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Old 12-21-2008, 03:12 PM   #51
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Fangirl and Sneasel12, you have not replied to any updates for over a month. If you don’t reply by the next time I post my updates I shall give your spots to two other members.

The Music Room

Jerichi ~ Her music was so sweet and melodious the notes melted your heart and made you feel so relaxed. You sat and listened silently not wanting to make a noise and ruin the beautiful song. Her sorrow poured into the song as touching the harp you played earlier you felt it intensely. Misdreavus sang so beautifully and her emotions seemed to only compliment the song despite their general negativity. Closing your eyes you felt her loss as if it was your own and felt your heart grow heavy, even Snowy seemed affected by it. She finished her ballad and bowed and you applauded gently appreciating the beauty. She floated over to you trying to hide her tears to no avail and you compliment her singing and the song, it had you enraptured along with the emotions. Apologising for losing grip on her Psychic she began to strum the harp distracting her from her thoughts. She introduced herself and you followed suit. Alessia smiled a genuine smile at the both you.

“Such nice names, Tetsu and Snowy I thank you again for stopping by to visit me. Complimenting her talent made her blush and duck her head but you go on to ask how she found her way to this Mansion even if this room seemed suited to her you assumed that she wasn’t from around here.

“I …” she said trailing off turning away trying to gather her emotions and thoughts before turning back to face you looking more confident.

“No you are right; I have not always resided here. I come from somewhere very far away. I was part of a travelling orchestra with several other Pokemon. We used to travel everywhere, we were never in one place for too long; so many places to visit you see,” she said her eyes sparkling as she spoke of these good memories. We’d perform on the biggest stages with the most exquisite sounding instruments, I don’t want to sound so big headed but we were very good. We had so many bookings from all over it kept so busy but we loved what we did so we didn’t mind. It was like one big family travelling together, we had such good times …” she said trailing off as you hang on her every word.

“One day we were asked to perform for this Mansion. A few members of the orchestra were wary, but I was never one to deny someone the joy of music so I convinced the group to come here. We performed a set in the Ballroom for a party and they loved it. Despite the rumours of horror from this Mansion everyone seemed so nice so we got acquainted with the owners. They requested that we stay a few more days to play some private concerts. We were never one to remain in one place for long like I said but we agreed in the end, we had enjoyed our performance here and I thought another day here wouldn’t hurt. How wrong I was,” she said bowing her head as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

“We came to this music room to perform for the young mistress of the house but … but she didn’t like the performance and she locked us in here with her magicks. We found ourselves trapped with no possible escape. We tried to reason with her as she came back for regular performances but she was never satisfied. Soon the members of the orchestra … my friends were taken away by her for her wicked uses. I heard of what she had done to other Pokemon in the past and I fear so for my friends. She took one member every week until only I remained. I remember screaming and then darkness before the light came back and I was still in this retched room. Even in death she keeps me locked here. I fear I am the only one left alive, that all my friends died at her hands but recently I have heard noises. A cry for help from where she used to take them and I feel hope again. I believe my friends may still be alive.” She finished sniffling and shaking away the tears. She floated towards the stage and beckoned for you to follow. Walking behind the curtains you head down some steps and find the backstage room which appears much larger than the room up front would suggest. Alessia hovered near a door with a faded star on it.

“She would take them through here. I have not been able to pass through it because of the spell but I remember when she took my friends through here the spell seemed to fade away allowing them to be dragged to their fate. My psychic doesn’t work on the door; I think her spell was designed so only a human could open it. I had no human friends here so I wouldn’t be able to escape. I … I mean would you …” she says trailing off looking down the unspoken question hanging in the air. You knew what she wanted you to do; would you be willing to help her?
Sorry for the crappy reply. I just need to get this done before the holidays start full swing.

“Such nice names, Tetsu and Snowy I thank you again for stopping by to visit me." She mused airly, plucking the harp psychically as she blushed a little at the compliment.

Tetsu inquired as to her being in this terrible mansion, curious as to how such a nice Pokemon could be trapped in such an awful place.

“I …” she started, trying to muster herself.

She wove a tale of her and her friends and their musical group. She spoke of their fun times and great friendship. She went on to explain how she came upon this mansion, and how they played for the party, and how her and her friends were trapped in this room. Finally, she told him of how one by one, her friends were taken away, and how she could hear her friends cries even to this day.

Tetsu listened intently to Alessia's story. He could almost relate, having been cut off from his friends a long time ago. He knew the pain she felt, and he didn't want anyone else to go through that suffering.

Once she finished, he frowned slightly.

"I'm so sorry, Alessia. Snowy and I will do whatever we can to help." Tetsu offered.

Snowy nodded, giving a quick "Sno!" of agreement.

Taking a quick breath, Tetsu stood, and slowly walked over to the newly opened passageway. Nervously, he took a step forward...
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Old 12-30-2008, 03:58 AM   #52
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Fangirl, you have had amply time to reply to your update but have yet to do so therefore your have lost your spot. There is now one more open spot in the HM for someone to adventure (if you already have 2 other adventures then you cannot apply … the new CG/VM don’t count towards this).

To everyone: sorry about the long delay with this set updates. Thank you for your patience through this busy period. It's much appreciated ^-^


The Library

Rabid Squirrel ~ Your throat felt raw from all the crying you had done in such a short space of time. With blurry eyes you are led indoors to a warm cosy living room with a crackling fire. Looking at its sparkling orange embers you remember the small fire at the Mansion, where you had quickly made a new friend only to lose him and your beloved Pokemon. Fresh tears track down your cheeks as sobs wrack your body again. Glenda hurries back from the kitchen upon hearing your renewed distressed state and hands you a cup of hot chocolate which you gulp down feeling slightly better despite your situation, there was something about hot chocolate that always made people feel better. You’re dragged out of your misery by a teenager pointing what looked like a wand in your face. Too shocked to continue crying you look at her perplexed wondering what you had done to irk her so. Glenda and her granddaughter as she was revealed argue over your purpose here and wonder what enemies they could possibly have; they seem so nice after all … well Glenda did. With the situation quickly diffused Sabrina stomped back upstairs stashing her wand away from view and you’re left utterly confused. What weird place had you found yourself in?

With that disruption out of the way Glenda turns back to you as you stare where Sabrina last stood and with kind eyes enquires as to how you found your way here. Thinking back to the events that had transpired you sniff and rub at your eyes feeling another wave of emotion overcome you as you stumble over your tale. Glenda listened patiently as you rambled about things that would seem down right weird to anyone else, Haunted Mansions and talking Noctowls? You’d be lucky if she didn’t throw you out on the street screaming 'insanity' at you. However you continue on not able to stop now that you’ve mentioned your new friend. Tears flow once more as you describe how you picked up innocent books and began to read, both of you enraptured by the novel on Dawn and Xavier. New feelings had emerged and confused you and before you could think over them further you were showered in gold and silver sparks and whisked away from each other. You finish off by telling how you woke up here alone and begin to bawl loudly causing a groan to erupt from upstairs.

Glenda had an unreadable look on her face as she contemplated your story. If she could see the light and dark in others as she had said you hoped that she believed you. You feel her wrap your arms around you and you cry into her shoulder letting out your grief and fear as she soothes you with a soft song. Her harmonious voice whispers in your ear and you feel calmer already your sobs slowing into soft hiccups. Glenda pulls back and smiles at you with pity.

“Oh child it sounds like you have been through such a lot in a small space of time. No wonder you’re this upset. I know what its like to lose friends, you never feel the same,” she says and you cast your eyes downward the still smiling face of Cyprus imprinted on your mind.

“I think you could use a rest,” Glenda says pulling you from your memories, “I’ll help you however I can to find your friends again,” Glenda says and you manage a small smile thankful to have found someone so kind and generous. “You can use the spare room upstairs, rest my dear and later we’ll sort out what to do next,” she said and you nod feeling exhausted from the journey and flood of emotions you experienced. Glenda calls out for Sabriniawho rushes down the stairs to stand before you crossing her arms and glaring at you still not very trusting.

“Sabrina please show Kami up to the spare room,” Glenda asks and Sabrina looks horrified at the request.

“You mean not only is she staying but your letting her sleep in THAT room? It-its too special for her she’ll ruin it she’ll..” she rants before Glenda silences her with a hard glare that makes your spine tingle.

“Sabrina that is ENOUGH. Kami is a guest in this house and you will treat her with the same respect you show me is that clear?” she asks and Sabrina bristles at being admonished but hangs her head and nods.

“Good, now please show Kami up,” she says and Sabrina sighs before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs.

“Have a good rest Kami,” Glenda says and you smile at her not noticing the worried look in her eye as you move out of sight. You are half-led half-dragged up a long set of stairs onto the landing before moving along a corridor with black and white photos in quaint little white frames. Sabrina leads you to a white painted door with light blue stars etched around the frame. She turns the handle and leads you inside. The room was of moderate size with a large queen sized poster bed on the left side. The bed was swathed in a cosy white duvet with blue stars embroided, silver silks hung from a circlet on the centre reaching down to the floor. Opposite the exquisite bed was a large bookcase filled with old musty books in fact there were too many that some were stacked on the floor before it. A door led to what appeared to be a closet, a locked chest sat in a corner of the room nest to a vanity table with a long mirror that reached the ceiling. Light filtered in through elegant balcony doors that were currently closed and you reason that this room must face the back of the house for you hadn’t seen a balcony as you approached. The strangest thing was though you feel like you had been in this room before. Sabrina glares at you as you enter a harsh cough catching your attention.

“You better leave this room the exact way it is now. I’ll be watching you, no matter what Glenda says I still don’t trust you,” she huffs as she stomps off and you wonder why she had it in for you. Walking over to the bed you lie down and remember how soft it was. You can remember how every morning the sun would shine brightly through the balcony doors waking you up at just the right time. You’re not sure how you have memories of a place you’ve never visited before but you find them comforting as you slowly close your eyes feeling the exhaustion finally overcome you.

The world filters out and suddenly you feel that warm sun on your face and cheerily stretch before you get out of bed walking gracefully over to the balcony windows pulling them open to look down at waking world. You feel yourself smile and spin before leaping back inside and rushing to the bookcase picking up a book that was open on the floor and sat cross-legged reading its passages with deep interest. You catch words like ‘Magic’ ‘auras’ ‘enchantments’ ‘dark energies’ and ‘curses’ before a knock at the door startles you and you quickly hide the book behind the others in the bookcase as the door opens.

“Reading again,” Glenda says chuckling, “My dear sometimes I think you are too studious,” she says chuckling as you blush and sigh.

“Come now you need to get ready,” she says and you nod as she shuts the door you sit down at the vanity table and brush your long blonde hair pulling it back into a intricate knot that allowed long strands to curl along your shoulders. Your bright green eyes meet your reflection and you gasp falling over the stool you sat on as you … suddenly sit up in bed looking around in confusion. Was that a dream? It seemed so real and Glenda was in it. Before you have time to think over it further you hear quiet voices from downstairs and pushing the duvet off you move over to the door pushing it open. Tip toeing along you feel guilty at your actions but curiosity has the better of you and as you reach the top of the stairs you hear the voices more clearly.

“Who is this child that arrived here?” a stranger’s voice asked sounding concerned,

“You needn’t worry about her Heather she is of pure heart and spirit, a stranger to this world I am to believe,” Glenda says causing gasps all around,
“She is not from this world? How is that possible?” a new voice asks.

“She must mean from another continent though with the battles raging here I wonder how she got passage here,” Heather surmised.

“I mean another world Heather. All I know that she is from somewhere far from here. The place she described to me I have never heard of and though it is possible she is from somewhere on this world I have no knowledge of … her aura is strange.”

“How so? The new voice asked again,

“It seems to be a mixture of two auras, one that seems almost familiar and her own which is younger than any auras of this time,” she explained and you find yourself confused.

“Such a thing is not possible Glenda” the new voice said

“I would have thought so too Prudence but it was I see. She spoke of Dawn, that she was written in a book …” Glenda said the woman muttered amongst themselves.

“How could she know of her if she is not from this world?” Heather asked intrigued.

“I fear there are many unanswered questions as I know not. This child is very unique and unfortunately lost. When this war is over we must help her find her way back.”

“The war may never be over Glenda,” Heather said, “Are you to care for her all that time?” she asked.

“I feel a connection to her, a need to protect her and I shall,” Glenda says and they adjourn their conversation before moving towards the stairs. Hastily you run back towards your room and shut the door climbing back under the covers just as you hear the door open and light filter back in.

“I wonder …” Glenda says before closing the door again leaving you back in the darkness of the night. Your mind is so full of questions you wonder what to process first.



lilbluecorsola ~ Slumped on the sofa as the past events rushed through your mind you allow your frazzled nerves to calm and pump adrenaline to slow its rush through your system. The burning sensation in your chest reduced to a dull ache as your breathing slowed and you closed your eyes feeling a mixture of relief at momentary safety and shock at the God awful situation you had unfortunately stumbled onto. You knew that the Mansion was not a safe place to be but anything was better than that undead-festered village. You had initially hesitated and eventually opted away from the Mansion past memories and emotions haunting you too much to enter but you could have never expected to experience something far worse in the abandoned dead village. And now here you sat feeling the warmth of the fire flush your skin in the very building you fled from, infected with an unknown disease growing within your body and injured to boot.

