's Pokédex. "All o' dem?" he asked in surprise. "I'd'a thought da Beautifly or da Liepard at least would'a been his."

    "This guy clearly has a way with wild Pokémon," Keith remarked, sounding mildly impressed. "Well, let's keep moving," he added. "Try to find a good spot before all the wild Pokémon are taken, right?" he chuckled. Meowth joined in the chuckling as they continued along...

    ~~~~~

    "...I was just joking," Keith sighed. They had found a pretty good spot, not unlike the previous one, only it was lacking anyone already claiming it. Only problem was, it was also lacking any wild Pokémon! Nothing flying overhead, nothing swimming in the water, nothing running around on dry land, nothing.

    "Guess da universe didn't get da message," said Meowth. "I didn't know dere was any kinda shortage o' wild Pokémon around here."

    "It'd have been on the news, I'd have thought," said Keith. "And I'd know, too- believe me, I've been keeping up with the news lately. Seems every day they have a new report on another heroic act committed by that Captain Stomach, y'know?" He then sighed as he looked around the area. Meowth was the only Pokémon he could see in any direction. "Arceus damn it," he grumbled. "Reminds me of those photos Grandma Masters took when she went on vacation in Orre- a barren wasteland, practically the whole region, and with just about as many wild Pokémon as we're seeing right here. The only Pokémon in those photos were her Wobbuffet."

    "Her Wobbuffet?" repeated Meowth.

    "Heh, I never told you about Grandma Masters, did I, Meowth?" grinned Keith. "Back in Lavaridge, she's better known as the crazy Wobbuffet lady. She's got about a dozen Wobbuffet in her house, and the whole place reeks of Lax Incense 24/7. Fun Pokémon, though. Used to play with them every time I went to visit her. Sometimes she even finds Wynaut Eggs in her house, and she has a habit of giving them out to traveling Trainers that pass through the town. Heh, maybe that's why Helena had a Wobbuffet when she was alive," he added. "Maybe a love for Wobbuffet runs in the family."

    "Youse gots an interesting family, it sounds like," remarked Meowth.

    "Oh, for sure," Keith nodded. "I told you my dad's a firefighter, right? And considering how close Lavaridge is to a volcano, not to mention the tropical climate, he keeps fairly busy. And his Blastoise is one of the friendliest Pokémon ever- Chance reminds me so much of her, in fact..."

    They went on like this for a while, in an effort to pass the time before something would happen. Anything, really. And yet, as the hours passed, no wild Pokémon showed.

    "Alright, that's it," sighed Keith as he stood back up. "We're outta here, Meowth. Entire afternoon wasted."

    "I'm wit ya," nodded Meowth, who immediately climbed back onto his Trainer's shoulder. "We could'a done dis back at da Base, where dere's constant shade and cable TV."

    "Couldn't have said it better myself," agreed Keith.

    The walk back was shaping up to be just as uneventful as the initial walk. Actually, even moreso- the meditating man was nowhere to be found, nor the wild Pokémon that were accompanying him. All that remained to reassure Keith that he had not been some sort of mirage was the butt imprint in the mud. And then, at that moment, Keith spotted something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look- there was a Beautifly, possibly the same one from before, flying around in the distance, scattering some manner of pollen.

    "Hey, a Beautifly," said Keith, pointing it out to Meowth. "Finally, a wild Pokémon."

    "Yeah, but it's pretty far off," observed Meowth. "Why don't we check out dat Lacuna City?" he added hopefully. "Y'know, da one where dey worshipped cats?"

    "And let you get a swelled head? I'm not so sure," smirked Keith. "Why don't we check out Axal field?"

    "Cuz I don't feel like gettin' attacked by territorial Pokémon just cuz we wanna pick a berry or sometin'," Meowth said flatly.

    "OK, it seems to me we won't be getting anywhere at this rate," said Keith, electing to cut the argument short before it could escalate. "Look, it's getting dark, and I hear good things about that Chinchou light show, so since we can't agree on another destination, why don't we stick around and watch it as long as we're already here, hmm?"

    "I dunno," said Meowth. "I mean, we ain't had no luck seein' any wild Pokémon in dese parts in hours, wat makes youse tink dey'll be here at night?"

    "Fair point," conceded Keith. "Still, though, I think we should at least stick around to see if it happens. If not, we'll stay at the nearest Pokémon Center for the night, and then figure something out in the morning."

    "Ehh, sounds like a plan, I guess," Meowth replied. Satisfied with this, Keith sat back down and looked out at the water, hoping to actually see something this time.


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    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Lost City of Lacuna

    The Moon Temple: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    OkikuMew: Comments of buggy video games and film references flow through your mind as you traverse the tricky cavern; the burning torch magically lighting the eternal tunnels with ease, giving you time to give representation to the cave drawings. A rare find indeed. Arachnophobia proves no challenge, but the decision to press on through the massive door seems to satisfy your need for adventure, a choice Max seems to relish. A wag of his tail and bark confirms his interest, as you follow the ghosty figure before you, reaching to match your hand print as the moon shines brightly above.

    The door, as if reacting to the human touch, begins to creak and rumble, the heavy stone commencing to unlock the ancient locking mechanism. The technology, however old it may be, acknowledges your attempts, rewarding you as it begins to move. You attempt to peer in, but pure darkness greets you, until the stone unravels to completion, rolling over to your right. Stepping through, you're greeted by a large room, nought but a small altar sitting in the middle; an even smaller dark blue light hovering above it, convulsing with energy. Max, taking the lead, pushes you inwards as you shine the torch around, but no paintings seem present on the walls, as if this room is too sacred for mere mortals to touch. A tingly sensation triggers up your spine, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Max too feels the energy and begins a constant action of looking behind him, sensing something, but even he isn't sure what.

    Deciding to continue, you approach the altar with caution. The light seems to be coming from a small glass orb, but its energy extends far beyond outline. Looking closer, the orb's multicolour base goes from black trim to light blue middle, with a white oval centred in the middle. You find yourself being draw closer and closer, as an image sparks into life in the oval; a faint outline of a red cavern. Suddenly, a white plume billows from the top, like a flame from a lighter, causing you to jump. You try to move backwards, but struggle as you find yourself almost locked in place as the orb shakes with power. A dark black energy begins to pulse outwards, getting closer and closer until you find yourself engulfed in it.

    Poof

    ***

    In a millisecond, you find yourself somewhere completely different. Glancing around, you recognise the surroundings as the image you just saw, atop a large mountain, painted with a red sky. Movement echoes through the air, as if a large number of people are near. The orb, atop the same altar, sits in front of you but the room is gone; now replaced by open air, the peak of said mountain. The sound of metal attracts your attention from behind you as you whip round to see two men kneeling with their right arms across their chest … a salute perhaps? Their dressed in full armour, black with red spikes around their neck, and look like they're expecting you.

    “Commander. You're late”

    A creaky voice pierces through the dense fog as an old man steps into the light with a grimacing look, one light blue retina-less eye marred shut with a long scar descending from his forehead. He ushers you forward as the men stand, and in your confused state you begin to follow instinctively, leading you down the sharp incline of the mountain path and to a high-top tent situated fairly close by. Inside, three men and a woman gather round a table with their backs to you, murmuring away until the old man coughs, announcing your presence. They turn with steel faces, nodding solemnly in your direction but without the earlier salute you were given. One of the men is dressed in black robes, the other a full steel knight suit while the woman is dressed in chainmail with a crescent moon plate strapped to her chest.

    “The enemy has five ranks of Houndoom flanking to right through Outsousen cavern. A single rank of Skarmory is engaged with our entire catapult fleet and a large army of soldiers and Aggron threaten to break through our line any minute. What should we do commander?”

    They all turn to look at you, expecting an answer.

    What will you do?
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    Soon after Okiku placed her hand on the moonlighted hand print on the wall, a good piece of the wall started to crack and shake. A bit surprised, both Okiku and Max took a small step back. After a few moments, the piece, which seemed to be actually a door, started to move towards the right. Too curious to see what's on the other side straight away, she tried to peek through the little opened space, but it was way to dark in there to see a thing. When the door was fully opened, Okiku couldn't help trying to whistle a simple celebratory tune.

    Max just couldn't help to beat his trainer to the punch by dashing through the new passage right away. Following his steps, the young woman walked into what was a simple but large ceremonial room, with the presence of only an altar right dab in the middle, with some kind of blue light hovering over it. As the Poochyena continued to go deeper within the room, Okiku waved her torch towards the walls, only to discover that they were bare; not even a drop of paint were drawn on them.

    "Whoa, big contrast compared to the Smeargle-fest earlier," she commented to herself aloud. "It's like they were afraid of putting more than what was needed here..." She shivered for a moment, as if something strange was going on. "Brrr, or they were just creeped out about the place already." She looked back at her companion, and he seemed to be on edge too, constantly glancing behind his back. "Hmm, maybe it's just our ghost-man? He might've been here, even after disappearing and all."

    Searching for clues for where the specter went, the trainer carefully approached the only object of the room: the altar with the light. After a closer look, she discovered that the colors of the light's small shrine goes from black to blue to white, as it comes closer to center where the glow lay to rest... and said glow's source was actually a levitating, glass-like orb.

    "What is this thing?" she asked to nobody in particular. As she got nearer to it though, she noticed an unnatural image within the orb... it appeared to be a red cave. "...A crystal ball?"

    Before she was able to get a better view of the scene displayed within the coveted sphere, a white flame abruptly swelled out of it. Okiku and Max yelped in surprise and unison.

    "Gah! Fire, fire! Run awaaaay!" The young woman tried to do like a tree and get out of there, but the orb shook in power so much, it also shook the rook itself, destabilizing her steps and her sense of direction, and effectively making herself stuck into place.

    "Max? Max!" she yelled, concerned about her Pokémon.

    As she struggled to keep herself up and try to find her dog friend, a dark aura grew from the orb, slowly approaching Okiku.

    "This... can't be good..." she gulped and cringed her teeth tightly while closing her eyes, not wanting to see the black energy engulfing her...

