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    Ex-Admiral Insane: Your mind is racing with possibilities, and as thought after thought flits through your mind in a matter of seconds, you keep coming back to one thing. You need to defeat Gloom and you need to do it QUICKLY. With one of Rags' clones already destroyed you watch him make his move, all three Ralts disappearing at the same time before reappearing in different locations fists glowing with fire energy. Gloom is so confused it doesn't know up from down let alone left from right, its eyes unable to even focus properly at the moment while the real Rags has Teleported to a position right behind his enemy. Fist charged with Fire energy, Rags Punches Gloom as hard as he can, ramming his fist straight into the petal atop Gloom's head. Gloom shrieks in agony, Rags' clones vanish, and Gloom spins around, immediately snapped out of its confusion thanks to the agonising burning sensation seeping into its brain. Now at point-blank range, Gloom spits up an Acid this time landing it directly between what would have been Rags' eyes if not for all the hair he has in the way. The stench of burning hair from Ralts and leaves from Gloom fill the room as the toxic spores begin to take effect. Gloom is burned, Ralts is poisoned, and this battle has only just begun!
    The situation had gained a contradictory outcome. Though their plan of giving a direct hit to the Gloom’s head worked perfectly with the weed Pokémon shrieking in agony from the burning sensation, a sound that the two couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with; the clones had now disappeared, the Gloom’s confusion seemed to have ended and worst of all the toxic spores had finally taking their effect as Rags had to nearly cover his mouth to stop himself from vomiting. Lucas clenched his stomach and gave an unpleasant cough. He was uncertain what the cause of it was.

    Lucas was wasting time in trying to gain an advantage and an all-out attack from them seemed to be the most logical thing to do right now. But there were two things that had caught his attention. First was the Gloom’s movepool thus far. The Grass-type Pokémon had until now only used one attack; Acid. Just how limited is its movepool? Lucas wondered. It was doubtful that Acid was it’s only attack but it was worth making sure nonetheless.

    The second eye-catcher was the short moment in battle when Rags glowed. It was brief but Lucas had caught it nonetheless. You’ve been holding it in for quite some time now, haven’t you? Lucas thought to himself. He pondered about it for a moment before making a decision. Now’s probably as good a time as any.

    Lucas frantically dug into his backpack to find what he was looking for. Where’d I keep it? Finally he found it, it was a flat round stone. It had a brilliant blue hue to it that might have remind some of an early dawn in the summer but that was too poetic for Lucas to pay any attention to. He quickly grabbed it to remove from his backpack but paused momentarily as something else in his bag caught his eye. He stared briefly. A small puzzle was slowly piecing itself together in his mind. A theory more like it, a theory to the logic of the coloured doors. He dwell on it for too long though.

    “ Rags,” he shouted out to his partner. He held up the Dawn Stone in his hand to show it. The Ralts looked at his trainer, then he looked at the stone before looking back at his trainer and giving a small confident nod. A soft white glow rose from the Ralts. The same white glow that his trainer had momentarily seen before. “Catch!” the trainer shouted as he threw the round stone like a frisbee towards his partner.

    Rags, still glowing, leapt up to catch the stone and execute his trainer’s orders. This was a moment they had both been waiting for a long time and with a battle this deadly, now was as good a time as any.

    Time to end the match as quickly as possible. Rags had always been too physically inclined for a psychic Pokémon. “Rags! Disable it’s Acid attack and deliver another Fire Punch!”

    They both shared the similar mindset. This time, it’s going to hurt a lot more.


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    OkikuMew: Following Phanpy further into the seemingly endless desert it occurs to you that you're following an injured Pokémon into a dry and humid area when you have only limited water available. Very soon you'll be reaching a critical stage of your journey, a point at which you'll have to decide to head back to civilisation before you run out of supplies, or take your chances and hope this little one isn't unwittingly leading you into a situation you'll find hard to survive. As you travel you notice that Phanpy appears to be using its long nose to guide it somewhere which has your mind straying back to those two men who had deliberately tortured it. Had they possibly been trying to force Phanpy to take them to something or someone? But that makes no sense at all. Does it? As you walk you notice an area ahead where a fair few Cacturne and Maractus dot the land, but the more you take in their presence, the more you feel there is something strange about their positions. Unable to keep your eyes off it, it finally dawns on you that even though there is a distance of approximately fifteen metres between each plant, as a whole they are positioned in a perfect circle for an approximate half mile radius. Himiko can sense it too and slows her pace, her eyes narrowed, her body almost rigid. She's clearly not sure of what lays ahead, or if it poses any danger, but she doesn't seem to want to find out. Phanpy can see her reluctance, however, and natters something which seems to relax Himiko somewhat, and a few moments later you both find yourselves following Phanpy and stepping across the cacti border which results in the desert before you transforming into something entirely new. You are standing on the outskirts of a bustling village in the middle of the desert that wasn't here only moments ago. Stepping back outside the cacti perimeter the village disappears, and all you can see is desert for miles and miles, then stepping forward again the village reappears. Phanpy smiles up at you, pleased with itself for having brought you here, but it doesn't seem the villagers are anywhere near as excited. You don't even have a proper chance to take in the scene when out of nowhere you find five spears inches from your face, each held by a male native whose expression is as cold and uninviting as the next. Oh dear...

    As the two followed their Phanpy guide, Okiku started to realize that not only it wasn't that much of a good idea to follow the injured Pokémon (instead of, you know, healing him or something) but the water she brought was starting to get dried out, despite having brought more than she believed she needed before setting out. It was to a point she almost had enough of this sand-filled pit of lies, deception and death, just to come back to sweet, sweet civilization and have all the food she could eat and water to drink... She wondered why in the world that despite of careful plannings, she always end up missing something in said plannings... but she tried to at least cheer herself up by thinking the small elephant was still surprisingly full of energy, and she had no choice of bringing that quantity of water and food to not hamper on her movement too much. Besides, perhaps the little guy had an idea how they could survive longer in here...

    As the Long Nose Pokémon used its namesake to point around in a way she believed it was to find its way around, Okiku's mind then drifted back to those men who imprisoned their new found friend: Could they have tortured the poor thing not because of the typical "cannot be trained" or "we hate that kind of Pokémon" reasons, but because they were trying to force it to lead them towards... whatever it is bringing her and Himiko to now? She wasn't too sure about that hypothesis, likely caused by the heat scrambling with her mind... bust she still kept that idea in the back of her head.

    While still obviously walking, with the Phanpy in the lead, the trainer noticed a bunch of Cacturne and Maractus hanging around the desert's landscape. (She would've used the word "chilling", but it felt literally out of place.) Although the view wasn't surprising, it still somehow stroke her as... odd. She kept staring at them, trying to figure out why she had the faint impression something was strange... until it clicked: they were all forming a very large circle! She was about to exclaim her realization to Himiko, only to see how reluctant she is of going towards that circle of cacti Pokémon, with her muscles stiffened and her eyes narrowed and filled with hesitation... but then their guide trumpeted something to her, somewhat calming her down.

    When the trio walked what was looked like within the cacti circle, what appeared before their very eyes was just... indescribable. A village, a whole freaking busy village... just showed up in front of them, out of freaking nowhere.

    "W-wut? How..." Okiku managed to utter in her astonishment.

    Her mind scrambling again, this time out of cheer confusion of the unnatural situation, she curiously took a simple step back, walking out of the "border". Sure enough, the village just vanished, leaving on only the darn ol' desert into view again. Took a step forward, into the circle again, and the bustling small town shows up under her very eyes.

    "It's... one of those hidden villages!" She squeed in excitement and amazement.

    It was right there and then, thinking back of today's past events, she also realize the true story behind those ruthless men and the Phanpy who was smiling at her: those guys was indeed torturing it... to cough up the secret of the location of the hidden village (or at least of one of them anyways.) How did they know that it knew that piece of information perturbed her, but it there was no doubt about what exactly happened to it now, explaining the rough guys' sudden change of attitude when she spoke up about the so-called legend.

    Before Okiku could celebrate even more about her discovery and her arrival to a place she could probably replenish her supplies though, she was greeted by five of the spear-wielding local guards... spiky points towards her, only about a decimeter away from her face. She gasped and instinctively took a defensive stance and held her hands up, while Himiko rounded her back, pulled her ears back and growled at the guards, warning them she wasn't afraid to attack them (or at least strike down their weapons) very quickly if they ever dared try to hurt her trainer. Said trainer though opted more of a diplomatic strategy... hoping they could at least understand her.

    "Uh... We've come in peace, we mean no harm? Nous venons en paix, nous somme pas ici pour vous faire du mal? I... uh... No hablo Espanol? Watashi... tashi wa... something something des'?" she nervously garbled, far from enjoying the view of the spears' business end. "Aah, uhh... This little guy, the Phanpy, it brought us here," she added while pointing at the Phanpy, then gestured towards herself and Himiko and finally pointing down to represent the village, making sure she made herself understood no matter what language they spoke. "And the Phanpy's hurt," she presented it again, "I did all I could to help it, but it needs proper treatment as soon as possible!"

    She just hoped and prayed they won't go ahead and stab her anyways... And only Arceus knows what they could do with Himiko and the Phanpy afterwards...
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    White as the old bones...cold as a womans's heart...forboding as the human soul...welcome to the Silverton Ranges. This is place where the cold, chilling winds bar entry, where only the strong or the brave will survive....Except not! It really isn't too bad normally! But today is particularily bad. There seems to be a snowstorm coming in, which is odd because we almost never have snowstorms this time of year. Could it be that the snow goddess is angry!? No, everything is prepared for this year....

    Anyways, you, Icarus, have come here with your Gligar. The cold winds bite at your cheek, and you find yourself wishing that you were somewhere warmer. Where the sun's heavenly embrace can race across your cheek...too bad there is none of that today. Your Gligar just smirks at you as you shiver and shake, knowing that it was right all along about this place. You don't have the energy to argue with him, and just admit that you were wrong. Seth gives an audible cry of happiness at that, before beginning to shiver himself under the cold winds. This storm was not to his favor, and it was only getting worse now. You were going to need to find shelter, and fast if you wanted to survive this mountain. You quickly look around, but it is difficult to see in this storm. This is what many people called a "white-out", a phenomemon where there is so much snow in the air that it blocks out all of the light and creates a disorienting effect. You struggle to keep low, trying to cover your face as much as possible to keep it warm, while still being able to see. You look ahead and see a break in the snow for one second. And beyond that is a cave. You yell out to Seth that there is a safe place, but you get no reply. And you can't find him. You yell out to Seth more, but to no avail. You hear nothing in return. Of course with the winds, who would know? You can barely hear yourself over these winds. You look around some more, but you come to grips that you need to get to that cave. If you don't, you could seriously die out here, and Seth would never forgive himself. You push onwards through the snow, when you hear a cry behind you. You turn around and you see Seth on the ground, crawling towards you, huddling close to the ground. You reach out towards him, and Seth raises his pincer towards you. It is almost in your reach! But, suddenly, a blast of wind picks him up and he flies away from you, crying out for you. You scream for him, like if you do it loud enough the storm will stop and Seth will come flying back. But he doesn't, and the storm doesn't stop. You hold back the tears as you realize that you need to get to shelter. Dying out here will do nothing. But if you survive, you can go searching for Seth. You run towards the cave you saw earlier, and ocne you get inside, it is a miracle. You can see. You can see...clearly? There is light in the cave. You look around for the source of the light when you see it is an oil lamp, hanging by a wooden frame. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see this is an abandoned mine shaft, back from when people mined the Silverton Ranges for the large amount of precious metals here. But you aren't concerned about that now. Right now, all you can think about it Seth.

    "Fufufufufu! Is there something wrong, Onii-chan?" You hear a voice behind, silverly and...cold. Like a stiff breeze has just ran down your back. you turn around and see a little girl, no older than six. She is dressed in a snow-white kimono with a pink ribbon tied around the waist. She smiles at you in a disarming way, and you find yourself immediately trusting of her. "Is something wrong?" You explain that you lost you Gligar out in the snowstorm. "Oh no! That is not good! We can't go out now, but we can still in here till the storm goes down!" Your sentiments exactly, but then the girl grips onto your hand, hugging it tight. "Please stay with me, Onii-chan."

    What will you do?


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    The Phanpy does not enjoy your prescence at the moment, as your sudden movement startled the poor thing and caused it to run away. Knowing that Chichi does not have much time left before he passes out from exertion, you run into the bushes, trying to keep a track of the Phanpy. Fortunately, this is easier done than said. This little one was obviously an infant, or maybe something close to a toddler, and it was not the most graceful of runners. You can see dent marks where the Phanpy had tripped and landed face-first into the dirt, a large blow that looks like soembody took a giant baseball bat to it. Further along you see a log that was stuck in the ground blown away, pushed completely to the side. This little Phanpy may be just an infant, but already it was showing signs of having the power of its evolution. And if this thing was just an infant, who knows where its mother, a mighty Donphan, could be? This was making you start to regret following this Phanpy, but it was for Chichi, so you carried on, pushing ever ahead. You run into a clearing, and you see a tree nearly busted in half, a huge dent in the middle of the trunk that seems like it is ready to break. To the side of the tree you see the Phanpy, breathing heavily. You stop for a moment and think about what has happened.

    While the Phanpy was running, it must have believed that it could push the tree out of its way. It did have enough strength to blow the log out of the middle of the trail, so to the little Phanpy, this was going to be no different. But, this tree was alive, and strong, and while the Phanpy had managed to do a number to the tree, it didn't break through it, and it seems to be injured, or just very exhausted at the least from colliding into the tree. You run over to the Phanpy, and kneel down by it. The Phanpy's breaths are very labored, and you seriously wonder if the poor thing really did injure itself trying to run away from you. It was no good keeping this thing in the open where a wild predator might come away and snatch it up, so you pick the Phanpy up, and an Oran Berry comes out of its ear. You look both way, suspicious of any wild Pokemon, and check Phanpy's ears. There is no more Oran Berries, and this one is the last one Phanpy had. You look at it, and notice how deep of a blue it is. It is definetely packed full of energy and nutrients, and Chichi sees this as it looks out of your hood. "Chi...Chi!" The Chinchou says, making it known that it wants the Oran Berry. Of course your intention was to get the Oran Berry for your Pokemon, but with this Phanpy in serious trouble itself, giving it to Chichi might mean the end for the Phanpy. But if you give it to the Phanpy, who knows what might happen to Chichi as well? This is a tough decision to make. Do you give it to your own, or to you give it to others?

    What will you do?

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    Desert of Illusion

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    DaveTheFishGuy: ((Very good, seems you won’t be needing much in the way of advice. Keep making your posts creative and descriptive, both for your own enjoyment and my own; since English isn’t my native language, I appreciate all the extra vocabulary you guys teach me through your replies :P kidding aside, great first effort, looking forward to this adventure!))

    The man looks at you for a moment, an inexplicably-long moment of silence, as if taken aback by your response – or perhaps he’s sizing you up. Either way, you take a better look at the one you assume a native while he ponders on your question. His skin has a dark tonality befitting of the surrounding environment; a thick black beard covers the lower half of his face, and his eyes are obstructed by the white hood of his tunic.

    He dismounts and walks up to you, while the massive Camerupt gazes at the laborious Crustle with mild interest. The man extends a hand and helps you to your feet.

    - This rock isn’t the problem, bamra. The Desert is. This rock is a remnant of the land before the crisis, its only memory left standing. We are taught to read the Desert and so we learn and prepare; but you are bamra, so you do not know. Show Mahad your hand, so that he too can teach you.

    Clearly, he isn’t making any sense and he knows it. From what you’ve gathered so far, “bamra” must mean “outsider” or something similar, so it’s no surprise that most of what he says sounds foreign to you. “Memories of the desert”? “Land before the crisis”? You figure you might as well comply if you’re going to understand any of this, so you hold out your hand. The man, apparently called Mahad, takes it and places it on the rock’s surface, then puts his own hand on your shoulder and mutters a couple of imperceptible words under his breath…

    A bright flash suddenly blinds you, making you cry in pain. When your eyes finally adjust to the sudden brightness, you find yourself in a completely new scenario with Mahad still by your side... how is this even possible?!
    The rock from before remains in front of you, unchanged, comfortingly familiar. Nothing else, however, is as it was just now: it seems as if you are now standing in the middle of a rocky wasteland, surrounded by countless stone formations similar to the one you’re touching; low vegetation, adapted to dry climates, prospers and grows from every crack and crevice of the large boulders. You can clearly make out the distant cries of Fearow in the sky, and there are Ekans roaming about, slithering away as soon as you lay eyes upon them.

    - This is the stone’s memory. It remembers what the land was before what you now call the Desert of Illusion. Now, bear witness…

    Movement in the distance. Figures approach; four men in white cloaks, much like Mahad; however, they ride on Rapidash instead of Camerupt. Each man holds a large iron chain in his hands ; all four chains meet far behind the riders, binding something very large that is dragged across the floor as the Rapidash gallop. They ride right towards you, not even acknowledging your presence, as if you’re invisible to them, and stop a few feet away from your position. It’s then that you can finally realize what it is they carry, and your jaw drops in amazement: an absolutely enormous Pupitar, much larger than any you’ve ever seen, helplessly bound by the thick chains.

    - Quickly now, we are far enough away from the village.

    The four men dismount and wrap their respective iron chain around their mount’s neck, with the giant Pupitar left in the middle of the four Rapidash. Each rider reaches for their belt and take a Pokeball from it; soon after, four identical Pokemon materialize in front of their owners: a quartet of Claydol.

    - Now… Let us finally rid the Arcane Realm of this menace!

    - Yes! We owe it to our children, our grandchildren and every other generation to come, so that they may cross the Realm in peace and move on to the outside world, safe from the shadow of this abomination!

    - For the Realm! For Fizzytopia!

    The four men motion simultaneously to their Claydol, and the creatures raise their arms in perfect synchrony as their owners shout in unison:

    - Hyper Beam!!!

    What follows is the most violent explosion you could imagine, accompanied by the sound of a hundred thunders, and you instinctively brace yourself even though you know it would never help you. It’s only after the light fades and the dust begins to settle that you remember how this is just a memory, and you’re not truly there.

    - No… no way! It can’t be!

    A bright glow shines through the partially-settled dust cloud, a flash of light that any Trainer instinctively recognizes even when witnessed for the first time. And when the source of that light starts to grow to unthinkable proportions, it all begins to make sense in your head.

    - We’re doomed… we’re all doomed…

    You can hardly believe what you’re seeing. But sure enough, when the transformation is over, what you behold is real – a ten-foot tall Tyranitar roars to the heavens, making the earth below tremble, and energy begins to gather in its mouth. When the creature finally lowers its gargantuan head towards the men who’d grieved it, the collected power is unleashed… and before you know it, you are back in the present–day Desert of Illusions.

    - That was close to 100 years ago. The Beast then ravaged the land for miles around, leveling mountains to sate its appetite for rock; the only ones that remain in all of the Arcane Realm are nowadays known as the Silverton Range far to the north, where the Beast did not care to go. After its hunger was quelled, the Beast slept. And for one hundred years, the dust and sand of its path of destruction settled around the wasteland, creating what you bamra call the Desert of Illusions.

    It’s only now that you realize that Dwebble is still on your head, and listening intently to the tale as well; perhaps it also saw the same vision while it was pecking away at the stone when Mahad showed you the past?

    - Now, its hunger is returning. We know this for we can read the storms. Sandstorms are rare occurrences in this land, for even the winds have forsaken it after the disaster, but they are now raging almost daily. Furthermore, fissures have begun to form across the Desert, a sign that something moves beneath. But when the Beast awakens and finds no rock to feed on, it will likely roam the Arcane Realm in search of food… and since the only mountains to be found are all the way to the North, while the Desert sits at the southernmost part…

    It means the Tyranitar will have to walk across the entire Realm to get to Silverton Ranges! Imagine the chaos…

    - It is unfortunate that you should find yourself here, bamra. My brothers have also come across Trainers from the lands beyond, who were forced to come to here by imposition of their Governments. I believe you are here for that same reason. We cannot prevent the coming disaster, but we can try to save as many lives as we can before it happens.

    He reaches for the belt beneath his tunic and calls forth a familiar Pokemon: Claydol.

    - This one can Teleport you to any destination you desire in the Arcane Realm. If you absolutely need a proof of journey before returning to your homeland, then Silverton Range is the farthest Zone from here, and the one it will take the Beast the longest to reach. I advise you to go there if you must, and leave this Realm afterwards as soon as possible.

    It seems a great tragedy is about to befall the Desert of Illusion and all of the Arcane Realm in the coming weeks. You certainly weren’t expecting this when you left home for this journey, but you have been ordered to conclude your adventure here before venturing out to the rest of the Fizzy Bubbles world…

    - So… What say you?



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    Dark Searchman: ((First off: Congrats on the double evolution! And thanks for taking such good care of Eva, the female Ekans you now call Shisato that I had reluctantly dropped off in the AC shortly before the unlimited slots were announced. Second of all, sorry for all the silly grammar mistakes I made in my previous update, I was dead-tired and didn’t proofread. Now, as for the reply itself: it might be just my thing, but I’m not a big fan of updatees breaking the fourth wall while narrating events; it kills off immersion for me, but I realize that’s a personal choice. I won’t say it’s wrong per se, just not my cup of tea, so if you could hold off on doing it in this adventure I’d appreciate it. Sorry :P Everything else looks fine of course, you’ve been around long enough to know what you’re doing. ^^))

    You look in awe and excitement as both of your Ekans grow into imposing Arbok, simultaneously no less! Their fighting spirit burns so strong that the mere prospect of battle triggered their evolution, and now you’re confident about taking down that Serperior and teaching the kid a lesson for messing with you.

    Realizing you have full advantage, both in Type and the numbers game, you order Seshiro and Shisato to kick things off with a show of terror – the combination of the Arbok’s markings and their Leer make the lone Serperior tremble and coil back, as both its will to attack and clarity to defend are compromised by the fear.

    - Oh, a cheater too? You’re just the kind of guy that gives us snake tamers a bad rep, double-teaming a guy who just wanted a fair battle! Two on one, really?! You really slither that low as to go for a handicap match? Hell with that, I’m making this even, you prick!

    The kid reaches for his belt, thoroughly ignoring his pleading Dunsparce who’s clearly eager to help, and hurls a Pokeball in the air.

    - A snake befitting a true master! Come on out, Onix!

    The stone serpent emerges from its Pokeball, and its sheer size fells a number of trees as its immense body reaches the ground. Seshiro and Shisato are taken by surprise and hold off on Glaring at the massive opponent, turning to you in hopes of new orders now that the battle conditions have changed entirely: it’s now officially a Double Battle!

    - Onix, shield Serperior until it regains its fighting drive and send those two packing with a Rock Throw apiece!

    The behemoth positions itself in front of its ally and moves its huge tail like a whip, sending out several boulders that smash into the two Arbok while they turned to you for guidance. Both are quick to recover, but it was still a big hit for each of them; you’ve now been warned.

    The kid’s frustrated expression has turned into a vile grin. Amethyst is seething for battle, but is holding back as per instructed; Seshiro and Shisato both look determined to carry through with this, even if the tides have turned for now…

    What do you do?
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    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    Forest of Adventure (Please reply in LimeGreen)
    According to legend, no trainer can enter this enchanted forest without an adventure befalling them.
    OoC: Well, I guess it's about time I venture here. Hope my intro's good enough.

    Mediville. A village well known for its farmlands and a place where new gathers gather to practice their skills with the Pokemon around the area and also with other fellow Trainers. Connor was intrigued by the place due to its farmlands and he thought that a rural area such as Mediville provided good opportunities for him to better hone his photography skills. Not to mention the Fizzytopian government had recently given out a rule that relatively new trainers were required to adventure there, it only added one more reason for Connor to venture there. Might as well get it over with right? His mind set, the photographer decided to head out to the Arcane Realm to see the village with his own eyes. Except...