Pulling back your trouser leg you wince as the material slides over the raw dirt-filled wound. How ironic would it be to contract another infection whilst fleeing from the source of the original? Laughing bitterly you look around for something that could possibly treat you wound when you hear a voice from behind. Looking over your shoulder to see the hazy red eyes accompanied by a wide grin you leap backwards nearly stumbling over the table in your haste to escape the newcomer who had materialised by your leg examining it with interest. It eagerly asked you how you got the wound and begged you to let it touch it. Backing off towards the hot fire you plead with it not to touch the wound for fear of the pain it would cause and not know where that Gengar’s hand had previously been. Gengar floats back a large pout on its normally grinning face before that inane grin returned full force.

“I will clean it for you,” it says proud of its generosity and floats behind you leading you back to the sofa pushing you onto the soft material and hovering before you. You look at it apprehensively really wishing you could treat it yourself not really trusting the creature that had seemed so intent on touching your wound. Sitting in a more comfortable position you nervously eye Gengar who beams at you with excitement before running his tongue the length of your calf causing you to shriek and leap off the sofa in disgust. You yell at it for its gross actions and it frowns at you for the outburst pouting again.

“My tongue is special,” it says as a manner of explanation, “I can heal anything with it,” it says winking at you and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks at its implications. Backing away from the weird Gengar you shriek again as it reappears behind you lifting you up and placing you back on the sofa.

“Okay,” it whines. “I’ll get some healing items. Do Potions work on humans?” it asks grinning at you trying to rile you up before floating off to the back of the Library. Great not only had you been forced back to the Mansion but you had to stumble onto one of its weirdest occupants. Sitting in silence with the only noise being that of the dying fire you nervously gaze around wondering if within these walls lay the cure to your infection and are startled out of you thoughts as Gengar materialised back in front of you thankfully holding the correct medical supplies for a human and one Potion.

“I found some bandages and antiseptic, though it won’t be as good as my tongue … and a Potion, just incase” it cackles putting the items down and picking up the antiseptic spray picking up you leg and beginning to work. You asked it again if it lived here as it had missed the question the first time and it looked up from your leg and stared at you with those fiery-red eyes again sending chills down your spine.

“I’ve always been here, since I was a little Gastly. Why would I want to be anywhere else this Mansion is sooo fun.” It said chuckling as you winced at the stinging sensation of the spray on your leg.

“What about you beautiful?” it says. “What are you running from?” it asks staring right into your eyes as if it was searching them for the answers. “Whatever it is,” it continues “it gave you a really cool wound, the best one I’ve seen in a while,” it says impressed by your ailment as it applies some non-stick gauze to the wound before bandaging the length of your calf. Sitting back it admired its work.

“It looked better before,” it says grinning at you, “but hurts less now?” it asks and you move your leg back and forth feeling the stinging gone and warmth surround it. Nodding caused Gengar to smile and float back grabbing several cakes from the table you had spotted earlier and devoured them with one great gobble rubbing the crumbs down his leg spreading them everywhere. It suddenly paused as it remembered something and turned to face you looking quite comical with crumbs around its mouth.

“Did you ask me something else?” it asked having paid no attention to your previous questions. You ask it again if it had heard of a place called ‘Vestige Town’ and whether there’d be any books on it here. Gengar folded its short stubby arms over its big belly and donned a thinking pose and went silent. You stare back at it anxiously waiting for an answer but it seemed to big to snore and you nearly hit the ground in shock. What the hell was wrong with this ghost? Waking up at the noise Gengar smirked down at you.

“I have heard of it,” it says as a matter of fact and you feel your hopes rise though it could be playing you.

“It’s not far from this Mansion is that right, through the forest down a shadowy path?” he asks and you affirm his assumptions. “Never seen it,” he says and you feel disheartened “but yep heard of it, the Gallows had spoken of it before,” he says and you’re surprised that he knew the original owners of the Mansion.

“Did you get that lovely wound there? Maybe I should have paid it a visit if it was that feisty.”It says frowning at having missed out. You cough and ask if it knows if the Library has any books on Vestige Town and Gengar floats back so it lies lazily in the air.

“I don’t know but I know how to find out … what’s in it for me?” it asks grinning at you. You blink as you wonder what you could possibly offer the ghost in return for his help when he cackles.

“How about you start by telling me your name beautiful and I’ll give you a head start.”



The Black Door

Sneasel12 ~ When you had picked the Black Door to venture too, it legend piquing your curiosity you had never imagined to find what you saw right now. A large room spanned before your very eyes and could possibly be big enough to fill the entire Mansion. Walking along past the first few rows of pews in this unholy place the smell of burning oil filling the room giving it a charred sickly smell. You scan the church past the rows of black pews to the far end with a marble alter right front and centre, a tall pulpit draped in black and blood red velvet. You can only assume that this church was made for satanic rituals and meetings and want nothing more than to leave, but Marissa with her enhanced eyesight spots something at the end of the church. Both of you run towards the alter and you spot what she had seen as you get closer. Picking up speed your footsteps echoing through the empty room you leap up 3 steps and reach the marble table. Laid upon it is a young child no older than 10 strapped down with leather bonds. She lay still the only movement was that of her chest rising and falling unaware of her current predicament. Her pale skin seems to almost glow from the small amount of light and her long blonde hair hangs off the alter nearly reaching the floor. You have no idea why such an innocent young girl was in such a foul place and judging by her state you assume that she did not do this of her own accord.

Searching for something to cut the bond strapping her to the table you swivel to face the door you entered, the sounds of heavy footfalls coming from that direction. A soft rhythmic chant started up and combined with the footsteps it filled the corridor and soon the church. Whatever was coming there was many of them and you doubted if they were travelling to this place that they would be coming to the girl’s aid. You wonder if you could burn the bond with a torch but rationalise that there would be a high chance of injuring the girl too and that would not do. Marissa sighs at you as you pace back and forth trying to come up with a way to free her and taps you on the shoulder with her weapon. Turning to face her you laugh with embarrassment before accepting the Shadow Lance from your Duskull and place its sharp tip to the leather strap near her wrist. Pushing hard you move back and forth trying to cut the strap whilst being careful not to slice the girl’s wrist at the same time.

The chanting grows louder and faster as the group of footfalls grows closer and Marissa begs you to move faster. With a quick sawing motion you rub over the leather straps and pull the Lance back to see that you haven’t even dented them. Sighing in frustration you pull the lance back and with careful aim swing it hard downwards hitting the strap dead on only to bounce back nearly dropping the lance with the force and see a white energy shimmer over the girl’s form. She gasps at the shock and her eyes open as she looks around before pulling at her bonds in panic. She looks over to you with your large Shadow Lance her silver eyes grow wide and she softly sobs thinking that you’ve come to kill her. You quickly give the lance back to Marissa and explain that you were trying to free her by cutting the bonds but were unsuccessful and she slows her crying down staring at you with her haunting silver eyes. She gazes over to Marissa who hides the lance and nods her head.

“You … were trying to save me?” she whispers in a frightened voice. You nod and try pulling at the bond as Marissa frantically looks over to the entrance, the chanting so loud now that it filled the entire church resonating off its tall walls.

“Stop,” the girl commands and you let go of the bond around her wrist to look at her with confusion.

“You must hide … if they find you they’ll kill you too,” she whispers seemingly quite aware of the threat approaching.

“The booth over there, please hurry,” she says tilting her head to look at the confession booth in the corner. Marissa tugs on your sleeve wanting to heed the girl’s advice not happy to take on the masses about to burst into the church. You run off the alter and reach the booth in time to close the door as the entrance way bursts open and rows of men enter still chanting their haunting tune. From the window cut into the front of the booth you can see the hoards of men swathed in black robes with red symbols stitched into the front slowly filling the pews standing and chanting. You pull the velvet material back as more robed men pass until the whole church is filled. The chanting abruptly stops and a final man walks between the pews dressed in grey holding a large staff adorned with blue and red crystals, a large black crystal sat on its top held in by metal claws. He walked the entire length of the church passing the young girl on the alter who pretended to be asleep as he ran a hand down her cheek before moving to stand behind the pulpit.

“Welcome dear ones to this most holy ceremony, the ritual of deliverance,” he says to a round of cheers by his followers, his patronage. He silences them with a wav of his hand.

“We have worked hard and waited too long but now the day is upon us. This heathen will be delivered to a vile afterlife where she belongs,” he says and you frown in confusion, he was describing as something awful, and how twisted must he be to convince his followers this child was deserving of this?

“When the moon reaches its zenith in the sky on the 7th day the ritual will commence and her body will be swallowed by the purifying fire. But first, for all of her sins she will be punished as it our right,” he yelled and his followers chanted their approval. The man walked back over to the girl and held his staff over her chest as it began to pulsate with black energy and she woke up from her pretence screaming and bucking against her bonds as the energy crashed into her. The man smiled wickedly as the black waves hit her making her scream louder before her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to convulse in a nasty seizure. You can’t bear to look and slide against the wall of the booth as Marissa looks out grimacing at the torture.

“Such punishment is not enough vile child, you deserve more which we will deliver. For now enjoy the sleep, you will not get much rest as the days progress, you time is almost up,” he said before addressing his followers.

“Only 3 more days my brethren, the ritual will begin and the world be rid of one more hethen.” He says causing more raucous cheers before he walks back to the end of the end exiting the way he came. Many of his followers approach the alter, some taunting the unconscious child and one even spits on her cheek before they too file out.

Marissa pulls on your sleeve to tell you that the coast is clear and you leave the booth slowly looking about for anyone that may have lingered behind. Find the church once again empty you rush over to the girl and wipe the saliva off her cheek with your sleeve and wince at how fragile and tormented she looks. She opens her eyes whimpering in pain before looking at you with those silver eyes again.

“You can’t save me,” she rasps out, “no one can save me now,” she cries as tears rush down her cheeks. You feel lost, you previous attempts to cut the bonds had not worked, and you feel down the bond you were working on to feel soft scratch marks on the surface. It would take far too long to try and cut through them with your lance. Kicking the alter in disgust you wince in pain and a drawn out of your bitter mumbling by Marissa who floats over to you excitedly. Following her to the back of the church you see a wooden door hidden behind the pulpit. She also points at a large room built into the church on the other side with a large ornate door barring entrance. Perhaps there is something in one of these rooms that could free the girl? Whatever you decided to do you had better hurry before the man and his legions returned to torture the girl some more.




The Music Room

Jerichi ~ You listen as Alessia tells you her sorrowful tale, smiling with her at the happy recollections she wistfully portrays and feel your heart grow heavy as she describes the horror of seeing her friends dragged away from her and the bitter loneliness it left behind. She floated behind the curtains and the stage and stopped to hover by a door with a faded star upon it. She faltered over her words unable to ask the one question she really wanted but you understood what she wanted. You felt for this poor ghost and wanted nothing more than to help her and both you and Snowy off your assistance. Alessia brightened instantly and cried out in joy.

“Oh thank you so much Tetsu … and Snowy. I never thought I’d even get the chance to try and now … “ she said sniffing back fresh tears unable to continue. You smile happy to she her hope renewed and grasp the handle pushing it open finding no resistance it swings back. You walk on through with Snowy on your shoulder and pass through feeling a tingle run down your spine from the spell covering the door. Alessia floats on after you and cries out as she slams into the force field created by the spell. Shaking off the pain she looks at you imploringly and reaching out you take her in your arms pulling her harmlessly through the door before she floats off thanking you.

All three of you walk down through the small poorly lit corridor being quite cautious as to what you may find. You pass a couple of locked doors in your wake unable to enter into them but you all stop when you hear a soft cry echo from up ahead. Alessia gasps as she listens carefully to hear it again. The cry sounds again and she darts off up ahead as you yell out to her running after her retreating form. The sounds grow louder as you run and you see Alessia stop her ear pressed to a door to the right. You catch up to her and hear the cries clearly coming from behind the door.

“Oliver?” she asks in disbelief and hears the cries grow louder.

“Hold on Oliver, I’m coming for you,” she says zipping through the door leaving you standing there. You pull on the handle to find it stuck hard. You tug and tug and it doesn’t budge. Suddenly you hear Alessia scream and pull with renewed vigour managing to force it open enough to squeeze through with Snowy. The room is quite small and look and most of the furniture within is covered in dust. You see Alessia shivering whilst looking into the shadows at the far end of the room. Walking over to her you look at what has her so spooked. Strapped to board with tools strewn around its feet lies a silent Loudred. Its body has several long scars across it and one of its arms is replaced by a robotic version with multicoloured wires streaming along to its back. Over one of its eyes is a metallic shield with a blank circle for it to see through.

“Oh Oliver what did she do to you?” Alessia asks sobbing at the sight of one her friends in such a horrid state. Suddenly Oliver’s metallic eye lights up red and he pulls at his restraints roaring a booming sound. He frantically tears away the bonds that hold him and walks forward staring at the young Misdreavus by your side.

“Oliver?” she asks and shrieks as she swipes at her phasing out so his hand passes through. She floats off and cries to herself in a corner. Oliver stares at her in rage and begins to stomp towards her.