    -------------------------------------------------------

    After a few seconds with her eyelids clammed shut, Okiku felt as if nothing happened... other than the air feeling more... fresh, and free. She opened her eyes, and not just the air, but the whole scenery around her has changed: she was no longer enclosed within 4 bare walls of a temple, but on the very top of a mountain, with a red sky opening up above her head, and some chatter from people heard from afar.

    "Wuh-wha?" Okiku stuttered in confusion. As she reoriented herself in the new environment, she realized that something else was amiss. "Max...? Max! Where are you Max!?"

    Getting really nervous and panicked by the second, worrying sick about her faithful pal, she frantically starting looking around the shrine. While she searched though, she heard clanging footsteps behind her. Her heart skipping a beat, thinking it may be related to Max's whereabouts, she quickly turned towards the sounds. To her exasperation, it wasn't her Poochyena... but to her confusion and concern, it was a couple of knight-like people, wearing some heavy-looking armor. Before she could do anything, they knelled down at her and placed their right arms across their chest, in a salutation of sorts.

    "Commander, you're late," a frail, shaky voice echoed.

    Turning herself around towards it Okiku spotted through the heavy fog an old man, who bear a scar across his face and eye which obviously was affected with whatever that scratched him, as it was completely clouded. Before she could slip a few words to him though, the elder signed her to follow, as the two armored men went back on their feet. Intimidated by the man's scorn and the knights themselves, and still confused on where she was and what was going on, she followed him quietly... While giving one last look at the altar and it's surroundings, hoping for a even a glimpse of Max.

    The veteran led her further down the mountain and into a fairly wide tent. Once inside, Okiku saw in the middle of it a round table, which was surrounded by what looks like three important figures, dressed either in robes or armor. When the old man coughed to catch their attention, they looked at then gave a stern nod towards Okiku, who's burying her head between her shoulders and holding her hands close to her stomach, shuffling.

    "The enemy has five ranks of Houndoom flanking to right through Outsousen cavern," they explained abruptly, to the trainer's startlement. "A single rank of Skarmory is engaged with our entire catapult fleet and a large army of soldiers and Aggron threaten to break through our line any minute. What should we do commander?"

    Okiku was puzzled. "Houndoom? Aggron...?" She thought... until her eyes suddenly widened. "The paintings! It's the same bloody thing as that war painting!" Her expression changed to a panicked state, as those high-ranked people looked at her in great expectation to help them as their "commander" for this war.

    "U-uhm excuse sirs and 'mam," she nervously smiled while taking a small step back and defensively raised her hands in front of her chest, waiving them slightly, "There's might be a little bit of a mistaken identity here!" she awkwardly chuckled on that pause, "I-I'm not the commander you're looking for! I-I'm just a travelling Pokémon trainer! I came from... somewhere far away, brought here by that orb on top of the mountain. Somehow. A-and I had Max..." the strain on her voice couldn't hide the tears she held back as she talked about her lost companion, "my Poochyena with me, a-and I can't find him anywhere!" She then realized how she could be in danger, in front of all these armored folks, in contrast to her measly geeky t-shirt. "Uh b-but don't worry, I'm not against you guys or anything like that! ...I have no idea how you guys think I'm your 'commander', especially since I have no idea who you guys are and I don't have much knowledge about battle strategy beyond Pokémon battles and... games," she held back the word "video", in case the word was unknown to them, "...but if you insist, I can still try to help and make a strategy and give advice to you. Just..." she cringed her teeth, "give me more information to work with as I have no idea what your army has as a whole and how the different places looks like. A-and do not harm me and... if possible, keep an eye for my Poochyena." She frowned in worry. "Ok...?"


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    The Lost City of Sobek

    Research Lab: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Electric Blue Eye: A heartfelt psychic conversation accompanies your walk through the lush town of Sobek, the harsh desert wastelands you had previously been giving way to green grass sprouting from all areas. Nobody quite knows how the grass formed, nor how it manages to stay as healthy as it does; providing the citizens of the lost city with extensive benefits, but you digress and carry on. Your reaction provoke further note taking for the crazy-haired scientist; his bald head gleaming as he nods up and down as he writes your words. The sides of his hair poke out, a dark yet dirty red, the wavy desperations of a man who refuses to admit he's going bald for sure.

    A Magnemite, possibly alarmed by your shouting, floats through one of the back doors, hovering around at head-height before a blue scanner protrudes from the mechanical orb. It blinks, then turns and hovers off. You notice a slight dent in one of the sides, but being a scientific lab partner some accidents and worse-for-wear appearances are almost a given.

    “Oh! Of course, my mistake” he exclaims, shaking your hand. It's clear he's taken no offence to your comments as he continues to merely use you as data, “the first job, the collection tasks. I have been working on a way to turn salt water into drinkable liquids! Then we can utilize the sea and provide clean drinking water to all the poor nations. I'll need a batteries, paint thinner, cold medication, fertilizer, anti-freeze and a drain cleaner!”

    He finishes with a sneeze, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he looks down at the list. You suspect he's either crazy, a genius, needing groceries or a little bit of all three.

    “I'm sure you could find all of the above at the market. I'll give you some money and you can keep the change … the less you spend the more money you make!” he says, continuing onto the next job as soon as he finishes the previous one, “and the testing job is a new interface to change the way trainers battle. Both Pokémon and trainer put on my new invention and you go into a virtual reality, battling simulations of champions from across the regions”

    So, what do you say. Two very different jobs. Interested?

    What will you do?
    Stats.

    After spending some moments inside the air conditioned space, Ethan felt a bit better and more relieved. Listening to the kooky scientists job opportunities, the trainer didn't really feel ready to face the harsh sun rays again but walking around the bit of land just outside the lab, he had noticed Sobek to be a little bit greener then most of the desert he had trekked along…maybe going back outside and taking on the retrieval job would be the best choice…it’s not like he didn't understand what people had to do to simply survive…though somehow even though he had lived on the streets, he felt complied to admit he might have had it better than most. He could at least scrap up some food from dumpsters outside of fancy restaurants. He smiled thinking about which shops threw out the best food at night, people were so wasteful…

    It also might have been fun to enter a virtual reality. As a kid, when he was still living with his parents he had watched a cartoon series of a group of children that had entered a digital realm, meeting mystical creatures and saving the world…of course this was way before he had ever been introduced to Pokémon…and as fun as it might be to challenge the champions of different regions…it’s not like it would've been real.

    "Reuniclus?" the psychic type floated next to the trainer inquiring on what his trainer was going to decide, ‘Which one will it be? Both sound exciting, well- not so much the retrieval job but exploring the town would be nice!’ Angelo said throwing in his two cents.

    I'm assuming you know which one I might be leaning on already, the boy said turning to face the scientist that was awaiting for his answer, I really wouldn't mind the pay, but honestly what I’d want more than anything is to make some kind of positive difference in the world. Nobody understands more than I do what it’s like to go without the basic necessities we all need as living things to live and thrive. With that in mind... "Dr. Saunders, I’ll gladly be your retrieval specialist. I’ll leave as soon as you tell me where I can get everything you have listed, oh- before I forget it might be wise if we exchange Pokegear contact information, just in case?" Ethan said as he dug inside his dusty backpack and pulled out his Pokegear. "You never know."


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    MarbleZone: A cold memory of a recent loss floods through your mind as you weigh up your multiple options for dealing with the tribal encounter, solidified by the strong Pokémon at your disposal. Classic intimidation wasn't to be the driving force as you spoke your grievances of dark alleys, instead your ego and the thought of being a “champion”.

    “We no have house on main street” the suited man states with a chuckle, expressing a gesture for you to walk beside him. The larger man follows in suit, silent and stoic as per usual, his huge frame now attracting looks from the local villagers who step out and zip across the street at his mere presence, ushering their children with prompt haste. “No worry about En-Ro, he bad rap for size, but not temper quickly. Me Uma'Hun”

    Your pace picks up as you pass the large rows of houses, some well-built others … not so much, situated in the city, classic tribal symbols gratified well across the classic bustling landscape. It reminds you of other large, modernised cities in how many houses are rammed together, like a less-dangerous favela, but the technology of building, mastery of architect and funding put in is far lesser than you're used to. The Lost City of Sobek is well-known for being the first of the Lost Cities to be uncovered but warring factions of tribes, greedy money-hungry “leaders” and outlying neighbours of tribal culture all flooded back into the city once it had been re-established and funding to similar regions were abandoned quickly to any non-governmental housing like the Research Base. In places like Talas, the rich got richer and the poor remained as they were, an untouched relic from past centuries finding peace with their lives, but without ever tasting the heights most Westerners live with, let alone ones dreams. Uma'Hun stops at an alley, extending his arm to signal the way. It is indeed down the dark alley you had feared, limited light and shadowed by the large buildings on either side. His extension, however, shortens his sleeves to reveal a small tribal tattoo of a Feraligatr head on his wrist. The head, centred, is enveloped by beam-like lines, similar to primitive pictures of the sun. You've seen this before, and thinking back you remember that most, if not all, of the males in this city wear the mark … on those who've been walking round in the hot sun shirtless at least. You would figure that a fight with one of these members would have you chased out of town at the very least, and stories of tribal justice suggests much worse would be done.

    The short ten minute walk through the alleys passes quickly, Uma'Hun telling you much unknown facts about the area and its history; mainly focused on the legend of Farity and her war with the evil Pharoah Caiman, but the information is refreshing at the very least. Certainly not the sort of stuff you're used to reading about in any tourist brochure.

    “We people servants of Farity. You chosen to complete task. We not know why she choses, she just does.” Uma'Hun says as he stops you outside a large flat, two-story building, pushing the door to reveal a single man sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed with eyes closed facing towards you. A Scyther to his right does the same. The man looks around the same age as you, his long black hair shaped into a man-bun at the back. His clothing, an old-school style of fabric weaving, is a dirty brown while his pants are long and blue with a similar make. He breathes steadily, in and out, in and out as you're escorted into the room and off to the side, where two cushions are presented for you to sit on. They're comfortable, despite the golden wooded floor below.

    “When I was your age...” the man starts, not opening his eyes nor looking in your direction, “I was famous!”

    His words strike you as odd as he looks to be no older than 25, 30 at a push, but his voice is deep and gravelly like an old man both worn out and tired.