    "...I'm nowhere near Mediville, am I?"

    Connor looked at the map he was holding now, turning it around in all sorts of directions to find out his exact location. He then looked around the area only to see trees, trees, and more trees. The surrounding forest reminded him of his time in Astoria, when a giant Yanmega attacked him, Gaspard, and Humphrey. "Forest huh... then that means I'm in the Forest of Adventure... I think. I didn't end up going to Astoria somehow did I? Probably should have taken that left turn back there..." Connor was known to have a really bad sense of direction, and adding to the fact that he cannot read maps (despite trying his best to learn how to!) it often lead to some... amusing results. Like heading towards Cascadia's Aduro Island and instead ending up in the Glacier Islands, managing to arrive at his friend Keith's secret base despite being oceans apart from where he originally was, and so on and so forth.

    Another thing Connor thought about while preparing for the trip was which Pokemon he brought along. Over the past few months, he had gathered many Pokemon on his team and had quickly built up quite a huge squad. The photographer has so many Pokemon that would have been suitable for his adventure in the Arcane Realm, and yet for some crazy reason he decided to bring only two Pokemon with him... and these two were among the most...difficult...Pokemon he has yet to handle: Kasimir the Murkrow and Zerase the shadow Elgyem.

    Speaking of the former, the Murkrow was flying on top of him, circling around the area near Connor. Kasimir was flying a bit too high up for him such that the crow could easily ditch Connor and fly away if he wanted to. However, for some reason, despite telling himself that he disliked the photographer so much for abandoning him once, why has he not yet done so? He had so many opportunities to fly away and yet Kasimir did not take a single one of them. Heck, why had Connor only picked him and Zerase this time? As for Zerase, she was currently inside her Shadow Pokeball which was currently hanging on Connor's belt. He had won her in a shadow lottery last Halloween but thinking back, what kind of luck was acting on him at that time? The Elgyem was so unpredictable and hard to control to the point that she would rarely listen to Connor. Thinking back, maybe it was for the best that Connor didn't go to Mediville with the team he has now. Kasimir was the type that wouldn't harm anyone as long as he was left alone, but Zerase... well, he wasn't sure about her. Who knows what could have happened if she was let loose around the area.

    Giving up on the map, Connor had placed it back into his bag and brought out his camera instead. If there was one thing about this adventure, it was that he was not going back home empty-handed with no photos. "The trees sure look beautiful at this time... Hmm... might was look for a good place to take a picture of! With this forest being so big, I'm sure I'll be able to get a lot of photos of this place!" Connor and Kasimir had then continued on into the forest.

    Nicknames:
    Gaspard - Aipom
    Humphrey - shiny Boldore
    Kasimir - Murkrow
    Zerase - shadow Elgyem
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    DaveTheFishGuy: ((Very good, seems you won’t be needing much in the way of advice. Keep making your posts creative and descriptive, both for your own enjoyment and my own; since English isn’t my native language, I appreciate all the extra vocabulary you guys teach me through your replies :P kidding aside, great first effort, looking forward to this adventure!))

    The man looks at you for a moment, an inexplicably-long moment of silence, as if taken aback by your response – or perhaps he’s sizing you up. Either way, you take a better look at the one you assume a native while he ponders on your question. His skin has a dark tonality befitting of the surrounding environment; a thick black beard covers the lower half of his face, and his eyes are obstructed by the white hood of his tunic.

    He dismounts and walks up to you, while the massive Camerupt gazes at the laborious Crustle with mild interest. The man extends a hand and helps you to your feet.

    - This rock isn’t the problem, bamra. The Desert is. This rock is a remnant of the land before the crisis, its only memory left standing. We are taught to read the Desert and so we learn and prepare; but you are bamra, so you do not know. Show Mahad your hand, so that he too can teach you.

    Clearly, he isn’t making any sense and he knows it. From what you’ve gathered so far, “bamra” must mean “outsider” or something similar, so it’s no surprise that most of what he says sounds foreign to you. “Memories of the desert”? “Land before the crisis”? You figure you might as well comply if you’re going to understand any of this, so you hold out your hand. The man, apparently called Mahad, takes it and places it on the rock’s surface, then puts his own hand on your shoulder and mutters a couple of imperceptible words under his breath…

    A bright flash suddenly blinds you, making you cry in pain. When your eyes finally adjust to the sudden brightness, you find yourself in a completely new scenario with Mahad still by your side... how is this even possible?!
    The rock from before remains in front of you, unchanged, comfortingly familiar. Nothing else, however, is as it was just now: it seems as if you are now standing in the middle of a rocky wasteland, surrounded by countless stone formations similar to the one you’re touching; low vegetation, adapted to dry climates, prospers and grows from every crack and crevice of the large boulders. You can clearly make out the distant cries of Fearow in the sky, and there are Ekans roaming about, slithering away as soon as you lay eyes upon them.

    - This is the stone’s memory. It remembers what the land was before what you now call the Desert of Illusion. Now, bear witness…

    Movement in the distance. Figures approach; four men in white cloaks, much like Mahad; however, they ride on Rapidash instead of Camerupt. Each man holds a large iron chain in his hands ; all four chains meet far behind the riders, binding something very large that is dragged across the floor as the Rapidash gallop. They ride right towards you, not even acknowledging your presence, as if you’re invisible to them, and stop a few feet away from your position. It’s then that you can finally realize what it is they carry, and your jaw drops in amazement: an absolutely enormous Pupitar, much larger than any you’ve ever seen, helplessly bound by the thick chains.

    - Quickly now, we are far enough away from the village.

    The four men dismount and wrap their respective iron chain around their mount’s neck, with the giant Pupitar left in the middle of the four Rapidash. Each rider reaches for their belt and take a Pokeball from it; soon after, four identical Pokemon materialize in front of their owners: a quartet of Claydol.

    - Now… Let us finally rid the Arcane Realm of this menace!

    - Yes! We owe it to our children, our grandchildren and every other generation to come, so that they may cross the Realm in peace and move on to the outside world, safe from the shadow of this abomination!

    - For the Realm! For Fizzytopia!

    The four men motion simultaneously to their Claydol, and the creatures raise their arms in perfect synchrony as their owners shout in unison:

    - Hyper Beam!!!

    What follows is the most violent explosion you could imagine, accompanied by the sound of a hundred thunders, and you instinctively brace yourself even though you know it would never help you. It’s only after the light fades and the dust begins to settle that you remember how this is just a memory, and you’re not truly there.

    - No… no way! It can’t be!

    A bright glow shines through the partially-settled dust cloud, a flash of light that any Trainer instinctively recognizes even when witnessed for the first time. And when the source of that light starts to grow to unthinkable proportions, it all begins to make sense in your head.

    - We’re doomed… we’re all doomed…

    You can hardly believe what you’re seeing. But sure enough, when the transformation is over, what you behold is real – a ten-foot tall Tyranitar roars to the heavens, making the earth below tremble, and energy begins to gather in its mouth. When the creature finally lowers its gargantuan head towards the men who’d grieved it, the collected power is unleashed… and before you know it, you are back in the present–day Desert of Illusions.

    - That was close to 100 years ago. The Beast then ravaged the land for miles around, leveling mountains to sate its appetite for rock; the only ones that remain in all of the Arcane Realm are nowadays known as the Silverton Range far to the north, where the Beast did not care to go. After its hunger was quelled, the Beast slept. And for one hundred years, the dust and sand of its path of destruction settled around the wasteland, creating what you bamra call the Desert of Illusions.

    It’s only now that you realize that Dwebble is still on your head, and listening intently to the tale as well; perhaps it also saw the same vision while it was pecking away at the stone when Mahad showed you the past?

    - Now, its hunger is returning. We know this for we can read the storms. Sandstorms are rare occurrences in this land, for even the winds have forsaken it after the disaster, but they are now raging almost daily. Furthermore, fissures have begun to form across the Desert, a sign that something moves beneath. But when the Beast awakens and finds no rock to feed on, it will likely roam the Arcane Realm in search of food… and since the only mountains to be found are all the way to the North, while the Desert sits at the southernmost part…

    It means the Tyranitar will have to walk across the entire Realm to get to Silverton Ranges! Imagine the chaos…

    - It is unfortunate that you should find yourself here, bamra. My brothers have also come across Trainers from the lands beyond, who were forced to come to here by imposition of their Governments. I believe you are here for that same reason. We cannot prevent the coming disaster, but we can try to save as many lives as we can before it happens.

    He reaches for the belt beneath his tunic and calls forth a familiar Pokemon: Claydol.

    - This one can Teleport you to any destination you desire in the Arcane Realm. If you absolutely need a proof of journey before returning to your homeland, then Silverton Range is the farthest Zone from here, and the one it will take the Beast the longest to reach. I advise you to go there if you must, and leave this Realm afterwards as soon as possible.

    It seems a great tragedy is about to befall the Desert of Illusion and all of the Arcane Realm in the coming weeks. You certainly weren’t expecting this when you left home for this journey, but you have been ordered to conclude your adventure here before venturing out to the rest of the Fizzy Bubbles world…

    - So… What say you?
    {Glad to make a good impression - can't say I'll maintain 1,500 words every reply though :p. Also I lol'd at all the meta references.}

    Unsure if it was good or bad that he appeared to have stunned the stranger with his response, Dave took a moment to take a better look at him. Dark skin and a lightweight tunic meant he was definitely more at ease in this inhospitable landscape that he was, with his modern clothing stopping his body skin from escaping and his normally-pale skin ensuring that he would burn were it not for his natural tanning ability.

    Soon enough, the nomad slid down the side of his mount and made his way over, picking his way through the toiling crustaceans. Dave wasn't sure if he should be worried or not, but given that he hadn't even the strength to shift the Dwebble perched on his head, he wasn't exactly in a fit state to defend himself. Fortunately, the native appeared to be friendly, or at least not outright aggressive, helping the fisherman to his feet. The trainer's tired leg muscles screamed at him to rest, but he paid them no heed for now - clearly there was something important at work. He'd also entirely forgotten Dwebble, the Bug-type seeming less than best-pleased at its work being interrupted.

    Listening patiently, he attempted to decipher the man's words, but the heat still frying his brain made this almost impossible. A crisis? Sure, deserts could form quickly, sometimes within a couple of millennia, but such times would have been obscured by legend and myth by the modern age. With nothing left to lose, he offered the man, who referred to himself as Mahad, his palm. The native placed it upon a nearby part of the rock, chanted some words, and suddenly a burst of light seared into his retinas.

    "Ah!" he yelped, hearing a similar squeak of surprise from Suzi, the Remoraid clearly experiencing the same thing as he. Blinking furiously, he tried to clear his vision, which slowly returned. When it did... he could barely believe what he was seeing. Rather than hostile desert and the working Crustle swarm, he was in some kind of scrubland, heat-resistant plants and dry-adapted Pokémon everywhere. Ekans! He loved Ekans, maybe he could capture one! However, as he made to move forward, Mahad held him back, telling him what this was - a memory.

    "So, we're not really here, just seeing the past?" the fisherman asked. He'd heard of phenomena like this before - Time Flowers that grew around the fabled Tree of Beginning, but he'd never experienced anything like this... could this rock be some similar kind of structure?

    He didn't have much time to dwell on this, as four flaming equines soon appeared from the distance. Their riders looked very similar to his companion, perhaps ancestors of his, and they were clearly hauling something behind them, a cloud of dust blooming behind the large shape several yards behind. As they came to a stop and arranged their mounts, Dave recognised the shape.

    Growing up in a wetland meant that he'd seen plenty of insects Pokémon, including their pupal stage. Metapod, Kakuna, Silcoon, Cascoon... but this dwarfed them all. Only one Pokémon line that large went through a pupal phase... that was a Pupitar. And not just any Pupitar, the largest one he'd ever seen.

    Clearly, the native men were fearful of what would happen should it evolve, and with good reason. Dave had never seen a member of the Larvitar line in the flesh before, but everyone knew the stories... Tyranitar was one of the Pokémon considered one step down from Legendary status, along with others such as Dragonite and Metagross. As the trainer watched, he saw the men summon a Claydol each, befitting the environment, which all simultaneously fired a Hyper Beam attack. Even with Rock-types resisting the Normal energy of the blast, surely that would do the trick!

    Bracing himself, despite not actually being there, Dave looked on as the attacks struck to cause a tremendous explosion, almost stunning him. A fantastic amount of dust was thrown into the air, though he could still make out the flames running down the backs of the Rapidash. Soon, however, another light shone forth - light that he recognised from his time spent watching matches at the Pastoria Gym. Often a challenger's Pokémon would evolve to grant itself a power boost, and once he'd even seen Crasher Wake's own Buizel evolve, learning Ice Fang in the process, and take down a Tropius that was on the cusp of earning its trainer a Badge. Most of the time, evolution was a joyous process, cementing the hard work that trainer and Pokémon had gone through to increase their strength, and he hoped to reach that point with Suzi one day.

    But this... this sent chills down his spine. As the dust settled, he saw the rocky shell of the Pupitar split open, white energy pouring out of its back as the now-empty husk clattered to the ground. Growing ever taller, the glowing form was now free of its pupal form, entering its final evolutionary stage in grand style, and seconds later a massive Tyranitar towered over human and Pokémon alike. A literally earth-shaking roar burst from its maw, and as the natives below panicked at what they had wrought, the giant reptile gathered energy itself, soon blasting its own Hyper Beam back at its aggressors. Dave yelled as the attack hit, causing another blinding explosion... and was suddenly back on the rock in the middle of the desert.

    Sweat pouring from his brow, he thudded back to the ground as his legs gave out once more, listening as Mahad explained what he had just seen. One-- one hundred years?! No desert could form in that amount of time! But all that rock... all the plants and Pokémon that were there... all had gone because of that Tyranitar. Now he realised why Mahad had called this rock the 'grave of the realm'. As he slumped back, he noticed a claw above him - had Dwebble been there the entire time? The arthropod seemed equally interested in the history lesson, even though it was long before its time.

    Still listening, Dave took in all that Mahad said. Sandstorms... there was clearly some connection between Tyranitar and the sand, other than just waste food. But... just leave? He had to finish his journey here if he had any hope of becoming a certified Pokémon trainer, and anywhere else would just be delaying the inevitable. Furthermore, what about all the other people who lived in the Arcane Realm, and the other trainers who needed the experience it could grant?

    As Mahad summoned his Claydol and offered its Teleportation services, Dave took stock. Yes, he could flee to the mountains and try to get done before Tyranitar awoke, but... he couldn't just leave all of these people to that fate. Once again, he glanced up at Dwebble. What would happen to the little fella and the rest of his swarm when that Beast awoke. Shaking his head, he came to his conclusion, even though some would find it stupid.

    "I appreciate the concern, Mahad, but I'm not going to just leave when there's so much at stake. If that Tyranitar isn't stopped then this whole area will just fall off the map. Is there nothing we can do? Can I not help? True, all I have is my Remoraid, but we have to be of some assistance!" he stated, fishing out his PokéDex once more. Maybe there was some useful information he could find...

    Scrolling through the device, he found the entry he was looking for. Pressing the right button, the computer began to speak aloud, "Tyranitar, the Armour Pokémon. Rock/Dark-type. Evolved form of Pupitar. If it rampages, it knocks down mountains and buries rivers. Maps must be redrawn afterward. The quakes caused when it walks make even great mountains crumble and change the surrounding terrain."

    "...I guess that wasn't an exaggeration, then." Dave spat, sarcastically. "But what about the sand? You said that sandstorms were becoming more frequent, maybe... aha!" he exclaimed, pressing play on a related entry he'd found.

    "Special Ability: Sand Stream, exclusive to Tyranitar and the Hippopotas line. At will, the bearer can summon a vicious sandstorm at no additional energy cost, providing extra damage against foes, and increased defence for Rock-type Pokémon. Other Pokémon Abilities will be activated, and can result in increased evasion, speed or attack power." the machine cooed. Dave sighed. More bad news - the sandstorms would only make Tyranitar stronger.

    Suddenly, a light went on in his brain. "Mahad... how many Claydol and Camerupt do your people have? Perhaps, if we can find the source of the sandstorms we can find Tyranitar's resting place, and your Pokémon can use their ground manipulation to deal with it somehow?" he suggested. It was a long shot, but he wasn't sure what else could be done save abandoning this desert - and that was out of the question.

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    Silverton Ranges
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    White as the old bones...cold as a womans's heart...forboding as the human soul...welcome to the Silverton Ranges. This is place where the cold, chilling winds bar entry, where only the strong or the brave will survive....Except not! It really isn't too bad normally! But today is particularily bad. There seems to be a snowstorm coming in, which is odd because we almost never have snowstorms this time of year. Could it be that the snow goddess is angry!? No, everything is prepared for this year....

    Anyways, you, Icarus, have come here with your Gligar. The cold winds bite at your cheek, and you find yourself wishing that you were somewhere warmer. Where the sun's heavenly embrace can race across your cheek...too bad there is none of that today. Your Gligar just smirks at you as you shiver and shake, knowing that it was right all along about this place. You don't have the energy to argue with him, and just admit that you were wrong. Seth gives an audible cry of happiness at that, before beginning to shiver himself under the cold winds. This storm was not to his favor, and it was only getting worse now. You were going to need to find shelter, and fast if you wanted to survive this mountain. You quickly look around, but it is difficult to see in this storm. This is what many people called a "white-out", a phenomemon where there is so much snow in the air that it blocks out all of the light and creates a disorienting effect. You struggle to keep low, trying to cover your face as much as possible to keep it warm, while still being able to see. You look ahead and see a break in the snow for one second. And beyond that is a cave. You yell out to Seth that there is a safe place, but you get no reply. And you can't find him. You yell out to Seth more, but to no avail. You hear nothing in return. Of course with the winds, who would know? You can barely hear yourself over these winds. You look around some more, but you come to grips that you need to get to that cave. If you don't, you could seriously die out here, and Seth would never forgive himself. You push onwards through the snow, when you hear a cry behind you. You turn around and you see Seth on the ground, crawling towards you, huddling close to the ground. You reach out towards him, and Seth raises his pincer towards you. It is almost in your reach! But, suddenly, a blast of wind picks him up and he flies away from you, crying out for you. You scream for him, like if you do it loud enough the storm will stop and Seth will come flying back. But he doesn't, and the storm doesn't stop. You hold back the tears as you realize that you need to get to shelter. Dying out here will do nothing. But if you survive, you can go searching for Seth. You run towards the cave you saw earlier, and ocne you get inside, it is a miracle. You can see. You can see...clearly? There is light in the cave. You look around for the source of the light when you see it is an oil lamp, hanging by a wooden frame. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see this is an abandoned mine shaft, back from when people mined the Silverton Ranges for the large amount of precious metals here. But you aren't concerned about that now. Right now, all you can think about it Seth.

    "Fufufufufu! Is there something wrong, Onii-chan?" You hear a voice behind, silverly and...cold. Like a stiff breeze has just ran down your back. you turn around and see a little girl, no older than six. She is dressed in a snow-white kimono with a pink ribbon tied around the waist. She smiles at you in a disarming way, and you find yourself immediately trusting of her. "Is something wrong?" You explain that you lost you Gligar out in the snowstorm. "Oh no! That is not good! We can't go out now, but we can still in here till the storm goes down!" Your sentiments exactly, but then the girl grips onto your hand, hugging it tight. "Please stay with me, Onii-chan."

    What will you do?

    OoC: Hope this is okay >.> Thanks for the updates Blaze! Cheers!


    Finishing his talk with Seth, Icarus shook in the semblance of a shiver. It seemed as though it was getting chillier and the snow was blowing fiercer, but that was hardly possible in this god-forsaken mountain. Come to think of it, this wasn't even the season for snowstorms, as the signpost had so cheerfully stated. Once again, Icarus gave off a tremor, and decided to confirm it with Seth. "Hey Seth," Icarus hesitantly asked, "Is it just me, or is the snowstorm growing even stronger?" No response came from Seth and Icarus saw that the Gligar was already shivering so badly that Icarus feared it may cause an avalanche. "So it is true..." Icarus pondered, "How strange... Well Seth, we'd better find a safe place before this storm gets any worse."

    Unfortunately, those words fell on deaf ears. The winds roared with the strength of a whole pride of lions, covering the words, and the snow seemed to be filled with the power of the snow goddess herself. The swirling coldness strengthened and blanketed the surroundings, forming what was commonly known as a White-Out, an endless labyrinth of pure, unadulterated white. Dang it...Why so suddenly? Icarus thought to himself, What do I do now? First, I need to get out of this mess... Keep low and calm Icarus! Valiantly fighting the storm, Icarus desperately looks for shelter in hopes of surviving this mess. Icarus's eyes focused, and behold, a cave, shining through a narrow gap in the storm.

    Icarus immediately brightened. "Yes! Seth, I believe we're going to make it through this," Icarus cried out in joy, and waited for that familiar cry besides him, but none came. Whipping around, Icarus found an empty space in the place Seth should stand. A sinking feeling filled Icarus's chest as he realized he had lost Seth in the storm. Or maybe, he just couldn't hear him over the wind, and the snow was obscuring Icarus's vision! Yes, that was it! There was no way Icarus could have lost Seth right before their entrance to Fizzy Bubbles. This thought ran in his mind, but Icarus would cry out regardless.

    "Seth? Can you hear me? Seth, where are you?" By the fifth time Icarus did that, he was becoming anxious and worried, but a slap of wind to his cheek woke him up. As much as it pained Icarus to leave Seth out there in the cold, Seth would laugh at Icarus if he saw Icarus now. He would snicker and his eyes would say, "Hey! It's our dream to go to Fizzy Bubbles and you're not going to do that frozen. Don't worry about me! I'm strong, and no wind or snow will stop me. So GO!" Icarus's lips slipped upwards, and he started the arduous journey there.

    About midpoint, Icarus spotted a figure struggling to escape the snow. It was Seth! "Gli....gar...." cries Seth, weakly. Icarus barely managed to quell the tears of joy that were rising up, and held out his hand to the Gligar as he came closer. Seth's pincers quivered in exertion as he too, struggled to reach his trainer.

    "Grab onto my arm Seth, you can do it!" Abandoning all previous thoughts of safety, Icarus recklessly flailed in attempts to grab him. The snow goddess would hear nothing of this. Raising her anger and might, the air pushed against Seth, so hard that all hopes of reunion were wretched from Icarus's heart. The Gligar was blown away.

    Icarus was shell-shocked. Did... he just miss Seth? "No! Seth come back! You're strong! You can fly, right?" weeped the shaken Icarus. When no reply came, Icarus momentarily considered the idea of simply laying down and giving up. He was so tired, and there was no point in continuing now if Seth wasn't here.... wait, no. If he died out here, Seth would be forever lost, and there would be a zero percent chance in saving him. He had to get to that cave. For Seth.

    Stumbling in the deep snow, Icarus emerged into the cave. Once in the cave, Icarus looked around, clearly shocked that his vision is undeterred. The dim lighting emanating from the oil lamp is a nice change in scenery from the white storm outside, and it revealed that the cave is in fact, not a cave but a mine. It was relatively stable, and probably would not fall when buffeted by winds. The mine was a safe place.

    "If only..." Icarus sniffed. Just a millimeter closer and Icarus could have been safe and snug with Seth in this mine shaft. "I should've listened to you, Seth..."