“Please Oliver, don’t you remember me? We’re friend in the orchestra together. Please remember.” She begs as he stalks towards her arm pulled back ready to fight though she is far from it. If you don’t do something you may lose your new friend.



The Mirror Door

fishyfool ~ You were an animal! Just like he had said you had followed his lead, had stalked your own head delirious filled with thoughts of death and hunger as you crawled along. You had pounced hand splayed like claws ready to strip flesh from bone but you had not followed through. What rational mind was left had screamed at you to stop and the fearful teary look in Chimchar’s eyes drowned out the violent thoughts and behaviours. Hugging your knees to your chest thick heavy tears coating your cheeks from regret and guilt you played back your actions like a horrific movie in your mind. Volcape had been utterly terrified of you, he had been so upset at your actions and he had fled, hoping to never see you again, and what more the others had followed leaving you all alone surrounded by those God damn mirrors. Your reflection, his voice echoed around once more, his dark words taunting despite their soothing nature and your find yourself drawn out of your sorrow. Your eyes scour the grubby mirrors to see nothing, he taunts you still and doesn’t show himself the irony that you were looking for yourself lost on you as you become consumed by rage. This was not your dark side you rationalised but a demon, one that has set its sight on plaguing and tormenting you and your Pokemon. Calming down as much as humanly possible you begin to think clearly and find the need to answers suddenly plaguing you and with only one individual that could provide the answers.

Standing up sniffling heavily as you wipe the tears from your cheeks and all thoughts turn to your team, how you had been together all this time, fought side by side and endured awful trials. You had remained together through all that and yet now this ‘demon’ had torn you apart. You clench your fists together and growl in pure rage. You roar at the mirrors demanding that the demon silence’s his taunting and his voice … your voice disappears leaving you alone with your manic fury. You scream at it in defiance that you were you in control of your own mind and body and that you would heed his mind games no more.

Laughter fills the corridor before you can speak further and he appears behind you sneering at your attempt to rally your confidence.

“Oh but how wrong you are fishy,” he leers at you folding his arms over his chest laughing as involuntarily you do the same. “I am no demon, I am you. I am your dark side and you cannot deny me. Try to convince yourself otherwise all you like, it does not change the facts. You think because I can control you that makes a demon. No that solidifies that fact that I speak the truth and you are too weak and afraid to accept it. Darkness lives in every creature and we wait for our opportunity to show ourselves and sometimes it never happens. They wilt and die within their hosts but not I, I will not be denied the freedom I seek and now that I am whole, I will ensure that I remain this way,” he says snarling at you and you rip your arms away from where he placed them seething in anger yourself. You had heard enough of his confusing talk and need to have your say.

You demand to know what this mirrored maze was as there was no way it was ordinary before following up with another demand to know what your reflection was still believing that he could not possibly be you. Not giving him chance to answer you ask him what the reflections of your Pokemon were, other demon’s playing on their minds and finally you yell out what you want to know most of all, what did this demon want with you? You send a silent message to Meteos not knowing if he heard it before screaming at your reflection your emotions boiling over.

He growls at you with frustration at your questions and growls pacing up and down his animalistic eyes scouring your body not answering your questions. He sees your anger and manages a smirk before racing to the mirror and slamming into it the mirror shaking with the force.

“You are PATHETIC!! A waste of life that spends his time asking me USELESS questions. Why must I be stuck to such a mindless creature such as this? I continue to tell you the truth and you remain with your own hopes that you are not a vile disgusting human being. Fishy, you are ME, and yes I AM a DEMON. I am your demon that haunts you every night of your existence. I am the one who enters your mind whilst you sleep and fills your mind with horrific thoughts, nightmares for entertainment. I am the one who wills you to cheat, lie, steal, kill, destroy every day of your life and you NEVER LISTEN!!” he screams back at you furious now and smashes his fists against the mirror, the glass shaking again from the movement.

“Like I told you impotent little child, every creature has their ‘demons’ as you call us, their dark sides and your pitiful Pokemon are no different.” He hisses out pacing faster and faster as his eyes start to glow a deep red.

“You entered the Mansion, everything is unique and wonderful in here and this mirror maze is not different. This home gave me my freedom when you entered it, it gave your Pokemon’s demon’s their freedom also.” He explains having given into your need for answers.

“And what I want?” he laughs bitterly before his glowing red eyes set onto yours, “I want everything. You were given life as I took a backseat and was force to watch, like a sick torture. I want to be able to experience life, I want to touch, rip, destroy and make everyone and everything suffer as I have. I want my freedom and I will have it. I see now that destruction vicariously though you is not enough. I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE AND DESTROY EVERYTHING IN IT!” he screams his eyes now a ugly blood red and his arms warping into claws as they rip through the glass and grasp your throat. You gasp and flail against his grip as his head emerges through the mirror his head black stretched skin revealing long dirty fangs that drip with sick saliva. He roars and drags you through the mirror and you feel it shatter as you crash though it flung to the ground. Gasping you catch your breath and look up to see the mirror shattered and feel light cuts across your exposed skin. Standing up you walk along the corridor to see the other mirrors still intact yet there was something not right about this corridor, it swerves right where as you could swear that it had swerved left; and it was much darker, there was hardly any light for reflections here. Staring into the mirror you see the demon reform into your reflection with his sickly skin and sores and he grins.

“And I’m starting with your Pokemon,” he says cackling before stalking off down the corridor. Shocked you yell at him and smash your hands on the mirror watching him walk out of sight. He had walked into your world and brought you into his.




The Bathing Rooms

psychopath ~ As Maria finishes her assessment of your wounds you take the hot drink from her and sip at it finding it actually quite pleasant to taste despite it being good for you. She was being quite vague in the information she gave to you and it lead you to be mistrusting, at least for now. She had after all helped to save you from what would have been a slow death and healed your wounds. Maria walked over to a wooden chair and sat down observing you with interest awaiting the answer to her question. You stumble over your words slightly but tell her your name and where you hail from. She wrinkles her brow as she hears of your homeland.

“Orre? I have not heard of this land. It must be far away as we have travelled many of these seas and the lands that surround them.” She adds and you wonder exactly where you ended up. You begin to ask your own questions when you remember your state of undress and pull the duvet further up your body. You go to explain that you were attacked by a mutant Octillery and her frown deepens as a sign of recognition flashes in her eyes that makes you pause. She knew of this beast then perhaps they could help you after all. The look vanishes from her eyes as fast as it appears and she offers her condolences for the attack.

“These seas can become wild especially with the tropical storms that rage this time of year. You’re very lucky your Scyther found us when it did for I doubt you would have survived.” She said genuinely pleased for your well health, as a doctor she was bound by oath to save lives so it made sense she’d feel this way. You smile pleasantly back at her whilst all the time wondering how you could possibly get your clothes back along with your Pokeballs subtly, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. With questions of your own you ask Maria what the date was and she seems perplexed by the question wondering if your mind had taken a beating from the beast as well but answered non-the-less.

“Of course, floating in the sea can disorientate one. It’s the 5th of 8th month of our cycle, a Saturday in the year 1710” she said and you try to hide the astonished look that flashes across your face before you quickly rush to your next question asking to see the Captain having had enough laying down for today and hurriedly ask your clothes back, your belt with those precious Pokeballs in particular. Maria sighs but upon seeing you swing your legs to the side of the bed looking a lot healthier than before concedes.

“Very well, you seem fit enough to see the Captain, I am ordered to bring you to him for a talk when you were well enough anyway.” She said running her fingers through her red hair, “Your clothes were quite torn when we found you I’m afraid but I’m sure we’ll have something on the ship that’ll fit you,” she says and stands up walking over to the door and pulling on small bell there, chiming it three times. Shortly after a teenager runs into the room panting and Maria smiles at him.

“Pan could you fetch me some of your spare clothes you look to about Tyson’s size. Our guest is without and I’d appreciate the generosity,” she says and Pan nods his head blushing at the beautiful doctor before running back off. It appeared that the lad had a crush on her. Barrelling back into the room Pan return nearly falling over in his haste and hands you a set of clothes. Maria thanks him causing to go a bright red before rushing back out.

“I’ll leave you alone to change,” she said walking out of the room leaving you with Slice. You dejectedly look at the clothes noting that your belt hadn’t been returned to you and wondered if it was as damaged as she explained. Rather than sitting around half naked all day you decide to just get dressed and ask the Captain all the questions buzzing in your mind. You take a moment to look in the mirror and smile faintly; you look like a right pirate dressed in a black T-shirt with dark brown trousers tucked into soft black leather ankle boots. Pan had even left you a red bandana to wrap around your head and you do so Slice admiring the look.

Hearing a knock on the door you turn to see Maria holding it open beckoning you to follow and with Slice in tow you leave the medical bay. Walking up a long set of stairs you make your way onto the deck of the ship and gasp in awe. Several crew members dressed like you were now working hard to maintain the ship, several adjusting the sails that were black with a pair of swords crossed over in white, the lower ranked crew members were mopping the decks but all eyes turned to you as you walked towards the Captain’s Room. Some were intrigued by the new member and some were distrusting scowling at you as you passed them. Spotting various weapons held by the crewmates you hastily catch up to Maria hoping they wouldn’t start a fight as you pass.

Knocking on the door Maria turned to you and simply said, “The Captain will see you now,” before walking off leaving you and Slice alone. Pushing the elegant wooden door open you slowly enter walking down a small set of steps. The door swung shut behind you and you walk into the large room the centrepiece being a large oak table with a leather chair behind it. There was a large globe in one corner and several chests on the floor but the walls were what amazed you. They were covered in sea charts some with notes made on them. On a perch near the centre table sat a small Chatot that turned its head to observe you whistling a long note before turning away. You are drawn from your observation by a loud cough and turn to see the Captain sitting in his chair. He looked to be in his late 40’s with salt and pepper hair, stubbles across his jaw line and hardened brown eyes. He pushed his large leather hat up to get a better look at you.

“Well lad, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says politely standing up and walking around the table to standing before you, dwarfing you with his 6’3” stature.

“I heard from the crew what happened, it was lucky we found you. I am Montel Porter, Captain of this ship. Maria said you were called Tyson is this correct?” he asked and you nod in response a little intimidated by the Captain.

“Well Tyson, I am interested to hear how you ended up stranded in the sea. I want the whole story, was told brief information from my ships doctor but I am sure there is more to it. I know you have questions of your own and I will answer what I can after you answer mine.” He demands and you stare worriedly at him.

“Tyson, I will not hold you against your will if that is what you’re worried about but this ship is …” he pauses as he thinks over his words carefully “sought after by many others. I cannot let our whereabouts be known. There are too many dangers that I will not submit my crew to.” He finishes and although he’s intimidating you could see the genuine care for his crew and need to protect them. He may have been vague in what information he was divulging but if you answer his question you could learn a lot more about where and when you were and how you could get back.




The Crypt

Music Box~ ~ Your monkey tour guide had you intrigued, he certainly seemed to have intimate knowledge of the Cemetery and the Crypt that you had just entered. You wondered how long Louis had been in that Cemetery before you found him and wondered if he was lonely, maybe that’s what drove him to the bottle! The crypt was as creepy as you’d expected it to be in its disuse, full of cobwebs, dark shadows teasingly moving every now and then and the odd eerie sound that had you wondering if there was something still alive. The tingles running down your spine became full of shockwaves as the sound of groaning coming from two coffins either side of the room. You backed up resuming your fearful trembling again as Birdie stood before you in a protective stance. The lids to the coffins were slowly pushed open and two ugly looking creatures emerged, their decaying flesh hanging off their emaciated limbs. Now you began to panic as their dead cold eyes met yours, deadly intentions clear. Louis seemed unfazed by the presence of two zombie Pokemon, more curious to how long they had been dead since he had last seen them alive.

Your whole mind is screaming ‘RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW!!’ but your treacherous body wouldn’t respond, your legs shaking the strength to flee departed. Birdie noticed your horrified gaze and could easily guess what you wanted to do and her defiant chirp brought you out of another mental breakdown. You see her confident expression and feel her confidence rub off on you. You could do this, you weren’t about to let two dead bodies stop you from your explorations, not with Birdie willing to fight. Smirking you work over a plan of battle asking Louis to join you in a double battle and before you give him chance to reply you order Birdie to attack and warmed by your courage she charges towards Drapion ready to take it out.

Birdie stops short of the undead scorpion and with a wave of her arms lets loose a flurry of bright stars that whip through the air and strike Drapion slicing through the loose purple flesh ripping parts off that fall to the ground. Birdie looks a little ill at the black blood running from Drapion’s chest and it gives it a chance to retaliate. It grunts and shoots out purple barbs from its wide mouth small amounts of saliva onto the floor. Birdie chirps in pain and holds her chest as the Poison Sting struck. Pulling at the barbs she winces at everyone removed but fortunately doesn’t appear poisoned.

Louis cast an eye on his partner for this battle and shook his head seemingly unimpressed by her strength so far. He leaps at Charmeleon swinging around and delivers a speedy Tail Whip to its face making it stumble back slightly groaning at the assault which only grows louder as Louis whips back round and swipes at its face with a Scratch. Charmeleon grunts in pain and shoots out bright Embers that Louis easily dodges, he makes battling appear so easy.