    “I was the greatest samurai in the empire... and .. I was the pharaoh's decapitator. I cut off the heads off of 131 lords. I was granted the power of immortality by the Gods” He holds out his hands into the beam of light streaming through one of the windows, revealing an arm filled with cuts as Scyther's blades moves with the speed of light. It cuts him, deep, but no blood comes out.

    “It was a dark time for the empire. Caiman just stayed inside his castle, and he never came out. People said his brain was infected by devils. I would go home to my family and forget about the killings. I wasn't scared of the pharaoh but the pharaoh was scared of me” he pauses as an echoed silence fills the room. Tingles are sent down your spine with every sentence, your mind racing, “Maybe that was the problem. One night the pharaoah sent an army to my house. They were supposed to kill me …. but they didn't”

    He stops once more, his fists clenching as he opens his eyes and turns to you. His eyes, a soulless white, pierce through you like he can see into yours.

    “That was the night everything changed. I fought for the Goddess Farity and sent the Caiman to hell. But my crimes were not forgiven and I was sentanced to live a thousand lives to think about what I had done. Now she answers my prayers and sends one who can help me” he says, gesturing towards you, “I seek your help. I must travel to his temple. From there … I do not know.”

    The “mission” is still a mystery and the goals even more so, but the man's words have sincerity to them and his outwardly appearance seems to suggest the same. There does seem to be the option to say no, but it would be damming to the warrior. He awaits your response.

    What will you do?
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    En-Ro and Uma'Hun. That's a step up from Natives #1 and #2 that I had in mind, but why do they always go for complicated names?

    He could feel Mazo's stare burn a hole in the back of his head, but didn't turn to face him. The Lucario's frustrations were best left to fade by themselves. He didn't talk much on their way across Sobek, opting to keep his guard up and not give the two men anything they could use against him. His previous experiences with locals rarely turned out in his favor, so he grew understandably weary of tagging along with these men. They didn't seem to mean any harm, but the progressively emptier roads they were leading him through kept him on edge.

    The walk itself didn’t take long, and it was made to seem even shorter by Uma’Hun’s tales about a less known history of Sobek. One about Farity and Caiman, and the war they waged. The former had prevailed, no doubt with the assistance of the Pokemon depicted in the statue and marked on the arms of so many people they walked past. To be honest, the tribal tattoos made him uncomfortable, as if he’d walked right into the middle of a huge cult with no way out. And although they had been friendly thus far, how much could he really trust a whole city of natives sporting Feraligatr ink?

    This is ridiculous. All of it – their accent, their names, their stories and their devotion to a dead woman.

    But he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, especially when outnumbered. And he’d lived through his share of surprises, some of which rocked his deep-rooted convictions to the core… he’d give these men the benefit of doubt and see what they wanted of him. He might just end up pleasantly surprised, after all.

    “We people servants of Farity. You chosen to complete task. We not know why she choses, she just does.”

    Uma’Hun’s sentences were as poorly constructed as they were sensible. They placed blind faith in a statue to the point of not even questioning “her” instructions… What manner of living was this? He never could understand the concept of voluntary servitude, as was often the case with those who worshipped a higher power. But what awaited him inside the building the two natives stopped in front of was something he definitely wasn’t prepared to see.

    Levin hesitantly stepped inside to find a man roughly his age, deep in meditation and accompanied by a silent Scyther. He took the cushions in front of the duo as meant for visitors, and sat down in front of the two inhabitants, Mazo mirroring his actions. And just as he did, the man began to spout nonsense about having been a famous… samurai?

    This guy has completely lost it! A samurai who killed a Pharaoh? Someone needs to have a serious talk with this lunatic about timelines.

    But just as he prepared to dismiss them all as madmen and got back up to leave, the young man and his Scyther performed a feat he couldn’t possibly explain rationally: claiming to be “immortal” by virtue of Farity’s curse, he allowed the Bug-Type to slice his arm… only for it to heal instantly without a drop of blood spilled!

    What?!

    Mazo instantly leaped up from his own cushion, astonished by the display. Levin had never seen the Lucario this shocked, and for good reason. For all they knew, this man did seem to be… immortal?!
    The miracle forced Levin to freeze in place and listen to the rest of the “samurai’s” story with renewed interest. A thousand lives to atone for sins committed in his personal struggle against Caiman… what did he do that deserved such punishment? And what on earth did he have to do with any of this?!

    But… he does seem desperate. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but either this whole thing is actually true or he simply bought into his own madness completely. Either way… I can’t turn back. Not after what I just witnessed.

    Mazo looked at his master through the corner of his eye, sensing his innermost feelings – and while it was true that Levin was touched by the man’s apparent sincerity, there was something else that peaked his interest… the remote chance that such immortality could be within his own reach, granting him infinite opportunities to take down the Elite Four and become the Champion of Fizzy Bubbles. The Lucario shook his head, annoyed by Levin’s hopelessness, but he couldn’t fully condone his master’s hidden desires. Immortality was tempting to any man.

    - I… I’ll hear you out. I don’t know why you think I can help you when nobody in a thousand years could, but for what it’s worth… tell me what you expect me to do for you. No guarantees I’ll actually do it, mind you.


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    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Isle of Talas

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    Atlas City

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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Electric Blue Eye: Heart-warming moments between you and your newest Pokémon acquisition pass the time as the crazed old scientist continues his erratic behavioral patterns, ranting and raving along to himself taking endless notes on you and your Pokémon; something one might come to expect from a stereotypical mad genius scientist, but this one is extra mad, as if the sun had fried his brain sunny side up like a nice egg breakfast. Your stomach rumbles at the thought as your mind's eye casts a sensitive glance to what restaurants might be in the area, and what delicious dumpster food you could scrounge from their wasteful commercial habits. Agreeing upon the subject with your Psychic type first, you enter an agreement to become a “retrieval specialist”, much to the joy of the scientist before you.

    “Ah excellent excellent, a wise choice young man” he decrees, stepping forth to hand you a rudimentary map of the area, pointing to a dozen places on it, “I haven't been outside this lab in some years now so things might have changed, but I'm sure a smart young person like yourself could scurry up some results ship shap”

    It's true – the map you hold looks dated, but the significant landmarks do point to places of interest in Sobek's fine city. The Market offers some hope to gather all of the equipment needed, but the cost may be significant if you want to keep any of the change as a reward. Bartering for your supper might be a wise idea, and the Market lends its hand to such an activity, if your charisma is up to the task. The map also points to a local mom and pop chemist which you're sure will still be around, even if it's been converted into the swanky new PokéMarts that keep cropping up everywhere; an ideal place for most of the items on the list. Other than that, your imagination and creativity defines where you could go to search for the items for free – having passed the well-defined city landscape on your way through to the laboratory you're sure that all kinds of shops must be about to the point where anything you can think of, there probably is. Local-run stores are abundant in a former tribe-run city, and everyone wants a slice of the pie.

    The final order of business settled; the scientists number collected in your Pokégear and 100 Pokédollars in your pocket the first calling point is left up to you …

    What will you do?


    Farity's Pond: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    MarbleZone: Buoyed by the chance of being someone's champion you walk silently through the many passageways Talas' bustling city of Sobek has to offer, gazing into houses on the poorer side of the neighbourhood as you pass through Talas' best kept secret; its favela. Whilst Sobek had a reputation for being the most extensively researched, Western greed had forced many of the locals from their tribal ways and into a cross-fade of two societal norms; some opting to chase the “Kanto dream”, forcing their way into an already exhausted market. Others chose to turn a complete 180, hiding amongst the desert sands in defiance to the harsh restrictions placed upon them, preferring the old ways of hierarchical rule to ones “foreigners” considered morally correct. The men you're with, however, seem to be a mix between the two; a proud race enveloped with rich histories scanning back through millennia of warfare and hardiness, but adaptable enough to survive comfortable in their new white-dominated surroundings.

    You react to the introduction to the samurai in a very typical scepticism, shown on numerous occasions already in your short stay in Sobek. It was common for those who had not grown up in such an environment to take mystical matters lighter than those proven by hard science, one of the many problems the region had suffered with the influx of outsiders to their culture.
    Seeing is believing, however, as you witness the samurai’s incredible feat, one that caused your usually calm Lucario to jolt from his seat. Your ulterior motives for helping have you agree and offer your services, wishing for the same power this man possessed in order to take on the Elite Four and Champion to boot; causing another line of rift between you and the spiritual Pokémon to your right. The Samurai, too, notices you eagerness, offering a weak smile as he stands

    “The key to immortality is first living a life worth living. I sense a fire in you, but even the biggest bonfire ceases to burn when you bury even your great great-grand-children's children”

    His movement ushers him further into the light as you notice his body is racked with scars, nearly every inch of his tattoo-free body seems marked by a life lived long before his power to heal. Strong, lean muscle defines his body type as veins pop from every angle, his impressive stature indicating just how long he had to work on becoming as strong as you dream; not for glamour but for the art of war.

    You offer words of mixed encouragement, stating your intentions to “hear him out” causes him to lead you and Lucario back outside as the sun hits your back, reminding you of the scorching heat bellowing from the sun's mighty rays.

    “A maybe is better than a no I suppose”, he chuckles, walking side by side with you as the other two trail behind, “truthfully I do not know Farity's plans, nor would I ever claim to. Scepticisms of my own have been long rubbed away by seeing her power in person, but I feel in my soul we have two options. Caiman's Temple awaits, its halls are filled with all manor of foul beast and traps, while The Colosseum could offer something, it was his favourite pastime after all”

    He tuns to you with his white dead eyes, asking your opinion. For what reason, nobody knows, but his ability to listen sets him apart from the others you've encountered in the region. Whatever blind faith he's placing in you, and whatever pessimistic feelings you might have, your guidance will dictate where you start the second leg of your journey. What will it be?

    What will you do?


    The Lost City of Lacuna

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    OkikuMew: Your moments after the portal teleported you to whatever destination you're at were hazy at best but your plan of action, and ability to handle pressure in a stressful situation, continues to be exemplary. Following the lead of the armoured escort you quickly work out the situation before you lies a great resemblance to the paintings laden on the cave wall moments before you entered the final chamber. Deciding upon honesty being the best policy, you begin to stutter and stumble your way through a reasonable explanation, only to have all the members of the table look concerned amongst themselves. Your change in strategy comes from fear, but as you point to your geeky t-shirt you find yourself actually clad in a similar armour, brown straps of leather cross-fade over your chest while a small and surprising light metal plate adorns your shoulder. A leather spartan-esque dress covers your bottom half to combine with a set of sandals.