    As Icarus wallowed in his self pity, a small girl surreptitiously crept up behind Icarus and called him out. "Fufufufufu! Is there something wrong, Onii-chan?" For an unknown reason, Icarus feels a slight chill at these words, despite the lovable voice crying out these words. Onii-chan? Isn't that the japanese word for an older brother? Icarus thought. He turned around and his thoughts were immediately confirmed by type of garb the little girl is wearing. A lace of pink curled itself around the frosty-white kimono, and even the fashion-deficient Icarus can see that it quite fitted her.

    A dazzling smile came out from the little girl, and Icarus was won over. She reminded of him of his own little sister back at home; they both had that affable personality, and a smile that made you want to love them. Despite the turmoil going through Icarus's mind, somehow this little girl created the calm he sorely needed. "Is something wrong?" She asks.

    "Yes... My Gligar and I were journeying to Fizzy Bubbles when a violent storm came up and separated the two of us. I almost got to him, but then the wind pushed him away..."

    "Oh no! That is not good! We can't go out now, but we can still in here till the storm goes down!"

    Finishing her sentence, the girl's tiny hand reaches and clasps Icarus's. "Please stay with me, Onii-chan," She states, in a face that could be considered foul play.

    Icarus's heart weakened at these words, and he felt a tug at the part of the brain that governs feelings. This cuteness was practically melting all his worries and woes away.

    And what could he do? It would be the epitome of stupidity to venture outside now, and he needed to be alive to find Seth. Yes, for now he would wait out the storm with this little girl.

    Icarus felt an urge to spill out various questions at once, but he knew that it would overwhelm the poor child. He decided that the best option would be to introduce himself, and to start a pleasant conversation. The whos and whats would come later.

    "Sure, I would be honored to stay here with you still the storm is up. My name is Icarus, and it's a pleasure to meet you. When do you think the storm would be up?"

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    Forest of Adventure

    Dark Searchman: ((First off: Congrats on the double evolution! And thanks for taking such good care of Eva, the female Ekans you now call Shisato that I had reluctantly dropped off in the AC shortly before the unlimited slots were announced. Second of all, sorry for all the silly grammar mistakes I made in my previous update, I was dead-tired and didn’t proofread. Now, as for the reply itself: it might be just my thing, but I’m not a big fan of updatees breaking the fourth wall while narrating events; it kills off immersion for me, but I realize that’s a personal choice. I won’t say it’s wrong per se, just not my cup of tea, so if you could hold off on doing it in this adventure I’d appreciate it. Sorry :P Everything else looks fine of course, you’ve been around long enough to know what you’re doing. ^^))

    You look in awe and excitement as both of your Ekans grow into imposing Arbok, simultaneously no less! Their fighting spirit burns so strong that the mere prospect of battle triggered their evolution, and now you’re confident about taking down that Serperior and teaching the kid a lesson for messing with you.

    Realizing you have full advantage, both in Type and the numbers game, you order Seshiro and Shisato to kick things off with a show of terror – the combination of the Arbok’s markings and their Leer make the lone Serperior tremble and coil back, as both its will to attack and clarity to defend are compromised by the fear.

    - Oh, a cheater too? You’re just the kind of guy that gives us snake tamers a bad rep, double-teaming a guy who just wanted a fair battle! Two on one, really?! You really slither that low as to go for a handicap match? Hell with that, I’m making this even, you prick!

    The kid reaches for his belt, thoroughly ignoring his pleading Dunsparce who’s clearly eager to help, and hurls a Pokeball in the air.

    - A snake befitting a true master! Come on out, Onix!

    The stone serpent emerges from its Pokeball, and its sheer size fells a number of trees as its immense body reaches the ground. Seshiro and Shisato are taken by surprise and hold off on Glaring at the massive opponent, turning to you in hopes of new orders now that the battle conditions have changed entirely: it’s now officially a Double Battle!

    - Onix, shield Serperior until it regains its fighting drive and send those two packing with a Rock Throw apiece!

    The behemoth positions itself in front of its ally and moves its huge tail like a whip, sending out several boulders that smash into the two Arbok while they turned to you for guidance. Both are quick to recover, but it was still a big hit for each of them; you’ve now been warned.

    The kid’s frustrated expression has turned into a vile grin. Amethyst is seething for battle, but is holding back as per instructed; Seshiro and Shisato both look determined to carry through with this, even if the tides have turned for now…

    What do you do?
    {Yeah, I figured there'd be an issue with my writing style at some point. I know first-person writing isn't allowed, but one could argue that Hyrem isn't the one narrating things; it's actually a future character in FB I hope to introduce farther down the road (hint: it involves the use of the Breeding Center), but more on that when I get to it, dear readers! For now... ONWARD!}

    Hyrem was so excited about Seshiro and Shisato evolving into a pair of magnificent Arbok that all three of them were so excited and wanted to get into the battle, but they had not waited for the other side to give permission to let the Arbok face one Serperior as a team and had already used a combination of their Leers and Intimidating hoods to cause Serperior to cower in fear and suffer substantial losses in both its Attack and Defense. "Oh, a cheater too?" the kid sneered. "You’re just the kind of guy that gives us snake tamers a bad rep, double-teaming a guy who just wanted a fair battle! Two on one, really?! You really slither that low as to go for a handicap match?"

    "Oops," said Hyrem, realizing his mistake as sweat dropped down the back of his head. "Heh, I guess all that evolving they did made me get caught up in it. Sorry about that!" he finished before giving a nervous chuckle. The Seviper next to him used the flat of her tail blade in a facepalm, hissing in embarrassment. Her trainer could be a real dimwit sometimes, who knows where he'd be without Amethyst? Probably frolicking along with that know-it-all Kirlia named Sera without a care in the world or an idea of just how far down the food chain he really was. How was he going to be taken seriously by this guy now? Seshiro and Shisato also realized they may have rushed things a little and were about to go apologize to the Serperior when the kid changed the situation: "Hell with that, I’m making this even, you prick!"

    It seemed like Dunsparce wanted to help, but he was ignored as another Pokemon was sent out. "A snake befitting a true master! Come on out, Onix!" A giant, 30 foot long snake made entirely of boulders, with the head sporting a horn on top, appears out of its Pokeball before crashing to the ground and knocking over a few trees before raising itself to its full height, towering over everyone and causing Hyrem and his two Arbok to stare in awe and fear of this gargantuan. "Whoa..." was all he could say as Dexelle read off the information:

    Onix, the Rock Snake Pokemon. The magnet in its brain gives this Pokemon a sense of direction while tunneling underground for food at speeds of 50 miles per hour. Age can be told by how long it is and by how round and smooth the rock-hard skin is. The older the specimen, the rounder and smoother its body becomes. Older Onix also have bodies as hard as diamond. They tunnel through the ground by twisting and squirming their massive bodies while eating soil, boulders, and smaller Pokemon unlucky enough to be caught in its path, swallowing everything whole.

    "Yeah... that's fine..." he responded to his opponent, still dumbfounded by looking at the Onix he had just sent out. Hyrem had only seen his father's Onix once before, and it was from a very safe distance just from the fact that it was too big for his father to warrant him seeing it up close. Now that he was finally seeing one so close to him, he realized just how small he was compared to the Rock Snake. For this kid to handle such a large Pokemon... that definitely had to take some skill, though he had heard of a few trainers that could raise Onix just fine with only a small amount of experience behind their belt. A Serperior and an Onix... Man, those are Pokemon I still don't have yet... He found himself lost in thought for a moment. Now that I'm seeing them in person like this, I like them even more!

    Shisato and Seshiro were speechless for a completely different reason: fear. They'd never seen a Pokemon almost three times their size and were too nervous about facing Onix to Glare at either him or Serperior. Now that there were two snakes to deal with, one about their size and one... uh, much bigger than them, they turned towards Hyrem wondering what they should do next, but he was still daydreaming and was too distracted to worry about the battle. Amethyst noticed this and figured now was a good time to snap him out of it, so she grabbed his hand with her mouth and started tugging on it urgently, though not with too much force. Needless to say, it got his attention. "Hey, stop!" he ordered Amethyst, to which she allowed him the privilege of using his arm again and pointed her tail blade towards the battle. "Oh, right, heh!" he chuckled, to which she rolled her eyes, muttering something to the effect of "Oh, brother..." to herself.

    "Onix, shield Serperior until it regains its fighting drive and send those two packing with a Rock Throw apiece!" With that order, Onix indeed puts its massive bulk in between the cobras and the python and slings its Rocky tail to Throw some large boulders that smack into Seshiro and Shisato while they were still turned towards Hyrem waiting for orders! Each of them hiss in pain from that attack, they both took quite a bit of damage and started to take defensive postures, still determined to prove their worth, but not so sure of themselves now, and the other kid started to grin as he noticed a morale drop on the other side. Amethyst, however, wasn't as convinced they could handle it (plus she wanted a piece of the action too, darnit!) and was ready to spring herself into the thick of it should Hyrem give the word, but it didn't come. (She stayed ready to pounce, however, just in case.)

    "All right you two, sorry for getting distracted there! Now I'm ready! Seshiro, try to get in close with a Bite on Serperior, then turn around for an Ice Fang on Onix! Shisato, stay back and use Screech on Onix before spitting some Acid Serperior's way!" Hyrem was fine with his opponent calling out another Pokemon to make things fair; it just meant that maybe his Serperior was recently evolved, in which case two Arbok would trump one Serperior. Both of his Pokemon were probably still stronger than the Arbok, but if they played it right they could still win despite the odds being in his favor. "By the way," Hyrem asked the kid, "who are you anyway? I don't think I've ever heard of you, and the only snake master I know of is Pike Queen Lucy of the Battle Frontier! Hard to call yourself the 'original' snake master if Queen Lucy came before you!"
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    Escalion: The devastated Snorunt gazes up at you, the pain in her eyes replaced with joy as she realises the value of the gift you are bestowing upon her. She accepts your Casteliacone graciously, touching the cold, creamy mixture to her baby's lips, and you watch as, very slowly, that toxic tint begins to fade from the little Snorunt's features. You breathe a sigh of relief, happy to know you've helped, but your relief is short-lived for at that moment you hear a gruff voice say, "Well, well, well, what have we here? It seems we've found ourselves some trespassers, Geodude, what do you think?" Turning, you see the two Geodude you'd been battling a few minutes ago laughing raucously beside a tall, thin man wearing a ranger's uniform. He looks to be in his early forties, his long greying brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Judging from the state of his clothing, his overgrown stubble, and the general vibe of the man, you're gathering that he's been roughing it out here for a couple of weeks at least, and that despite appearances, he's no ranger. You glance down at Snorunt who is standing protectively in front of her offspring. Although her little baby is on the mend it still needs time to rest, so the best thing for her to do is stay put for the time being. This "ranger" doesn't seem to want you about, however, his dark eyes boring into you. "You can't stay here," he says gruffly. "These old mine shafts aren't stable, and if you felt that tremor a few minutes ago you'll know what I'm talking about. These tunnels need to be sealed off so you're going to need to leave." He stands aside, both his Geodude grinning widely at you, and waits for you to move. It seems he's not going to make a move to leave until he knows you're gone, however, so you can either play along and leave now, or opt to stay and possibly end up in over your head. Snorunt nudges your leg, gesturing toward her baby. It seems she'd like your help to get her offspring out of here as well so maybe you should take this as your ticket to get out while you can. Roggenrolas seems to think leaving will be a good idea and starts to wander out, Snorunt's healthy baby walking along side her. "Hey!" the ranger barks, taking a step forward and glaring at Snorunt. "They need to stay here! They're a protected species, you can't take them with you!"
    Judging by the expression on her face Rowan can see that the Snorunt understands what he tries to do. Her eyes, so full of pain before, start to shine with joy. The Snorunt thankfully accepts the Casteliacone offered to her and feeds the cold, creamy , vanilla flavored mixture to her baby. Rowan looks on, a big smile on his face and happy he could be of help.

    "See," he says softly, "it looks like to poison is starting to leave the little one's body already, I can see that purple shade fading away already." Rowan then turns to Roggenrola, "I believe I have to apologize to you to, if it wasn't for you running off this little one might have died."

    "Roggenrola!" she replies happily, which Rowan takes as an acceptance of his appology.

    He then smiles and breathes a sigh of relief as he notices the purple shade on the little Snorunt's face is all gone, together with the Casteliacone. Rowan then finally gets up and packs his bag. But the good feeling he had from being able to heal the little Snorunt soon turns into suspicion as a not so friendly voice speaks up from behind."

    "Well, well, well, what have we here? It seems we've found ourselves some trespassers, Geodude, what do you think?"

    Rowan turns around to see who is talking to him, and what he sees only makes him more suspicious. He sees a tall, middle aged man who wearing a rather worn out ranger outfit. This on itself would not be much of problem were it not for the two Geodude that stand next to the man. A true ranger would not have his Pokémon attack other, wild Pokémon out of nowhere. And then there is his general appearance. The beard, the long greying hair, the worn out clothing make Rowan believe he must be out in the mountains for weeks and he has to try hard to suppress a disgusted look. But he knows he should not show it, he may think it, but not show it, he was taught to be a gentleman at all times after all. But putting one and one together Rowan realizes that despite the outfit the man is not a ranger.

    'What does this man want?' Rowan thinks, 'He is no ranger that much is for certain, but what is he? Is he here for the gold too? For rare Pokémon?' Rowan quickly glances at the Snorunt family. The mother doesn't look like she's trusting the man either as she is shielding her children. The poisoned little one is healed of the poison, but Rowan knows it still needs time to rest and it would be best for the family to stay in their cavern together. The "ranger" however does not seem to want Rowan to be sticking around with the Snorunt.

    "You can't stay here," he says unfriendly and with a dark look in his eyes. "These old mine shafts aren't stable, and if you felt that tremor a few minutes ago you'll know what I'm talking about. These tunnels need to be sealed off so you're going to need to leave." The man and his Geodude then step away from the entrance to give Rowan passage, obviously waiting for his to leave. The big grins on the Geodude's faces however tell Rowan he should not and he thinks quickly, 'Okay, what are my options, play along or keep my grounds? I have to make sure the Snorunt stay safe, I cannot abandon them and leave them here with this guy. I have to stay.'

    However, just as Rowan wants to speak up he feels the mother Snorunt nudging his leg. He looks down and sees her gesturing towards her children, trying to make clear that she wants to leave the place together with her kids. The gesture of the Snorunt is enough for Roggenrola to make her way out and start hopping away, accompanied by the healthy one of the two Snorunt kids. Rowan then decides that maybe he should indeed go and see the Snorunt out safely.

    "Hey!" the man suddenly barks, taking a step forward and glaring at Snorunt. "They need to stay here! They're a protected species, you can't take them with you!"

    "I'm sorry sir," Rowan says slightly surprised, "I am not taking them anywhere, the Snorunt want to go out." He realizes he has to play it smart and make the man believe he thinks that he is a real ranger and so he continues in a polite and friendly fashion. "You said it yourself sir, these mines are unstable. I felt the tremor from before and I am sure these Snorunt did too. They want to leave for a safer place I would guess. And sir, if you plan on sealing off these tunnels, you, as a ranger, must certainly understand that we cannot let these Snorunt stay here. What if the tunnels collapse on them? They would die and no-one would be able to help, probably not even you as ranger. So please sir ranger, I understand that Snorunt are a protected Pokémon and I swear I will not harm them, but please allow me to see them to safety. Off all people you must surely understand how I would feel if I were to leave them behind, especially since the little one here has been sick."

    Rowan then walks towards Roggenrola and the little Snorunt that is with her, hoping to get everyone with him so that they can get away from the "ranger" as quick as possible as the only thing on Rowan's mind right now is the safety of the Snorunt, he has completely forgotten about the work he came here for in the first place and the gold he found underway.
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    ((Well, so much for the Summer being less busy... I am going to be devoting more of my time to the AR than ever before given the current announcement, though, so hopefully you'll be seeing more of these updates~! Once again, everyone's looking good, so I'm just continuing right along.))


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    MarbleZone – More and more, it seemed to Levin that he was no longer in control of his own dream. A psychic ranch? A little boy named Raz? Why would Levin dream of such things? Something else had to be at work here, but it was too early to tell what it might be… Even so, despite Levin’s reluctance to act as a mentor to this silly child, he could not help but think of his older brother Ivan, who would have acted as a calm, mature voice of reason for young Raz. Part of reconciling with the spirit of his brother meant looking to him for guidance, and in this instance, Ivan’s influence was clearly pushing Levin toward a role that Ivan once played himself… that of the older brother. In spite of his normally prideful, arrogant attitude, Levin finds himself agreeing to help Raz track down the elusive Ralts, much to the boy’s excitement, though he encourages Raz to complete the capture himself. After all, the young boy would never learn how to become a competent trainer if he didn’t learn to take some initiative and act independently. Levin ends his agreement with the warning that just because one catches a Pokemon doesn’t mean that the Pokemon will automatically become obedient. Even if Levin wasn’t the type to give sermons on the importance of caring for Pokemon and responding to their unique needs, the idea that any Pokemon will listen to you the moment it finds itself caught in a Pokeball was a very dangerous one that needed to be corrected immediately. This puzzles the formerly exuberant Raz, causing him to tilt his head with some confusion at Levin’s statement.

    “Gee, when Ma and Pa bring in new Pokemon for the ranch, even the wildest critters’ll listen to what they have to say…” After a moment of contemplation, young Raz finally nods his head with resolution. “I’ll have to ask ‘em how they do it! You should talk to ‘em too when you have the chance, mister. They know lots a’ stuff ‘bout psychic Pokemon. Say… what’d you say your name was?”

    Before Levin has a chance to answer the boy’s question, the presence of the Ralts suddenly distracts him. As disappointed as Raz is by his failed attempt at capture, Levin attempts to motivate him by encouraging him to keep trying. After all, it could be a lot of work for even skilled trainers like Levin to earn the trust of certain Pokemon, and if Raz became the type who was easily discouraged, he would never make it as a trainer. Raz sniffles a bit, but quickly becomes distracted by Levin’s sudden change in expression. The older trainer trails off mid-sentence, seized by the premonition of Ralts’ location. Raz immediately begins looking around himself, trusting the trainer’s instinct. “You sense it? Where’d it go?” Raz looks toward Levin eagerly, who responds by pointing the way and commenting that Raz’s little friend seems to want to play a game of tag. A playful smirk forms on Raz’s face. “Tag? Ooooh… Well, that means you’re IT!” Raz taps Levin on the leg and immediately runs off in the direction Levin indicated, laughing has he does. Levin is likely not thrilled by the prospect of playing games with this young child, but nevertheless chases after him. He did promise to help Raz capture that Ralts, after all… and the way the creature had tried to contact Levin was certainly difficult to ignore.

    Raz and Levin race down the unmarked path leading to Mediville’s Western district. The dream world was still full of familiar faces and buildings for Levin, which pass by in a flash as Levin sprints down the street. This little kid was a fast one, and his small stature only adds to his agility. The little Ralts, sensing Raz and Levin’s pursuit, appears on the street for a brief moment or two, only to disappear when the eager Raz is in range, reappearing farther away. Even when Raz flashed berries from his pocket, or did his best to urge the Ralts that he didn’t want to hurt it, the Ralts would still teleport away. Something about this seemed like more than just a nervous Pokemon evading capture to Levin… There was something about the teleportation pattern, which led Raz and Levin farther and farther down the street, that seemed like they were being led somewhere. Feet pounding against the cobblestone steps, Levin feels a pang of nostalgia as he passes a building strikingly similar to his childhood home, and he feels the urge to look and see if it really was the house from his past… Only to see the vision distort and shift into a gutted, unrecognizable structure. Faces staring at him from the street were beginning to look more sinister than nostalgic, their gaze more accusatory than warm and friendly. And everyone… everyone… seemed to be looking at him from the corner of his eye, only to turn away when he focused in on them. Raz, focused on his goal of capturing Ralts, does not seem to notice the change in the atmosphere around him, and he charges on, eager to capture the teleporting Pokemon.

    At the end of the road, Levin can see that the Ralts seems to be heading toward an old apothecary, which has long since been abandoned and left to rot. It was hard to tell, but there seemed to be some kind of vapor or mist leaking out from underneath the door and into the air. Shadows were beginning to play in the corner of Levin’s eyes, though there was no immediate threat that Levin could directly identify… Where was this Ralts leading them, exactly? Something wasn’t right about this, but Raz seemed painfully oblivious to the mounting sense of hostility brewing around them…

    What will Levin do?



    Forest of Adventure


    Missingno. Master – Keith finds himself feeling more and more at ease with this group of assassins, particularly given their choice of Pokemon; many of the creatures that accompany the members of the group bring back memories of Keith’s own team, and Keith cannot help but reminisce about Hedwig’s younger days while watching the infant Zubat feed on the arm of the older man. Of course, Keith had reservations about letting Hedwig feed upon his own blood when she was a Zubat, particularly given her enthusiasm around feeding. He would never see himself acting like this older man, for fear that he might be bled dry one day. This train of thought regarding the proper training of the Zubat line is soon interrupted by the scene at the stream, the explanation of which brings the beginnings of tears to the poison trainer’s eyes. Clearly, this Tentacool had already been through a lot in her short life, and though the assassins seemed to have the best of intentions for her, Keith could not even begin to imagine how the little Tentacool must feel, even if her assumptions about being punished were completely false.

    Tzila takes the opportunity to ask Keith if he has any questions, and the trainer wastes no time presenting her with three in rapid succession. Itzal’s expression turns to one of amusement as Keith asks whether or not the people whom they kill deserve their fate, and eagerly rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet until Keith is finally done speaking, at which point he immediately launches into a speech of his own;

    “Now, that’s a relative question, isn’t it? I’m sure if you revived our targets and asked them, they would say they don’t deserve it, hmmmm?” Itzal laughs a bit. “It all depends on your perception. Do we think they deserve it? Of course! The Voice of the Forest has called for their blood, and we answer that voice. The Voice is not a violent one in general-“

    “…But if it must be done, it must be done,” the older man with the Zubat pipes in with a gravelly voice, his old, dark eyes tilting upward slowly and deliberately. “Those who commit crimes against the forest, against nature itself… More and more, we find ourselves needing to deal with these threats, from malicious firestarters to corporate mongrels to horrific abominations. Men and women who have destroyed the homes and lives of countless Pokemon in the name of progress, or expansion, or research… or plain ol’ destruction for the sake of destruction.” The man locks eyes with Keith, his gaze intense and unwavering. “See, when people think of the forest, they think of cute little grass and bug types, skittering around, innocent and carefree… but poison is a part of this forest, too. Poison is its primary defense. That is why the Voice of the Forest has called to us… and calls to you now.”

    Tzila nods with a reverent expression. “The Voice calls those humans it believes will serve the forests. Those called to the Tao of Rose are paired with beloved grass-types to promote growth and life… We, the Tao of Thorn, must keep to our duty of defending the forest with our precious poison types by the cutting down and killing of those who seek to cause harm. The Voice… it knows that what it asks is not glamorous, or even pleasant. It is a creature of peace and tranquility… but these aspects alone will not keep the forest safe. Even the delicate rose must carry thorns in her defense.”

    As Tzila explains the Tao of Rose and Tao of Thorn to Keith, Itzal reaches into the black cloth band across his waist, and produces a rolled-up scroll, which he then hands to the poison-type trainer. Obtained the Mission Scroll. “The Voice has already chosen a target for you,” Itzal explains. “A poacher has been spotted in the woods, murdering Seviper and Arbok so that their skins, fangs and venom can be sold to the Black Market. A rendering of the poacher is drawn upon that scroll, as well as her last known whereabouts. You must know that it is a sin against The Voice to kill Pokemon, even if they are following the orders of a morally reprehensible trainer, so please keep this in mind when attempting to eliminate your target. Ideally, she will either be eliminated before she can call upon Pokemon to defend herself, or the kill should be made stealthily enough that these Pokemon are not alerted at all.” Itzal nods in the direction of the female Tentacool, who has been doing her very best to pretend that she is not listening in on the conversation. “The Tentacool you asked about will indeed be accompanying you on your mission. You may use any Pokemon you like, but it is advisable to start building a relationship with your future assassination partner. I suggest you treat her kindly; any mistreatment will result in immediate action against you. If you ask her, she will provide poison to coat any weapon that you have on hand. Feel free to use this, if you like…” Itzal reaches into his belt and removes the dagger from earlier; this time, Tzila makes no effort to intervene as he hands the dagger to Keith. Obtained the Thorn Dagger.