Birdie angrily powers up icy energy in her mouth before shooting out a rainbow Aurora Beam that washes over Drapion, the scorpion pulling its arms up to defend its face. With the attack finished Birdie is shocked to see Drapion moving quite hastily towards her before chomping down on her arm with its Bite. She squeals in pain and looks horrified when she sees its rotten saliva entering the wound. Thrashing about to release herself she hears an almighty Screech come from Louis which makes her cover her ears in pain but fortunately Drapion was affected by the excruciating noise too and lost its grip on Birdie’s wing. She holds it to her chest and as the sound stops regains her senses enough to fire another Swift at Drapion knocking her back. Louis grins over to her but winces in pain as he’s assaulted by a Slash down his back and he leaps away over towards Birdie.

“We must work together to defeat zese creatures” he says rubbing his paw along his fur feeling a cut running the entire length of his back.

“Zey maybe ghoulies, but zey are stronger than zey appear,” he says wincing as the evidence is clear on both Pokemon.



Unknown Location

Aquatic Angel ~ This long forgotten archaic prison had you feeling a deep pity for its occupants staring listlessly at the rusted steel bars of their eternal homes. Endless rows of soulless individuals all in the same condition and as you feel you cannot stand it anymore, readying Charizard to break the free you hear a voice call out to you. Warily you turn away from the cell and walk towards the owner of the voice and find it to be a man in his late forties who blinks at you in disbelief. In shock he jovially blesses the Gods for sending you to this place reaching out for you only to have Charizard grasp his arm snarling dangerously. Despite the fiery dragon breathing down his neck he laughs delirious with joy as he stumbles back, forced away from you as Charizard seeks to protect you. He doesn’t think twice about asking you if you’d kindly release him and you feel all your warning signs fire, although the occupants of this horrific penal system seem abused and neglected there was something about this man that seemed off. He was the only one with such life left. Charizard was quick to agree with your initial assessment and grabs your wrists softly guiding you away. The man panics and rushes the bars pleading with you to stay offering his assistance in aiding your escape. His desperation didn’t increase your trust in him, what self-respecting criminal would want to remain behind bars, especially in these conditions? He tries to convince you, confirming what you already know that this prison is a maze meant to confuse and disorientate the inmates.

You contemplate his offer and his begging need to be released. Could you really trust this man? You don’t know why he had been incarcerated and for all you knew you could be aiding an insane murderer. Charizard snorts dangerously at him not wanting to let him anywhere near you but you silence him. Despite how you felt you couldn’t leave him here to die with the rest of the poor souls imprisoned. You inform him of your mistrust and he doesn’t appear surprised. You hated the harshness of that comment but if needs must; you were only protecting your own after all. You continue on to tell him of your observations, how he looked so healthy in comparison to the rest and reason that he must have food and water he wasn’t sharing. He looks at you with shock and his expression softens as deep sorrow and what looks like guilt fills his eyes. He backs away and rubs his hands down his arms not looking you in the eye his joyful demeanour completely vanished which makes you all the more suspicious. Despite this you continue to accuse him of being aligned with whoever created this prison and possibly assisted in the detainment of these innocent people and Pokemon. The man sighs deeply his eyes tearing up slightly at your accusations.

You bequeath him his freedom though and ask Charizard to weaken his lock enough to allow you time to find your own escape to bring back aid for these prisoners before he can release himself. Charizard looks at you gone out but rolls his eyes and ushers the man backwards.

“Thank you,” he whispers staring at the walls of his prison lost in thought and you wonder if you’ve possibly destroyed the spark of life left within him.

Charizard breathes soft embers onto the lock before pulling on it with his claws feeling the mechanisms tear and break. Satisfied he’s damaged it sufficiently to meet your requirements he backs off and you both precede down the corridor the sight of the man staring at you wistfully as you leave before you turn a corner. Waling down another set of stairs you walk between yet more cells with the same disheartening scenes within. It felt like this prison was just continually repeated down a set of stairs and along between the cells before another set of stairs faces you. Growing frustrated at the situation you contemplate walking back up to where you had started and attempting to fly out. Walking back up several sets of stairs you stop when you hear a cough come from the other end of the corridor. The man you had recently freed stood there beckoning you to approach. Had it already been an hour? Warily approaching him he stares at you his face unreadable.

“It’s designed to disorientate you, you could search for years and never find the way out,” he said and you sigh, there was no need to rub salt into the wound. Charizard growls low in its throat in warning.

“I understand you still don’t trust me, and that’s fine. I have not given you much reason to. But I promised that if you freed me I would lead you out of here and I always keep my promises.” He says walking past you stopping at where you stood only a moment ago and waved at you to follow. He seemed genuine in his wish to aid you and you were growing tired of walking these walls and so decide to bite the bullet and follow him out, with Charizard by your side you doubted that he would try anything.

He walked up 3 sets of stairs with you following a little ways behind and walked past the next stairs along the sides of the cells. There hidden in the shadows was a heavy metal door. Pushing it open you walk through as the man begins to speak to you again, a little hesitant over his words.

“I was the last to be brought here, or so I believe. There are so many layers it’s hard to tell.” He says as you walk along in the near darkness.

“Many of the prisoners were like that when I arrived, most had been there for many years and had given up hope of ever being released, there were a few however who still had that spark of life. We would talk for hours devising ways to escape, speaking of our families and past lives like we would never see them again,” he sighs wistfully drawn to memories of his own past.

“It was 3 years ago I was taken to this place and at first the guards visited and brought food and water but soon they too vanished leaving us to starve to death. I had saved up some of the food and water I was given and shared it with those around me but soon they stopped caring, they just gave up and refused to take anything I offered. I had nearly exhausted the small supply I had left when you arrived,” he said thankful for your assistance though hesitant at showing it sensing your distrust and Charizard’s hostility.

“Your desire to assist these people and Pokemon is admirable young lady,” he says a hint of pride in his voice over your actions, “but a difficult task indeed. If the world outside continued to develop as it was before I was imprisoned, I fear you may fail in your quest and we may be in very real danger when we leave,” he says sounding concerned and slowing his steps. You had reached another large heavy door and pulling on it the man is unable to budge it. Charizard snorts and pushes past him grasping the door and pulling with all his might managing to get it open enough for you all to pass through.

Walking outside you feel a gush of fresh air hit your face and immediately feel refreshed, it felt great to be out of the musty prison and looking around you find yourself in a large courtyard with a rusty gate at the far end. It was deep into the night and the moon hung heavy in the sky painting the ground in silver light. The man appears from behind you and as you move towards the gate he grasps your wrist pulling you away to the side and yelps as Charizard grabs him by his shirt collar lifting him off the ground.

“I don’t think it wise to walk out into the open,” he chokes out, “especially considering where we just came from,” he finished imploring you to get Charizard to let you down. You see the sense in what he suggests and ask Charizard to let him down which he does begrudgingly. Gasping back the air in his lungs he looks quite pitifully at you before leading you away to a side gate. Charizard lends his assistance again and pulls the door open and completely off its hinges placing it down as the man leads you out onto the nearby cobble street. The houses are old and poor in structure, though considering what sat next to them it was surprising.

“We shouldn’t stay in one place for long, guards used to patrol these streets relentlessly; they may still scour around these homes looking for innocents to drag off. I know somewhere safe nearby that is if it hasn’t been raided already. You’re welcome to stay for however long you need. I know you don’t trust me but I am thankful for your help and wish to repay you, offering sanctuary for the night is a small token but one I hope you find beneficial.” He finishes walking off through the streets slowly and cautiously. First impressions can be deceiving and he seemed quite genuine and honest with everything he spoke of. It wouldn’t be wise to hang around a foreign land at night alone, would you take him up on his offer?
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The Grounds:
Engulfing the Mansion itself lays the immense grounds. An eclectic grouping of gardens, once well tended and beautiful to behold, a crypt and a playground all once in immaculate conditions. Now fallen into disarray the grounds resemble a jungle protecting the treasure of The Mansion at its heart. Beware, the inhabitants of this new jungle are wild and frenzied, you never know what you will encounter.

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Created especially for Sage Gallows’ pleasure and to keep her occupied. In a quiet corner to the east of the grounds sits her Playground. As big as a small football pitch it’s filled with rusted over rides, swings, seesaws, slides, a sandbox, round-a-bouts and other children’s toys. Quite innocent it would seem but some of the toys hidden further into the darkness are a little more dangerous and it would seem that Sage favoured these best. One thing that was known about Sage was that she always got what she wanted, and what she wanted was dark and dangerous.
[Since I know now that the VM and CG don't count towards my two zones, here I am straying into the zone i've been waiting to enter for the longest ;D]

As he pushed the wrought iron gates at the entrance of the reportedly-haunted mansion, the rust flaking off slightly on his hands, Zak breathed a deep breath. He had always been fascinated by such places and had been eager to explore this place for quite a while, now was his chance. Contemplating which of his pokmon he would use in such a place, Zak quickly decided, knowing the pokmon that he was about to release by his side would be the perfect candidate for such an area.

"Lust, this is gonna be your sort of place, out you come..." Zak grinned as he removed the red and white sphere containing Lust, his young Shuppet, from his belt, releasing the little ghost with a brief flash of light. Upon his appearence, Zak stroked the little ghosts head, he had never really done much adventuring by his side, but now he thought would be the right time as he pondered over where the two would go to first. Tossing the various areas of the mansion around in his head, he finally decided on starting exactly where they were now, the grounds.

"How about we explore the grounds a little, eh, boy?" Zak smiled kindly at the Shuppet, knowing the little creature would be content wherever they went, considering the setting they were in, "How about we begin with the old playground, it could be quite interesting and it might give us both a little time for leisure." Lust seemed easily amused by the idea of leisure time, though it was a ghost pokmon and they were feared due to stereotypes, it was nothing but a playful and happy soul.

Upon their decision, the two began to trudge up the large path leading to the mansion's entrance, before breaking off from what seemed like it would be the safest part of their time here, completely ignoring the main building for now and setting off into the undergrowth in search of the playground and what wonders or dangers it could hold for the duo.
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psychopath ~ As Maria finishes her assessment of your wounds you take the hot drink from her and sip at it finding it actually quite pleasant to taste despite it being good for you. She was being quite vague in the information she gave to you and it lead you to be mistrusting, at least for now. She had after all helped to save you from what would have been a slow death and healed your wounds. Maria walked over to a wooden chair and sat down observing you with interest awaiting the answer to her question. You stumble over your words slightly but tell her your name and where you hail from. She wrinkles her brow as she hears of your homeland.

“Orre? I have not heard of this land. It must be far away as we have travelled many of these seas and the lands that surround them.” She adds and you wonder exactly where you ended up. You begin to ask your own questions when you remember your state of undress and pull the duvet further up your body. You go to explain that you were attacked by a mutant Octillery and her frown deepens as a sign of recognition flashes in her eyes that makes you pause. She knew of this beast then perhaps they could help you after all. The look vanishes from her eyes as fast as it appears and she offers her condolences for the attack.

“These seas can become wild especially with the tropical storms that rage this time of year. You’re very lucky your Scyther found us when it did for I doubt you would have survived.” She said genuinely pleased for your well health, as a doctor she was bound by oath to save lives so it made sense she’d feel this way. You smile pleasantly back at her whilst all the time wondering how you could possibly get your clothes back along with your Pokeballs subtly, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. With questions of your own you ask Maria what the date was and she seems perplexed by the question wondering if your mind had taken a beating from the beast as well but answered non-the-less.

“Of course, floating in the sea can disorientate one. It’s the 5th of 8th month of our cycle, a Saturday in the year 1710” she said and you try to hide the astonished look that flashes across your face before you quickly rush to your next question asking to see the Captain having had enough laying down for today and hurriedly ask your clothes back, your belt with those precious Pokeballs in particular. Maria sighs but upon seeing you swing your legs to the side of the bed looking a lot healthier than before concedes.

“Very well, you seem fit enough to see the Captain, I am ordered to bring you to him for a talk when you were well enough anyway.” She said running her fingers through her red hair, “Your clothes were quite torn when we found you I’m afraid but I’m sure we’ll have something on the ship that’ll fit you,” she says and stands up walking over to the door and pulling on small bell there, chiming it three times. Shortly after a teenager runs into the room panting and Maria smiles at him.

“Pan could you fetch me some of your spare clothes you look to about Tyson’s size. Our guest is without and I’d appreciate the generosity,” she says and Pan nods his head blushing at the beautiful doctor before running back off. It appeared that the lad had a crush on her. Barrelling back into the room Pan return nearly falling over in his haste and hands you a set of clothes. Maria thanks him causing to go a bright red before rushing back out.

“I’ll leave you alone to change,” she said walking out of the room leaving you with Slice. You dejectedly look at the clothes noting that your belt hadn’t been returned to you and wondered if it was as damaged as she explained. Rather than sitting around half naked all day you decide to just get dressed and ask the Captain all the questions buzzing in your mind. You take a moment to look in the mirror and smile faintly; you look like a right pirate dressed in a black T-shirt with dark brown trousers tucked into soft black leather ankle boots. Pan had even left you a red bandana to wrap around your head and you do so Slice admiring the look.