    “Do you mean Maximilian Aurialias?” the female officer questions with a high-pitched flick, pointing behind you at the Pochyena standing proud on a rock formation. He looks exactly like your Max, but his collar is more worn, his fur a little more scraggy and long and his face more defined. He too is armoured, but as you look into his eyes you can tell there is some part of your Max in this one, a sense you get, that within his soul is your Pokémon.

    “A sense of forgetfulness perhaps. Confusion. I'm sure our commander will soon be back to normal. I suppose the orb of seeing has knocked her for 6” the old man says, prodding your face as he examines you old-school, but a flicker of smugness seems to come from behind his words.

    It's a relatively new expression for such a time where people still rocked sandals and steel swords, but you are quickly brought back to staring at “Maximilian”. The wolf ***** its head for a brief moment, then begins to lie down, habitually keeping guard. You don't know if this Pokémon will listen to you, but you're sure it's not Max. Could it be that this is Max's distant relative? A direct bloodline of Poochyena. Whatever he is, you get the feeling that Max is either inside like you are to this body, but suppressed by this Pokémon's strong willpower, or not around at all.

    Your request for more information doesn't fall on deaf ears as the old man's explanation gives creedance for the soldiers to get back to work, as if they assume you've forgotten your troop's position as they wipe the map and begin to place small tiles, each with a wooden sculpture of a unit, back onto the map. It takes a moment, but they're soon set up as they usher you forward, away from the prying eyes of the knights whose clearance is not yet permitted for such secret negotiations.

    “This is our line, and that's theirs” one of the men says as he points to the map, “they're mainly composed of soldiers with your standard slow-moving tanks, Aggrons, Golems, Tyranitars and Blastoise, problem is it's a stalemate to who will move their line first, if either does a cavalry attack could flank and do serious damage or hurt the supply chain behind us”

    “We've got a squadron of Bisharp duking it out with some Scizor in the middle, but both sides are equal. At this rate they're so matched we're both going to lose a squad. Our pack of Charizard on the right have been forced to retreat by the oncoming Swampert and our legion of catapults, Rhyperior, on the left are being held down by the Skarmory like we said. They've got a group of Onix guarding the passageway, a pack of Houndoom who God knows where are going and 3 squads and 1 mini-army of unknown enemy back behind their line. We've got 3 small squads of Dragonite, Ursaring and Torterra behind ours, but we can't move them for fear of counter attack”

    “What do we do commander? I thought the orb was meant to let you see into the future.”

    What will you do?



    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Your agreed course of action, after a little friendly banter with the talking cat Pokémon residing on your shoulder, is to stay and watch the lake's world renowned light show, put on after dark for those who can stomach the wait by an army of Chinchou who seem to gather after hours for a regular bonding session, a rare but well-documented show of affection subject to local Chinchou only. As Lampas Lake settles into darkness, and after a spectacular sunset more than makes up for what you didn't see in the daytime, night begins to fall into a crescent peace. Meowth jumps at the chance to point out the first few lights, beating you to the punch at spotting the early arrivals at this nightly festival of luminescence. You stand from your previous perching spot as more and more gather, the small angler Pokémon all shining their antenna as they meet in various spots all over the lake, from the edge to the middle vast numbers continue creeping upwards until all you can see is beautiful light extruding from the water's depths, shining out so brightly under the night sky you could swear the light pollution blocks the stars rays. The awe of such a phenomenon, and the mystery to why it's only this region the species showcases this strange yet wonderful characteristic takes your mind into a slumberous thought train, derailing you from reality as you settle into the land of daydreams, the soothing sound of building water roaring in the backdrop.



    Meowth hits you round the face and you awaken in surprise.

    “Let's get outa here!” he shouts over the deafening sounds of whipping winds.

    You turn back to the lake to see the remaining schools of Chinchou begin to move towards the centre of the lake … where a massive Whirlpool is spinning! Just how long were you daydreaming?! Water coils and spits as you squint and see lights sparkling in the middle of the torrential disaster, a self-made explosion of crackling electric energy indicates the Chinchou are creating … it, whatever it is

    Caught like a deer in the headlights you find yourself unable to gets your legs to catch up to your brain, staring soulfully at the massive tower of water, now some stories high, as it begins to move right for you. The distance is great between the origin of the whirlpool, the middle of the lake, and the shore, but your brain finally tells your legs to start running and you attempt to make your escape

    You scramble up the wet embankments and fields of green as you try to move back towards safer ground, but wistful looks behind you tell you your little legs can't move as fast as the monstrous tornado of death as it begins to edge closer and closer, never tiring unlike you. The sound is so great, the sparking snapping of electricity is equally met by the sounds of water rushing round and round, making the unstoppable inevitability look grimmer and grimmer.

    A light in front of you gives you hope as a Rapidash's fiery mane comes over the crescent of the rocky hillside, sporting a man of mid age. He looks down on your with a face of fear and anger, his fully bearded face weathered from a lifetime of manly activities. A Tauros, stampeding alongside him, begins to make the descent as he calls out to you;

    “GET ON!”

    His words are almost lost in the noise, but amidst his frantic actions and over-pronunciations you get the gist. Do you take this stranger's advice?

    What will you do?
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    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Lost City of Axal

    Lampas Lake: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    Missingno. Master: Your agreed course of action, after a little friendly banter with the talking cat Pokémon residing on your shoulder, is to stay and watch the lake's world renowned light show, put on after dark for those who can stomach the wait by an army of Chinchou who seem to gather after hours for a regular bonding session, a rare but well-documented show of affection subject to local Chinchou only. As Lampas Lake settles into darkness, and after a spectacular sunset more than makes up for what you didn't see in the daytime, night begins to fall into a crescent peace. Meowth jumps at the chance to point out the first few lights, beating you to the punch at spotting the early arrivals at this nightly festival of luminescence. You stand from your previous perching spot as more and more gather, the small angler Pokémon all shining their antenna as they meet in various spots all over the lake, from the edge to the middle vast numbers continue creeping upwards until all you can see is beautiful light extruding from the water's depths, shining out so brightly under the night sky you could swear the light pollution blocks the stars rays. The awe of such a phenomenon, and the mystery to why it's only this region the species showcases this strange yet wonderful characteristic takes your mind into a slumberous thought train, derailing you from reality as you settle into the land of daydreams, the soothing sound of building water roaring in the backdrop.



    Meowth hits you round the face and you awaken in surprise.

    “Let's get outa here!” he shouts over the deafening sounds of whipping winds.

    You turn back to the lake to see the remaining schools of Chinchou begin to move towards the centre of the lake … where a massive Whirlpool is spinning! Just how long were you daydreaming?! Water coils and spits as you squint and see lights sparkling in the middle of the torrential disaster, a self-made explosion of crackling electric energy indicates the Chinchou are creating … it, whatever it is

    Caught like a deer in the headlights you find yourself unable to gets your legs to catch up to your brain, staring soulfully at the massive tower of water, now some stories high, as it begins to move right for you. The distance is great between the origin of the whirlpool, the middle of the lake, and the shore, but your brain finally tells your legs to start running and you attempt to make your escape

    You scramble up the wet embankments and fields of green as you try to move back towards safer ground, but wistful looks behind you tell you your little legs can't move as fast as the monstrous tornado of death as it begins to edge closer and closer, never tiring unlike you. The sound is so great, the sparking snapping of electricity is equally met by the sounds of water rushing round and round, making the unstoppable inevitability look grimmer and grimmer.

    A light in front of you gives you hope as a Rapidash's fiery mane comes over the crescent of the rocky hillside, sporting a man of mid age. He looks down on your with a face of fear and anger, his fully bearded face weathered from a lifetime of manly activities. A Tauros, stampeding alongside him, begins to make the descent as he calls out to you;

    “GET ON!”

    His words are almost lost in the noise, but amidst his frantic actions and over-pronunciations you get the gist. Do you take this stranger's advice?

    What will you do?
    Though practically nothing had actually happened thus far, Keith and Meowth agreed to wait until sundown, in hopes of watching the famous Chinchou light show. Tired though they were of waiting, Keith couldn't help but be in awe of the beautiful sunset that they soon experienced, and Meowth was right with him on that.

    "Wow," murmured Keith as he admired the beautiful sight before him. "Don't think I've ever seen a sunset this beautiful before."

    "Yeah, same here," Meowth nodded, equally mesmerized. "I tell ya right now, even if dis light show is a no-show, today weren't a waste after all."

    "Agreed completely," Keith nodded.

    And so they waited, watching the sunset until it was gone, the sky completely dark. And then, before Keith knew it, Meowth was pointing excitedly out towards the lake. "Dere!" he exclaimed. I tink it's startin'!"

    "Hey- yeah, it is!" Keith grinned. He stood up to get a better look, and indeed, a few lights were beginning to shine from the lake. Almost instinctively, Keith took out his Pokédex and pointed it out towards the lake.

    "Chinchou, an Angler Pokémon," droned the device. "It communicates on the dark ocean floor with others of its kind with flashes of light. It can also zap its enemies with electricity from its antennae."

    The Chinchou were few in number, but not for long. Their numbers grew by the second, and so did the light they gave off. Soon, Keith and Meowth were staring in awe at the brilliant lights shining up out of the lake, so bright they were starting to block out the stars. Keith was in awe of the sight, and before he knew it, he was starting to nod off into a daydream, mesmerized by the beautiful lights...

    *SLAP*

    "Ow- what the- Meowth, what the hell-" Keith spluttered, his mind dimly registering the fact that Meowth had just slapped him in the face, snapping him out of his daydream.

    "Let's get outta here!" Meowth was exclaiming, his voice hard to hear over the roaring winds- wait, roaring winds? Just how long was Keith out of it?