    The Tentacool eyes Keith with great curiosity as Itzal recalls her to her Pokeball, handing that Pokeball to Keith. “Do not think that she is yours yet. You will have to successfully perform an assassination and go through the ritual before she can be considered bound to you.” Itzal pauses for a moment. “Now, is there anything I’m forgetting…?” Suddenly, his eyes widen with realization. “OH! Right! Our eyes. Well, drinking poison outright from the get-go would kill any normal human. Perhaps not you…” Itzal eyes Keith for a moment before continuing. “But anyway, when we start drinking poison, we have to mix it with a special compound to keep it from outright killing everyone who drinks it. It’s still not a perfect solution, and many still die on their first sip… but it at least ensures that some survive the process. As our systems become more and more used to the poison of our partners, we wean ourselves off the compound, but one of the side effects of that compound is one’s eyes turning black over time.” Itzal finishes his explanation with a satisfied nod, as he motions to Tzila to open the door for Keith to go and complete his mission.

    “Your first task, of course, will be locating your target. The map should give you the last known coordinates of your target, but that will likely not be enough… You will need to think of a way to find her. This is part of your training, so do not think for one second that Tzila or myself will be giving you any hints.” Itzal chuckles a bit. “If there are no more questions… then happy hunting!”

    What will Keith do?


    Son_of_Shadows – With a number of intriguing questions swirling around their minds, the two self-made investigators set off in the direction of the arrow. Even if Joshua and Trucy were more reminiscent of Turner & Hooch than the great detective duo of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous novels, the pair is ready to investigate the mysterious message given to them by the spirit of Metapod. It was a serious, important mission, to be sure, but Joshua also couldn’t resist the feeling of excitement at the prospect of engaging in some detective work. After all, the allure to solving mysteries and apprehending criminals through the power of deduction and wit was something very familiar to Joshua, who had once dreamed of becoming a prosecuting attorney or a detective. His passion for acting would ultimately lead him down a different path, but the desire to become an agent of justice in an often cruel, unjust world… Joshua could never really say that he had fully grown out of it. For the sake of Metapod, Joshua would need that passion to find the shadowy figure of the vision and avenge the deceased pupa.

    Rather than waste time investigating the high-hanging cocoons which could easily be traps for unwary investigators (or an angry swarm of Beedrill waiting to hatch), Joshua and Trucy decide instead to solve the mystery of the strange, metallic grinding noise and the soft human voice they hear off in the distance by boldly approaching its source. A potentially dangerous choice, but Joshua is not about to run in without a plan; relying heavily upon his acting skills, Joshua intends to feign aimless wandering and complete confusion. Not a hard role to play, given that he had begun his adventure disoriented and confused from an unexpected teleportation. In truth, he still didn’t really know where he was, other than a forest of some sort. Perhaps the source of the noise would be able to inform him while he subtly investigated the scene with Trucy. After giving his Kadabra a warning to remain on the defensive in the event that they encounter any hostile characters, Joshua moves towards the sounds, calling out clearly; "Excuse me? Hello? I seem to be a little lost... Could you tell me where I am?"

    Before Joshua is able to discern the source of the voice, the trainer comes face to face with an astonishing sight; a trio of Butterfree toil away with tools that seem to have been designed for their tiny paws at a giant metallic cocoon, big enough that Joshua could easily step inside. The cocoon’s polished steel shell is carefully etched with strange symbols that Joshua cannot recognize, which the Butterfree are carefully etching into the metal with their tools. Perhaps more impressive than the cocoon, however, are the Butterfree themselves. Almost twice as large as any Butterfree Joshua has ever seen before, these creatures are astonishingly beautiful. Their ruby-red eyes twinkle like gemstones against the stunning royal purple sheen of their bodies. Their iridescent wings seem to sparkle with more colors than the rainbow, and this wide palate of colors flickers with each beat of their wings. As stunning as they are, however, Joshua cannot help but sense something about them, as if there was something slightly off about these Butterfree, despite their incredible beauty. Even so, Joshua cannot help but watch in awe as the Butterfree toil away at their creation; in fact, he is so enthralled by the project that he is startled when the human voice from earlier calls back to answer him. “Lost, huh? Do you at least know you’re in the Arcane Forest? The Arcane Realms?”

    The owner of the distinctly male voice is soon revealed to Joshua as a thin, scraggly-haired man emerges from the thick foliage, his gaunt face covered in acne scars and red patches. Joshua attempts not to stare at the man’s crooked teeth and horrible skin as he addresses Joshua with an amused smirk, nodding towards the Butterfree. “Beautiful, aren’t they? I’d wager they are the healthiest, most stunning Butterfree in all of the Arcane Realms… Hell, in all of Fizzytopia.” The man looks at Joshua with an odd twinkle in his dark eyes. “You chose a good time to get lost, friend. We could actually use some help from you and your Pokemon there. That is… if you’re not in a hurry?”

    How will Joshua and Trucy respond?

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    The Phanpy does not enjoy your prescence at the moment, as your sudden movement startled the poor thing and caused it to run away. Knowing that Chichi does not have much time left before he passes out from exertion, you run into the bushes, trying to keep a track of the Phanpy. Fortunately, this is easier done than said. This little one was obviously an infant, or maybe something close to a toddler, and it was not the most graceful of runners. You can see dent marks where the Phanpy had tripped and landed face-first into the dirt, a large blow that looks like soembody took a giant baseball bat to it. Further along you see a log that was stuck in the ground blown away, pushed completely to the side. This little Phanpy may be just an infant, but already it was showing signs of having the power of its evolution. And if this thing was just an infant, who knows where its mother, a mighty Donphan, could be? This was making you start to regret following this Phanpy, but it was for Chichi, so you carried on, pushing ever ahead. You run into a clearing, and you see a tree nearly busted in half, a huge dent in the middle of the trunk that seems like it is ready to break. To the side of the tree you see the Phanpy, breathing heavily. You stop for a moment and think about what has happened.

    While the Phanpy was running, it must have believed that it could push the tree out of its way. It did have enough strength to blow the log out of the middle of the trail, so to the little Phanpy, this was going to be no different. But, this tree was alive, and strong, and while the Phanpy had managed to do a number to the tree, it didn't break through it, and it seems to be injured, or just very exhausted at the least from colliding into the tree. You run over to the Phanpy, and kneel down by it. The Phanpy's breaths are very labored, and you seriously wonder if the poor thing really did injure itself trying to run away from you. It was no good keeping this thing in the open where a wild predator might come away and snatch it up, so you pick the Phanpy up, and an Oran Berry comes out of its ear. You look both way, suspicious of any wild Pokemon, and check Phanpy's ears. There is no more Oran Berries, and this one is the last one Phanpy had. You look at it, and notice how deep of a blue it is. It is definetely packed full of energy and nutrients, and Chichi sees this as it looks out of your hood. "Chi...Chi!" The Chinchou says, making it known that it wants the Oran Berry. Of course your intention was to get the Oran Berry for your Pokemon, but with this Phanpy in serious trouble itself, giving it to Chichi might mean the end for the Phanpy. But if you give it to the Phanpy, who knows what might happen to Chichi as well? This is a tough decision to make. Do you give it to your own, or to you give it to others?

    What will you do?
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    Light was worried that following the trial of the Phanpy would be difficult, but it seemed that the Phanpy was young and had left an astonishing amount of damage in its wake. As Light rushed down the new trail, he spoke to Chichi “Wow this is incredible,” before taking a deep breath and continuing; “it looks like we’ll have to be careful of its strength.”

    Chichi was exhausted but managed a week chuckle. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Light continued to follow the new and deeply damaged trail. As he rushed passed yet another dented tree, he realised that the Phanpy must be pretty hurt, and grew worried.

    I hope that it’s not hurt, I don’t want to have” Light’s thoughts were interrupted as a huge sound echoed thought the forest, it was the sound of ripping tree trunks seeming in protest, braches snapping, then for a moment; silence *BOOM*. The cries of distressed Pokémon filled the forest. Any Pokémon that could fly took to its wings and blasted into the sky. The slower of the land Pokémon were left to find hiding places to avoid getting trampled by the bigger and faster ones.

    “HOLY S**T, what the heck was that!” resisting the urge to flee with the other Pokémon rushing past him Light continued onwards, in part to see what happened, and to find Phanpy. After running for a few more seconds, his body laced with fear, Light came across what had terrified the patrons of the forest. It was an unassuming log that had been thrown from the path with huge force into the forest. It was obvious that the Phanpy had done this. Worried more than ever that he had bitten off more than he could chew, Light continued after the elephant.

    “There it is!” said Light as he rounded a corner into a clearing and spotted the Phanpy lying against a tree. This tree, like the other one that Light had passed, was in the middle of the new path. The Phanpy had obviously assumed that it would blow away this one as well, but as the tree was very strong and alive it survived his attack and stopped the little elephant in its tracks.

    As Light ran up to the Phanpy he paused as he admired the damage the Pokémon had done to the tree, then leaning over the Phanpy, he examined it for injuries.

    “No, no, no! I can’t believe he’s this bad off” Light cried, shocked. The Phanpy was exhausted, and obviously it would be very bad if it didn’t receive any help very soon.
    “Well anyway, I better move Phanpy away before any big Pokémon come back.” As Light lifted the Phanpy, an Oran Berry fell out from behind its ear. Quickly placing the Phanpy on the ground, Light picked it up and noticed its deep blue color and realised that it must be a very powerful Oran Berry. Sadly, upon further inspection it appears that was the only one.

    Chichi, drawn by the sent given off by the Oran Berry, poked out of Light’s hood “Chi… Chi!”

    “I know you want it Chichi, one sec Shoot, only one. Well, if I give it to Chichi, the Phanpy’s life will be in danger, but giving to the Phanpy will be bad for Chichi. Ugh, what to do? Wait! I’ve got it ” Leaning down to the Phanpy’s ear and placing a Pokéball [url= [/url] in front of it, Light continued “Hey, if you touch the button on the front of the Pokéball I can get you to help fast. What do you think?”

    Then if the Phanpy gets into the Pokéball Light plans to give the berry to Chichi, otherwise he will give it to the Phanpy and ask if he knows where to find more.


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    Missingno. Master – Keith finds himself feeling more and more at ease with this group of assassins, particularly given their choice of Pokemon; many of the creatures that accompany the members of the group bring back memories of Keith’s own team, and Keith cannot help but reminisce about Hedwig’s younger days while watching the infant Zubat feed on the arm of the older man. Of course, Keith had reservations about letting Hedwig feed upon his own blood when she was a Zubat, particularly given her enthusiasm around feeding. He would never see himself acting like this older man, for fear that he might be bled dry one day. This train of thought regarding the proper training of the Zubat line is soon interrupted by the scene at the stream, the explanation of which brings the beginnings of tears to the poison trainer’s eyes. Clearly, this Tentacool had already been through a lot in her short life, and though the assassins seemed to have the best of intentions for her, Keith could not even begin to imagine how the little Tentacool must feel, even if her assumptions about being punished were completely false.

    Tzila takes the opportunity to ask Keith if he has any questions, and the trainer wastes no time presenting her with three in rapid succession. Itzal’s expression turns to one of amusement as Keith asks whether or not the people whom they kill deserve their fate, and eagerly rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet until Keith is finally done speaking, at which point he immediately launches into a speech of his own;

    “Now, that’s a relative question, isn’t it? I’m sure if you revived our targets and asked them, they would say they don’t deserve it, hmmmm?” Itzal laughs a bit. “It all depends on your perception. Do we think they deserve it? Of course! The Voice of the Forest has called for their blood, and we answer that voice. The Voice is not a violent one in general-“

    “…But if it must be done, it must be done,” the older man with the Zubat pipes in with a gravelly voice, his old, dark eyes tilting upward slowly and deliberately. “Those who commit crimes against the forest, against nature itself… More and more, we find ourselves needing to deal with these threats, from malicious firestarters to corporate mongrels to horrific abominations. Men and women who have destroyed the homes and lives of countless Pokemon in the name of progress, or expansion, or research… or plain ol’ destruction for the sake of destruction.” The man locks eyes with Keith, his gaze intense and unwavering. “See, when people think of the forest, they think of cute little grass and bug types, skittering around, innocent and carefree… but poison is a part of this forest, too. Poison is its primary defense. That is why the Voice of the Forest has called to us… and calls to you now.”

    Tzila nods with a reverent expression. “The Voice calls those humans it believes will serve the forests. Those called to the Tao of Rose are paired with beloved grass-types to promote growth and life… We, the Tao of Thorn, must keep to our duty of defending the forest with our precious poison types by the cutting down and killing of those who seek to cause harm. The Voice… it knows that what it asks is not glamorous, or even pleasant. It is a creature of peace and tranquility… but these aspects alone will not keep the forest safe. Even the delicate rose must carry thorns in her defense.”

    As Tzila explains the Tao of Rose and Tao of Thorn to Keith, Itzal reaches into the black cloth band across his waist, and produces a rolled-up scroll, which he then hands to the poison-type trainer. Obtained the Mission Scroll. “The Voice has already chosen a target for you,” Itzal explains. “A poacher has been spotted in the woods, murdering Seviper and Arbok so that their skins, fangs and venom can be sold to the Black Market. A rendering of the poacher is drawn upon that scroll, as well as her last known whereabouts. You must know that it is a sin against The Voice to kill Pokemon, even if they are following the orders of a morally reprehensible trainer, so please keep this in mind when attempting to eliminate your target. Ideally, she will either be eliminated before she can call upon Pokemon to defend herself, or the kill should be made stealthily enough that these Pokemon are not alerted at all.” Itzal nods in the direction of the female Tentacool, who has been doing her very best to pretend that she is not listening in on the conversation. “The Tentacool you asked about will indeed be accompanying you on your mission. You may use any Pokemon you like, but it is advisable to start building a relationship with your future assassination partner. I suggest you treat her kindly; any mistreatment will result in immediate action against you. If you ask her, she will provide poison to coat any weapon that you have on hand. Feel free to use this, if you like…” Itzal reaches into his belt and removes the dagger from earlier; this time, Tzila makes no effort to intervene as he hands the dagger to Keith. Obtained the Thorn Dagger.

    The Tentacool eyes Keith with great curiosity as Itzal recalls her to her Pokeball, handing that Pokeball to Keith. “Do not think that she is yours yet. You will have to successfully perform an assassination and go through the ritual before she can be considered bound to you.” Itzal pauses for a moment. “Now, is there anything I’m forgetting…?” Suddenly, his eyes widen with realization. “OH! Right! Our eyes. Well, drinking poison outright from the get-go would kill any normal human. Perhaps not you…” Itzal eyes Keith for a moment before continuing. “But anyway, when we start drinking poison, we have to mix it with a special compound to keep it from outright killing everyone who drinks it. It’s still not a perfect solution, and many still die on their first sip… but it at least ensures that some survive the process. As our systems become more and more used to the poison of our partners, we wean ourselves off the compound, but one of the side effects of that compound is one’s eyes turning black over time.” Itzal finishes his explanation with a satisfied nod, as he motions to Tzila to open the door for Keith to go and complete his mission.

    “Your first task, of course, will be locating your target. The map should give you the last known coordinates of your target, but that will likely not be enough… You will need to think of a way to find her. This is part of your training, so do not think for one second that Tzila or myself will be giving you any hints.” Itzal chuckles a bit. “If there are no more questions… then happy hunting!”

    What will Keith do?
    Keith listened intently as Tzila explained that while their victims would obviously think they didn't deserve such fates, they thought otherwise. The older man with the Zubat chimed in to explain that their targets were those who commit crimes against the forest and nature, those who destroy the homes and the lives of Pokémon. Myrtle found herself listening intently as well, and not without good reason- she had, after all, some unfortunate experiences with such people, one of them proving fatal to her. Tzila continued speaking, explaining that the Voice of the forest knows that what it asks of them isn't pleasant, but peace alone won't protect the forest. Keith nodded in response to this explanation, for he could sort of see her point. Sometimes, extreme measures had to be taken to protect that which one deeply cares about...

    Keith was then given the Mission Scroll, as Itzal explained that a target had been chosen for him already- a poacher who kills Seviper and Arbok to sell their skins, fangs, and venom. Keith could almost feel his blood boiling at this already- as he owned a Seviper and an Arbok of his own, he could neither condone nor forgive this sort of behavior. Myrtle turned to look at Keith, impressed by the feeling of rage growing within her trainer. Now, Keith wanted little more than to stop this poacher before she kills another Seviper or Arbok, but he listened as Itzal went on to explain that the Tentacool they had spoken about would indeed be accompanying him, and that while he was allowed to use any Pokémon he liked, he was advised to start to build a relationship with the Tentacool if she was to become his future assassination partner. He nodded as he was advised to treat her kindly- that would be no problem, he knew. Now, he was handed the Thorn Dagger, before Itzal returned the Tentacool to her Poké Ball. He handed the ball to Keith, and informed him that he still had to succeed in an assassination attempt and undergo the ritual before the Water/Poison-type would be considered to truly be his. Keith nodded in response to this, before Itzal launched into an explanation about how they mixed poison with a special compound before giving it to first-time drinkers so that the poison wouldn't kill them outright, and they slowly weaned themselves off the compound, though this compound had the side effect of turning their eyes black. The solution, he explained, wasn't a perfect one, as there were still fatalities, but it did help some to survive the process.

    With that, the door was opened, and Itzal told Keith that his first task, obviously, was to locate the target. The map would provide him with his target's last known coordinates, but it wasn't likely to be sufficient. As it was part of his training, he should expect no hints.

    "Alright," nodded Keith as he carefully tucked the thorn dagger into his belt. He still had the Mission Scroll in one hand, and Tentacool's Poké Ball in the other. "No, I don't think I had any more questions, thanks." With that, he carefully ventured outside, looking around to make sure nobody else was around. Once he was outside, he turned to face Myrtle, but the Shuppet spoke up first.

    "So," Myrtle said to him. "I for one ap-prove of this new line of work for you, Meat Sack," she stated, before switching to Shuppet language. "Ridding this forest of those who would destroy the Pokémon living in it? If only there was someone like that patrolling the seas near Cinnabar Island..."

    Keith nodded. "Well, I'm still not sure if I'll be committing myself to this whole thing," he admitted in Shuppet language, "but while I'm making my decision, I'm more than willing to stop that poacher from killing innocent snake Pokémon."

    "So what will you do first?" the Shuppet asked him, switching back to English.

    In response, Keith looked at the Poké Ball in his hand. "Well, I guess the logical first step would be to get to know my future partner," he said as he threw the ball into the air. "Go! Tentacool!" he exclaimed, albeit in a hushed voice so as to not draw unwanted attention to himself. The ball opened up, and Tentacool materialized, Keith catching her expertly in his arms. "Hey there, Tentacool," Keith smiled as he addressed the Water/Poison-type. "My name's Keith. It looks like we're gonna be working together, that sound good to you?"

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    The beautiful expanse of the countryside. Fields of farmland as far as the eye can see, pastures and Miltank and Rapidash grazing in the fields over yonder. I personally would love to live out in the rural areas, but alas, sometimes all one can do is visit. And visit you will. With your destination being Mediville, a place where trainers comes to raise up weak Pokemon so that they could hold their own in other more dangerous areas. Your Abra next to you isn't as strong as many of your Pokemon, so this would be a good place for it as well.

    You lay down in the field, looking around as you see nothing but beautiful tranquil skies and green pasture land. You think about sugary things, like cake, pie, cheesecake, candy, pastries...best not to think about this too much. Type 1 diabetes is no joke, and it will be eventually fatal if not treated. But here, in the field, with your Abra, you can forget about these things, forget about the hospitals and the collars and the insulin. You can forget all of that and just be in peace.

    But, this peace is not long-lasting. You hear the sound of wings flapping behind you, and as you get up, you see a bird staring at you, with no fear in its eyes. This bird is small, gray bird with a small black beak, orange eyes, a little bit of pink above its back, and black and gray wings. You know this Pokemon as a Pidove, a bird Pokemon. He looks at you, giving a quizzical look...like it was expecting something from you and you weren't delivering. It looks at you some more before flapping its wings and coming closer to you. "Pi? Dove?" It was definitely looking for something, and now it was looking at you even more intensely. Your Abra doesn't seem at all fazed by the bird, still sleeping away quietly as the bird comes closer and closer to you. The bird then hops next you, and says, "Pidove?" Maybe this bird is hungry or something?

    What will you do?

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    Alice had closed her eyes, ready to just doze back off, when the flapping of wings and a few stray feathers to the face tickled for attention. She jumped, flailing a bit, and peered backwards, spotting a curious Pidove. It was surprisingly fearless of humans given the rural territory it held, and so she didn't hesitate to pull herself up, groaning nosily as she did. Lazy, lazy.

    "Look, Abra! It's a Ryouta~!" The trainer announced playfully, referring to the bird Pokemon styled dating sim, Hatoful Boyfriend, that she had played before. Abra didn't bother to respond, but that didn't matter too much. It would have just been nice to have someone to fuss around with.

    Pidove was hopping closer and closer, until it was right next to her, and Alice smiled warmly. "You're really cute, you know. You have a nice voice, or coo, or whatever you call it." She beamed, deciding to lie back down, on her front this time. "Did you want company? Or feeding or something? I have berries, pokeblocks, poffins, castelia cones and some water if you like. In my bag. You can even help yourself, just try not to peck it to pieces." The trainer offered, pointing her nose towards the white tote sat not far away.

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    gmoyes: Leaving Phi behind to sabotage the truck you take a deep breath and enter the tavern with Metang behind you and Nidoran♀ at your feet. A sixth sense immediately alerts you to a sense of danger. If you'd have thought this through properly it would have been better to enter the place discreetly, but with Bravo as your apparent bodyguard every head in the dimly lit smoke-filled room turns toward you. Some look away, not at all interested, others snicker, and some head straight for a door in the back corner of the room, but nowhere are the two men you are looking for. Too late to back out now you walk inside, completely failing to look inconspicuous, and take a seat at the bar. Not even waiting for your order the bartender plonks an ale down in front of you, his expression disapproving as he nods at a sign over the door reading, "Pokémon to be contained at all times". Before you even have a chance to respond two burly men appear by either shoulder, one announcing, "Please come with me". You know this is not a request despite their use of the word "please", and not wanting to cause a scene you get up and allow them to lead you to the door in the back corner of the room you'd noticed when you walked in. Taken down a long flight of stairs before emerging into a large room with a pit in the middle, a number of rather colourful terms pass through your mind when you realise you've just entered an illegal Pokémon fighting facility. To say you're now in the shit is an understatement. The two men you'd been searching for appear, the lanky one looking you up and down curiously, before his eyes linger on Bravo for a few moments and then finally Nidoran♀ who is glaring at him with hatred. "I know you," he drawls, his gaze returning to meet yours. "I'm guessing you're here looking for something?" One of his cronies then grabs Nidoran♀ while another appears with Nidoran♂. The siblings are excited to see each other, but this doesn't last long as the next minute they're both thrown into the pit. "Only one of them is leaving here, you choose which you want to fight for." Shocked, you stare at the two Nidoran who are currently huddled together, happy to be reunited, but fearful of the situation they are in. "Oh, and just so we're clear," he adds, a nasty grin appearing on his face. "It's a fight to the death battle." Aghast, you can't believe what you're hearing. He can't possibly pit brother against sister. You want to believe it's a joke, but the bloodthirsty crowd gathering to watch the fight is far too real for your liking...