Hearing a knock on the door you turn to see Maria holding it open beckoning you to follow and with Slice in tow you leave the medical bay. Walking up a long set of stairs you make your way onto the deck of the ship and gasp in awe. Several crew members dressed like you were now working hard to maintain the ship, several adjusting the sails that were black with a pair of swords crossed over in white, the lower ranked crew members were mopping the decks but all eyes turned to you as you walked towards the Captain’s Room. Some were intrigued by the new member and some were distrusting scowling at you as you passed them. Spotting various weapons held by the crewmates you hastily catch up to Maria hoping they wouldn’t start a fight as you pass.

Knocking on the door Maria turned to you and simply said, “The Captain will see you now,” before walking off leaving you and Slice alone. Pushing the elegant wooden door open you slowly enter walking down a small set of steps. The door swung shut behind you and you walk into the large room the centrepiece being a large oak table with a leather chair behind it. There was a large globe in one corner and several chests on the floor but the walls were what amazed you. They were covered in sea charts some with notes made on them. On a perch near the centre table sat a small Chatot that turned its head to observe you whistling a long note before turning away. You are drawn from your observation by a loud cough and turn to see the Captain sitting in his chair. He looked to be in his late 40’s with salt and pepper hair, stubbles across his jaw line and hardened brown eyes. He pushed his large leather hat up to get a better look at you.

“Well lad, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says politely standing up and walking around the table to standing before you, dwarfing you with his 6’3” stature.

“I heard from the crew what happened, it was lucky we found you. I am Montel Porter, Captain of this ship. Maria said you were called Tyson is this correct?” he asked and you nod in response a little intimidated by the Captain.

“Well Tyson, I am interested to hear how you ended up stranded in the sea. I want the whole story, was told brief information from my ships doctor but I am sure there is more to it. I know you have questions of your own and I will answer what I can after you answer mine.” He demands and you stare worriedly at him.

“Tyson, I will not hold you against your will if that is what you’re worried about but this ship is …” he pauses as he thinks over his words carefully “sought after by many others. I cannot let our whereabouts be known. There are too many dangers that I will not submit my crew to.” He finishes and although he’s intimidating you could see the genuine care for his crew and need to protect them. He may have been vague in what information he was divulging but if you answer his question you could learn a lot more about where and when you were and how you could get back.
Nice, the update was worth the wait Can I ask if we could please change the color from THIS to THIS? It is very difficult to read and strains my eyes.Thanks.

She seemed to know something of the Octillery, since her face sparked when he said that. She didn't seem to know anything that was happening in the world, however, especially considering Orre had become a media sensation in the last few years. Shock ran through Tyson's veins as he heard the date: "the 5th of 8th month of our cycle, a Saturday in the year 1710." He tried to hide it, and he did, but his mind went abuzz when he realised it. If this is true then I have gone back in time for three-hundred years! How am I going to go back to the mansion? Come to think of it, how can I save Thunderfuzz if she hasn't been born yet? Indeed, She hadn't been with him when whatever happened that brought him to this time, she was still in the year 2008. I need to get to the mainland and figure out a way into the future, here in this ship I have no way back. Anyway, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Then he turned to Maria, she was getting some guy to get him some clothes. He paid more attention to the scene and realised what was happening: She asked for some spare clothes to a guy named Pan, he replied and left. He had a crush on her and Tyson knew it.. Genius, Make yourself look obvious and desperate.


He came back with more clothes, he handed them to Maria who handed them to him. She walked out of the room and told him to change. "Turn away Slice I dont want you to see me change." He put on the Black shirt and the trousers, normally he would laugh at the redicolousness of the outfit, but he noted how comfortable it was. "This is before washer machines existed, I hope this thing has no diseases..." and if it does I hope they have the cure in the past.. um future, Whatever. Maria came in as soon as he was dressed, two seconds earlier and he would still be putting on the pants. She beckoned him forward, and he followed closely. For a second after he got out the light didn't let him see anything but it all became clear. The sails had cross swords on them and he automatically knew what they were: Pirates! It was obvious, the clothes, the secrecy, the big flopping cross swords on the sails. Keep it cool Tyson, If they figure out you are onto them they will attack you. With only Slice on your side you would be killed, easily. Tyson thought as he looked at the deckhands' weapons. Pretend that you think this is a merchant ship and you'll be fine, until you reach the shore.

He hadn't noticed how far ahead Maria was until she called him forward. He ran up to her and she let him in, leaving him and Slice alone to meet the captain. As he scanned the room he saw many things that interested him, from a wall that had sea charts to a Chatot on a perch at on the center table. His train of thought was broken when he heard a loud cough, turning to see a tall man in his late forties. Tyson felt a little strange when the captain pushed up his hat to get a better look at him. The giant then spoke:
“Well lad, it’s nice to finally meet you, I heard from the crew what happened, it was lucky we found you. I am Montel Porter, Captain of this ship. Maria said you were called Tyson is this correct?” Tyson nodded slightly to the question, the man made Tyson shake in his boots.

“Well Tyson, I am interested to hear how you ended up stranded in the sea. I want the whole story, was told brief information from my ships doctor but I am sure there is more to it. I know you have questions of your own and I will answer what I can after you answer mine.” This wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. A command that Tyson knew he had to answer. He was about to speak before the captain began again.

“Tyson, I will not hold you against your will if that is what you’re worried about but this ship is …” Tyson saw the man's uneasyness as he looked for the words, “sought after by many others." I know that pirate ships are widely wanted in this area, but really? Could so many people be after them? "I cannot let our whereabouts be known. There are too many dangers that I will not submit my crew to.” Through the man's deeply intimidating face Tyson saw genuine care towards his crew. He knew it was his turn now.

"Nice to meet you Captain
Porter," Keep it cool Tyson, "yes my name is Tyson, Tyson Gonza to be exact. I got to the sea in a very strange way, You wouldn't believe me if I just told you the end, so I will begin all the way back. I came to a place called the Haunted Mansion back on land, I was there for some cheap thrills." He looked at the captain to make sure he understood. "I headed to the abandoned pool, the place where I was was sinister. I was attacked when I got there. I let out my Pachirisu there to defend me." He paused, the story getting harder to tell as it all occured so fast. The beast that attacked me was some sort of mutant... a giant Octillary." He looked at the Captain who had a look of confusion. "I heard somewhere that the original owner was a sinister scientist. Anyway the strange pokemon took a tentacle and dragged me down, leaving my poor Pachirisu behind. Somehow it dragged me into the ocean, the pressure managing to NOT kill me. (:B) I drifted and your ship rescued me." He looked at the captin. "Anymore questions?" He asked in a light tone, sarcasm would not help here. "I want to ask one thing; May I join you?" This question was not what he really wanted to do, at their first dock he would run off with his pokemon in tow. He needed to get them back first though. They wanted to gain my trust by leaving Slice with me, to make it look like he had freedom. I'm not free. Not yet anyway.

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lilbluecorsola ~ Slumped on the sofa as the past events rushed through your mind you allow your frazzled nerves to calm and pump adrenaline to slow its rush through your system. The burning sensation in your chest reduced to a dull ache as your breathing slowed and you closed your eyes feeling a mixture of relief at momentary safety and shock at the God awful situation you had unfortunately stumbled onto. You knew that the Mansion was not a safe place to be but anything was better than that undead-festered village. You had initially hesitated and eventually opted away from the Mansion past memories and emotions haunting you too much to enter but you could have never expected to experience something far worse in the abandoned dead village. And now here you sat feeling the warmth of the fire flush your skin in the very building you fled from, infected with an unknown disease growing within your body and injured to boot.

Pulling back your trouser leg you wince as the material slides over the raw dirt-filled wound. How ironic would it be to contract another infection whilst fleeing from the source of the original? Laughing bitterly you look around for something that could possibly treat you wound when you hear a voice from behind. Looking over your shoulder to see the hazy red eyes accompanied by a wide grin you leap backwards nearly stumbling over the table in your haste to escape the newcomer who had materialised by your leg examining it with interest. It eagerly asked you how you got the wound and begged you to let it touch it. Backing off towards the hot fire you plead with it not to touch the wound for fear of the pain it would cause and not know where that Gengar’s hand had previously been. Gengar floats back a large pout on its normally grinning face before that inane grin returned full force.

“I will clean it for you,” it says proud of its generosity and floats behind you leading you back to the sofa pushing you onto the soft material and hovering before you. You look at it apprehensively really wishing you could treat it yourself not really trusting the creature that had seemed so intent on touching your wound. Sitting in a more comfortable position you nervously eye Gengar who beams at you with excitement before running his tongue the length of your calf causing you to shriek and leap off the sofa in disgust. You yell at it for its gross actions and it frowns at you for the outburst pouting again.

“My tongue is special,” it says as a manner of explanation, “I can heal anything with it,” it says winking at you and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks at its implications. Backing away from the weird Gengar you shriek again as it reappears behind you lifting you up and placing you back on the sofa.

“Okay,” it whines. “I’ll get some healing items. Do Potions work on humans?” it asks grinning at you trying to rile you up before floating off to the back of the Library. Great not only had you been forced back to the Mansion but you had to stumble onto one of its weirdest occupants. Sitting in silence with the only noise being that of the dying fire you nervously gaze around wondering if within these walls lay the cure to your infection and are startled out of you thoughts as Gengar materialised back in front of you thankfully holding the correct medical supplies for a human and one Potion.

“I found some bandages and antiseptic, though it won’t be as good as my tongue … and a Potion, just incase” it cackles putting the items down and picking up the antiseptic spray picking up you leg and beginning to work. You asked it again if it lived here as it had missed the question the first time and it looked up from your leg and stared at you with those fiery-red eyes again sending chills down your spine.

“I’ve always been here, since I was a little Gastly. Why would I want to be anywhere else this Mansion is sooo fun.” It said chuckling as you winced at the stinging sensation of the spray on your leg.

“What about you beautiful?” it says. “What are you running from?” it asks staring right into your eyes as if it was searching them for the answers. “Whatever it is,” it continues “it gave you a really cool wound, the best one I’ve seen in a while,” it says impressed by your ailment as it applies some non-stick gauze to the wound before bandaging the length of your calf. Sitting back it admired its work.

“It looked better before,” it says grinning at you, “but hurts less now?” it asks and you move your leg back and forth feeling the stinging gone and warmth surround it. Nodding caused Gengar to smile and float back grabbing several cakes from the table you had spotted earlier and devoured them with one great gobble rubbing the crumbs down his leg spreading them everywhere. It suddenly paused as it remembered something and turned to face you looking quite comical with crumbs around its mouth.

“Did you ask me something else?” it asked having paid no attention to your previous questions. You ask it again if it had heard of a place called ‘Vestige Town’ and whether there’d be any books on it here. Gengar folded its short stubby arms over its big belly and donned a thinking pose and went silent. You stare back at it anxiously waiting for an answer but it seemed to big to snore and you nearly hit the ground in shock. What the hell was wrong with this ghost? Waking up at the noise Gengar smirked down at you.

“I have heard of it,” it says as a matter of fact and you feel your hopes rise though it could be playing you.

“It’s not far from this Mansion is that right, through the forest down a shadowy path?” he asks and you affirm his assumptions. “Never seen it,” he says and you feel disheartened “but yep heard of it, the Gallows had spoken of it before,” he says and you’re surprised that he knew the original owners of the Mansion.

“Did you get that lovely wound there? Maybe I should have paid it a visit if it was that feisty.”It says frowning at having missed out. You cough and ask if it knows if the Library has any books on Vestige Town and Gengar floats back so it lies lazily in the air.

“I don’t know but I know how to find out … what’s in it for me?” it asks grinning at you. You blink as you wonder what you could possibly offer the ghost in return for his help when he cackles.

“How about you start by telling me your name beautiful and I’ll give you a head start.”
Jessica stared suspiciously at the Gengar as he offered to clean her wound for her. Before she could respond, he appeared over her shoulder and gently impressed her onto the cushions, bearing a reassuring smile. He hovered towards her leg, and she drew herself into a comfortable, however faintly tense position. His grin animated, disturbing her instincts further. With fervent speed, his tongue unraveled and tenderly caressed the length of her calf, inciting her screams of disgust and horror. Her body instantly erupted from her seat, and she glared distastefully at the disheartened ghost, breathing heavily.

“What was THAT for?”

He answered her with a frown. “My tongue is special,” it replied, “I can heal anything with it.” It winked at her suggestively and wagged the tip of his tongue by example. A flush rose to her cheeks and she coughed again, backing away. Her scream rose again as Gengar emerged behind her, effortlessly raising her body and depositing it once more on the sofa.

“Okay, I’ll get some healing items,” it griped. “Do Potions work on humans?” It smirked at her before drifting off to the back of the Library. Jessica waited in silence, her only company provided by the crackle of the dying flames. Her nervous glance regarded the walls lined with shelves, wondering if they contained the cure to her infection. Her views were startled as Gengar materialized back in front of her, thankfully carrying the proper medical supplies for a human, as well as one promised Potion.

“I found some bandages and antiseptic, though it won’t be as good as my tongue… And a Potion, just in case.” It rested the items on the table and, choosing the antiseptic spray, graciously began ministering it to her wound. As she watched it care for her injury, she repeated her other question, as the ghost seemed to have evaded it the first time. Those burning eyes glanced up at her, transmitting chills down her spine once again.