    "What do you mean, get out of here?" Keith replied, turning back towards the lake. "What could possibly be go- go- guh- wha, wha, what the FREAKING HELL?!" For as Keith spoke, he looked out on the lake, where he saw schools of Chinchou, all swimming towards the center of the lake- and more to the point, the giant swirling vortex of doom protruding from said lake! A gigantic whirlpool, swirling with water, flashing with light, and crackling with electricity- clearly a creation of the Chinchou, but what was compelling them to whip up this monstrosity?!

    Keith's brain was screaming for him to run, but his legs weren't getting the message quick enough. He stood there, frozen like a Stantler in the headlights, as he stared in horror at the monstrous whirlpool, Meowth tugging at his leg and screaming for him to run.

    "Tha... but... wha- run. Run! RUN!" Keith exclaimed, his legs getting the idea at last. He took off, scooping Meowth into his arms and hauling *** away from the whirlpool as fast as he could move. Which, as he quickly found out, wasn't nearly fast enough. As he looked back, he was horrified to discover that the whirlpool was still gaining on them. But it was looking grim- they weren't gonna escape in time, were they? This would be how they died- sucked up into a swirling, electrified whirlpool. Keith had to admit, of all the possible ways for him to die, he wouldn't have called this.

    But then, a light flared up before him- it was the fiery mane of a Rapidash, who was carrying a middle-aged man with a full beard. The man looked at Keith with an angry yet fearful expression. Keith wasn't sure what to make of this, but then he spotted a Tauros running alongside the Rapidash. Keith recognized the species well enough, having owned a Tauros of his own in the past.

    "GET ON!" roared the man, his words nearly drowned out by the deafening noise, but Keith was able to get the idea nonetheless. And while he normally wouldn't be so quick to take the advice of a complete stranger, he felt that the presence of a gigantic swirling vortex of death kinda threw the normal rules out the window. He made to climb onto the Tauros's back, while Meowth climbed back onto his usual spot on Keith's shoulder. Keith had ridden on Vernon, the Tauros he used to own, many times in the past, so riding this one wouldn't be that hard for him.


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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Electric Blue Eye: Heart-warming moments between you and your newest Pokémon acquisition pass the time as the crazed old scientist continues his erratic behavioral patterns, ranting and raving along to himself taking endless notes on you and your Pokémon; something one might come to expect from a stereotypical mad genius scientist, but this one is extra mad, as if the sun had fried his brain sunny side up like a nice egg breakfast. Your stomach rumbles at the thought as your mind's eye casts a sensitive glance to what restaurants might be in the area, and what delicious dumpster food you could scrounge from their wasteful commercial habits. Agreeing upon the subject with your Psychic type first, you enter an agreement to become a “retrieval specialist”, much to the joy of the scientist before you.

    “Ah excellent excellent, a wise choice young man” he decrees, stepping forth to hand you a rudimentary map of the area, pointing to a dozen places on it, “I haven't been outside this lab in some years now so things might have changed, but I'm sure a smart young person like yourself could scurry up some results ship shap”

    It's true – the map you hold looks dated, but the significant landmarks do point to places of interest in Sobek's fine city. The Market offers some hope to gather all of the equipment needed, but the cost may be significant if you want to keep any of the change as a reward. Bartering for your supper might be a wise idea, and the Market lends its hand to such an activity, if your charisma is up to the task. The map also points to a local mom and pop chemist which you're sure will still be around, even if it's been converted into the swanky new PokéMarts that keep cropping up everywhere; an ideal place for most of the items on the list. Other than that, your imagination and creativity defines where you could go to search for the items for free – having passed the well-defined city landscape on your way through to the laboratory you're sure that all kinds of shops must be about to the point where anything you can think of, there probably is. Local-run stores are abundant in a former tribe-run city, and everyone wants a slice of the pie.

    The final order of business settled; the scientists number collected in your Pokégear and 100 Pokédollars in your pocket the first calling point is left up to you …

    What will you do?
    Stats.

    With Dr.Saunders number added to his Pokegear and 100 Pokedollars burning a hole inside the trainer's pocket, the young man waved to the mad scientist before departing on his first honest job, "Alright Doc! I'll see you later!"

    Making his way out of the lab and back into the harsh sun light, Ethan blocked the sun out of his eyes with one hand before digging into his pocket with the other to grab a pair of shades that would help him combat the rays.

    'So where are we headed to first?' the sound of his Reuniclus's voice rang clear in the trainers ear as the door behind them slid closed.

    Breaking out the map Ethan looked at the areas recommended by the good doctor to go to, "The Pokemart looks to be the most promising place to go, it should have the bulk of what we need, and from my understanding the place used to be a 'mom and pop chemist shop'...argh but with the current currency changed from Coins to Pokedollars, things have become more expensive..."

    'Well if you want to keep some left over cash, you got to think outside the box.'

    "Yea but I better restrain myself from stealing, hmmm what about the Market? It's the ideal place for traveling trainers to barter and trade, and with my good looks and charisma who knows, we might not even need to pay for a thing!" This statement causing the Psychic type to roll his eyes, 'You sure you want to bet the money he gave you on that?' Angelo so jokingly said, but the trainer just ignored it.

    "Of course I could also unload some of that crap I got carrying with me as well. Yea, let's go there!" Ethan finally said, deciding on his first destination, he placed the map away into the back of his jean pocket before saying..."Now all we need is a ride..." realizing they might of been doing their fair share of traveling, Ethan reached for his belt and unclipping one of his Pokeballs, a Dragonball that shined brightly underneath the sun, before tossing it high in air, he called out, "Jaws! I need your assistance!"

    The sphere spun before shooting forth from the capsule, a white light revealing..."Garchomp!!" the proud blue dragon roared.

    "Jaws, you think you can give us a ride? We need to do some grocery shopping." The trainer smiled as he asked his dragon for a favor, who growled and nodded agreeing to help.

    Getting on, the trainer waved to his Reuniclus to hang on as well. When both trainer and Pokemon were holding on tightly to the desert shark's fin, Ethan kicked the side of his dragon to signal it was time to go. Kicking up some sand, they were soon off!

    "To the Market place!! And step on it!!"

    "Gar!!"


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    MarbleZone: Buoyed by the chance of being someone's champion you walk silently through the many passageways Talas' bustling city of Sobek has to offer, gazing into houses on the poorer side of the neighbourhood as you pass through Talas' best kept secret; its favela. Whilst Sobek had a reputation for being the most extensively researched, Western greed had forced many of the locals from their tribal ways and into a cross-fade of two societal norms; some opting to chase the “Kanto dream”, forcing their way into an already exhausted market. Others chose to turn a complete 180, hiding amongst the desert sands in defiance to the harsh restrictions placed upon them, preferring the old ways of hierarchical rule to ones “foreigners” considered morally correct. The men you're with, however, seem to be a mix between the two; a proud race enveloped with rich histories scanning back through millennia of warfare and hardiness, but adaptable enough to survive comfortable in their new white-dominated surroundings.

    You react to the introduction to the samurai in a very typical scepticism, shown on numerous occasions already in your short stay in Sobek. It was common for those who had not grown up in such an environment to take mystical matters lighter than those proven by hard science, one of the many problems the region had suffered with the influx of outsiders to their culture.
    Seeing is believing, however, as you witness the samurai’s incredible feat, one that caused your usually calm Lucario to jolt from his seat. Your ulterior motives for helping have you agree and offer your services, wishing for the same power this man possessed in order to take on the Elite Four and Champion to boot; causing another line of rift between you and the spiritual Pokémon to your right. The Samurai, too, notices you eagerness, offering a weak smile as he stands

    “The key to immortality is first living a life worth living. I sense a fire in you, but even the biggest bonfire ceases to burn when you bury even your great great-grand-children's children”

    His movement ushers him further into the light as you notice his body is racked with scars, nearly every inch of his tattoo-free body seems marked by a life lived long before his power to heal. Strong, lean muscle defines his body type as veins pop from every angle, his impressive stature indicating just how long he had to work on becoming as strong as you dream; not for glamour but for the art of war.

    You offer words of mixed encouragement, stating your intentions to “hear him out” causes him to lead you and Lucario back outside as the sun hits your back, reminding you of the scorching heat bellowing from the sun's mighty rays.

    “A maybe is better than a no I suppose”, he chuckles, walking side by side with you as the other two trail behind, “truthfully I do not know Farity's plans, nor would I ever claim to. Scepticisms of my own have been long rubbed away by seeing her power in person, but I feel in my soul we have two options. Caiman's Temple awaits, its halls are filled with all manor of foul beast and traps, while The Colosseum could offer something, it was his favourite pastime after all”

    He tuns to you with his white dead eyes, asking your opinion. For what reason, nobody knows, but his ability to listen sets him apart from the others you've encountered in the region. Whatever blind faith he's placing in you, and whatever pessimistic feelings you might have, your guidance will dictate where you start the second leg of your journey. What will it be?

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    "A life worth living..."

    He'd never given it too much thought; his whole life since setting out on this journey had been about getting to that next goal. First proving his parents wrong, then surpassing Ivan, then beating Kayl, then Vesper, and now the Elite Four - all for the ultimate goal of being recognized worldwide as the absolute best. He needed it, craved that recognition more than anything, and that overpowering ambition had led him to commit several damnable actions in the past. He was far from a good man, despite his recent attempts at redemption; he'd never be as selfless as that elder he once met in Kanjohto, who spontaneously restored that Power Plant looking for nothing in return. But there was a flipside to this nature of his - through his countless mistakes along the way, he was gradually coming around to being a better person, having realized the absolute importance of meaningful bonds. And in that regard, he felt completely fulfilled. He'd met and befriended all manner of Pokemon, some of whom agreed to follow him on his path and did so to this day.

    Yes... that makes it a life worth living. No matter how many goals I fail along the way. No matter if I never make it to the one that means the most... I still built a family from the ground up, surrounded myself with true friends for the first time in my life. They care about me like these people care for Farity, so I'm already blessed.

    Mazo said nothing but placed a hand on his arm and nodded in reassurance. He'd be with him no matter the choices he made along the way, and right now, he was presented with yet another one.

    - I still reserve the right of backing out of this crazy deal you're putting me through at any point. I'm sorry but I don't deal well with gods, immortality or any other kind of supernatural phenomena... I'm willing to help you as far as I find reasonable. I understand you've waited a long time for this Farity woman to bring you the "right person", and I'm flattered you think of me as such, but... I can't make any promises.