    As soon as Alex went through the door of the tavern, he regretted it. Every eye in the room was drawn toward him and Bravo. He felt his stomach drop. If it was this hard just walking into the room, he had no hope when confronting the poachers. The fact that he had a Metang hovering over his shoulder didn’t help, though he by himself would probably stand out. Short, nerdy, out of shape, it practically screamed ‘yah not from around these here parts’.

    As soon as some of the people went back to minding their own business, he walked over to the bar. Just by looking around, he didn’t see the two men that stole the Nidoran, though he saw a couple people disappear into a door at the back. Something told him he didn’t want to know what was back there, though it seemed to be the most likely place the poachers would be. Figured. He sat down on one of the stools and the bartender dropped a mug of some sort of beer in front of him. He hid a look of displeasure, he had a year yet before he was legally able to drink, not that he wanted to of course. No one seemed to care here. He promised himself that once he recovered the Nidoran, he was leaving this area and never coming back. Just then he noticed that the bartender motioned towards a sign above the doorway. ‘Pokémon are to be contained at all times’.

    “Oh. Woops.”

    Just then two large men came up and flanked him. They ‘asked’ him to come with them. Not having much of a choice, he let himself be escorted through the door. When they came to the stairs, he knew nothing good would be at the bottom. With these two men practically dragging him down that stairs, the two poachers and Arceus knows what else, things weren’t looking good for him. Bravo probably wouldn’t be enough to handle everyone and Phi was still outside. He needed to think of an escape plan.

    When they came to the bottom, Alex found himself in a large room with a big hole dug out in the middle of it. There was a bunch of people gathered around it and he could make out cages holding an assortment of Pokémon. “Holy crap,” he muttered under his breath. “This can’t be…” He muttered out a stream of curses, especially impressive for one known for keeping his mouth shut and doesn’t normally swear. But then again, this certainly wasn’t normal circumstances. He had landed in the Luxray den.

    A Pokémon pit fighting arena. This was fate of the kidnapped Nidoran.

    Just then, the two poachers showed up. The thin one gave him a once over and then the steel type floating behind him. Then with a smirk he looked at the Nidoran recognizing it. He figured that you were looking for something, and with that, a man came over and scooped it up, while another retrieved her brother. Judging by the cries, they were overjoyed to see each other, but then they became cries of fear when the duo were literally thrown into the pit. With the sneer still on his face, he said to Alex that only one of them was leaving. Alive. And he had his choice on who he was rooting for.

    Alex was stunned. These guys were pitting the siblings against each other. It was harsh beyond reason. And here he was responsible for bringing the female to them. Boy did he screw up. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. Still he had to figure out a way get the Nidoran and himself out of there. He needed to stall until he thought of a plan. He managed to unfreeze himself and speak. “Y-you want me to bet on one of them?” he stammered. “C-come on, l-let me think about it.”

    Even though he would have bet on the male in any other situation, it was time to put the plan to action. He hoped the orange flare of panic in his aura would strengthen it enough to let him connect with the burgundy aura of Bravo and the tan aura of Phi and send them a mental message. Guys? Can you hear this? Please reply.

    IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO PHYSICALLY HEAR IT HUMAN.

    …faint…

    I’m trying not to roll my eyes Bravo. This is important. Can you transmit this to Phi in case he misses some if it.

    ROGER.

    Ok Phi, forget the truck. Can you sense the two Nidoran?

    …yes…

    I’m going to give Bravo a signal to give to you. Once you get it, Teleport in there, grab both of the Nidoran and then Teleport back out to somewhere safe. We’ll find you later.

    …right…

    Alex eyed the men surrounding him. There was no way Bravo can take down any of them out without everyone else jumping for Pokémon or weapons. However there was a way to create some confusion until he got the tactical advantage.

    Bravo, on that signal, unleash an Earthquake through here. I don’t care if this place falls to the ground, it would take the whole lot out at once. During the quake, I’ll try to send everyone else out to fight. When I do, you must give them the orders I’m about to give you because I’ll be too busy trying to get the hell out of here.

    COWARDLY HUMAN. Alex turned to glare at the Metang. The steel type gave a little salute. RODGER.

    Tell Theta to stay ahead of me and clear the route up the stairs and out through the bar with it Thundershock and tell Kilo to look out for Phi and give him some covering fire with Thunderbolt if he needs it and then work with Theta to clear the route. Then I want you and Echo to disarm these men of any weapons or Pokémon they have using your Psychic. Then cover our rears as we go up the stairs.

    RODGER.

    Alex sighed as if finally making a tough decision and looked at the poachers. “You yourself have probably already chosen a favourite already, the male. I can see why, he’s much more aggressive than she is and she’s been walking through the desert for the last couple hours. However, I believe that he will try to protect the female from whatever you throw at them to provoke them into attacking each other. He’ll get battered and tired until he can no longer move. Either you end up killing him yourself, or she’ll mercy kill him. So you can put my bet on the female.” With that little speech done, he ‘casually’ stuck his hands in his pockets. There was an enlarged pokeball in each pocket for each of his Pokémon currently out as well as two shrunken ones in is right pocket and one in his left. He wrapped his hands around the shrunken pokeballs, ready to press the buttons to enlarge them and release them. He hoped that the men didn’t catch onto his surprise attack. He knew that with Bravo right behind him, he would be right at the epicenter of the quake. Still, the shaking should trigger the release mechanisms of the enlarged pokeballs, so even if he didn’t recover right away, all of his Pokémon would be able to defend him. He hoped that this would work, otherwise he would be in even deeper shit. He glanced around to make sure no one was in a prime position to grab a weapon and snapped a mental message to Bravo.

    Bravo, now!

    The Metang poised itself to strike the ground while Alex crouched down to brace himself and enlarged the pokeballs in his pockets. Here goes nothing.
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    Son_of_Shadows – With a number of intriguing questions swirling around their minds, the two self-made investigators set off in the direction of the arrow. Even if Joshua and Trucy were more reminiscent of Turner & Hooch than the great detective duo of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous novels, the pair is ready to investigate the mysterious message given to them by the spirit of Metapod. It was a serious, important mission, to be sure, but Joshua also couldn’t resist the feeling of excitement at the prospect of engaging in some detective work. After all, the allure to solving mysteries and apprehending criminals through the power of deduction and wit was something very familiar to Joshua, who had once dreamed of becoming a prosecuting attorney or a detective. His passion for acting would ultimately lead him down a different path, but the desire to become an agent of justice in an often cruel, unjust world… Joshua could never really say that he had fully grown out of it. For the sake of Metapod, Joshua would need that passion to find the shadowy figure of the vision and avenge the deceased pupa.

    Rather than waste time investigating the high-hanging cocoons which could easily be traps for unwary investigators (or an angry swarm of Beedrill waiting to hatch), Joshua and Trucy decide instead to solve the mystery of the strange, metallic grinding noise and the soft human voice they hear off in the distance by boldly approaching its source. A potentially dangerous choice, but Joshua is not about to run in without a plan; relying heavily upon his acting skills, Joshua intends to feign aimless wandering and complete confusion. Not a hard role to play, given that he had begun his adventure disoriented and confused from an unexpected teleportation. In truth, he still didn’t really know where he was, other than a forest of some sort. Perhaps the source of the noise would be able to inform him while he subtly investigated the scene with Trucy. After giving his Kadabra a warning to remain on the defensive in the event that they encounter any hostile characters, Joshua moves towards the sounds, calling out clearly; "Excuse me? Hello? I seem to be a little lost... Could you tell me where I am?"

    Before Joshua is able to discern the source of the voice, the trainer comes face to face with an astonishing sight; a trio of Butterfree toil away with tools that seem to have been designed for their tiny paws at a giant metallic cocoon, big enough that Joshua could easily step inside. The cocoon’s polished steel shell is carefully etched with strange symbols that Joshua cannot recognize, which the Butterfree are carefully etching into the metal with their tools. Perhaps more impressive than the cocoon, however, are the Butterfree themselves. Almost twice as large as any Butterfree Joshua has ever seen before, these creatures are astonishingly beautiful. Their ruby-red eyes twinkle like gemstones against the stunning royal purple sheen of their bodies. Their iridescent wings seem to sparkle with more colors than the rainbow, and this wide palate of colors flickers with each beat of their wings. As stunning as they are, however, Joshua cannot help but sense something about them, as if there was something slightly off about these Butterfree, despite their incredible beauty. Even so, Joshua cannot help but watch in awe as the Butterfree toil away at their creation; in fact, he is so enthralled by the project that he is startled when the human voice from earlier calls back to answer him. “Lost, huh? Do you at least know you’re in the Arcane Forest? The Arcane Realms?”

    The owner of the distinctly male voice is soon revealed to Joshua as a thin, scraggly-haired man emerges from the thick foliage, his gaunt face covered in acne scars and red patches. Joshua attempts not to stare at the man’s crooked teeth and horrible skin as he addresses Joshua with an amused smirk, nodding towards the Butterfree. “Beautiful, aren’t they? I’d wager they are the healthiest, most stunning Butterfree in all of the Arcane Realms… Hell, in all of Fizzytopia.” The man looks at Joshua with an odd twinkle in his dark eyes. “You chose a good time to get lost, friend. We could actually use some help from you and your Pokemon there. That is… if you’re not in a hurry?”

    How will Joshua and Trucy respond?


    Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect when he clambered out of the foliage in search of whoever was there, but Joshua was just thankful he wasn't currently being chainsawed in half. As such, he felt able to take a moment to take in the surreal nature of what was going on before him. Granted, the whole situation was surreal anyway, but this was currently the most absurd thing in his field of vision. A monstrously huge cocoon, easily as big as a caravan ****ailer] and probably significantly more sturdy. But the symbols etched upon it were what interested him most. Some kind of alien, or Pokémon language? The fact that there were a group of Butterfree etching the symbols onto it implied the latter, but there was no strong evidence to say for sure. Wait, hold on. Butterfree etching symbols onto a cocoon? Butterfree didn't even have claws... He thought. Did they? He looked to Trucy, but she clearly had no answers. A closer look, however revealed that these Butterfree had actually got their hands on some tools which they were using. Perhaps the voice had outfitted them. Somehow. Stood to reason. For what purpose though? What the hell did all of this nonsense mean?

    Could the Butterfree themselves shed any light on the situation? They were gigantic as well, perhaps twice as big as the average specimen, but their colourisation was truly hypnotising. It was the same, yet totally different. Their wings practically shone in the sunlight, their eyes seemed to be made of pure ruby, and even their bodies seemed to have more of a dusty sheen to them. It was obvious even to his eyes that these Butterfree had either been very specially bred and trained, or artificially pumped up. He had a distinct feeling that the answer wasn't going to be an entirely ethical one. Super. Still, they were mesmerising... So much that it took him a second to realise he was being spoken to. Oops.

    "Do you at least know you’re in the Arcane Forest? The Arcane Realms?" Ah, the owner of the voice. But the Arcane Realms? Wow, Trucy's Teleport was getting better to take them that far. But wasn't this place for newbie trainers in Fizzytopia to explore? He'd been travelling for a fairly long time now. Made him wonder just how they'd managed to enter, and how they'd get out again... But regardless, this wasn't really the time to be wondering that, especially as he surveyed his friendly sounding- OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS FACE? OK. DON'T PANIC. DON'T EVEN MENTION IT. SWEAR TO GOD JOSHUA I WILL END YOU.

    Thanks brain, that seems helpful.

    You're welcome.


    "Kadab..." Trucy couldn't help but sigh as she read her trainer's mind. Fortunately, he had a poker face of pure steel. Still, he was probably in for a Chocolate Magic "treat" later on. She'd been working on that one.

    The reason Joshua was having a mild internal freakout was that the voice had emerged from the bushes; an obviously frail old man who'd probably been out here for some time. His face was a hideous mess of red patches and scars, probably from acne. Dude was clearly very allergic to something out here. He opened his mouth again and Joshua fought back the urge to bring his tacos back up as he revealed his crooked teeth. All in all, he wasn't a pretty sight. He could probably do with seeing to by a doctor. Or some medication... Or a TOOTHBRUSH. Nah, too far gone for that. Oh God he's speaking again, focusfocusfocus-

    "-lthiest, most stunning Butterfree in all of the Arcane Realms… Hell, in all of Fizzytopia." Joshua made the correct decision to smile and nod. He still thought there was something distinctly fishy about them, especially given the Metapod situation. But no point in spooking the old guy. After all, he was being nice... so far... Then again, the twinkle in his eyes made Joshua as uneasy as a Seviper in Zangoose territory. At this point, he was getting a horror movie vibe. Joshua didn't like horror movies. "You chose a good time to get lost, friend." There was a good time to get lost? News to him. And to call him friend... The old guy obviously wanted something. He continued, "We could actually use some help from you and your Pokémon there. That is… if you’re not in a hurry?" So Kadabra too then? Telekinetic abilities perhaps? Truthfully... He had no reason to reject helping him other than his own unease at the moment, especially if the old guy was his only lead into the Metapod situation. Surely he had to know something. Perhaps he could bring it up afterwards, bargaining information as a reward. He tried to communicate a mental message to Trucy to stay on her guard.

    "Well, that depends, sir. What exactly do you need me to do for you? I'm willing to help, but I'd like to know what I'm in for first."
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    Silverton Ranges (Please reply in LightSteelBlue)
    A snow-capped mountain range where many wild Pokémon reside. Many old mines litter the mountainside from the days when silver was heavily mined, but due to the often below zero temperatures, they were eventually abandoned. Rumor has it however, that there are still many valuable ores hidden within the mountains.
    Snow. For the longest time Myrrh has wanted to experience this whimsical white wonder. He traveled to the Silverton Ranges mostly for this very reason. The rumored hidden ore deposits didn't really pique his interest, though it would be nice to make such a discovery along the way. Of course the prospect of encountering and possibly capturing a myriad of Pokemon was also quite a draw. A day after he arrived at the area he got up really early to make his way to the base of the mountain range, not so that he can get a jump on navigating the mountains, but so that he could play in the snow. He picked out a snowy and secluded spot away from the path (admittedly he was a little embarrassed about what he was going to do and so didn't want to be seen) and went to town on the snow. Myrrh made a bunch of snow angels, built and knocked over even more snowmen, and if he hand't "gone" before he departed he might have written his name in the snow.

    Myrrh messed around in the snow for about an hour or so all alone and was now cold, shivering, and slightly wet. As fun is it would have been to experience all of this for the first time with his Pokemon, he wanted to do this at his own pace by himself. Myrrh rested on a nearby tree stump a while before he would go back to the path leading to the mountain range. He didn't really regret dressing a bit lightly for the weather, but his chattering teeth were telling him to think again. After a few more moments he started making his way back to the hiking path. Myrrh wondered where the path would lead him as he walked on it. "Hm, I should play again when I reach the end of the path, with my Pokemon this time." Myrrh warmed up to this idea and it spurred him to quicken his step as he moved along the mountain path. He walked quickly but also carefully, for while he's never had experience with these kinds of conditions until now, he knows all too well that ice and snow can change from fun and wonderful to unforgiving and treacherous.

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    kaisap112: Once the shock of Cherith's sudden abduction wears off you take some deep breaths to calm yourself so you can think rationally. Taking a few moments you can feel yourself trembling, but you slowly work on pushing that panic down to something you can manage. With Cherith and all clues to his whereabouts gone, and nothing around that can help lead you in the right direction, your prospects seem pretty bleak. One strategy comes to mind that may work, however, but it could backfire in a very big way. Left with little other choice, you remove your white flute from your backpack. If you cannot hunt your enemy, perhaps you can make your enemy come to you. Raising the flute to your lips you begin to play, your eyes scanning the forest for any signs of movement. At first there is nothing, but then you hear movement from the trees not too far away. Leaves start falling to the ground, the trail coming closer and closer until they are raining down on top of you. Eventually all falls still, but you can feel eyes boring into you from all directions. Whatever took Cherith seems to be here and it's listening, but not knowing what it is has every nerve ending in your body on high alert. Determined to find Cherith you keep on playing. You've already lured your only clue here, now you need it to reveal itself. You don't have to wait long. After what feels like forever, but was perhaps only thirty seconds, several overly large Galvantula slowly emerge from the trees, most keeping their distance while the one who appears to be the leader walks toward you. You suddenly realise you've stopped playing, and can't really pinpoint at what exact moment you did, but right now you're swallowing one very large knot of fear while at the same time attempting to process the fact this thing is grossly oversized. It's twice your size and terrifying in the extreme. Then it looks you straight in the eye and asks in a slow, deep, rumbling voice, "Why have you summoned us?" Oh dear, you're suddenly feeling rather faint...
    Noriko scanned the area around her while playing the flute. A little doubt nagging at the back of her mind about this being a very bad idea, she tried to spot any movement in the forest – or hear a sound, anything that would get her anywhere in her search for Cherith. Her own incapability to do much more than this was frustrating Noriko out of her mind and all this eerie silence wasn’t making it any easier. It didn’t take too long for a little rustle up in the trees to snap Noriko back into her current predicament. “Doesn’t seem to be too far away,” she thought to herself, taking a few steps toward the noise while still playing. Suddenly she noticed a trail of leaves falling down from above, and not randomly either, they were making a clear track – right toward her. Refusing to back down at this point, Noriko kept playing the flute even as the track of leaves stopped above her and she was being covered in a rain of leaves. It would’ve made a pretty picture if not for the context of the situation.

    Trying to keep herself calm was becoming very difficult as the young trainer could feel dozens after dozens of eyes staring right at her. The flute was still letting out a melody, even with the player’s mind far from which position to put her fingers into and instead focusing on every last noise, breath and movement. A little wind would’ve helped her maybe smell something, but time was apparently frozen in this forest. “Whatever took Cherith may have been responsible for that too.”

    There was rustling up in the trees again, but this time was different. To Noriko’s shock, several Galvantula started making their way into her field of vision – and they were huge. Despite their size, the Galvantula kept their distance. At this point Noriko realized that at some point her arms had dropped to her side, her hand barely having a grip on the White Flute. It was a creepy realization, like her soul had left her body and she was making this observation from the outside. Before she could do anything about this though, some of the Galvantula started walking backwards, making way for the biggest Galvantula Noriko had ever seen; it was giant, clearly at least twice her size. Sweat was running down her neck, she could feel it.

    "Why have you summoned us?"

    Noriko could deal with spiders. In fact, she liked some of them. But a 12-foot Galvantula that could talk was not on the list of things Noriko could easily handle. The voice it possessed was deep, and rumbled enough to feel like the ground was going to split under Noriko’s feet. She tried very, very hard to keep in mind that passing out wasn’t a good solution to this predicament, as much as her body was more than ready for it. The trainer took a deep breath to get herself under even slightly more control.

    “Something or someone in this forest took my friend Cherith, a Purrloin. I don’t know why and I want to get him back to my side, like he was when we got here. We’ll be on our way out of your forest as soon as I can find him, so could you by any chance help me? We mean no harm to you or this place.”

    Putting the flute away in her bag before she’d drop it with all her shaking, Noriko swallowed and hoped for the best.

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    MarbleZone – More and more, it seemed to Levin that he was no longer in control of his own dream. A psychic ranch? A little boy named Raz? Why would Levin dream of such things? Something else had to be at work here, but it was too early to tell what it might be… Even so, despite Levin’s reluctance to act as a mentor to this silly child, he could not help but think of his older brother Ivan, who would have acted as a calm, mature voice of reason for young Raz. Part of reconciling with the spirit of his brother meant looking to him for guidance, and in this instance, Ivan’s influence was clearly pushing Levin toward a role that Ivan once played himself… that of the older brother. In spite of his normally prideful, arrogant attitude, Levin finds himself agreeing to help Raz track down the elusive Ralts, much to the boy’s excitement, though he encourages Raz to complete the capture himself. After all, the young boy would never learn how to become a competent trainer if he didn’t learn to take some initiative and act independently. Levin ends his agreement with the warning that just because one catches a Pokemon doesn’t mean that the Pokemon will automatically become obedient. Even if Levin wasn’t the type to give sermons on the importance of caring for Pokemon and responding to their unique needs, the idea that any Pokemon will listen to you the moment it finds itself caught in a Pokeball was a very dangerous one that needed to be corrected immediately. This puzzles the formerly exuberant Raz, causing him to tilt his head with some confusion at Levin’s statement.

    “Gee, when Ma and Pa bring in new Pokemon for the ranch, even the wildest critters’ll listen to what they have to say…” After a moment of contemplation, young Raz finally nods his head with resolution. “I’ll have to ask ‘em how they do it! You should talk to ‘em too when you have the chance, mister. They know lots a’ stuff ‘bout psychic Pokemon. Say… what’d you say your name was?”

    Before Levin has a chance to answer the boy’s question, the presence of the Ralts suddenly distracts him. As disappointed as Raz is by his failed attempt at capture, Levin attempts to motivate him by encouraging him to keep trying. After all, it could be a lot of work for even skilled trainers like Levin to earn the trust of certain Pokemon, and if Raz became the type who was easily discouraged, he would never make it as a trainer. Raz sniffles a bit, but quickly becomes distracted by Levin’s sudden change in expression. The older trainer trails off mid-sentence, seized by the premonition of Ralts’ location. Raz immediately begins looking around himself, trusting the trainer’s instinct. “You sense it? Where’d it go?” Raz looks toward Levin eagerly, who responds by pointing the way and commenting that Raz’s little friend seems to want to play a game of tag. A playful smirk forms on Raz’s face. “Tag? Ooooh… Well, that means you’re IT!” Raz taps Levin on the leg and immediately runs off in the direction Levin indicated, laughing has he does. Levin is likely not thrilled by the prospect of playing games with this young child, but nevertheless chases after him. He did promise to help Raz capture that Ralts, after all… and the way the creature had tried to contact Levin was certainly difficult to ignore.

    Raz and Levin race down the unmarked path leading to Mediville’s Western district. The dream world was still full of familiar faces and buildings for Levin, which pass by in a flash as Levin sprints down the street. This little kid was a fast one, and his small stature only adds to his agility. The little Ralts, sensing Raz and Levin’s pursuit, appears on the street for a brief moment or two, only to disappear when the eager Raz is in range, reappearing farther away. Even when Raz flashed berries from his pocket, or did his best to urge the Ralts that he didn’t want to hurt it, the Ralts would still teleport away. Something about this seemed like more than just a nervous Pokemon evading capture to Levin… There was something about the teleportation pattern, which led Raz and Levin farther and farther down the street, that seemed like they were being led somewhere. Feet pounding against the cobblestone steps, Levin feels a pang of nostalgia as he passes a building strikingly similar to his childhood home, and he feels the urge to look and see if it really was the house from his past… Only to see the vision distort and shift into a gutted, unrecognizable structure. Faces staring at him from the street were beginning to look more sinister than nostalgic, their gaze more accusatory than warm and friendly. And everyone… everyone… seemed to be looking at him from the corner of his eye, only to turn away when he focused in on them. Raz, focused on his goal of capturing Ralts, does not seem to notice the change in the atmosphere around him, and he charges on, eager to capture the teleporting Pokemon.

    At the end of the road, Levin can see that the Ralts seems to be heading toward an old apothecary, which has long since been abandoned and left to rot. It was hard to tell, but there seemed to be some kind of vapor or mist leaking out from underneath the door and into the air. Shadows were beginning to play in the corner of Levin’s eyes, though there was no immediate threat that Levin could directly identify… Where was this Ralts leading them, exactly? Something wasn’t right about this, but Raz seemed painfully oblivious to the mounting sense of hostility brewing around them…

    What will Levin do?
    Something isn't right here...