“I’ve always been here, since I was a little Gastly. Why would I want to be anywhere else, this Mansion is sooo fun,” it cackled as she winced from the medicine’s sting on her surface.

“What about you, beautiful?” it asked. “What are you running from?” Its question struck Jessica, and she doubted how it determined she was the one being pursued. Its eyes penetrated into hers, seeking the truth behind her firm gaze. “Whatever it is,” it mused, breaking the contact, “It gave you a really cool wound, the best one I’ve seen in a while.” It gradually applied some non-stick gauze to the wound before enclosing it with bandages. Shifting backwards, it spread its gaze proudly over its result.

“It looked better before,” it declared with a nasty grin, “but hurts less now?” Jessica gently elevated her leg and let it decline, the pain had mostly disappeared and her leg felt bounded by warmth. She nodded approvingly.

“Thank you,” she murmured, resulting in a gleeful smile. The Gengar then hovered towards the platter, robbing it of several cakes and devouring them with one greedy gulp, as crumbs snowed down onto the carpet. It paused, recalling something else, and it faced her with a comical amount of crumbs still clinging to its mouth.

“Did you ask me something else?” Sigh. She repeated her question about the treacherous town she had just escaped. Gengar crossed its arms over its gigantic belly, appearing to deeply ponder the question. Jessica waited restlessly for its response, growing steadily impatient. Suddenly it began to snore, and she nearly collapsed in shock. The sound unexpectedly awakened the ghost, and it smiled composedly at her.

“I have heard of it,” it stated simply, and her heart rose slightly.

“It’s not far from this Mansion, is that right, through the forest down a shadowy path?” She nodded eagerly. “Never seen it,” it concluded, and her heart sank once again to despair. “…But yep heard of it, the Gallows had spoken of it before.” Jessica regarded the phantom with renewed curiosity and concern. So it had known the previous owners of the Mansion… Whether this was dangerous or helpful, she wasn’t yet sure.

“Did you get that lovely wound there? Maybe I should have paid it a visit if it was that feisty.” It frowned, sorry at having missed out. Jessica coughed meaningfully, inquiring again about the Library’s content of volumes on Vestige Town. Gengar spread itself lazily in the air, observing the girl idly.

“I don’t know but I know how to find out… What’s in it for me?” It grinned expectantly. Jessica balked at the request, frantically contemplating what she could possibly offer the ghost in return for its assistance. It cackled perceptively, its mocking intentions clear.

“How about you start by telling me your name, beautiful, and I’ll give you a head start.”

She shuddered as it declared her character as “beautiful” once again, uncertain whether to accept the title as a compliment. She stared at the spirit hesitantly, and in the silence she again found awareness of her labored breathing. She breathed a difficult sigh, consenting to provide the creature what it asked.

“My name… Is Jessica.” Her hoarse whisper emerged at length. She again regarded the phantom suspiciously, disinclined to impart more knowledge of herself than she received from such shady company. “If I may ask, what is your name?”
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Rabid Squirrel ~ Your throat felt raw from all the crying you had done in such a short space of time. With blurry eyes you are led indoors to a warm cosy living room with a crackling fire. Looking at its sparkling orange embers you remember the small fire at the Mansion, where you had quickly made a new friend only to lose him and your beloved Pokemon. Fresh tears track down your cheeks as sobs wrack your body again. Glenda hurries back from the kitchen upon hearing your renewed distressed state and hands you a cup of hot chocolate which you gulp down feeling slightly better despite your situation, there was something about hot chocolate that always made people feel better. You’re dragged out of your misery by a teenager pointing what looked like a wand in your face. Too shocked to continue crying you look at her perplexed wondering what you had done to irk her so. Glenda and her granddaughter as she was revealed argue over your purpose here and wonder what enemies they could possibly have; they seem so nice after all … well Glenda did. With the situation quickly diffused Sabrina stomped back upstairs stashing her wand away from view and you’re left utterly confused. What weird place had you found yourself in?

With that disruption out of the way Glenda turns back to you as you stare where Sabrina last stood and with kind eyes enquires as to how you found your way here. Thinking back to the events that had transpired you sniff and rub at your eyes feeling another wave of emotion overcome you as you stumble over your tale. Glenda listened patiently as you rambled about things that would seem down right weird to anyone else, Haunted Mansions and talking Noctowls? You’d be lucky if she didn’t throw you out on the street screaming 'insanity' at you. However you continue on not able to stop now that you’ve mentioned your new friend. Tears flow once more as you describe how you picked up innocent books and began to read, both of you enraptured by the novel on Dawn and Xavier. New feelings had emerged and confused you and before you could think over them further you were showered in gold and silver sparks and whisked away from each other. You finish off by telling how you woke up here alone and begin to bawl loudly causing a groan to erupt from upstairs.

Glenda had an unreadable look on her face as she contemplated your story. If she could see the light and dark in others as she had said you hoped that she believed you. You feel her wrap your arms around you and you cry into her shoulder letting out your grief and fear as she soothes you with a soft song. Her harmonious voice whispers in your ear and you feel calmer already your sobs slowing into soft hiccups. Glenda pulls back and smiles at you with pity.

“Oh child it sounds like you have been through such a lot in a small space of time. No wonder you’re this upset. I know what its like to lose friends, you never feel the same,” she says and you cast your eyes downward the still smiling face of Cyprus imprinted on your mind.

“I think you could use a rest,” Glenda says pulling you from your memories, “I’ll help you however I can to find your friends again,” Glenda says and you manage a small smile thankful to have found someone so kind and generous. “You can use the spare room upstairs, rest my dear and later we’ll sort out what to do next,” she said and you nod feeling exhausted from the journey and flood of emotions you experienced. Glenda calls out for Sabriniawho rushes down the stairs to stand before you crossing her arms and glaring at you still not very trusting.

“Sabrina please show Kami up to the spare room,” Glenda asks and Sabrina looks horrified at the request.

“You mean not only is she staying but your letting her sleep in THAT room? It-its too special for her she’ll ruin it she’ll..” she rants before Glenda silences her with a hard glare that makes your spine tingle.

“Sabrina that is ENOUGH. Kami is a guest in this house and you will treat her with the same respect you show me is that clear?” she asks and Sabrina bristles at being admonished but hangs her head and nods.

“Good, now please show Kami up,” she says and Sabrina sighs before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs.

“Have a good rest Kami,” Glenda says and you smile at her not noticing the worried look in her eye as you move out of sight. You are half-led half-dragged up a long set of stairs onto the landing before moving along a corridor with black and white photos in quaint little white frames. Sabrina leads you to a white painted door with light blue stars etched around the frame. She turns the handle and leads you inside. The room was of moderate size with a large queen sized poster bed on the left side. The bed was swathed in a cosy white duvet with blue stars embroided, silver silks hung from a circlet on the centre reaching down to the floor. Opposite the exquisite bed was a large bookcase filled with old musty books in fact there were too many that some were stacked on the floor before it. A door led to what appeared to be a closet, a locked chest sat in a corner of the room nest to a vanity table with a long mirror that reached the ceiling. Light filtered in through elegant balcony doors that were currently closed and you reason that this room must face the back of the house for you hadn’t seen a balcony as you approached. The strangest thing was though you feel like you had been in this room before. Sabrina glares at you as you enter a harsh cough catching your attention.

“You better leave this room the exact way it is now. I’ll be watching you, no matter what Glenda says I still don’t trust you,” she huffs as she stomps off and you wonder why she had it in for you. Walking over to the bed you lie down and remember how soft it was. You can remember how every morning the sun would shine brightly through the balcony doors waking you up at just the right time. You’re not sure how you have memories of a place you’ve never visited before but you find them comforting as you slowly close your eyes feeling the exhaustion finally overcome you.

The world filters out and suddenly you feel that warm sun on your face and cheerily stretch before you get out of bed walking gracefully over to the balcony windows pulling them open to look down at waking world. You feel yourself smile and spin before leaping back inside and rushing to the bookcase picking up a book that was open on the floor and sat cross-legged reading its passages with deep interest. You catch words like ‘Magic’ ‘auras’ ‘enchantments’ ‘dark energies’ and ‘curses’ before a knock at the door startles you and you quickly hide the book behind the others in the bookcase as the door opens.

“Reading again,” Glenda says chuckling, “My dear sometimes I think you are too studious,” she says chuckling as you blush and sigh.

“Come now you need to get ready,” she says and you nod as she shuts the door you sit down at the vanity table and brush your long blonde hair pulling it back into a intricate knot that allowed long strands to curl along your shoulders. Your bright green eyes meet your reflection and you gasp falling over the stool you sat on as you … suddenly sit up in bed looking around in confusion. Was that a dream? It seemed so real and Glenda was in it. Before you have time to think over it further you hear quiet voices from downstairs and pushing the duvet off you move over to the door pushing it open. Tip toeing along you feel guilty at your actions but curiosity has the better of you and as you reach the top of the stairs you hear the voices more clearly.

“Who is this child that arrived here?” a stranger’s voice asked sounding concerned,

“You needn’t worry about her Heather she is of pure heart and spirit, a stranger to this world I am to believe,” Glenda says causing gasps all around,
“She is not from this world? How is that possible?” a new voice asks.

“She must mean from another continent though with the battles raging here I wonder how she got passage here,” Heather surmised.

“I mean another world Heather. All I know that she is from somewhere far from here. The place she described to me I have never heard of and though it is possible she is from somewhere on this world I have no knowledge of … her aura is strange.”

“How so? The new voice asked again,

“It seems to be a mixture of two auras, one that seems almost familiar and her own which is younger than any auras of this time,” she explained and you find yourself confused.

“Such a thing is not possible Glenda” the new voice said

“I would have thought so too Prudence but it was I see. She spoke of Dawn, that she was written in a book …” Glenda said the woman muttered amongst themselves.

“How could she know of her if she is not from this world?” Heather asked intrigued.

“I fear there are many unanswered questions as I know not. This child is very unique and unfortunately lost. When this war is over we must help her find her way back.”

“The war may never be over Glenda,” Heather said, “Are you to care for her all that time?” she asked.

“I feel a connection to her, a need to protect her and I shall,” Glenda says and they adjourn their conversation before moving towards the stairs. Hastily you run back towards your room and shut the door climbing back under the covers just as you hear the door open and light filter back in.

“I wonder …” Glenda says before closing the door again leaving you back in the darkness of the night. Your mind is so full of questions you wonder what to process first.
Kami sat distressed after she had finished her tale. She wasn't sure if Glenda would believe her or not, but the elderly woman soon grabbed Kami in a warm embrace and soothed her tears with a gentle song. “Oh child," Glenda said with compassion in her voice, "it sounds like you have been through such a lot in a small space of time. No wonder you’re this upset. I know what its like to lose friends, you never feel the same." Kami sniffled as an image of Cyprus entered into her mind.


“I think you could use a rest,” Glenda announced to Kami who managed a weak smile at Glenda's generosity. “You can use the spare room upstairs, rest my dear and later we’ll sort out what to do next,” the older woman continued. Glenda beckoned for Sabrina who rushed down the stairs. After a short argument between the two, Kami was dragged along by Sabrina. "Have a good rest Kami," Glenda wished the girl as she was pulled out of sight. Sabrina led her upstairs and into the spare bedroom. It was a fairly nice room with a balcony.

“You better leave this room the exact way it is now. I’ll be watching you, no matter what Glenda says I still don’t trust you,” Sabrina left Kami with one last threat. Kami gulped. What was this girl's problem? Kami walked into the room with a weird case of deja vu. She looked around, resting a hand on the wall before walking over and flopping into the bed. A sudden wave of remembrance hit the blue-haired girl as she recognized the bed's softness. How could she remember something that she'd never even seen before? Before she could contemplate this a wave of exhaustion hit her. The girl drifted of to sleep.

Kami awoke with the heat of the sun resting lightly on her cheek. She happily stirred and stretched before getting up and walking over to the balcony with more grace than the girl new she had. She opened the windows and smiled upon the world below. Kami spun around and ran over to the bookcase. She grabbed a book off of the ground and began to read. Several words popped out at the girl, all relating to magical arts. A knock on the door startled the girl; she immediately pput the book back as the door opened and Glenda stepped inside.

“Reading again? My dear sometimes I think you are too studious,” she chuckled. Kami smiled. "Come now you need to get ready." Kami hopped up and sat in front of the vanity. She brushed her long blonde hair while she stared into her beautiful green eyes. Wait a second! Kami's hair was blue and her eyes were blue-green! What was happening? Kami gasped as she bolted upright in bed. She couldn't tell if that was a dream or not. It all seemed so real. Kami soon realized that faint voices were present. The girl soon decided to investigate.

The young trainer hopped out of bed and quietly snuck out of her room. She made her way to the staircase where she hid to hear the conversation below. Kami could hear part of the discussion which she quickly realized was about her. She quickly realized a few things: Kami was believed to be from a different world, Dawn was known here, Kami had two auras, and there was a war going on. Glenda stood up and made her way to the stairs. Kami bolted back to her room and dove under the covers right before Glenda opened the door. "I wonder..." she said quietly before leaving.