    He was being as honest as he could, feeling that this strange man deserved nothing less than the true Levin Sanders after all the time he apparently waited to meet him. This whole ordeal troubled him, and it was the man's right to know what he should expect of him - he'd try his best to help, but if the safety of his friends was compromised beyond his level of skill to protect them, that was it.

    - I see little point in going to your enemy's playground when I could be striking the heart of his empire. I think your problem might be settled faster if I raid Caiman's Temple from the start, even if the prospect of battling in a Colosseum appeals much more to my... lingering quests. Tell me what needs to be done.


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    The Lost Cities of Talas


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    The Lost City of Sobek

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    Electric Blue Eye: Talas' brutally renowned weather once more beats down on you the moment you step into its firey sun, the skin on your shoulders and neck feeling its burning sensation as you release another Pokémon into the fray – a Garchomp, the land-shark Pokémon. Popularity of such a Pokémon is divided in the community through its fame, brought about under the ownership of Sinnoh's Champion Cynthia. Yours is surely not nearly as powerful as hers, however, but it allows you speedier access through the deserts sands of Talas', burrowing beneath the soft dunes below, peeking only its back from the surface, allowing you to ride surf-style as it zooms through Sobek's usually impenetrable travels. Speed slows down, however, as you begin to reach the other layers of the marketplace; where the terra firma gives way to more solid undergrowth of rock, stone and grass. Hopping off Jaws' back the three of you quickly make your way to the outskirts of the marketplace, the heart and soul of the Sobek city-state, the trip itself being largely uneventful and unremarkable.

    As you approach the marketplace, you see the remnants of the high-rises from one of the great cities of the Caiman empire, the dictator who ruled ancient Talas so many years ago but not before, as legend has it, being stopped by Farity and her army of righteous. You know, through extensive research of Talas' rich history or through a quick examination of the guidebook before your journey began (up to you!), that this area is perhaps the largest area in all of Talas – it's sprawling community is made up of a vast number of different races and is one of the more diverse cosmopolitan cities in the entire of Fizzy Bubbles since its discovery by western societies and its largely more extensive examination than any of the five cities of Talas. People wander the street freely here, many setting up and owning a multitude of shops of all different specialties, so many in fact that if you can think it, it will exist.

    With two Pokémon flanking you at either side you make your way through the market's imposing gateway, large stone walls surround the market with two wooden doors that have been left wide open for a millennia, inviting you inside. The sun's ray's gleans off the broken windows of the now largely abandoned stone buildings and towers, dwarfing you in sheer size as the impressive construction spreads as far as your eyes can see. Caiman's empire may have fallen some time ago, but the market stands on the remnants of his greed and decadence, built on top of the ruins as a stamp for mankind's impeccable will to adapt. Sobek's discovery by scientists has brought little change, however, as their technologies are shunned save for a few leading to the area being made of stone, wood and other ancient building techniques. Venturing further into the central marketplace, you notice its citizens giving you a wide berth, keeping closely to their respective groups and if you listen closely enough you can hear their mumbling and grumblings;

    “Ugh, another tourist”, “Probably get swallowed up by the borough's”, “Better watch his back”

    As you continue down, deeper into the city through the maze of stone tunnels made by the buildings themselves you find yourself in the common marketplace. A little scouting ahead reveals five interesting shops of note.

    The first is “Varius' emporium”, a small shop nestled into the stone between two larger buildings. Its store front is wide open, with no barriers nor windows on either side, instead the owner opting for a garage-esque approach to safety with a vertical pulley system for closing shop. Inside, a single man fettle's with mechanichal goods of all shapes and sizes, his bleach blonde hair shaggy and messed with oil and grease. A large pair of glasses sit atop the bridge of his nose, thick and round as he runs around the shop with hyperactive energy, retrieving spanners and hammers from well-organized racks before returning to the center to work on what looks to be a mechanical piece of equipment that you couldn't even come close to guessing its purpose. He seems oblivious to you, focusing more on his work, but enter his shop and mysterious objects of wonder are surely found hidden amongst the mountains of scrap metal.

    The second shop, “Blackwood Arms” is a much larger shop than the second, situated a little further down the path but on the same side of the street. A short man with bulging muscles and impressive beard stands frowning behind the counter, his eyes darting from side to side in an inspection manor as a few patrons browse his wares. This shop is far more active than the last, and business seems to do well here, as if it was a market-version of the stereotypical PokéMart, with a specialty leaning towards objects of battle-heavy consideration. One man brushes past you as he leaves the shop, carrying an object you recognize as an Expert Belt. Peeking through the window you see a wall full of items, including a row of Assault Vests hanging from the wall. You interest, however, sparks the owner's gaze as he flits his eyes at you and stares you down, noticeably expecting a varying degree of trouble throughout the day of people who can't pay. Your luck would surely be tested should you try to steal from this man, as his alertness is on par with any you've ever seen before.

    Further down the street still you come across another shop, “The Old Star Pharmacy”. It is of medium size and its owner is a tall, lanky-looking female with her arms folded behind her back. She smiles warmly at you as you pass, and her store is filled with all sorts of remedies, from ones you know and trust to ancient, if not questionable, treatments.

    The fourth and fifth are right next to each other, “The Fuchsia Pawn Shop” and the aptly named “What Ales You”, the first being a stereotypical pawn store while the latter being a very obvious tavern. As one would expect, The Fuchsia Pawn Shop carries a varying degree of everything while the tavern serves alcohol. As noted by your previous research, such stores in the central market go by the higher end of the prevailing market rate. Shops at the back end of the market are usually a lot cheaper in price, but as the streets go further, so does the poverty line, and danger increases with every footstep you take. You can go down there, but every guidebook advises against it for anyone not of advanced level.

    What will you do?


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    MarbleZone: With your terms laid out and plan agreed on (not that there was much arguing, you are “the champion” after all), your journey to Caiman's Temple begins immediately as your group begins to lead you through the city. Much of Sobek is designed around the worship of the Gods, having been part of a rich history of violence and struggle; in fact the area which you currently reside in is built on the ruins of Caiman's empire – an empirical force that historically ruled much of Talas in a time long past, a fact that you know is actually true. Caiman's empire was brutal and merciless, dominating the landscape of Talas for many years using a combination of fearless warriors well trained and skilled in the art of battle and incredible inventions of war not seen on such scale anywhere in the world. Its subjects were subjugated and sent to work immediately for the cause of the Empire, with taken cities and other smaller bands of control either assimilated into the fleet or destroyed depending on level of strength. No historian is quite sure of how such an Empire fell, some say greed and power lead to its demise, some that its power weaned in Caiman's later years causing much infighting, civilian riots and political despite, others that a miracle happened and that Farity did indeed descend from the heavens. All you know is that not one person of science, religious or historical pursuit knows for sure, and its demise is as much fiction as it is one decent shred of proof or fact.

    Your journey through the city and out to Caiman's Temple takes about 5 days in total, heavy marches through Talas' rich landscape has you move from the city and out onto its complex road system, though much is through unbearable heat, dirt and sometimes sand paths. In terms of action, the journey is completely uneventful, you discover that the walk is tolerable (although difficult), but you are accosted by nobody. Nights are spent at tribal houses in various sections of the country – each individual “safehouse” all being of tribal and Farity worshiper backgrounds, much like the building you originally met The Samurai in. Your presence immediately calls some hostility despite your company of high-ranking members, but their attitude always softens once they see the Samurai, and softens greater once their told of your “choosing” by the Mother Goddess herself. Many nights end with many meals and many drinks as they celebrate their lives, yours and the Samurai's. Even under your skeptisism you can't help but feel that by the end of the night, each one of them was actually kinda … fun. You ask many questions, receive many answers and talk about all manor of topics, ranging from faith to science, each individual answer as varied as that last, some deflect into crazy, others make a little bit of sense. They too ask your questions, and your responses seem as alien to them as theirs did to you as you engage in a back-and-forth with the house owners, the Samurai and the other two of your honor guard. Not once is a voice raised in anger or violence, instead you find the conversations to be flowing and fascinating, as if the smartest people in the world had all decided to open a round-table discussion, each person as level-headed and understanding as the other. There are no accusations, no sarcasm or insults, each questionable fact is acknowledged as so and each opinion is stated as one.

    One particular conversation really struck a cord, with you, on the topic of their belief in Farity, came from a woman in her 70's. The drinks were flowing that night, and your question of faith brought a smile to her, and a sparkle in her eyes

    “My faith in Farity is as transparent as I can make it. I know that science can prove evidence of the creation of the worlds and that evolution clearly outdates the silly scribblings of a book thousands of years old, twice translated, altered by forces of power for greedy reasons and I don't refute it. I believe these thing, but I also believe in a higher power. Look at how insignificant we are – we could die tomorrow and the world would still turn; far far less than 1% would even be slightly affected but similarly look how significant we all are. We live in a world filled with creatures far smarter than us; with psychic types whose intellect quadruples the power of our smartest man, who can conjured the elements and use them for attacks, whose legends are said to have created time and space and have threatened our existence many times over with incredible power. We live alongside these beasts and yet we live. We befriend creatures capable of destroying us, we created technology that “captures” an Alakazam, forcing them to do our commands, we stop creatures from raising the sea level, we build cities and progress further than any of our nearest competitor. I cannot help but feel that if there is a world with this mad collide between complete insignificance and utter significancy then there is as much possibility of a higher being as there isn't. I don't think it's a giant man with a great white beard floating around above the sky, but I can't shake this personal feeling that there is something.”