    They'd been in hot pursuit of the mischievous Ralts for a while now, and while they were doing a pretty good job at keeping up with it, Levin was beginning to feel like maybe it was the Psychic Pokemon that was leading them somewhere rather than them hunting it down.

    And why is everyone looking at us? I mean, yes, we're two guys running down the street after a teleporting Ralts, which is hardly a common sight; but the way they're looking at me...

    The accusatory glances were there, he knew it, he could feel their stares on him, even though everyone seemed to avert their eyes when he turned to face them directly. Something about the air, the glances, the vision of his childhood home amidst the foreign buildings... the whole aura that suddenly took over his dream world, all of it felt oppressive and stirred unwanted memories within his soul.
    The way they looked at him in disapproval was so similar to how his father used to, each time he'd lose a battle to Ivan even while borrowing his Pokemon... Dad always expected him to at least knock out one of Ivan's Pokemon, but he never could. Overtime, he lost faith in Levin and focused all of his attention and effort on training solely Ivan - which only intensified his shock and subsequent depression after news of his eldest son's death on Kanto's Victory Road arrived. Levin was left to take care of himself while his parents gave in to their loss, further neglecting to tend to their now-only child, and Dad's look of disdain never truly disappeared either.

    For some reason, all of this was coming back, making Levin swell with anger and sorrow... and before he knew it, he and Raz were standing in front of an old drugstore, the Ralts nowhere to be seen. Raz was looking eagerly at the door, indicating that the Pokemon was probably inside the abandoned house. Levin took a moment to gather his thoughts; he shouldn't have allowed himself to lose focus like that, not when someone else was depending on him (a situation he wasn't really used to). Was that...

    Mist?

    An eerie gaseous substance was leaking from beneath the apothecary's door. An ominous sign if he ever saw one... Heh, have I ever seen one.
    Creepy as it was, it brought him back; nowadays, anything remotely unnatural always reminded him of that place. He retrieved his 1x Key to Room 1408 and smiled; it was his way of telling himself that no matter what, he had already gone through much weirder stuff.

    He reached for a Pokeball, albeit reluctantly, considering the choices he'd made for this trip. Tossing it in the air, he called forth his Mankey, Spike.
    The loud, angry fighter flailed his arms about before calming down briefly, awaiting instructions. That was already an improvement...

    - I'll go in first, kid. Stay close to the Mankey. Spike, this is very important: keep a very close eye on Raz and don't let him wander off on his own!

    At first, it occurred to him that maybe he should tell Raz to give up; it was the responsible thing to do now that everything around them had turned unexpectedly dark and unsettling. But he also knew that, were he in Raz's place, he'd have none of it, and neither would the boy. He was committed to seeing this through, so all that Levin could do was make sure he stayed safe.
    He reached for the handle, turned it and tried to push the door open...
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    The Graveyard (Please reply in Silver)
    A haunting graveyard where the spirits of Pokémon have been put to rest. At night a thick fog hangs in the air while the restless spirits of those Pokémon with unfinished business rise from the grave, looking for closure that often never comes.
    “Ahh…” Kolon Said as he walked into the graveyard.
    “It’s such a nice day, Isn’t it, Kamio?” Kolon’s Skarmory turned, his steel feathers glinting, and looked at Kolon inquisitively, as if to say; Are you kidding me? Kolon caught the glance and laughed.
    “Just kidding! This place gives me the creeps.”
    : Skarmory! (I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s afraid!)
    Kolon smiled, glad to have such a large armoured bird as his companion. Attempting to make small talk to ward off the chills he was getting, Kolon said
    “Hey, Kamio, on the rare occasion that a Pokémon dies, do you think it becomes a ghost of that Pokémon, or do you think it becomes a Ghost-Type Pokémon, like Ghastly or Misdreavus?”
    : Skar… skar Skarmory. Skar, Skarmory mory, Skarmory! (hmm… I’ve never really thought about that. I guess I don’t know. Wait, Why are you even asking me this? you don't even understand what I'm saying!)
    Not realising that Kamio was just responding to his question, Kolon tensed.
    “What is it, Kamio?” he asked, casting his eyes around.
    “Did you see something? Are we being followed by a ghost?” Kamio let out a sound similar to a series of grinds of flint against steel, and Kolon became even more frightened, before he realised that Kamio was laughing at their lack of ability to communicate. Kolon laughed as well, relieving his tension. Kolon said
    “Well, all jokes aside, we’d better get going. We don’t want to linger around too long.”
    : Skar, skarmory. (I agree, let’s go.) With that, the trainer and his pokemon set off to discover what wonders the graveyard held.


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    swampertforever: ((It wasn’t criticism; just something I want you to be aware along your journeys from here on out. Not all updaters will be kind, so expect to run into some actual setbacks with your character’s personality. I think it’s great that you steered clear of creating a Mary Sue though, don’t take it the wrong way! It’s an interesting character for sure.))

    Realization sets in as you look around and witness your two friends out cold and in chains. Fortunately for you, you aren’t completely oblivious, and a rush of guilt twists and turns inside you until it can no longer be contained; a dreadful feeling on one hand, but a precious wake-up call at the same time.

    The graverobber looks at you with a half-smirk as if mocking you, but you know he’s listening carefully, waiting for you to slip up. You choose your words carefully, establishing your newest priority: keeping your friends safe for a change. And to do that, you decide that the best option is to neglect them.

    Your assailant soaks in the words, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, grins widely. For better or worse, he seems amused.

    - Well then boy, if these two mean nothin’ to you, I might as well make the most of them! The mutt probably already knows how to sniff out treasure, since he used to belong to us; I’m sure I can make the monkey equally valuable in a short time.

    He opens your backpack and rummages through it, picks up the Gravekeeper’s Diary and throws it at your feet.

    - You better not be lyin’, boy, or I’ll have the Houndour gut you and eat your corpse. If you try to outsmart me, you won’t m…

    Suddenly, another man approaches the graverobber; through the thick fog, you try to make out his features. He appears older than the man you’ve been talking to, probably in his fifties, even if his hair is entirely white. He grabs the man’s shoulder and appears angry.

    - Dammit Cade, why are you wasting your time like this?! The fog’s getting thicker by the minute, the spirits are restless. Can’t you stop taunting the kid and just have him take us to the loot?...

    The younger man, apparently called Cade, spits on the ground and laughs it off.

    - You’re no fun, Quentin. Always talking about the spirits and whatnot; tell you what, I’d be a hell of a lot more scared if any of those spirits could throw a punch. Right now, everyone and everything around us is deader than a brick, so let me have whatever little fun I can while I’m here, will you?

    Regardless, he moves over to you and unties the knots. You struggle to get up, pain coursing through your body – no doubt lingering effects from the explosion earlier – until Cade loses his patience and forcefully pulls you to your feet.

    - Open the goddamn book and take us to the gold, boy. Quentin may not share my sentiment, but I have no problem in getting rid of you the second you stop being useful, so you better pray that you are for a very long time.

    Either way, assuming you can even find the treasure they’re looking for, that’s as far as your usefulness will ever go… Either way, it seems you won’t be making it out of this place. You try your hardest to stay calm and focused and not allow the feeling of inevitable doom overwhelm you. You open the book and skim through it, desperately looking for any useful clues, anything! But there are so many entries…

    Your eyes glance over several bits of text, each giving you further insight about the man that was the Gravekeeper. You can’t help yourself from stopping on one particular entry.

    August 3;
    It’s lonely without you, it’s been lonely ever since you left… There’s no bigger hardship for a Gravekeeper than to bury his own, to bury the woman he loves. But deep down inside, I’m grateful! Life was kind to us, gave us time to say goodbye, time to make peace. If Fate had claimed you suddenly, I would never have endured it. Through the hardship that was your illness, you stood strong as long as your body allowed it, and we were closer than we had allowed ourselves to be in decades. We talked so much, shared so many memories in those last days…
    You never approved of my insistence of continuing the family business. I realize how dreadful a place this must have been to a woman like you, so full of energy… But you stood by my side regardless, shared this life of death with me and made each day lighter on my soul. Now that you’re gone, the Graveyard feels cold and merciless, as I’m sure it does to any passerby who knows nothing of this way of living. The fog is still thick, a symbol that spirits remain strong – eerie as it is, I fear for the day it clears, because it’d be unnatural. Most fail to understand thism thinking that it’s the fog itself that is unnatural, but we knew... the mist is simply the manifestation of many souls gathered in one place. The only way it’d ever disappear would be for these souls to leave the Graveyard and roam the world of the living; imagine the chaos. But even so… ever since the graverobbers first appeared, the mist has been growing thicker, darker, more ominous. The souls are restless, and will not ease until I have driven away the invaders on their behalf. They are, after all, powerless to defend their own home from the living; like I always told you, that duty falls on me.
    Ah, Tina… I might be joining you soon, you know? I always told you I’d be the first to go, but like always, you were right and I was wrong. Yet I doubt I can ever truly defeat these criminals; they are cunning, younger and they even have hellhounds with them. Dreaded Houndour and Houndoom, that not even the resident Ghosts can hope to defeat. I won’t give up, but…


    A mix of sorrow and sympathy takes over as you read the entries; he was a good man, and you had the privilege of being there to witness his last moments. You were the last person he ever talked to, and his memory lives on through this book. Before you can dwell on it any longer, Cade slaps on the back of your neck, urging you to move it. You throw him an irritated glare and go back to skimming through the Diary. Damn, what proof do you even have that there are any clues in here? Who’s to say there’s any treasure at all to begin with?! Wait…

    July 14;

    Dear Tina: I should get a dog. Every old man needs a dog to help him and keep him company when he’s alone… A gravekeeper like me in particular. I’ve been thinking of buying myself a pup and raise it to help me around, I’ve always heard that dogs are pretty good at digging and burying things. Would be right up my alley… Heck, if I trained it right, it could even bury me right next to you and the precious belongings you’re keeping safe until we rejoin, and we could finally meet on the other side almost like we’d never been apart. All I had to do was teach it to track down the scent of Gracideas and he’d find your resting place in no time! Something to think about… Yes, a dog would be good.


    Your eyes widen. This has to be it. The treasure they’re looking for… is it the “precious belongings” the old man kept in his wife’s grave? Then all you had to do to find it was… But then what? Will you desecrate the woman’s grave for these thugs? Can you even risk doing otherwise?...

    Cade and Quentin look at you expectantly.

    What do you do?
    OOC: Trust me, I'm trying my hardest to keep as far away from a Mary Sue character while still being interesting. I just fail sometimes at writing good :P


    Michael watched as the shady man decided his fate. After a while, the man grins, sending a cold shiver down Michael’s spine. What had he done now?

    - Well then boy, if these two mean nothin’ to you, I might as well make the most of them! The mutt probably already knows how to sniff out treasure, since he used to belong to us; I’m sure I can make the monkey equally valuable in a short time.

    The man’s words rang in Michael’s ears, and it took all of his willpower not to show how upset he truly was. His friends (friend? Would Houndour even consider him an acquaintance after this ordeal?) were safe, but now they were going to be taken from him! The teen bit his tongue, half to suppress the urge to object to the cruel man’s plan and give away his ruse, half to stop himself from losing his composure, and with it, his self-control… again. The robber was too busy searching Michael’s bag to notice the internal struggle the teen was trying to keep under control, luckily. With a flourish the man took the Gravekeeper’s Diary from his bag and threw it at his feet. Even at a distance, the thief’s next words cut deep into Michael.

    - You better not be lyin’, boy, or I’ll have the Houndour gut you and eat your corpse. If you try to outsmart me, you won’t m…

    The threat was interrupted by the approach of another man, who angrily grabbed the first man’s shoulder. The intervention calmed Michael down a little; maybe he was here to rescue him? Nonetheless, the teen was still unnerved. Who would be travelling the graveyard at this time, through this fog? The man seemed to be old as well… unless he was a friend of the late gravekeeper?

    - Dammit Cade, why are you wasting your time like this?! The fog’s getting thicker by the minute, the spirits are restless. Can’t you stop taunting the kid and just have him take us to the loot?...

    Nope, he wasn’t on his side. Well, there goes that little hope.
    ‘At least he’s as worried about this fog as I am. They are still human… maybe they’ll be lenient with me?’ Michael thought to himself, grasping at straws to keep himself from going over.

    - You’re no fun, Quentin. Always talking about the spirits and whatnot; tell you what, I’d be a hell of a lot more scared if any of those spirits could throw a punch. Right now, everyone and everything around us is deader than a brick, so let me have whatever little fun I can while I’m here, will you?

    Ok, one of them was human. Cade, however, seemed as evil as Quentin’s hair was white. The younger graverobber still did what he was told though and started to untie Michael, freeing his body but taking away the support that held most of his weight. The sudden shift in weight caused Michael’s body to seize up, making it hard for him to stand up. He was still hurt from his ‘ingenious’ plan from earlier so every move he made caused his body to rack with agony. Cade watched the teen’s little performance until he lost all patience and simply forcefully pulled Michael up, causing him to cry out due to the sharp pain.

    - Open the goddamn book and take us to the gold, boy. Quentin may not share my sentiment, but I have no problem in getting rid of you the second you stop being useful, so you better pray that you are for a very long time.

    Michael found himself slowly giving in to his fear.

    ‘No...No! Must stay in control of myself… for their sake.’

    He opened the diary and started to tear through the pages, reading as much as possible to distract himself from his rebellious emotions. It was a sorrowful story, the Gravekeepers life. Michael was learning more about the late man with every entry he read. He didn’t know why, but Michael found himself reading one entry slightly more thoroughly than the others. It was dated August 3rd…

    - August 3;
    It’s lonely without you, it’s been lonely ever since you left… There’s no bigger hardship for a Gravekeeper than to bury his own, to bury the woman he loves. But deep down inside, I’m grateful! Life was kind to us, gave us time to say goodbye, time to make peace. If Fate had claimed you suddenly, I would never have endured it. Through the hardship that was your illness, you stood strong as long as your body allowed it, and we were closer than we had allowed ourselves to be in decades. We talked so much, shared so many memories in those last days…

    He browsed through the rest of the entry, trying not to let the sorrow in his heart show. The poor gravekeeper, He was a noble man, a brave man. The teen had the honor of being the person with him in his final moments, unaware of the importance he carried, the rock keeping the graveyard secure. Heck, he didn’t even know the man’s name...
    Michael’s train of thought crashed as Cade slapped the back of his neck. The young thief motioned for Michael to hurry up, earning him a dirty look from the teen. Michael continued reading the diary. After a while, every entry seemed to blur into the next as Michael flicked through them, with nothing to indicate there was any treasure at all. Michael grew desperate and hurriedly flipped the pages, trying to shut out the voice in the back of his head telling it was hopeless… wait, what was that?
    He looked back at an entry he had just passed over, dated July 14th

    July 14;
    ‘Dear Tina: I should get a dog. Every old man needs a dog to help him and keep him company when he’s alone… A gravekeeper like me in particular. I’ve been thinking of buying myself a pup and raise it to help me around, I’ve always heard that dogs are pretty good at digging and burying things. Would be right up my alley… Heck, if I trained it right, it could even bury me right next to you and the precious belongings you’re keeping safe until we rejoin, and we could finally meet on the other side almost like we’d never been apart. All I had to do was teach it to track down the scent of Gracideas and he’d find your resting place in no time! Something to think about… Yes, a dog would be good.’

    Michael’s eyes widened and he gave a silent roar of triumph in his head whilst simultaneously trying to keep his happiness from his kidnappers. He had found his ticket to freedom , now all he needed to do was to tell Quentin and Cade and…

    ‘No, I can’t do that!’ Michael thought, repulsed at himself for even thinking of a despicable act. He couldn’t tell the robbers that, it would be akin to digging up poor Tina’s grave himself! And what about Houndour? He’d be traumatized if the last person his owner met in life sold him out and he was forced to betray his master. But what else was there that he could do in this state? If he tried to play hero, he would be taken out faster than he could stand up, and then what would happen to Blue and Houndour? But he couldn’t help these men! He just couldn’t… but if he didn’t…
    He could hear the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to reconsider. It was weird; usually it would be his rational side holding the moral high ground, not his emotional side, and he would usually listen to his emotions in cases that didn’t involve that high ground. But this… this was an entirely different matter. He thought back to the pact he made to himself earlier, to keep the two Pokémon he was with safe, and swallowed hard before beginning to speak, as slowly as he dared to, trying to not let his disgust at himself show.

    “Gracidea. If you get your dogs to track the scent of Gracidea, you will be led to the grave the treasure is buried in. I hope this was useful enough…”
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    Desert of Illusion

    EpicSquirtle: ((Ah, much better! Keep it up! ^^ Never forget two things: always be creative instead of repeating the updater’s words, and make your replies organized – who’s talking, who’s thinking, and what’s happening all need to be clearly separated. You seem to have gotten the hang of it, so let’s move on!))

    Subconsciously or not, you finally realize that the best way to win this is to focus on one opponent at a time; you decide to concentrate all your offense on one of the Cacturne first, and the unfortunate target is the one that showered your Pokemon with Pin Missile.

    Numel nods in approval at your instructions, and breathes out several blazing sparks that nullify most of the needles; the few that make it through the Ember stab the small camel for light damage that it quickly shrugs off, before dashing forward and hitting the offender square in the gut with a vicious Tackle.

    The Cacturne staggers and stumbles backwards, before throwing an angry look at the smaller opponent and counterattacking: its arm glows green and it moves forward, looking to connect with a Needle Arm! Fortunately, Telpo is quick to react and interrupts the assault, striking with a one-two punch combo that is impressive to behold: the first jab from an ice-covered fist, quickly followed by a second blow, this time fueled by fire!

    The Dark-Type wobbles, unsure of what just happened, disoriented by the sudden amount of damage dealt. It briefly refocuses, turning its attention to your Abra with murderous intent in its eyes, but just as it charges up for another Needle Arm… it collapses! The Cacturne is knocked out cold. Telpo the Abra gains 1 Level!

    Numel and Telpo celebrate with one another, and you’re too late to warn them about what happens next no matter how hard you shout: the remaining Cacturne begins charging up sun energy, and you brace for the inevitable SolarBeam… but it never comes! Instead, the Cacturne begins to get bigger, growing progressively taller until it’s about twice your own height – it used Growth!

    Telpo and Numel turn around and are startled at this turn of events; one regular Cacturne was hard enough to take down, how will they manage against a giant one?!

    The opponent steps forward; if the ground wasn’t entirely made of sand, you imagine it’d make the earth tremble… The spikes in its body begin to glow, and you know what it means – it’s about to use Pin Missile like the other one! But what kind of damage will a storm of spikes from a giant Cacturne inflict?

    Quick, how will you counter?!

    Jake's plan was successful. The Cacturne that had previously attacked with Pin Missle was subjected to a Tackle right in the gut from Numel, before falling victim to Telpo's Ice and Fire Punch combo. And, after an unsuccessful attempt at a counter attack, the Cacturne fainted.

    ''Way to go! That's one down, keep it up'' Jake cheered once again.

    ''Telpo the Abra has leveled'' Jake's pokedex droned.

    ''Alright, this battle is finally going my way.'' Jake thought. It was then that the other Cacturne started charging up energy from the sun.
    ''Telpo, Numel, look out!'' Jake shouted.
    Telpo and Numel however, were celebrating and couldn't hear Jake's screams.

    ''We beat one of them, against all odds we beat one!'' Telpo cheered.

    ''LOOK OUT!'' Jake yelled as loud as he could.
    Telpo, finally hearing Jake turned around, but by then it was to late.
    Telpo braced himself for the inevitable.
    But it never happened, instead the Cacturne grew in size.

    ''It's huge!'' Jake exclaimed.
    Telpo was taken aback by the giant cactus.
    The Cacturne slowly steped forward, before the spikes in it's body started glowing.

    ''It's another Pin Missle attack, got to act now!'' Jake thought.
    ''Alright Telpo use Barrier then follow up with a Thunder Punch!''
    ''Numel use Ember on the Pin Missle attack if it breaks through the Barrier then follow up with a Growl!'' Jake commanded.

    Telpo was a little skeptical of Jake's last command for him. ''Why Thunder Punch?'' Telpo thought.
    However Telpo knew that this wasn't the time to question commands so instead got back into battle position

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    Desert of Illusion

    EpicSquirtle: You can't allow yourself to be intimidated by this new threat, and neither Telpo nor Numel are willing to back down either.

    The giant spikes fly in your team's direction once again, this time much larger and deadlier, but Telpo is determined to block the attack. He puts his hands together and forms a new Barrier around Numel and himself, and you pray that it'll be enough...

    The massive projectiles crash repeatedly against the psychic shield, snapping apart on contact, but the Barrier fades a little with each strike; the downpour of spikes continues, Telpo relentlessly keeping the wall up, and as the final Pin Missile makes contact, the Barrier finally shatters with impressive force, sending the small Psychic-Type tumbling several feet back... but not a single needle passed through. Both of your Pokemon remain unharmed, but whereas Numel is still in tip-top shape, Telpo is gasping for air and breathing heavily, worn out from the Barrier and a heat he just isn't used to.

    Still, fierce as always, the Teleporting Pokemon follows through with his orders and runs up to the massive Cacturne, his hand crackling with electric enery, and slams his fist against the opponent's huge leg... to no effect whatsoever. Not only is Cacturne a Grass-Type, the terrain is entirely made of sand, making the electric current pass through the cactus's body and dissipate through the ground like it was nothing. Disappointed and exhausted, Telpo collapses, his tank having run dry. Only Numel remains, but no matter how much the tiny thing Growls, the Cacturne just laughs it off; why should it be intimidated by such a puny opponent at all? It ominously steps forward, looking to finish the job, and then...


    A massive stream of liquid fire flies over your head and crashes straight into the Cacturne, making it lose its footing and fall back. It's only when it stops moving and reverts back to its original size that you realize it's been knocked out. You turn to see what could have possibly defeated such a monster in one move, and come face to face with a large Camerupt followed closely by countless other Numel. So that had to be an Eruption...

    The herd makes it way toward you, and the Numel you'd been commanding in battle runs over to them - it must be its family. Now that the battle is over, you rush over to Telpo, who is coming back to his senses, apparently unharmed. You then notice several small green creatures swarming over around the fallen Cacturne, and realize they're a group of Cacnea. They wake both Cacturne up, but neither seems to be in a fighting mood anymore as they lock eyes with the Camerupt.

    The two groups begin to shout and argue with each other, but naturally you understand nothing of what's being said. After a while, the Camerupt turns its back to the Cacturne and slowly walks over to you. It begins to talk, but again, you can't make out a word. Telpo holds your hand and provides a very welcome translation through telepathy; suddenly, you begin to understand everything the camel is saying as though it's speaking in plain English.

    I thank you for looking after this young one, human. It's a feisty one. We've been in conflict with the cacti for a very long time over who should own this land, and I fear war is inevitable at this point. We have been living in this land for the last several decades in peace, but the cacti came and claimed ownership of it overnight. This we cannot allow, so we fight. The land was barren and lifeless when our ancestors, a nomad tribe of Numel and Camerupt, arrived here. It was the dryest part of the desert, but also the only one not occupied by predators, so they made it their home. Overtime, the rains came, and all of our ancestors' toil paid off. We will not stand down and watch the cacti take everything from us! If you could be persuaded to join our side, know that you will be welcome among us.

    The Camerupt bows its head and leaves, followed by the countless Numel. The one who fought alongside pauses briefly, looks over to you and reluctantly follows the heard. It's not long before they fade out of view. Then, the Cacturne's voice is heard, and Telpo is once again quick to translate.