Kami sat back up in her bed. A million questions floated around in her head. Silently she began to guess what was happening. Eventually she managed to form a whole story. Of course, she was unsure of its truth, but it made sense: Kami must have somehow traveled back in time to Elysia during the war it faced! The letter which had said, "To those who read this book, may the memory of Dawn and Xavier live on through you." She and Cyprus had read the book; Dawn must be living through Kami's body. The second aura and the unfamiliar memories must be Dawn's. The wands and aura sensing: Glenda and Sabrina must be sorceresses or mages of some sort. In fact they could very well be the family of "white light magicks" or perhaps the "black dark magicks" family mentioned in the book. Kami would more likely expect them to be the light magicks family, they seemed nice. If this was true then perhaps Dawn was Glenda's daughter or granddaughter and was in love with Xaiver from the dark magicks family which is perhaps where she'd find Cyprus. If she was correct, then he'd have taken Xavier's memories and aura much as she had taken Dawn's. Dawn and Xavier must have had some sort of Romeo and Juliet story, perhaps they had ended up slain like the young lovers from the afore mentioned story. If that was the case, perhaps that was why Sabrina didn't trust strangers after such a loss.

Still, the girl had much room for error in her hypothesis. Kami got out of bed and walked over to the door. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to turn the handle and walk out. She walked back along the corridor. Whether or not she had to reveal she was snooping, Kami would have to tell Glenda everything she thought she had figured out. She hoped Glenda and perhaps the other women if they were still there would listen to the girl and her theories. She might leave the sorceresses or mages part until the other women had left, Kami wasn't sure if they would part of that or not. Yes, the girl would confront them after the others had left.
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Kishu Arashi, you haven’t replied to an update in nearly 2 months now. I’ll give you the same notice Fangirl had: if you do not reply by the next time I update you’ll lose your spot and it’ll be open to someone else.

On another note, you lot are slow this time. Not making these guys wait for you =p


The Library

Rabid Squirrel ~ Your head litterally buzzed from all the information it had received in such a short time. You were a smart girl and you believed you had it all figured out. Where and when you were, what the dream had to do with all this and the secret conversation Glenda had only added to your belief. You had fallen into Elyria in the middle of its war, somehow when you read that book Dawn was somehow living on through you, if not then you at least had her memories. You feel your heart swell as you put things together and feel that perhaps Cyprus was closer than you thought; perhaps he had met the same fate yet harboured Xavier within him. Whatever this family was you guessed that they were a good bunch, probably practising white magicks as the books in the spare bedroom wrote about; Sabrina after all had accosted you with a wand when you first arrived. Still, there could be another explanation for all of this and if you were wrong … you didn’t want to offend those that had been so hospitable to you.

Unable to continue sleeping, your mind itching for answers to all your questions you leave the bedroom and walk back along the landing. You just had to speak to Glenda, it would be best when her friends had left and so you waited. You listened to them finish off their conversation and hear the front door open and then close. Daring to look down the stairs you see that the living room is empty. Tip toeing down the stairs you walk into the room choosing to stand by the fire whist you waited. Glenda reappears from outside and gasps as she sees you standing there holding her hand over her chest.

“Kami, oh you nearly gave this old woman a heart attack. How long have you been standing there?” she asked getting over the shock of your sudden appearance. You tell her not long and she notices your torn expression.

“You look troubled child, what’s on your mind?” she asks and you turn to face her, the warmth of the fire spreading throughout your body. You decide to tell her of your theory of how and why you were here. Glenda couldn’t hide the look of shock off her face and took you by the arm sitting you down on one of the sofas.

“Did you hear what we were discussing not that long ago?” she enquires and you feel your cheeks flush at having being caught and nod mutely hoping that she wouldn’t be too mad. Glenda merely sighed and took your hand.

“Kami dear, I do believe that you are from another world, like I said I have not heard of such a place that you described. And yes your aura is odd to my old eyes … see Sabrina’s aura for example is a bright blue which suggests that she is a vibrant soul though cautious and prone to low moods … which describes her perfectly if you know her,” she says smiling a little at the thought before catching your inquisitive glance. “Well you’re aura is a dark green mixed with amber at the edge. The green suggests a kind, caring, calm soul, the amber is suggestive of age representing youth, with silver representing old age. The amber is almost equal to the green, I’ve only ever seen this in newborns,” she explains and you stare at her in awe and shock. This woman was talking auras with you and you were fascinated. You ask about the other aura and she nods.

“Yes your green-amber aura is there but hidden behind faintly on the edges is a purple aura, people only have one aura, and for you to have two it’s impossible. You think that somehow Dawn is within you?” she asks and you nod and she studies you hard.

“The purple aura is reminiscent of hers but off somehow, she was a bright violet colour and this is a dark purple, almost indigo. I don’t think her aura would have changed so much even attached to another person.” She says and you frown, you were so sure too. Whose aura did you have then? You explain the dream and Glenda nods

“That was a memory of Dawn’s, you describe her perfectly, I am curious to how you obtained her memories. Even if this book you read held magicks to bring you here Dawn never spoke of storing her memories and I have never heard of a person with two souls, it wouldn’t be healthy for any person to try. I would so love to think that my Dawn was here with you” holding your hand tightly, “but such wishing is for old fools. I hold her in my heart and memories.” She says going deep in thought smiling faintly at the memories she spoke of. Well she had already answered some of your questions without asking. You were sure that she was a white mage and if sensing your train of thought Glenda looked you right in the eye smiling faintly.

“I take it you have never met a mage before,” and you blush shaking your head as a no and Glenda can see the spark of interest in your eyes.

“Well I can tell you have an interest in learning about magicks. How about this, since you’re stuck in this unknown world with us I’ll train you in our ways, teach you how to use white magicks?” she says and you feel your excitement brimming, though your mind was filled with thoughts of Cyprus and getting back home to your Pokemon you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

“It’s late, we can discuss this further in the morning. Get some sleep Kami and tomorrow I’ll start your training,” you practically leap out of the sofa thanking her for the offer and run back up the stairs onto the landing and into the bedroom leaping into bed. Tomorrow you were going to learn some magicks! Buzzing with excitement you feel that you would never go to sleep but lying there willing yourself to you soon do.

Waking up in the morning you feel the sunlight on your face from the French windows. Stretching you can’t help but feel a little tired still, being up a good few hours of the night didn’t help. Suddenly you remember Glenda’s offer and feel more alert than you ever had and leap out of bed taking a moment to straighten up your hair and clothes before rushing back downstairs. Glenda greets you in the living room with a chuckle.

“Slow down dear, we have plenty of time for training. You remind me so much of Dawn, she was always so excited when it came to her lessons. First we’ll have breakfast,” she says leading you into the kitchen where Sabrina was already sat eating a bowl of porridge casting you a sleepy yet dark look. Choosing to ignore her cold glances this morning you help yourself to breakfast having a choice of cereal, toast, waffles with syrup and strawberries, porridge and omelettes. Glenda busied herself having already eaten and placed water and orange juice next to you both, Sabrina snatching the orange before you could decide and pouring a glass for herself. Glenda shook her head at her attitude and walked off into the living room. Sabrina glared at you.

“Did you leave the room in perfect condition, you better have,” she threatened and you nod mutely mouth full of food.

“Good,” she mumbled around her porridge her glare softening slightly. Finishing off breakfast and feeling totally refreshed and awake you walk into the living room to find Glenda sat on the sofa with a collection of books on the coffee table. You approach her and she smiles.

“Come Kami and sit. I know you have a lot of questions I didn’t answer last night but I will in due time. I don’t want to overload you with information right now. You need your head clear for the first lesson: reading Aura’s. This is a basic ability of any mage, reading aura’s allows you to gauge the personalities of your friends or strangers giving you a taste of what kind of person they are. You must remember that though this can influence our first impressions your readings may not always be 100% accurate. Now I need you to clear your mind of all thoughts and concentrate on your senses. Close your eyes to see the darkness then when you open them concentrate on my form looking around the edges for the colours of my aura.”

You do as she instructs calming down your excitement and closing your eyes. After a few moments you open them up and stare at Glenda seeing … nothing. Sighing in defeat you look at her apologetically and she laughs.

“Child, I never got it on the first try. It takes practice,” she says and you feel slightly better at that. Sabrina wanders in and snorts.

“She needs magick in her blood for it to work grandma,” she says sneering at you.

“And she has that Sabrina now go and make yourself useful and do your own studies,” Glenda says trying not to snap at the rude girl. Sabrina sighs and walks away. You’re surprised at the mention of blood magic and ask Glenda about it.

“Oh, most people are unable to practice magick, the ability is usually passed down from one generation to another but some are able through determination to pick it up. But I can sense a hint of magick in your blood so the ability will come. Now let’s try again. Go into a meditative state and concentrate on colours. When you feel at complete ease open your eyes.”

Trying again you fail for the second time. Glenda is patient though and allows you to practice all morning and after several failed attempts when you open your eyes again you see a flash of colour surrounding Glenda. Concentrating hard trying not to lose it you see the colour grow larger and bolder. Beaming at Glenda you tell her of your success, that you see her yellow and silver aura. Glenda grins back.

“Well done Kami, that is indeed the colour of my aura.” She says giving you a brief hug. Sabrina walks downstairs and you see her bright blue aura surrounding her body with a thin line of amber. She looks at you her face unreadable but she doesn’t seem to be glaring at you, that’s a start.

“Oh Sabrina I’m glad you’re here. I need an errand of you. Would you go into town and pick up this list of groceries for dinner?” she asks and Sabrina nods.

“And take Kami with you please, it’ll give her a chance to practice reading auras,” and Sabrina bites back a remark.

“Sure grandma,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Would you kindly assist Sabrina with this errand, she’ll help you to read aura’s while you’re out. She’s quite good at it as she’ll most likely tell you,” she said ribbing her grandchild.


lilbluecorsola ~ This Gengar had you shifting uncomfortably in your seat as its hazy red eyes continued to stare into your, its fixed grin never changing as it waited patiently for an answer. It was not afraid to show its feelings either and referring to you as ‘beautiful’ had your skin crawling just that little bit, your mind trying to ignore nasty little images that the affectionate title were causing. It may be complimenting you or merely trying to unnerve you further and it certainly was working. Despite the help it had given you, after the rocky start, you still had your suspicions it was after all a ghost in the Haunted Mansion and that alone would tell you not to trust it. Sighing heavily you oblige its curiosity and tell it your first name nothing more. If possible its grin widened further stretching to nearly cover its entire face.

“Jessica,” it said trying out the new name on its tongue, “A pretty name for sure, I bet you shorten it to Jess … which is ever cuter,” it said with a wink sending more shivers down your spine. You allow yourself to satisfy your own curiosity even if it meant showing an interest in the Gengar and enquire as to its name. Gengar floated back lazily as it contemplated the question.

“I have lots of names my dear, many I couldn’t share out of politeness … maybe later eh!” it says cackling. “But you may call me Saminon … or Sam for short,” he says stopping just short of your personal space as you look at him expectantly.

“Oh yes, the books, well over here Jessica,” he says and floats over behind the couch to a set of cupboards and pulls one open gesturing inside.

“This contains the cardex for the letter V, look inside and there maybe your Vestige Town listed,” he says moving out of the way for you to look. Pulling open the drawer further you move through the cards until you find what you’re searching for. According to the cardex there were 2 books on Vestige Town itself and 5 further books that referenced it. Reading out the classification number Sam grinned and floated away. Looking of after him you wonder what he was up to now when he suddenly returned his arms holding the 2 of the books you listed placing them on the table by the fire winking at you before floating off for the rest. You can’t help but feel a little gratitude for his assistance and move back over to the sofa sitting down and picking up one of the books. The first was called ‘Vestige Town: A history” and seemed quite small considering it contained the entire town’s history. Regardless you open it up and scour it for any references of disease or illness. You sigh disheartened to find nothing more than the usual outbreaks of flu, legionnaires and cholera the further you got, none with the symptoms you were experiencing.

Pausing in your reading you breathed in feeling the burning sensation in your chest reduced significantly, in fact you were feeling a lot better and felt a niggle of hunger for the first time. Placing the first book down finding its history ended rather early and picked up the second entitled: “Vestige Town: Leaders in Agriculture”. You weren’t too enthusiastic about this one but flicked through it all the same. There were a few interesting points on the agricultural developments that had been made through the years before the town became more industrialised but nothing leapt out. Leaning back in the soft sofa you wondered if this Library even held the answers you craved, this infection you had contracted may be too new to be documented. Sam soon returned and spotting your serious face frowned phasing out reappearing in front of you making you jump annoyance in your eyes.

“Too serious beautiful, I found the other books,” he said dropping them noisily onto the table a couple falling to the floor. He grinned unashamed of the damage he may have caused to the timeless tomes and you bend down to pick them up reading the next book. This mildly referenced Vestige Town for its advances in agriculture and that was soon on the ‘unhelpful’ pile. Sam floated back and forth with a book in his hands, a pair of spectacles that were too small on his face and you wonder where he procured them from for a mere moment before you concentrate on the task at hand. The next book was just as useless and was on the pile.

“Did you know that Vestige Town suffered a series of ‘plagues’ 100 years ago?” Sam asked you and you look up from your book to see him with his book titled “The Worst Atrocities and Disasters 1700-1995”. He adjusted the spectacle on his face though his eyes were 3 times their size.