    She presents her argument to you with a certain carefulness, but her rant makes you consider just how much belief can differ from person to person. On your last stay, as you continue onwards, the goodbyes and thank yous from and to the house owners has a significantly somber feel to it, much more so than any previous. The owners were as nice as all the others, as free with their alcohol and as thoughtful as well and yet their goodbyes feel sadder, as if they know some little secret you're not yet in on. Your travels have taken you through the desert/grass countryside and out into the complete wilderness, staring up at a giant mountain range with a extraordinarily large castle visible from the bottom and many miles back. It dominates the landscape with its sheer size, even despite its obvious crumbling and disrepair. With no safehouses anywhere near this district, the sixth night has you camping beneath the stars. It doesn't take long to set up, and before long a roaring campfire has been completed, giving a warm glow to the slightly chilly nights. You eat, talk and then head to bed, prepping for the assault on Caiman's Castle early in the morning, but as you drift to sleep, a large grumbling and a shake of the earth wakes you. Your eyes snap open immediately, your body and mind clearly heightened in this state of preparedness, to find Lucario already in a fight stance. You follow his gaze over the the base of the mountain, where out of a small hole a large portion o liquid magma slowly oozes out next to the campsite. The others, who similarly all woke up at the same time, continue to back up as the magma slowly envelops your campsite, destroying a large portion of your equipment and supplies. You sigh as you check your shoulders, only to four bag, tied neatly around your shoulder – the autopilot of picking it up upon awakening saving months of hard work says in your possession.

    “Maaaaag”

    You hear a guttural wail as the magma begins to pool and shift like the sea on a beach with a speed so far unrecognized as the far edged waves of charred black and intense red magma begins to withdraw back to the middle, creating a Magmar and two Slugma who snap into life and take up battle positions.

    What will you do?


    The Lost City of Lacuna

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    The Lost City of Axal

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    Missingno. Master: Crashing of waves and crackles of thunder begin to sneak up on you as a tide of impending doom begins to creep ever closer, gaining with every meek footstep you and Meowth take in an attempt to run from the shadowy claws of death. Your last moments have you questioning how you thought you were going to die, apparently not expecting the unlikely scenario you find yourself in, the hopeful dream of falling into the nether peacefully one fateful day after a long life well lived the usual suspect for many of Fizzy Bubbles residents; all filled with stories of mishaps and close shaves. Perhaps you were to be the unlucky one who didn't get away, whose story will be told on local news channels as the world mourns another budding, promising trainer whom had been stricken by the supernatural.

    Familiar hooves, however, offer you rescue as you figure out your savior’s words of wisdom with some difficulty over the roaring sounds from just behind you, using your previous knowledge of the species to hoist Meowth onto the Tauros' neckline in a deft show to strength and dexterity before clambering onto the back of a Pokémon you had once owned. Its body-shape is well known to you, but this particular Pokémon is of a far advanced age and level, its muscles more compact and apparent to the one you had owned, and its speed is unmatched by anything you have ever ridden in your life. Powerful hooves smash the ground with shakable force as it attempts to sprint past through the circumstances to safety. A low rumble erupts from the whirlpool as the signs of escape as thrashing bolts of electric energy surge from the center, missing by mere inches as the bull Pokémon strafes left and right, slowing down slightly and allowing the Chinchou storm to regain some of its lofty disadvantage.

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    In the scramble for your life, two lightning bolts manage to find their mark, both zapping against your right shoulder in a burst of pain. Managing to hold on to the strap-less Tauros with just your left, the bull Pokémon leads you both away from the whirlpool's gaze, clambering back up the hill to where you first started your journey in Axal, but not before taking a lightning bolt to the thigh itself. Its expectant owner awaits the three of you with a stern look on his face, his arms folded giving you the stink eye as you slide from the Pokémon's back and onto green grass. Oh how you never thought you would be so glad to be alive. Relief pours from you as your muscles begin to relax from their previously intense state, and your begin to feel your heart racing as adrenaline wears off. That was a close call indeed!

    “What the hell are you doing out here?!” the man yells as he rushes over to his Pokémon to tend to its wounds, glaring at you whilst doing so, “Didn't you listen to the damn radio – no persons of any kind should travel down to the lake!”

    You begin to attempt an explaination, stuttering your words as you begin the descent of emotions following the battery of nearly losing your life but the man cuts you off instead, reaching from his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. Lighting it with a red-and-white Pokéball coloured lighter he launches into a tirade about safety, nearly being killed, counting yourself lucky and many other cliches one would only assume to hear after a lifetime of watching movies and TV shows. Returning to his Radipdash he pulls an old antique radio from the large holdall-esque rucksack tuning the dial on the front to the correct channel which squeaks with life as it picks up signals, only to pause to a fuzzy spattering of incomprehensible waves.

    “Dammit, what happened?” the man questions, turning the knob back and forth from previous radio stations to his intended channel, only to hear the same outcome, “radio tower must be out. Gunna be a long night”

    Returning his Tauros to its Pokéball, he barely acknowledges your presence as he hops back on the fire-horse, mumbling to himself about radio tower engineering, if you want a job done right do it yourself and the witlessness of today's generation. Perhaps you could offer lend a hand, or perhaps you want to leave and go anywhere else

    What will you do?
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    The Lost Cities of Talas


    The Lost City of Lacuna

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    The Lost City of Axal

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    Missingno. Master: Crashing of waves and crackles of thunder begin to sneak up on you as a tide of impending doom begins to creep ever closer, gaining with every meek footstep you and Meowth take in an attempt to run from the shadowy claws of death. Your last moments have you questioning how you thought you were going to die, apparently not expecting the unlikely scenario you find yourself in, the hopeful dream of falling into the nether peacefully one fateful day after a long life well lived the usual suspect for many of Fizzy Bubbles residents; all filled with stories of mishaps and close shaves. Perhaps you were to be the unlucky one who didn't get away, whose story will be told on local news channels as the world mourns another budding, promising trainer whom had been stricken by the supernatural.

    Familiar hooves, however, offer you rescue as you figure out your savior’s words of wisdom with some difficulty over the roaring sounds from just behind you, using your previous knowledge of the species to hoist Meowth onto the Tauros' neckline in a deft show to strength and dexterity before clambering onto the back of a Pokémon you had once owned. Its body-shape is well known to you, but this particular Pokémon is of a far advanced age and level, its muscles more compact and apparent to the one you had owned, and its speed is unmatched by anything you have ever ridden in your life. Powerful hooves smash the ground with shakable force as it attempts to sprint past through the circumstances to safety. A low rumble erupts from the whirlpool as the signs of escape as thrashing bolts of electric energy surge from the center, missing by mere inches as the bull Pokémon strafes left and right, slowing down slightly and allowing the Chinchou storm to regain some of its lofty disadvantage.

        Spoiler:- RPG stuff:


    In the scramble for your life, two lightning bolts manage to find their mark, both zapping against your right shoulder in a burst of pain. Managing to hold on to the strap-less Tauros with just your left, the bull Pokémon leads you both away from the whirlpool's gaze, clambering back up the hill to where you first started your journey in Axal, but not before taking a lightning bolt to the thigh itself. Its expectant owner awaits the three of you with a stern look on his face, his arms folded giving you the stink eye as you slide from the Pokémon's back and onto green grass. Oh how you never thought you would be so glad to be alive. Relief pours from you as your muscles begin to relax from their previously intense state, and your begin to feel your heart racing as adrenaline wears off. That was a close call indeed!

    “What the hell are you doing out here?!” the man yells as he rushes over to his Pokémon to tend to its wounds, glaring at you whilst doing so, “Didn't you listen to the damn radio – no persons of any kind should travel down to the lake!”

    You begin to attempt an explaination, stuttering your words as you begin the descent of emotions following the battery of nearly losing your life but the man cuts you off instead, reaching from his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. Lighting it with a red-and-white Pokéball coloured lighter he launches into a tirade about safety, nearly being killed, counting yourself lucky and many other cliches one would only assume to hear after a lifetime of watching movies and TV shows. Returning to his Radipdash he pulls an old antique radio from the large holdall-esque rucksack tuning the dial on the front to the correct channel which squeaks with life as it picks up signals, only to pause to a fuzzy spattering of incomprehensible waves.

    “Dammit, what happened?” the man questions, turning the knob back and forth from previous radio stations to his intended channel, only to hear the same outcome, “radio tower must be out. Gunna be a long night”

    Returning his Tauros to its Pokéball, he barely acknowledges your presence as he hops back on the fire-horse, mumbling to himself about radio tower engineering, if you want a job done right do it yourself and the witlessness of today's generation. Perhaps you could offer lend a hand, or perhaps you want to leave and go anywhere else

    What will you do?
    Riding on the back of a Tauros takes skill. It's not too difficult to pick up on, but it's pretty much a given that hastily scrambling onto the back of a Tauros in a desperate bid to outrun a swirling vortex of water and lightning isn't exactly the ideal set of circumstances for one's first time. Unfortunately, that exact set of circumstances was what Keith Masters faced here and now. Fortunately, this was not his first time. He had raised his own Tauros for a period of time since its birth, and even then, his prior experience riding on his Scolipede's back helped him get the knack of riding on Vernon's back fairly quickly. Of course, Vernon was no longer with Keith- the aforementioned Scolipede was the Poison-type Trainer's clear favorite as a mode of transportation, so in order to prevent Vernon from forever being overshadowed, he traded the Tauros to a good friend of his who, as far as Keith knew, lacked any other means of land transportation. However, it was clear that Keith's experiences with the Tauros were not wasted. Indeed, his Tauros-riding expertise was coming in handy at this very moment as the Wild Bull Pokémon sped across the land, and more to the point, away from the massive maelstrom.

    The Tauros, Keith could immediately tell, was higher in level than Vernon had ever been. Its muscles were more noticeable, it looked older and stronger, and the speed at which it ran, Keith doubted whether even Salazar had achieved speeds of this sort, and his Scolipede was no weakling! Both he and Meowth hung on for dear life to the quadruped that was carrying them to safety. Though the Tauros was fast and adept at evading the bolts of lightning the whirlpool was now shooting off, two of them still managed to strike Keith in the right shoulder. Keith bellowed out a selection of swearwords in Shuppet language that went unheard for the deafening roar of the whirlpool. He was still able to hang onto the Tauros with just his left hand as the Normal-type took a lightning bolt itself. Nevertheless, it managed to get them back up the hill to where they first started out in Axal. Once they were sure they were safe, Keith and Meowth slid off of Tauros's back and onto the grass. Neither of them spoke, exchanging silent looks before Keith pulled the Scratch Cat Pokémon into an embrace. No words were needed- they were both just happy to be friggin' alive right now. Of course, this was hardly the first time Keith had stared into the face of death and lived to tell the tale, but it was by far the weirdest. Almost drowning, fleeing a secret laboratory that was about to self-destruct, nearly falling into a boiling lake of lava, coming way too close for comfort to the business end of several shurikens thrown by murderous ninjas... a gigantic electrified whirlpool kinda trumped all of that in terms of sheer unlikeliness, didn't it?