    Lies! The camel lies as it always has. The founding fathers of this part of the desert were our ancestors, a tribe of Cacturne and Cacnea like ourselves! They ruled this land and hunted as they pleased, until the drought became too much even for them. Our forefathers were forced to move away from this part of the desert until the rains returned, and in the meantime the camels occupied the land. By the time our ancestors returned to their homeland, they were kept out by the camels who claimed the land was empty when they'd arrived, so the Desert now belonged to them! To this day we have fought to reclaim our home, while they claim that we are stealing it! All we are doing is taking back what was once ours... Human, you're strong and wise. I'm sure you can see the reason for our struggle! If you wish, we welcome you to join our ranks in the upcoming battle. We will wait for your decision.

    The two Cacturne leave in the direction opposite that of the Camerupt, several Cacnea following suit, and soon after they're gone from your sight. You think over what just happened, trying to make up your mind. Who should you follow, if anybody? Should you just leave this place altogether before all hell breaks loose?

    What do you do?



    DaveTheFishGuy: You feel briefly overwhelmed by the sudden understanding of how this Desert of Illusion came to be and, more importantly, the realization that the entire Arcane Realm might soon become a mere extension of this same Desert. But a fire inside you has been lit, a resolve against all reasoning that characterizes only a few Trainers throughout the world; Mahad seems to realize this as soon as you reject the offer to leave, and for the first time since you’ve met him, he smiles.

    - It seems not all before me is a tide of misfortune. I hadn’t realized you were one of them, those Trainers whose heart alone allows them to achieve miracles. I see you in a new light now, bamra… Still, I fear our camels and dolls alone would be no match for the Beast.

    He stops for a brief moment, lost in thought, then takes a long look at the Dwebble perched on top of your head.

    - Yes… the critter senses something in you too. You may well have it, in which case, there might be hope. And if not, well, you have already chosen to die in the sands, as we have chosen long ago as well. If we fail, take solace in knowing you won’t be around to see the consequences.

    Suddenly, the ground begins to shake beneath your feet; even while buried shin-high in sand, you can feel the land beneath tremble slightly, which is disconcerting in itself. But when the quake becomes so violent that both you and Mahad lose your footing, you realize that something is very wrong and this isn’t where you should be right now!
    The native seems to agree as he whistles and his Camerupt moves closer. He holds his hand out and urges you to climb aboard as well. You begin to argue that the Crustle shouldn’t be left behind, but another vicious tremor answers in Mahad’s place: there’s no time.
    You reluctantly take the man’s hand and mount the Camerupt as well, the tiny Dwebble tightly holding on to your hand to the point where it begins to hurt, but you don’t dare tell the Bug-Type to loosen the grip or it’ll fall down for sure, and Mahad certainly isn’t going to stop on its account.

    The Camerupt rushes through the desert, reaching speeds you never thought one could, seemingly unfazed by the earthquake; you remember that the species is part-Fire, which further reassures you that this one must be a remarkable specimen. You can’t help but look behind, back to the “grave of the realm” where you stood just moments ago. And just then…

    - It is becoming worse with each passing day; the tremors, the sandstorms… The Beast uses the land itself as its harbinger. The longer we wait, the…

    A very loud rumbling noise suddenly fills the air. The rock you left behind begins to sink into the ground, and the sand around it begins to mysteriously rise and swirl… And just as you’re about to urge Mahad to move faster, you realize that it’s not just the rock that was swallowed by the earth: the sand behind you is also being sucked in, creating a trail that seems to follow you at alarming speed: it’s a fissure!
    The native is quick to react, uttering instructions in a foreign language to its mount. You watch as countless bits of rock from the camel’s humps crack and fall off as the beast speeds up even further; you recognize the move as Rock Polish, and feel glad that the natives went the extra mile in raising their Camerupt to know moves they wouldn’t normally learn. The fissure stops progressing and tailing you after a while, and before long, you begin to spot something in the distance: tents.

    ----

    The wooden fence that sets the encampment’s perimeter would be a poor means of defense against a Cacnea raid, let alone a rampaging Tyranitar colossus. That’s the first thing that crosses your mind as Mahad guides the Camerupt through the main gate and into the village.

    Once inside, Mahad dismounts, so you do the same. People begin to gather around you, all of them as dark-skinned as Mahad, flocking to see the outsider no doubt.
    You take your time to look around, relieved to be able to relax again, if only for a brief moment; you don't need Mahad's visions to tell you what just happened back there. The Tyranitar is awake, and has begun its way back to the surface. It'll only be a matter of time before it unleashes its hunger on the Arcane Realm. The Dwebble you brought along has been silent and motionless for the most part, and no wonder; it just lost its entire family.

    - Make room, udan. I need to see this one to the Circle. Dark times are ahead.

    They all seem to understand what Mahad means, and slowly walk away from the two of you, muttering and whispering incomprehensible words. Mahad motions for you to follow him.

    - I have been calling you bamra all this time; in our tongue, it means "outsider". But I never got to ask you your name, friend.

    He points to the distance, to the largest tent in the vicinity.

    - We go there. Inside is the Circle. In our community, there is no single leader. Instead, people are ruled by four minds, four pillars of society that keep it strong and balanced. They are Power, Wealth, Knowledge and Belief. I am blessed to govern one such pillar; I deal in matters of the soul, providing spiritual guidance to those in need. And just as my own pillar is Belief, I believe that you are one to help us through this ordeal... but you will need our help in return, and it is not freely given; you must gather approval of the remaining three of the Circle if you are to have enough resources to fight. And you will find none of them to be as welcoming as myself...

    You finally reach the tent; for a makeshift building, it stands imposing in the middle of all the smaller ones, decorated with abstract patterns in many shades of red and gold over the white cloth. Mahad walks in, and you follow close behind.

    The air inside is heavy with the smell of incense; the place is spacious and thoughtfully decorated, with several vases and other pottery lining the small tables and drawers around the room. Notably, three larger pieces of furniture rest at different edges of the tent: a large bookshelf with several books neatly lined up; a weapons rack with three swords - a one-handed shortsword, a curved blade and a two-handed sword - and a table with a large two-pan balance scale on top - one of the pans with many coins, the other with an even greater number of Rare Candies, both kept in perfect equilibrium.
    In the centre of the tent is a very large, circular table, with three men sitting around it - two older than Mahad, one considerably younger, just a little older than yourself if you had to guess.

    One of the old men speaks first.

    - Sun's blessings, Mahad of Belief. What is this? You bring a bamra to our tent?

    Mahad pulls his hood down, revealing a bald head covered in tribal tattoos. You reckon they must have some sort of religious meaning, given his position in the society.

    - Sun's blessings, Jabal of Power. Apologies, but this bamra is a friend, and I believe a valuable find. It is my conviction that he is an enlightened one, of the tales from beyond the Desert that speak of chosen Trainers capable of miracles.

    The youngest man laughs, but Jabal silences him with a cold stare before locking his eyes on you, but says nothing. It's the other old man who speaks this time, very slowly, with a frail voice that is at times almost imperceptible.

    - Belief may be a pillar of our community, but what you speak of is blind faith, Mahad. Bamra from beyond the desert call those chosen ones "Users", men and women who carry the secrets of the five Man-Gods. But this one... what makes him so remarkable? He possesses nothing more than a small Remoraid, and a Dwebble still with a wild soul. I see none of the fabled items rumoured to be given only by those Man-Gods, and thus no reason to consider him special.

    When Mahad replies this time around, you get the feeling that his tone is more respectful than the one he employed when answering Jabal.

    - You are right, Rasheed of Knowledge. I have no proof. Hence why I would you request you to find that proof in him, and if you deem him worthy, provide him all that he needs to stand up to the Beast.

    At the sound of this, the youngest of the Circle stands up abruptly.

    - Have you lost mind, Mahad? You want us to place the village's scarce resources in the hand of an unremarkable bamra? We simply cannot risk it! If we take our things and leave, we can survive the Beast's onslaught. It will find no food here and leave the Desert soon, if only we stay out of its way! What happens to the rest of the land isn't our concern; we must assure the survival of our own, and we will accomplish nothing but the opposite if we place blind trust in this man.

    Suddenly, Jabal's voice resonates strongly, as if echoing throughout the tent.

    - Enough!! Save us your insolence, Seth! You of all people should know that Wealth is nothing if not put to use. If we ignore the Beast, even if it does us no harm for now, it will return!

    Rasheed of Knowledge speaks next; calmly so, but his presence alone commands respect.

    - Jabal speaks the truth. To close our eyes and allow such evil to roam the land freely is nothing short of a sin; we have obligations toward our people, and more so than its immediate survival alone - we must always seek to make it thrive and secure a future for it. If the Beast is free, then we have no future. Time is short, but part of what young Seth said also holds true: we might be able to spare resources under each pillar's care, but we cannot part with them blindly.

    - What do you suggest, Rasheed?

    - Each of us will present the bamra with a test. Upon his performance, we will decide whether to place our faith in him or not.

    Jabal laughs and stands up. For an old man, he is remarkably tall and broad-shouldered; he must have been a beast of a man in his youth.

    - I want to believe in you, bamra. If anything, we lack elsewhere to place our faith in. As overseer of the village's Power, I will put you through a test of strength. Come outside and do battle with me.

    He walks outside without waiting for a reply. You look at Mahad, who smiles and motions for you to comply. Seeing little choice, you follow Jabal outside.

    The old man has already cleared the area in front of the tent and holds a Pokeball in his hand. You walk over to him and can't help but sigh as people once again start to gather around you; it's human nature, but you're not exactly thrilled to have half the village staring at you like you're on display.

    - Now, show me your worth! Come, Hippowdon!

    From his Pokeball emerges a large yellow hippopotamus, a Male Hippowdon, who roars as he releases sand spiraling from his body. You had hoped he'd choose something less powerful after laying eyes on little Suzi, but it seems Jabal isn't looking to hold back at all.

    - You can expect to face a much deadlier Sand Stream if you do challenge the Beast. Fail now, and you might as well leave altogether! As you most likely will when you face the monster, I will allow you to use more than one Pokemon in this battle. Give it your all, bamra!

    Upon hearing this, the Dwebble suddenly jumps from your head to the floor, standing up to the Ground-Type. It seems it wants to fight as well, possibly hoping that if it does well you'll rely on it against the Tyranitar later... You remember how every Crustle back at the rock must have died during the landslide and this Dwebble is the only one left of that swarm.

    Still, you are clearly outmatched... What will you do?



    The Graveyard

    swampertforever: Quentin and Cade both look at you expectantly, the former patiently, the latter not quite. Their eyes fixed on the back of your head burn like live coal as you desperately skim through pages and pages of memories. You find yourself wishing you could have more time to read them, as the Gravekeeper strikes you as having been a remarkable man from all the entries you glance through. But there are greater concerns at this moment, so you press on, hurriedly trying to find the smallest lead in the Diary.

    You feel unspeakably relieved as you finally find the all-important entry - the treasure must be buried inside Tina's grave. It was a long-held tradition to bury loved ones with valuable items, the Ancient Egyptians immediately coming to mind, and the Gravekeeper was probably no stranger to all those rituals; after all, death had been his trade since he was little.

    And conflicted as you are to ransack a grave, that one in particular, you force yourself to face the truth: you have no other option. The Gravekeeper would never have allowed it, but this world belongs to the living and you and your friends' well-being must take priority. After all, even if you refused to help, it'd only be a matter of time before these two found the treasure themselves, so what good would it do to throw your lives away now?

    You reluctantly instruct the two men to follow the scent of Gracideas, as instructed in the Diary. Both smile at the new set of instructions, but you notice a difference between those smiles: Cade is clearly grinning with lust for gold, whereas Quentin seems mildly touched by the old man's gesture of marking the grave with flowers and his own smile quickly begins to fade. Perhaps the realization that he'll have to desecrate that grave to get his treasure isn't sitting too well with him.

    Cade suddenly laughs and talks loudly.

    - Knew you had it in you, kid! Maybe when we're done here we can formally initiate you in our line of business! You're no better than the two of us after all. Now, tracking down those flowers... I wonder if this pup here can pull that off! No point in wearing down our own dogs if this one can do it for them.

    The Houndour seems to pick up on what Cade means, and shakes its head vigorously in refusal. Quentin takes a step forward, leans down and pats the black hound on the head.

    - The quicker you do this for us, the sooner we'll let you go. Just play along, will you? We'll just take the treasure and be on our way if you help us out.

    With each passing moment you realize that Quentin's mindset is vastly different from Cade's. Houndour apparently understands this as well and drops its head, resignated, before starting to sniff the dirt in search of leads, seemingly with no luck. After a while it raises its head again and tries to catch the Gracidea's scent in the air, but to no avail either... it seems it can't use Odor Sleuth yet.

    - Worthless piece of sh*t!

    Cade loses his patience and kicks Houndour square in the gut, making it lose its footing and fall to the ground in pain. The hound gets back up and growls ferociously, ready to pounce on the attacker, but at the last second decides against it and stands its ground, visibly hurt.

    - Cade, stop it you idiot! The hell was that for?!

    Quentin reaches for his belt and releases a Pokemon from a Moon Ball - a large Houndoom. Cade swears before doing the same, releasing a second fully-evolved hellhound.

    - Thing's just a pup, I doubt it even has proper teeth yet. The old man couldn't even train it properly before kicking the bucket! I see why the boss left it behind to rot during that last raid, would've done us no good to waste food on that one.

    - You know the boss cared for this Houndour. He only let it go because he knew this one would never allow itself to be raised for graverobbing.

    - Yeah, there's that too; this useless mutt softened the boss's heart to the point where he quit altogether! If anything, this Houndour's the reason there's just the two of us left in the biz. Maybe I'll feed it to Adra and Melech when this is over!

    The two Houndoom bark excitedly before eyeing the small Houndour. Have these two been raised in such a vile manner as to eat their own kind?!

    - You'll do nothing of that! Let's just get the goddamn gold and leave! We're wasting time.

    Cade mutters something and finally isntructs the Houndoom duo to track down the Gracidea's scent with their Odor Sleuth, which proves no trouble to either of them as they immediately dash in a certain direction.

    - There ya have it! Now kid, since you were so kind as to point us in the right direction, do be so kind as to see this through to the end. So... run.

    You have no choice but to do as Cade says; who knows if he has any more Houndoom in that belt? If you tried to escape now, he could well just sick a couple more blood hounds on you... You shake your head in disgust and run after the Houndoom, with the two graverobbers close behind.

    After a good while of running, your body still aching from the earlier blast but considerably less than before, you spot the dogs once more. They've stopped and are barking happily near a tombstone... It seems they found it.
    Cade approaches the grave, kneels down and picks something up. When he turns around, you see he's holding a half-withered Gracidea flower and grinning widely.

    - Jackpot, b*tches!

    He drops the flower and stomps on it, walks over to you and grabs you violently by the hair, making you look him in the eye.

    - You better pray this is the right spot boy, because if you made us run like mad for nothing, I'll gut you and feed you to the dogs before I do the same to that pup and the filthy monkey. Now, I just got one last favour to ask of you... Start digging. Pretty please?

    Hearing this, neither Houndour nor Blue can pretend you're a complete stranger anymore. Both walk over to the grave and start digging themselves using their paws, looking to spare you the toil and humiliation. While Cade looks amused, as if he'd known all along that those two were with you, Quentin silently unstraps the large shovel he'd been carrying on his back and sends the Pokemon away.

    - Our treasure, our job. Get to work, Cade.

    Cade curses under his breath and takes out his own shovel, joining Quentin in the task. Tired and hurt, you sit down on the ground, powerlessly watching the two men destroy what the Gravekeeper spent the last several years of his life protecting on his own. He might be dead now, but you were the one that put the final nail in the coffin by guiding the graverobbers here. Sick of pretending - was there a point anymore? -, Blue and Houndour come sit next to you, exhausted and scared.
    Time goes by and Cade and Quentin relentlessly dig away in search of the loot that they, too ,spent the last several years fighting for. The Gravekeeper had stood in their way for a long time, outlasting even the former leader of the gang, but they'd gotten the last laugh after all, so it's only natural that they'd persevere in this very last stretch. Both are sweating and looking gassed, the thick fog making the task even more demanding. And finally...

    - Cade, it's... her remains.

    - Keep diggin', Quentin. The old hag's bones won't make us rich. They're about as valuable as that k...

    They stop abruptly. Cade bends over and picks something up from within the grave... a small leather bag? The man's hand begins to shake, and it doesn't take long for you to realize it's out of repressed anger.

    - Quentin... what is this? What the f*** is this?...

    The older man takes the bag from Cade's grasp and drops the contents in his hand. You can't make it out from where you're standing, but Quentin is quick to clarify.

    - Wedding rings... they're the couple's wedding rings, Cade. It's all they are. This... is the Gravekeeper's treasure. This is everything the old man had, Cade.

    The younger graverobber stands in silence for what feels like an eternity, then suddenly snaps.

    - I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! Years after years of putting up with the old lunatic's tricks, mind games and home-made explosives, years of telling all the quitters that they were wrong, and this is my f**king pay?!

    His eyes fall on you, cold and deranged, and he quickens his pace in your direction.

    - You. This is all your fault! You tricked me! Tell me where the real treasure is, NOW!!

    Before he can lay his hands on you, Quentin grabs him by the shoulder, no doubt looking to talk some sense into him. As soon as he touches him however, Cade spins around and swings his shovel straight at Quentin, hitting him on the side of the head with such violence that the older man collapses to the ground immediately, knocked out cold.

    - I've had enough of you too! Constantly holding me back, dragging me down! You were in on this too, weren't you, you prick?!

    The two Houndoom, Adra and Melech, watch passively as the scene unfolds. You would have expected one of them to at least try and defend its Trainer, but neither moved a muscle. Only when Cade hissed the next sentence did the beasts react.

    - Listen up you filthy mutts! The first one to kill the boy gets to eat both him and Quentin! Get to it!!

    Adra and Melech immediately assume battle stances, growling ominously as they move in your direction. Blue and Houndour instinctively take a step back, but it's evident you won't be able to talk your way out of this anymore. On the bright side, if by some miracle you manage to deal with Cade and his dogs, it'll all be over!

    What do you do?!



    The Ocean of Mystery

    LucarioArtcunoSuicunLover: Look here



    Forest of Adventure

    Dark Searchman: The giant Rock Snake's appearance shakes things up a little, making them fairer in your opponent's mind and more challenging in your own. You reason that Serperior alone would have been no match for two Arbok, and rightly so, but part of you feels that an Onix might be tipping the scales the other way a little too much. Setting all possible jokes about overcompensation aside, you focus on the battle, urging Seshiro and Shisato to do the same. Fortunately for you, their evolution seems to have brought about not just greater strength but also an extra dose of maturity, as you watch both cobras fearlessly standing up to the new threat, ready to follow your commands.

    Meanwhile, your opponent doesn't kindly to your questions.

    - The hell's that supposed to mean? Why does everyone always have to compare me to her?! Just 'cause she went ahead and used our parents' money to move to Hoenn and join that stupid Battle Frontier? That Pike thing is hideous, it doesn't even look like a Seviper at all! She didn't even have any snake Pokemon when she left home, I liked them first!! But no, everybody's always like "Luke, you oughta be more like your big sister, she's a real pro!" I've had enough of this!

    You arrive at the obvious conclusion: this kid is Pike Queen Lucy's sibling! No doubt the younger one, and seething with jealousy over her sister's success... it's clear the two have been compared more often than he'd like. It would explain why he'd be so upset for having to come to the Arcane Realm, seems Luke has a pretty big sense of entitlement. You decide to teach him a lesson in humility, and the battle resumes.

    Seshiro makes the first move, looking to Bite down on the Grass Snake; the opponent however, known for being one of the fastest Pokemon around, effortlessly coils and slithers away; annoyed but quickly changing his focus, Seshiro jolts to the other side as his fangs gather ice-cold energy, aiming for his other target. Being much faster than the lumbering Onix, he hits his mark with little difficulty, the icicle-like teeth cracking and piercing through the rock, making the colossus roar in pain.

    - Onix, make it pay! Bind that Arbok and squeeze the life out of it! Serperior, you're the fastest, Slam the other Arbok now!

    The regal snake moves almost too fast for your eyes to catch, Slamming its tail against Shisato hard enough to interrupt her as she prepares to Screech. The female Arbok won't take it lying down though, and spits a deadly spray of Acid against Serperior, who yells and squirms in pain from the highly effective hit! Triumph is short-lived though; Onix wraps itself around Seshiro, still struggling to remove his fangs from the Pokemon's stone body, and squeezes so hard that the cobra loses its breath. And the grip only tightens further as Seshiro tries to break free... this can't go on much longer!

    What do you do?!
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    So, I was bored. And hadn't much liked my old entry post. So since there hasn't been any updates yet or anything... I kinda changed it a bit. Not much in terms of content, but I very much like this version better.

    The bell overhead gave a little tinkle as Drew stepped inside the pub. A cursory glance around showed that it seemed tonight wouldn’t be particularly different from any of the other nights he’d been here. Scattered throughout the rather large bar were all sorts of Pokémon and types of trainers alike. Within some of the groups Pokémon battles were being fought, some even without trainers present. A voice reaching his ears gave Drew pause as he made his way over to the bar itself, and… yes, that was indeed a Yamask campaigning for some government position over at the karaoke machine. (The last of all these did actually leave Drew stumped, but only for a moment before he rolled his eyes and continued to his booze-based objective.)

    In his opinion, Drew had adjusted pretty well to the… well, overall zaniness, for lack of any better term, found in the land of Fizzy Bubbles. The name was still weird though. Not in a bad way, no; but regardless of how it just seemed to fit the area (somehow; even though he agreed it just fit Drew still failed to see how exactly it did), the name still seemed like it should belong to a soft drink brand or something. Sure, when he had first arrived here a couple weeks ago his customary first trip to the local pub had been quite the wake-up call that all was not normal here. But now, two weeks later, here he was barely flinching at anything the bar had thrown at him (except for the Yamask; that was definitely new). Drew chuckled to himself as he sat down at the bar, suddenly amused by the sheer absurdity of it all.

    Placing his drink order with the stoic barkeep, Drew turned and watched the crowds for a few moments, until a soft thud accompanied by the sound of metal clattering to the bar table brought his attention to the guy a few stools to his right. The guy was tall – about Drew’s height – and dressed in a professional-yet-casual manner making Drew think he was here for some job. He turned his gaze to the countertop, which now had a small camera atop it, along with some earbud thing. Yeah definitely here for some job, probably photography, and by the look of his head laying dejectedly on the bar counter it hadn’t seemed to go well.

    “Tough day?” Drew asked.

    “That’d be an understatement,” the guy sighed. “Acted like an *** down in the subway on accident, probably ruined the rep of my new photography business, and on top of that I may have opened up a gate to hell in some old amusement park; I’m not actually sure what the heck happened there.”

    Testament to his newfound blasé attitude toward the goings on here in Fizzy Bubbles, Drew didn’t even bat an eye. “That’s rough man.”

    “Yeah…” He suddenly sat up, a determined glint in his eyes. “You know what? I’m not going to take it. No one here likes me, so I’m just going to leave. Catch the next boat out of here and back to Unova and start over. Make something good of myself.”

    Drew’s drink slid across the bar counter to him, and he raised it up in a toast. “Good on you, mate.”

    “Thanks,” the guy said as he stood and started to walk out of the bar. “Hey,” he called back as an afterthought. “You can have the camera and stuff; I won’t need it anymore.”

    Drew watched him go before glancing back at the bar. Hm, free camera. …Could’ve gone worse.

