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Old 06-20-2017, 04:55 PM   #53
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sorry these took a while! I have a bad habit of wanting to wait for everyone before proceeding with updates ^^'

Kawaii: Knowing that your Pokemon was potentially in danger fuelled you to run faster than you had before. You had to get to Tengu, no matter what it took. It filled you with hope to see that your Pokemon seemed to have the same thing on their minds, rushing alongside you in the hopes of getting their friend back. As you arrived at the makeshift home within the fallen log, you forced yourself to stay hidden. You had absolutely no clue what would happen if you emerged prematurely --- you could be attacked by this large group of Pokemon, and that certainly wouldn't do if you wanted your rescue efforts to be successful. You crouched down, making sure no part of you was visible as you spoke to your two remaining Pokemon. You instructed them to go in your place, making sure that they did not lie, and that they were only going in the hopes of convincing the Pokemon of the truth about Tengu. They both nodded, accepting what they would have to do. They had no enlargements, they wanted Tengu back just as much as you did.

DTM walked forward first, listening to everything that the Pokemon were saying. The happy chatter that followed welcoming a new Pokemon into their family, it was almost like a party. The Pokemon seemed very happy, crowding around their new brother, presenting him with various berries and other such goodies that had been gathered from the forest. DTM looked around nervously, worried that the Pokemon may turn on her once she spoke up about the truth. The Oddish seemed the closest to Tengu at this point, she had a large smile on her face as she chatted with Tengu. Unfortunately for her, the Seedot just replied with it's usual deep eerie sighs. DMT finally let out a deep breath and spoke up.

"What if it is not the trainer's fault that this Pokemon is hurt?" She asked, looking towards the crowd. The Croagunk, who was seemingly the leader of this gaggle of Pokemon glared in her direction. He eyed her closely, causing the Senret to gulp down a large amount of fluid from within her mouth.

"You don't look familiar..." He began to walk towards her, his fingers glowing, ready to fight the intruder if it was needed. The other Pokemon seemed ready to join in if it was needed. DTM stood her ground, ready to take a swing at any of the Pokemon if they dared to lay a finger on her.

Just as the fight was seemingly ready to begin, Tengu began to speak. It was as if he was fuelled by his friends being in danger --- he began to speak up about the truth as to what had happened to him. More life flowed through him than it ever had before. His speech was slow, still somewhat lifeless as he struggled to get all the words out. However, all eyes in the room were fixated on the Seedot. Oisin's jaw dropped, as did the small Oddish who had been standing so close to the acorn. Tengu slowly began to rise to his feet, standing boldly --- even though he had never had the strength in him to. He spoke more, and more, his pauses for breath came less frequently and he seemed to be filling with energy from the swamp itself.

The Croagunk looked mystified, he glanced towards DTM and Oisin. "Perhaps I misjudged your trainer... I sincerely apologise for that. However, perhaps it was destiny that he was brought to such a place." He glanced back at Tengu, who seemed far better off than he ever had before. "You're all free to go, I apologise for my behaviour earlier, please apologise to your trainer for me if you can." He gave a small bow, and gestured towards the entrance. The trio of Pokemon made their leave, returning to you almost as quickly as they had been gone. Seeing Tengu standing on his own fuelled you with hope that the swamp would indeed heal his ailment. You fought back the tears in your eyes of seeing him come so far. However, your reunion was cut short by a loud screech.

Your head swivelled back towards the fallen log filled with Pokemon, seeing them pilling out as fast as they could. The Oddish ran towards DTM and Oisin. "Help! Just after you left a group of snakes came and attacked us! Croagunk is trying to hold them off but he's super outnumbered!" Her eyes were pleading. DTM turned towards you and tried her best to explain the situation.

There are Pokemon in trouble! What do you do?



Morningstar: The graveyard was far to dishevelled to even be considered a proper place to bury the dead at this point. The path was sunken in in all the wrong places, overgrown with shrubbery and almost impossible to properly tread across. Each grave that you passed seemed to be far too faded with age to properly read what exactly rested below them, it was almost as if they were purposely scrubbed out to erase any existence of what rested here. Your Pokemon clutched the edge of your skirt, seemingly out of fear --- but it was actually in order to be at your side to protect you from any beast or possible ghost that tried to attack. A sigh pressed it's way out of your lips, why had you even come here? It was cold and dreary, it would have been a far better option for you to go to the village. At least there you wouldn't be out here, shivering like an fool with a large bundle of flowers in your hands.