    But before Keith could further ponder the sheer randomness and strangeness of a gigantic electrified whirlpool, his train of thought was derailed abruptly by the man shouting at him, demanding to know what he was doing out in these parts, and citing some sort of radio broadcast that warned people to not go to the lake. Keith opened his mouth to respond to this, but the man cut him off as he lit a cigarette and started to smoke it. Keith rolled his eyes in irritation, not only at the man's attitude, but also at the fact that he was smoking- accustomed though he was to the various stenches that Poison-types were known for, cigarette smoke was a whole other swarm of Yanma altogether.

    Meanwhile, the man was grumbling about stuff like safety, how Keith was nearly killed, how he should consider himself lucky, blah, blah, blah, like Keith really needed to hear any of that right now. He was nearly killed? He should consider himself lucky to be alive? Well, duh! If a towering whirlpool that's spitting electricity in every direction doesn't drive that point home, nothing will, least of all this tirade of tired cliches. Rather than listen to a tirade he was already reasonably sure he could recite word for word before it actually being said to him, Keith opted to take out his Pokédex and scan the fiery equine by the man's side.

    "Rapidash, a Fire Horse Pokémon. An evolved form of the Ponyta," droned the device. "Rapidash gives chase to anything that moves in hopes of racing it. It gallops at a top speed of 150 miles per hour."

    Now the man was trying to get a radio station on an antique radio, and judging by the staticky noises Keith was hearing, he wasn't succeeding at it. Grumbling about how the radio tower must be out, he withdrew his Tauros and climbed back on his Rapidash.

    "Now wait a second," Keith finally spoke up. "Just what the hell is going on here? I heard nothing about having to stay away from the lake, and what was that... that thing the Chinchou were making anyway? Look, if there's any way I can help out with this... whatever this is... just let me know, I'm willing to help any way I can." He sounded a bit more patient than he ordinarily would be to people who gave him attitude- he figured this guy deserved a bit of a break, what with the minor detail of saving his life and all.


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    [center][size=6]Farity's Pond: – Please reply in Dark Orange

    MarbleZone: With your terms laid out and plan agreed on (not that there was much arguing, you are “the champion” after all), your journey to Caiman's Temple begins immediately as your group begins to lead you through the city. Much of Sobek is designed around the worship of the Gods, having been part of a rich history of violence and struggle; in fact the area which you currently reside in is built on the ruins of Caiman's empire – an empirical force that historically ruled much of Talas in a time long past, a fact that you know is actually true. Caiman's empire was brutal and merciless, dominating the landscape of Talas for many years using a combination of fearless warriors well trained and skilled in the art of battle and incredible inventions of war not seen on such scale anywhere in the world. Its subjects were subjugated and sent to work immediately for the cause of the Empire, with taken cities and other smaller bands of control either assimilated into the fleet or destroyed depending on level of strength. No historian is quite sure of how such an Empire fell, some say greed and power lead to its demise, some that its power weaned in Caiman's later years causing much infighting, civilian riots and political despite, others that a miracle happened and that Farity did indeed descend from the heavens. All you know is that not one person of science, religious or historical pursuit knows for sure, and its demise is as much fiction as it is one decent shred of proof or fact.

    Your journey through the city and out to Caiman's Temple takes about 5 days in total, heavy marches through Talas' rich landscape has you move from the city and out onto its complex road system, though much is through unbearable heat, dirt and sometimes sand paths. In terms of action, the journey is completely uneventful, you discover that the walk is tolerable (although difficult), but you are accosted by nobody. Nights are spent at tribal houses in various sections of the country – each individual “safehouse” all being of tribal and Farity worshiper backgrounds, much like the building you originally met The Samurai in. Your presence immediately calls some hostility despite your company of high-ranking members, but their attitude always softens once they see the Samurai, and softens greater once their told of your “choosing” by the Mother Goddess herself. Many nights end with many meals and many drinks as they celebrate their lives, yours and the Samurai's. Even under your skeptisism you can't help but feel that by the end of the night, each one of them was actually kinda … fun. You ask many questions, receive many answers and talk about all manor of topics, ranging from faith to science, each individual answer as varied as that last, some deflect into crazy, others make a little bit of sense. They too ask your questions, and your responses seem as alien to them as theirs did to you as you engage in a back-and-forth with the house owners, the Samurai and the other two of your honor guard. Not once is a voice raised in anger or violence, instead you find the conversations to be flowing and fascinating, as if the smartest people in the world had all decided to open a round-table discussion, each person as level-headed and understanding as the other. There are no accusations, no sarcasm or insults, each questionable fact is acknowledged as so and each opinion is stated as one.

    One particular conversation really struck a cord, with you, on the topic of their belief in Farity, came from a woman in her 70's. The drinks were flowing that night, and your question of faith brought a smile to her, and a sparkle in her eyes

    “My faith in Farity is as transparent as I can make it. I know that science can prove evidence of the creation of the worlds and that evolution clearly outdates the silly scribblings of a book thousands of years old, twice translated, altered by forces of power for greedy reasons and I don't refute it. I believe these thing, but I also believe in a higher power. Look at how insignificant we are – we could die tomorrow and the world would still turn; far far less than 1% would even be slightly affected but similarly look how significant we all are. We live in a world filled with creatures far smarter than us; with psychic types whose intellect quadruples the power of our smartest man, who can conjured the elements and use them for attacks, whose legends are said to have created time and space and have threatened our existence many times over with incredible power. We live alongside these beasts and yet we live. We befriend creatures capable of destroying us, we created technology that “captures” an Alakazam, forcing them to do our commands, we stop creatures from raising the sea level, we build cities and progress further than any of our nearest competitor. I cannot help but feel that if there is a world with this mad collide between complete insignificance and utter significancy then there is as much possibility of a higher being as there isn't. I don't think it's a giant man with a great white beard floating around above the sky, but I can't shake this personal feeling that there is something.”

    She presents her argument to you with a certain carefulness, but her rant makes you consider just how much belief can differ from person to person. On your last stay, as you continue onwards, the goodbyes and thank yous from and to the house owners has a significantly somber feel to it, much more so than any previous. The owners were as nice as all the others, as free with their alcohol and as thoughtful as well and yet their goodbyes feel sadder, as if they know some little secret you're not yet in on. Your travels have taken you through the desert/grass countryside and out into the complete wilderness, staring up at a giant mountain range with a extraordinarily large castle visible from the bottom and many miles back. It dominates the landscape with its sheer size, even despite its obvious crumbling and disrepair. With no safehouses anywhere near this district, the sixth night has you camping beneath the stars. It doesn't take long to set up, and before long a roaring campfire has been completed, giving a warm glow to the slightly chilly nights. You eat, talk and then head to bed, prepping for the assault on Caiman's Castle early in the morning, but as you drift to sleep, a large grumbling and a shake of the earth wakes you. Your eyes snap open immediately, your body and mind clearly heightened in this state of preparedness, to find Lucario already in a fight stance. You follow his gaze over the the base of the mountain, where out of a small hole a large portion o liquid magma slowly oozes out next to the campsite. The others, who similarly all woke up at the same time, continue to back up as the magma slowly envelops your campsite, destroying a large portion of your equipment and supplies. You sigh as you check your shoulders, only to four bag, tied neatly around your shoulder – the autopilot of picking it up upon awakening saving months of hard work says in your possession.

    “Maaaaag”

    You hear a guttural wail as the magma begins to pool and shift like the sea on a beach with a speed so far unrecognized as the far edged waves of charred black and intense red magma begins to withdraw back to the middle, creating a Magmar and two Slugma who snap into life and take up battle positions.

    What will you do?
    Nothing could have prepared him for this kind of journey. A simple coin toss into a lake had taken him to meet an immortal samurai, carried him through countryside, villages and mountain fields. He'd met people with unshakable beliefs in a supposed deity, many of which Levin felt would be willing to die for this Farity... in some instances, simply because they refused to believe there was nobody watching over them from above - that old woman's devotion troubled him the most, so completely certain she was of the Goddess's place in a world of logic. Faith was as powerful as it was dangerous, and whichever the truth about this Farity woman, it was undeniable that it was she, or at least the weight of her name, that had brought him here.

    But if I ride under their deity's banner, why do I sense a growing sadness with each goodbye? Is there something they aren't telling me?

    The group had finally reached the peak where Caiman's Castle rested. They settled for the night, but he should have known better than to expect an uneventful journey from start to finish. Before they knew it, the entire encampment was surround by boiling magma that seeped from Caiman's ridge. He was fairly certain regular volcanoes looked nothing like the mountain before them, so... how could this be?

    Idiot, you can worry about it later. We're under attack!

    He watched as two Slugma and a Magmar materialized from the lava, and their intentions were crystal-clear. The entire group was in danger - and he took it upon himself to keep them safe. They placed their trust in him, after all.

    Mazo took a step forward, but the blonde Trainer stopped him.

    - Not now. This is only the first obstacle; I need you at your best later on.

    The Lucario nodded in understanding and lowered his guard. Levin had other plans for these Pokemon, and he'd respect his Trainer's wishes.
    The Saffron-native assessed the situation and the choice of partner became clear. He wasn't just fighting for himself here, he had other people to protect. Only one Pokemon in his possession could shrug off the attackers while shielding the crew.

    - Time to shine! Go, Oro!

    In a flash of light, the gargantuan gold snake materialized. His size was such that he coiled around the tents and towered above the three foes at the same time. With a grin, the Shiny Steelix looked down on those who would be his victims for the night.

    - Easy Oro, don't get too cocky. Keeping the others safe is your top priority! As for the Slugma and Magmar, Rock Slide the lot of them at once; those that are still standing, drop them with Earth Power. If any of them make a move for the camp, Block their path!

    He knew that Steel-Types were at a disadvantage. But Oro also had Ground composition and could hit unbelievably hard. He had complete faith in his partner to get the job done here!


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