    As he picked up the camera and slid it in his pocket, he re-noticed the small earbud, which the guy had apparently forgotten. He picked it up and inspected it, figuring he should probably go give it back. Then again… The guy had told Drew he could keep the stuff. Shrugging, Drew pulled out his cell phone and synched it up with the earbud. Taking another glance around and seeing not much had changed, Drew finished his drink (quickly followed by two more) and decided it was time to head back to his hotel.

    On the way out he felt his phone vibrate within his pocket and pulled it out. A quick hit of the answer button and he put it up to his ear. Instantly he was greeted with the voice of his boss and old friend: Pete Boden.

    “Yo, Guildman, you there?”

    Drew rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Yeah Pete, what’s up?”

    “News of a lifetime man. Hear me out before you say anything, ‘k? We got the funds to do something completely amazing for the Tribune, and we chose you to be our guy for the job. Three words: World Tour Coverage.”

    “World tour? You realize I’m on vacation right?” He chuckled lightheartedly and added, “Or is this just some ploy to get me out of my paid break?”

    “No, dude, you don’t get it. This would be like your vacation now, extended for hell knows how long, and all you gotta do in return is write a little article about where you were for the week!”

    “…Everything’s paid for, no catches?”

    He could practically hear Pete’s smirk over the connection. “Everything: travel, room, food, all of it. And nope, no catches provided you just write the weakly article.”

    “So why me?”

    “Money of course; you’re already out in wherever you are, so no costs there. More moolah to roll around in,” Pete said with a bark of a laugh. “Plus, it’ll piss off your dear friend Lila that you got the job and she didn’t,” he added snickering.

    Drew groaned. “God, stop antagonizing her. She’s already got it out for me.”

    “You blind man? It’s me she hates; with you, on the other hand, she’s totally into you.”

    “As shown by the constant arguments we have and every time she makes a point to call me an *** even if we aren’t fighting,” Drew deadpanned.

    “Duh dude.” The attempted seriousness of his statement was foiled as he suddenly broke out into laughter. “Oh god,” Pete moaned, “it’s so hard to say that with a straight face. I still think she does dig you though; it’s just too absurd to not laugh man.”

    “Oh whatever, back to the actual reason you called?”

    “Heh, yeah. So, you in?”

    “Well, it’s all paid for yeah? Why the hell not,” Drew finished with a wide grin.

    :: :: :: ::

    The next morning Drew wasn’t entirely sure what he was more surprised by: the travel crew that was apparently his to command for this “world tour” business, or Pete’s first choice of travel location.

    In the end he decided the crew, if only because they really had no jobs to do other than start this first day with a wake-up (at some ungodly hour of the morning, Drew made sure to let them know) and provided him with an adventure suit of safari clothes, leather jacket, and fedora that had left him looking eerily like Indiana Jones. At the first available opportunity he switched the clothes for a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, though the jacket and hat he kept. (His only comment: “It’s a cool-*** hat. I’m definitely not ditching it.”) Afterwards he had been shuttled out to a waiting SUV, but not before grabbing his shoulder bag of goodies (as he called it; pretty much everything he’d need was in there, now including the free camera from the night prior) and sticking his new bluetooth earbud thing in his ear.

    The ride had been relatively uneventful. Most of the time Drew had spent telling the de facto leader of his “crew” that he probably wouldn’t need them for much (read: not at all now) and for them to just go have fun or do whatever; he didn’t really care. Just in case Pete was to ask if he called though, he made sure to get some of their cell numbers to contact ‘em if necessary. The rest of the time he’d spent staring out the window, wondering just where the hell he was headed.

    The answer, as he found out a short while later: a graveyard.

    Quote Originally Posted by enchantress View Post
    The Graveyard (Please reply in Silver)
    A haunting graveyard where the spirits of Pokémon have been put to rest. At night a thick fog hangs in the air while the restless spirits of those Pokémon with unfinished business rise from the grave, looking for closure that often never comes.
    To be entirely honest, Drew thought, staring out at the foggy yard, he had no idea what exactly he had been expecting for his first trip on the world tour thing. A moment later, he firmly decided that this had definitely not been it.

    Still, Drew simply shrugged and walked forward a few steps into the fog. Pete must’ve had some crazy idea for this, and considering his position Drew didn’t really find he had sufficient cause to complain. And, hell, he’d be lying if he wasn’t just a little curious as to why he was here. So he went along with it, and kept going into the graveyard, only pausing for a moment to let his Ekans, Salazar, out of his Pokéball and coil up around his shoulders. Drew wouldn’t complain for now. “Pete just better send me to somewhere bright and sunny next,” he thought aloud.

    Then, he got his third surprise of the day: “Definitely; dark and gloomy may fit Stealth, but definitely not me.”

    Drew stopped moving and began whipping his head around. “Who said that?”

    “Who said what?” the voice said again. It was masculine, with a slight lisp. It also sounded a little annoyed. “I didn’t hear anything.”

    Drew continued to glance around, confused. The voice sounded really close, but… the only thing near him was…

    His head turned and fixed his look on the snake around his shoulders. “…Salazar?”

    If a snake could be sardonic, Salazar was definitely looking the part, and then he followed with a: “No, Nagini.”

    Drew could only stare in complete shock.

    For his part, Salazar seemed to pick up something was off when his trainer stood doing a remarkable impression of a Deerling in headlights. Slowly, realization grew in his eyes and he spoke in disbelief, “You’re actually understanding me, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement.

    Drew suddenly had a flashback to the night prior, when he was amused by how unfazed he was by everything in Fizzy Bubbles. …Well, that just went out the window. Still stunned silent, Drew could only manage a short nod.

    Salazar seemed just as surprised as Drew was. “Well. …This is new.”

    Finding his voice Drew said a shaky, “Y-yeah.”

    “…Any clue how this is happening?”

    “Nope.”

    The pair entered a period of awkward silence, in which Salazar was simply trying to wrap his head around this new development. Drew, likewise, was too, but also playing through the entire last night that made him able to understand Pokémon, which was definitely not something he could do before.

    “Maybe,” Drew suddenly said, thinking of something. “This bluetooth headset I got…?” He reached up hesitantly to touch the earpiece. It was practically the only thing different from earlier yesterday that could have caused this. Well, unless this graveyard was some freaky magic place, but that just seemed unlikely. There was no such thing as magic that could do this. Advanced technology, on the other hand… well, it was more likely than magic, Drew thought with a snort.

    Salazar shrugged, which really didn’t look as much like a shrug as a ripple throughout his body. “Best guess as any.”

    And then the silence returned.

    After a few more minutes Drew broke it once more. “Ok, so, this is weird for both of us, yeah?”

    “No, not at all,” Salazar muttered with an eye roll.

    “Shush. Ok, so it’s weird. How about we just go with it for now? Figure it out after we’re somewhere not in this graveyard?”

    Salazar was quiet for a moment, but then relented. “Fine, yeah. Lead on.”

    Drew glared (though not with any actual malice) at his snake for the command, but still started moving again, deeper into the fog. Once more they entered an uneasy silence, but this time neither tried to break it.

    Well, Drew thought after several minutes of this, at least I’ll definitely have something to write about.
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    The Ocean of Mystery

    LucarioArtcunoSuicunLover: You stand up for Squishy on his behalf at the Captain voices his doubts about the Ditto’s competence. You go on and on about he is more than adequate for just about any replicating job required of him, even if, in the back of your mind, you wonder just what kind of creature Roatoga is to elicit the sea wolf’s doubts.

    - Bugs? Your bubblegum’s claim to fame is to be able to copy insects? Get out of my sight. Admiral, throw her off my sh….

    Suddenly, a loud thud echoes all around you as the entire ship is propelled to the side and everyone on the bridge loses their footing and tumbles to the ground – yourself included. Did you just collide with a mountain or something? What else could make a vessel this massive shake like this?! And how on Earth did the sailors miss something that colossal?! It was the Titanic all over again…

    - ROATOGA!!

    The Captain instantly springs back to his feet and bolts through the door that leads outside to the deck, followed closely by the Admiral. He briefly stops and turns to you, uttering one simple sentence before running after the Captain.

    - Follow me and you’ll understand.

    You take the words to heart, having had enough of not knowing what the heck is going on around you. You get back on your feet, praying that there isn’t a second bump, and run after the two men.

    The sun feels warm and inviting, but your feet are wet. Looking down, you realize that the floor is filled with water; a larger wave must have swept the deck after the shock. You spot the Captian, Admiral and a number of other crew members leaning at the ship’s bow, scanning the water with their eyes in search of the cause of all this hassle. And then you see it.

    Emerging several feet to the right of the ship, an absolutely massive creature surfaces, creating enormous waves as it rises out of the ocean, shaking the boat violently again; this time, you manage to stay on your feet, but your jaw drops.

    With your background in marine biology, you’re quick to identify the beast. However, its size is even larger – much larger – than you remember the species being, and its purple coloration is unlike anything you’ve ever seen on a regular specimen; Roatoga… is a Shiny Wailord!

    The giant whale dives back down, the ship (almost a canoe in comparison) dancing in the waves it creates. Even you are starting to feel a little nauseated by the constant undulation. The Captain, however, seems unfazed by the disturbance, and immediately shouts orders.

    - Starboard net, fire!!

    Almost instantly, a mechanic noise is heard, and a row of seven harpoons is fired from the side of the ship, all connected to a massive net that soars through the air behind them and sinks as it falls on the water, exactly where Roatoga had emerged.

    - Pull it! Engines at full power!!

    Seven chains are pulled back in slowly, dragging the net back towards the ship. After a brief moment of anticipation, the empty net begins to appear, and it’s immediately perceptible that Roatoga was not captured. The Captain swears and is about to turn his back, until the rest of the net is pulled up… revealing a trapped Wailmer!

    - I’ll be damned… We caught her child!

    It seems to be the case. Shortly after the Wailmer is dragged to the deck, Roatoga reemerges and lets out a frightening cry, before submerging again. You fear it might be about to ram the ship, but the Captain doesn’t seem the least bit concerned, and he’s known the Wailord for decades…

    - This changes the game, lads. We have the upper hand for once! Roatoga will be back for her baby, you count your mutinous rears on it! And by God, we’ll be ready for her! Drag the Wailer down to the hold and stick it in one of the larger tanks. We want it healthy for mommy to track down. Now, lass…

    The captain turns to you, grinning.

    - Roatoga will leave us be for a little while; she always does after I almost catch her, she needs time to think. But this is the first time we have a baby of hers, so she might not mull it over very long. I’d say we have about thirty minutes to come up with a plan… So, you’ve witnessed the wonder. Can your “Squishy” replicate that? You have exactly twenty minutes to figure out a way to capitalize on this and ten to put it into motion; if you fail, I’ll personally throw you off this ship!

    He turns around and goes back inside to the bridge, followed by the Admiral, leaving you all alone on the deck.
    The terms are pretty clear: either you help this man catch the magnificent Shiny Wailord for himself, or you’re as good as gone. You bite your lip; are these really your only options? Think, Lass!

    Clock’s ticking… what do you do?


    ((Sorry about the delay! I finished my first ever Uni exams about two weeks ago and it left me exhausted in the creativity department. Hopefully the quality won't take too much of a hit from that!))

    El was on the verge of tears as the captain tore into her attempt to sell Squishy's abilities. Clearly what she found impressive wasn't so to the person she was practically begging to act as her saviour. She felt truely helpless and out of options, her only saving grace of sorts that Squishy wasn't out to hear the insults. The last thing she needed right now was for the blob to turn into whatever he felt fitting and attack the captain.

    The Lass' train of thought was broken quite suddenly as the ship lurched to the side. Caught completely off guard, she fell to the ground with a scream. In her panicked state, her immediate thought was that the ship was sinking. Her immediate reaction was to check that all her pokeballs were still on hand, taking special note of Justin's. If worst comes to worst, she was damn well going to make sure she was prepared. Over the general din of chaos, El heard one word come loud and clear.

    "ROATOGA!"

    El was shoked by just how quickly the captain reacted, it was like he had just been told he was sitting on an Ekans. She wasn't sure what to do, she wasn't exactly on good terms with the man and did not want to anger him any further. But at the same time, there was the allure of getting to see for herself just what he was so enamoured by.

    "Follow me and you’ll understand."

    She didn't need to be told twice. She stumbled to her feet, still a little unsteady after her fall but otherwise unharmed as far as she could tell. She rushed as fast as she could without either falling again or rushing ahead of the captain. The first of those was made harder by the fact that the deck was absolutely drenched despite the clear skies. On the plus side, that also made the second goal easier, and the sunshine was very welcome after what had felt like an eternity in the cabin.

    Then it happened.

    It was all El could do to keep her footing, though at least this time she was somwhat expecting it. Just off to her right, so close to the ship she almost felt like she could reach out and touch it, a massive form breached the surface of the previously flat ocean. It was unlike anything the young girl had ever seen, even in her hundreds of nature documentaries. A massive magenta beast that dwarfed every other creature she'd ever seen. A creature so rare and elusive that the only way most people saw one was not through photos but through sketches. It was nothing less than a shiny Wailord, and nothing less than absolutely magnificent.

    Her mind immediately kicked into high gear. Of course the captain was doubtful of Squishy's ability to duplicate that. Not just the size, but there were conflicting, inconclusive, reports on Ditto being able to copy Pokémon with alternate colouring effectively. While she wouldn't put it pass the blob to find some way of doing so, they weren't exactly in the best environment to experiment. Her second thought was just what the captain was planning on doing with the Pokémon. she didn't have time to elaborate or think a third thought.

    "Starboard net, fire!!"

    El's ears were bombarded by a cacophony of unnatural sounds, a horrible contrast against he crashing waves. Crewmen barked orders at each other, somehow manageing to pick out the ones they needed to hear. El was utterly overwhelmed, to the point where she backed into the nearest wall and allowed herself to crash to the ground. She curled up and plugged her ears, no caring about the seawater soaking her wetsuit. It was already wet, anyway.

    Eventually, the din only seemed to get louder. El gave into her curiosity and forced her eyes open just in time to see a Wailmer being winched over and onto the ship.

    "I’ll be damned… We caught her child!"

    El's gut lurched. Even ignoring the moral implications, harming an intelligent creature's child is in no way a smart idea. Her concerns were only reinforced as Roatoga let out a cry that was painful even through her blocked ears. She could feel the tears coming back and she was already formulating an excuse for them that boiled down to 'salt in my eyes'. It wasn't until the captain turned to adress her sirectly that El realised he was talking.

    "Roatoga will leave us be for a little while; she always does after I almost catch her, she needs time to think. But this is the first time we have a baby of hers, so she might not mull it over very long. I’d say we have about thirty minutes to come up with a plan… So, you’ve witnessed the wonder. Can your “Squishy” replicate that? You have exactly twenty minutes to figure out a way to capitalize on this and ten to put it into motion; if you fail, I’ll personally throw you off this ship!"

    "I-I..." Before El could even try to stammer out a reply, the captain was gone. She staggered over to the side of the ship and grabbed the railing, taking a series of deep shuddering breath as she desperately tried to steady herself. She was working on a time limit to achieve a vague goal, far from a good situation for her nerves.

    Her hand travelled absently to her pokébals, or more specifically, pokéball. The simple, familiar metal casing that held her starter. She nervously glanced around before carefully unclipping it from her belt and releasing the Spearow into her lap. She wasted her first five minutes crying while gently cradling the very confused bird.

    As she started to calm down, the gears of El's mind went into top gear once again. She definitely didn't want to doom the poor Wailmer to a life without a mother, poor thing was simply caught up in a conflict it had no voice in. She didn't even know it's gender! On the other hand, it was her key to staying on the (relatively) dry boat. But could she live with the guilt?

    She took another breath and gently propped Sparow on her shoulder. "Hey girl?"

    "Spea?"

    "Would you mind staying there for a bit? I'm a little..." Even as El's voice tapered off, Sparow understood. The Spearow chirped and gently rubbed her head against El's Cheek. She forced herself to smile. "Thanks girl." With another deep breath, she stood up and carefully reattached Sparow's pokéball back to her belt. As she did so, her hand brushed against her spare ones, which she'd bought just in case.

    Transport option.

    El shook her head, desperately trying to think of something that wouldn't get her kicked off the ship. But like that strange spot on her bedroom wall, it just wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried. There was no denying tht she felt it to be the morally superior option in her eyes, it just so happened to be the option that probably ended with her in the ocean. There had to be a better option, but the clock was ticking. In the end she decided she'd rather deal with a 'little' water than a lifetime of regret.

    Then again, the fact that her idea was heavily influenced by the mediocre family movie she'd watched last night may be cause for regret as well.

    Of course, El's version did not include twin preteens having zany schemes. For one, she was a teen, for second, she was an only child, and third, their scheme did not rest upon the cooperation of a probably distressed wild pokemon and the hope nobody had noticed Squishy was in one of her fancy pokéballs. Still, at least nobody would be able to say she didn't try.

    First she ducked into what she could only home was an obscured part of the deck and let out Merri. "Okay girl," she wispered hurriedly, "I'm about to do something very stupid that involves leaving Squishy alone for a bit. I want you to follow me and make sure you memorise the path to where I leave him then come back out. If anything goes wrong you are to go back and get him. If we are seperated, look for either an Ice Beam or a Tri Attack fired into the sky, understood?"

    "Krab!"

    El looked awkwardly at the Krabby for a brief second. "I hope that was a yes. Now try to stay unseen!" Without eaven giving the pokémon a chance for a second reply, El strode out onto the deck with as much confidence as she could muster. She walked up to the nearest sailor and cleared her throat.

    "Um, uh, hi! The captain's asked me to come up with an idea to help with Roatoga's capture and I, uh, think I have one. The thing is it involves my Ditto copying the Wailmer you just captured and he's far better at this sort of stuff with a model than from memory but I don't know where the Wailmer is so I was wondering if there was maybe any chance that I could be shown the way? It doesn't need to be you if you're busy but I have a deadline here so if it could be done as soon as possible that would be great." El forced herself to put on what she hoped was a cheery smile. Normally she wouldn't find talking to others so distressing, but if there was one thing she'd taken from this whole adventure so far, it was that she was a bad sell.

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    Forest of Adventure

    Dark Searchman: The giant Rock Snake's appearance shakes things up a little, making them fairer in your opponent's mind and more challenging in your own. You reason that Serperior alone would have been no match for two Arbok, and rightly so, but part of you feels that an Onix might be tipping the scales the other way a little too much. Setting all possible jokes about overcompensation aside, you focus on the battle, urging Seshiro and Shisato to do the same. Fortunately for you, their evolution seems to have brought about not just greater strength but also an extra dose of maturity, as you watch both cobras fearlessly standing up to the new threat, ready to follow your commands.

    Meanwhile, your opponent doesn't react too kindly to your questions.

    - The hell's that supposed to mean? Why does everyone always have to compare me to her?! Just 'cause she went ahead and used our parents' money to move to Hoenn and join that stupid Battle Frontier? That Pike thing is hideous, it doesn't even look like a Seviper at all! She didn't even have any snake Pokemon when she left home, I liked them first!! But no, everybody's always like "Luke, you oughta be more like your big sister, she's a real pro!" I've had enough of this!

    You arrive at the obvious conclusion: this kid is Pike Queen Lucy's sibling! No doubt the younger one, and seething with jealousy over her sister's success... it's clear the two have been compared more often than he'd like. It would explain why he'd be so upset for having to come to the Arcane Realm, seems Luke has a pretty big sense of entitlement. You decide to teach him a lesson in humility, and the battle resumes.

    Seshiro makes the first move, looking to Bite down on the Grass Snake; the opponent however, known for being one of the fastest Pokemon around, effortlessly coils and slithers away; annoyed but quickly changing his focus, Seshiro jolts to the other side as his fangs gather ice-cold energy, aiming for his other target. Being much faster than the lumbering Onix, he hits his mark with little difficulty, the icicle-like teeth cracking and piercing through the rock, making the colossus roar in pain.

    - Onix, make it pay! Bind that Arbok and squeeze the life out of it! Serperior, you're the fastest, Slam the other Arbok now!

    The regal snake moves almost too fast for your eyes to catch, Slamming its tail against Shisato hard enough to interrupt her as she prepares to Screech. The female Arbok won't take it lying down though, and spits a deadly spray of Acid against Serperior, who yells and squirms in pain from the highly effective hit! Triumph is short-lived though; Onix wraps itself around Seshiro, still struggling to remove his fangs from the Pokemon's stone body, and squeezes so hard that the cobra loses its breath. And the grip only tightens further as Seshiro tries to break free... this can't go on much longer!

    What do you do?!
    Hyrem was proud of his two Arbok for taking this challenge in stride; they really came a long way in their training, and so far they were proving themselves and refusing to back down even when one opponent became two (and a half). All they needed were some attacks ordered, and they would do their best to defend their trainer's pride as well as their own. Meanwhile, Hyrem tried to get a little banter going so he could maybe get some information about his opponent, but when he brought up Pike Queen Lucy of the Battle Frontier... needless to say, it procured a very interesting reaction from the other boy: "The hell's that supposed to mean? Why does everyone always have to compare me to her?! Just 'cause she went ahead and used our parents' money to move to Hoenn and join that stupid Battle Frontier? That Pike thing is hideous, it doesn't even look like a Seviper at all! She didn't even have any snake Pokemon when she left home, I liked them first!! But no, everybody's always like, 'Luke, you oughta be more like your big sister, she's a real pro!' I've had enough of this!"

    "Wait, she's your sister!?" he reacted to Luke's outburst. Apparently Hyrem wasn't careful enough with what he wished for. He didn't know the Frontier Brain even had a brother. Now that he knew, though, everything else about Luke made so much sense! His haughty attitude, his resentment for being stuck in the Arcane Realm, everything. It didn't change Hyrem's mind about Luke, he still needed to be taken down a notch. Maybe Seshiro and Shisato would be the ones to pull it off...

    They certainly started off strong; even though Seshiro couldn't get a Bite on the speedy Serperior he was able to turn and sink his Fangs into Onix, causing more damage by infusing them with Ice. Shisato had her struggles with Serperior as she was Slammed to the ground on her head before she could let out her Screech, but she responded by spitting Acid into Serperior's face instead, dealing some good damage and reducing its Special Defense. Then things started to take a turn for the scary: Seshiro's fangs got stuck in Onix's rock-hard body, and Onix wasn't about to do him any favors. Instead, the Rock Snake took the opportunity to Bind Seshiro up tight in its large, rocky coils, tightening up even further as he struggled to even breathe, much less try to escape. "Seshiro!!" Hyrem yelled out. This was another case where his orders had to come quickly because the consequences could be fatal!

    "Quick, Shisato, you have to get in there! Smack Onix with an Aqua Tail, and try to hit so he lets go of Seshiro! If you see Serperior coming, throw a Sludge Bomb his way!" Shisato simply sprung into action to save her partner; she may prefer long-ranged combat, but that didn't mean she was a pushover in melee range, and she planned on proving it to anyone who would hurt Seshiro this badly. That was good for Shisato, but what could the male Arbok do? I don't think Seshiro can use Aqua Tail with Shisato if he's trapped by Onix like that, Hyrem thought to himself. And he won't be able to breathe enough to use Screech to disrupt him... Come on, think! Seshiro was running out of breath as it was, so he needed something now. Wait, maybe... "Hey Sesh, if your fangs are stuck like that, try a Crunch attack, and maybe you'll be able to get your fangs unstuck in the process! If you're still trapped by Onix, try a Screech, maybe he'll have loosened up after a couple of attacks; otherwise, use another Ice Fang on whoever you think is better to attack!" Seshiro, still gasping for air with a mouthful of Onix, could only hiss a "Haa... Haa..." and focus on sinking his fangs further into the solid rock. All Hyrem could do now was pray the Arboks' combined efforts would be able to get the team out of such a dangerous situation and that they'd be able to continue the battle.
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