Your attention was immediately drawn to a light in the distance, it was faint on the horizon, but just bright and pressing enough to draw your eyes to it. You felt the weight on your heart lift instantly, finally you'd have something interesting to do in this cruel and pressing graveyard. You kept an eye on it, asking your Mawile if she had seen it too. However, your Mawile seemed to be focusing on a bush nearby that had begun to rustle ominously in the wind. However, you weren't deterred --- you knew what you had seen and you knew that you desperately needed to get over there to check it out. You began to rush towards where it was coming from, causing your companion to frantically scurry behind you. Eventually, you thought it best to simply carry the creature, so that she wouldn't fall behind. She protested at first, but eventually accepted that this was the best for the both of them.

As you bounded across the uneven terrain of the graveyard, countless graves poked their heads out of the earth among your vision. The light also seemed to be getting brighter, and a little bit more clear the closer you seemed to get. As you approached, you noticed that the light actually seemed to be floating above the ground, as well as the fact that it had a rather pressing purple glow to it. This only fuelled your enthusiasm more, what could it possibly be? As you ran across a small gap of land in the graveyard, you noticed something odd. Not only was the light particularly bright and almost blinding from up close, it was actually in a lantern being carried by what looked to be another person.

It was a young girl, she had a long black rod in her hand from which a small cage like lantern swung --- which contained what looked to be a dripping white wax candle with a tremendously bright purple flame glowing atop of it. The girl herself looked quite normal, regular brown hair, somewhat darkened eyes with large bags under them, and messy ripped clothing. The clothing and eyes were probably just from playing in such a dreary place, the young girl had probably fallen and ripped up and dirtied her clothes, it was no cause for the concern that your Mawile was clearly displaying. The young girl's eyes seemed fixated on a hole in the ground, a shovel was at her side --- had she dug the hole? She was starring into it, unblinking even as you approached. She barely reacted to your presence, but the light seemed to glow even brighter once you got closer. What exactly was she looking at in that hole? It was about 4 feet tall, 2 feet wide, and of an unknown depth.

Do you dare look in it? Or would you rather get the girl's attention first? What do you do?


Patches: After having the painting swipe at you, you take a rather spectacular tumble --- the painting still in your grasp as you plummet to the ground. Your confusion only begins to get worse as you feel the room distort and shape itself around you, the hissing and growling still ever present as the lights flicker out and the door forcibly slams itself shut. Once everything seemed to have come to an abrupt stop, you find yourself sitting on the floor, staring directly into the bright gem eyes of the painting. The room is eerily quiet, the only noise the sound of Kiku's laughter. You find yourself feeling particularly angry and ruffled at this painting, you let out a loud huff and return to your feet. It was extremely rude of the painting to attack you! Didn't it have any manners?

You're prepared to give the painting a much needed talking to, until your eyes notice a light darting through the floorboards. Was that a trapdoor? Not that that was exactly important right now, you had unfinished business with this terrible piece of art. You turn to it and begin to give it a proper scolding with the most serious face you could muster, “Did you cause that door to slam and the lights to go out..?! Actually! That’s not what matters here. You swiped your claw at my face and that wasn’t very nice. You could have hurt me!”. You're rather upset at this inanimate object, it most certainly owes you an apology, but that apology never comes. You think the painting needs a time out, give it time to think about exactly what it did and hopefully form some sort of apology. Satisfied that you sorted out your initial problem, you begin to crawl around and try and find that darn trap door again. You know that whatever lies beyond it may in fact be the festival that you've been itching to get to since you arrived.

Your hands meet a seemingly loose piece of floor and you give it a good yank, revealing what looks to be a ladder leading into a dimly lit tunnel. You glance downwards, that chilly air was coming from down here, almost as if it lead back to the outside of the manor. However, you knew that this was the most likely candidate for the festival's location --- so you worked your way down. Once back on the ground of the passageway, you can swear you hear voices; perhaps those belong to the happy festivals participants? You begin to take a running start, ending up in what looks to be an almost dungeon-like area. The walls are a smooth grey concrete, nothing special about them in any way. However, there is something that strikes you almost immediately about this room... actually, there are several things.

A single table rests in the far back of the room, it's one of those cheap folding tables that you would often see being used for a party. The second is the pumpkin resting upon the table, it looks particularly fresh and undisturbed. The third is the two empty paintings that rest next to the table, they're seemingly just frames with nothing but blackness within them. The fourth is the banner... pink in color with crudely written letters spanning it's surface.

"WeLCUM PaTCHeS"

It almost looks as though a child had written it... do you dare go further into this room? What do you do?
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