Nodding he flicked to the next page, “They were a thriving small town becoming more well known when a mysterious disease swept through the town turning all Pokemon within rabid and feral, many townspeople were killed by their own pets … this is interesting … oh and that’s only one of the ‘plagues’” he said excited obviously interested in what he was reading. You stand up ignoring Sam’s usual morbid interests and ask him to show you the book. He pushes you back grinning moving to sit next you.

“Lets both read together beautiful, oooo they have pictures!!” He exclaims pointing to a picture of dead Pokemon its eyes wild even in its corpse. It had a half of its head blown away by what looked like a powerful rifle but what was really creepy was that its mouth half hanging was still engaged around a young boy’s throat. You tear you eyes away and quickly move to the next page. It describes the ‘plagues’ in minimal detail the author of the book having very little evidence and material to publish. There were the odd pictures of the corpses left by each plague by those photographers brave enough to venture there and handwritten descriptions of the symptoms and phonecall’s made to the neighbouring towns. It sounds like the town was cut off after the 3rd ‘plague’ and isolated from the rest of the world for its protection, only the town and Mansion were left together. Flicking through the pages with morbid fascination you suddenly stop on a page and gasp reading the details of the last ‘plague’ to hit the town any finally end the existence of its people. It was simply named ‘The Fog Plague’ and described how a thick grey mist had moved into town, believed at the time to be due to the town’s power station failing with no-one to run it along with freak weather changes that occurred in this area. It described how the fog had been around for one week before the symptoms occurred, flu like symptoms, chest pain, skin necrosis before blindness, haemetemesis and death. It suggests there could be more symptoms and these were gauged by the emergency phone line left up. After the town had suffered its last ‘plague’ the fog lifted and the town was left in a desolated mess left to rot alongside the Mansion that both remained isolated, well that explained why this place was not on any maps and incredibly difficult to find.

That was far too close to what you had experienced to be anything different. Sam was pouring over the book enjoying every gruesome detail when he noticed your look of hopelessness. There was nothing in the book that could indicate a cure of any kind, in fact it sounded like everyone who contracted it died a horrible death. Sam placed the book down and turned to look at you.

“Is that why you were looking for these books, do you have that ‘plague’? He asks uncharacteristically sombre. You nod and feel tears prick at your eyes; both you and your Pokemon were going to experience such a horrible death, not only would you watch your skin die off in chunks but you’d vomit blood then go blind? Tears ran freely down your cheeks as you imagine the suffering Custard and Kief would endure along with you, if only you hadn’t brought them to that place. Sam floating in front of you looking distressed, wondering how to cheer you up.

“Don’t cry Jess, crying is for babies,” he says grinning, the smile soon frowning as he notices your continued sorrow.

“The plague sounds cool, death is not such a bad thing you know. I’m dead and I’m always having fun,” this only makes you cry harder and he sighs folding his arms over his vast chest.

"Come now beautiful, if you don’t want to die I will help, we’ll find a medicine to fix it.” His eyes suddenly light up.

“And I know where to start. We should take your blood, I saw it in a TV show once, well before that Rotom broke the TV, anyway you take a human's blood and it shows you the answers to diseases. There’d be equipment in The Lab for it I bet.” He says proud of his bright idea. You’re crying slows as you look up at his beaming face bursting with pride. He was trying to help you and it seemed that you had exhausted all your options in the Library. Would you be willing to let Sam play with your blood knowing his infatuation with the morbid and gross in this world?




The Bathing Rooms

psychopath ~ Though I’d prefer it to be indigo, it is difficult to read … and I like darkorchid so I’ll relent =p

You stand before Captain Porter as he patiently awaits his answers and see his Chatot with a similar expectant expression. You haveso many questions of your own, such as was this a real pirate ship and who was possibly hunting them? You know that to get the answers you desire you would first have to provide the Captain with what he wants. You introduce yourself out of formality and politeness since he already knew your name and pause before continuing, wondering if he would believe your tale. You explain that you hadn’t started in the sea but far from it in a Haunted Mansion. Captain Porter’s face remains expressionless leaving you unable to gauge if he had heard of such a place and you decide to continue. You describe the horrid putrid water pool you had journeyed to where you were attacked by an unknown creature. You had defended yourself with Pachirisu by your side. The beast seemed to be a mutated Octillery and it grabbed you with an oversized tentacle and pulled you into the water dragging you to what you thought was your death but somehow you ended up in this sea; the rest he already knew.

You look to see what the Captain’s reaction would be expecting confusion and disbelief but what you saw shocked you. His eyes were wide as a shocked expression gazed back at you. He rushed around you to check that his door was closed and stalked back over to you with a hopeful look.

“You say you were attacked by a mutant Octillery, was it 10 times the size with glowing red eyes?” he asked and you find yourself nodding numbly, how did he know about it?

“The Kraken …” he whispered sitting down in his chair, his Chatot squawking in fear at the name… “Come over here lad” he beckons and you hesitantly move over to him. He pulls at the bandage to your neck with force and you yelp nearly choking on the motion. He observes the healing burns and tenderly rubs his fingers over them.

“What you encountered lad was the Kraken. A terrible beast that roams the seas attacking innocent ships and boats killing their crews. It is unnatural, humongous in size it envelops whole vessels with ease. Such a creature is feared amongst all sea farers. There are few stories or accurate descriptions of this beast because no-one is left alive to tell them. It attacks discreetly and suddenly without warning and some believe that it is summoned by a person to destroy selected vessels … It has been a long time since …” he trails off and you can sense the shift in his emotions from nervous to sorrowful.

“When I was a lad, younger than you are now I travelled on a simple trading vessel with my father. One night during our voyage back home the winds picked and the sea became very disturbed. I remember how scared I was as the ship shook back and forth and from the water rose that … beast. A huge Octillery its tentacles were 3 times the length of our ship and its body dwarfed us in black shadow. It attacked us without remorse and obliterated the ship. I remember I was dragged off by one of the tentacles and it grabbed my father. I was dragged under like you described and my father fought back with the harpoon he had taken with him. I thought we were going to die when a shimmer appeared in the water, a shining white light that came from nowhere. My father’s harpoon hit the tentacle holding me and the Kraken let me go and suddenly it had vanished, my father gone along with it” You stare in shock to hear an almost similar tale to your own.

“I have long given up searching for him now but, your story … the place you described I had never heard of. You couldn’t have possibly seen an old man where you came from?” he asks with a hint of hope in his eyes. You tell him unfortunately not and he sighs.

“I fear he has been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker,” he says before he locks you with a harsh glare.

“You mustn’t repeat anything we have discussed here to any of the crew. The Kraken is not a subject to be brought up especially with us pirates. I don’t want them worried unnecessarily. It’s enough with the pirate hunts, to hear that the Kraken had been nearby…” He trails off, expecting you to follow his orders.

“Well Master Gonza I fear that you are a far way from home and without putting my crew at risk I cannot help you get back,” he says and you feel utterly dejected, Slice walks up to you trying to comfort you with positive words still positive that you’ll get back.

“I can however fulfil your last request and make you a part of crew. I would not leave a stranded lad without shelter and food, you must work it though you understand,” he says and you nod thinking about jumping ship at the next possible moment.

“How do you feel about being a pirate then young Tyson?” he asks with a slight grin, “It’s not all fun but we do know how to enjoy ourselves. It’s amusing, but this is how I became I pirate,” he adds grinning, “Picked up by a nearby pirate vessel after the attack, it feels like events are almost coming full circle,” he says thoughtfully.

“Well I shall have your quarters made up for you. Your clothes were damaged as Maria noted so another set will be set out for you. Your belt however was intact along with your Pokeballs. I believe our ships Pokedoctor was checking them out, they’ll be in your room when you get there. I’ll have Pan come show you to your quarters, he’ll also show you to your station on the ship and instruct you on what to you.” He says as you walk out of his quarters.

“Oh and Master Gonza, welcome aboard,” he says smiling jovially quite pleased to have you on his crew. You leave his quarters and nearly trip over Pan who was waiting you outside.

“Oh I’m sorry, Tyson was it?” he asks and you help him back up. “The Captain said I was to help you to your quarters, well they’re not ready yet. We weren’t expecting another crew member,” he says laughing. “So for now I’ll show you what you’ll be doing on this ship.” He says grabbing your arm and dragging you over to one side of the ship. You look disdainfully at the bucket and mop there and he laughs.

“It’s not as bad as it looks but we do have to swab the decks every day, fortunately for you I’ve already done that so you’ll have that duty tomorrow. No right now we need to check the main booms and let some slack out of them; we’re slowing down as night will soon be coming. I’m not just a Swabber, but a Rigger too, that’s the best bit of the job,” he says grinning. “I’ll show you later how fun it is climbing the masts, me and Bellamy are really fast aren’t we girl?” he says as a spunky Politoad jumps out startling you. She giggles and looks rather cute with a matching headscarf to Pan.

“Your Scyther might not be right for Rigging, touching the ropes in case it, ermm … cuts them,” Pan says eyeing up Slice nervously, “but it be perfect for observing from up the Main Topmast,” he says. Slice seems keen to take a look but a cry from above stop him before he starts.

“There’s a pod of Wailmer swimming in portside, I don’t think we’ll be able to manoeuvre around them.” He says a little panicked. “I can see at least 10,” The crew all look over to port side to see the dark blue mass slowly grow larger. Captain Porter walks onto the deck and yells at the Sailing Master, “Hard to starboard Master Gibson lets see if we can get out of their path,” An “Aye Captain" follows and the ship lurches to the right.

“Pan, Tyson tighten the booms, we’ll need all the speed we can muster. All those with Pokemon get them ready we may need their help to manoeuvre the pod.” Maria arrives on deck and holds out a belt with Pokeballs to you.

“You may need this,” she says as she runs to help navigate the ship.

“Come on Tyson we’ve got to get these booms tightened.” You need to hurry you might be able to avoid the mass of Wailmer but better have a Pokemon ready just in case. If you get in their way they could damage the ship and who knows what kind of mood they’re in.



The Playground

Pearl’s Perap ~ The Mansion had lost a traveller and that would simply not do but it needn’t have worried as its mystery and intrigue had drawn in a new guest. The walk through the dark forest surrounding its grounds felt short and this new brave traveller reached the heavy rusted gates barring entrance in next to no time. The tall imposing building seemed to breathe and move in the wind, a deep sigh rushing from within; almost like it was pleased to see you arrive. The gates was slightly ajar and moving to open them further you watch in fascination as they swing open of their own accord. You felt a deep excitement despite the ominous vibe the Mansion gave off, you had heard such wondrous stories regarding this haunted home and were keen to prove some of them right. The wind picked up sending chills down your spine as it wrapped around your exposed skin delicately. Deciding to allow one of your Pokemon to explore this new environment with you think deeply over which one would best enjoy this experience. All thinking done with a short burst-fire of light and a purple ghost hovered next to you eying up the eerie Mansion before him with sudden interest.

Standing outside the gates Lust flitted two and fro waiting for you to decide where to visit a long creaky groan emanating from the Mansion as it impatiently waited for you too. Deciding to venture into the grounds you take the first few steps inside feeling the temperature drop significantly. The grasses surrounding the path were short and dry slowly growing into epic proportions like a home-grown jungle. Venturing off the old stone path you walk those grasses feeling them scratch at your ankles as you search for an old playground that is rumoured to sit within the grounds. Lust starts to float off ahead not hampered by the ever growing jungle and soon you lose sight of him altogether. Panicking at the thought of losing him you rush through the grass feeling the dry blades irritate your skin enough to cause small rashes. Just as you think it would never end you burst through the growth and stop to scratch at the sore patches on your arms and neck. Thankfully Lust was nearby and you had stumbled onto the Playground.

Lust zipped over to you cackling happily before motioning for you to follow; he wanted to play with you. Though he seemed at ease in this unknown environment you were a little more wary and slowly approach the soft dirt that marked its edge and found that you could hardly see half way across its length. Near where you stood were a pair of rusty old swings that moved slightly in the wind, a small sandbox was further along and a round-a-bout in bad disrepair stood between the two. Lust had spotted something more fun though and flittered off towards a see-saw further into the shadows. Following him you feel a deep shiver run down your spine, the feeling of dread overcomes you before a gut reaction to hastily leave arrived. You pause, the feelings growing so strong that you feel sick and wonder if this was such a good idea after all. Lust seems oblivious to your turmoil and looks at you expectantly wanting you to join him on the two-person ride.

Fighting back the horrid feeling you push on and arrive next to Lust who rolls his eyes at having to wait so long for you. You still felt very anxious but sat down and Lust grinned happy to play. He floated down and somehow hit the see-saw propelling you up and back down. At seeing the joy on his face just happy to be interacting with you, you manage a small smile of you own and begin to enjoy the bouncing. Lost in the moment you suddenly feel the see-saw slam to the ground throwing you off with a thud. Looking to Lust for an explanation you see him staring into the shadows and follow his gaze seeing nothing. He seems drawn to something and indicates that there’s someone there. Looking harder you just about make out the shadow of a young girl with long hair. She’s holding a teddy-bear and gasps as she seen that she’s been found. You can hardly make her out but Lust can see her frightened expression before she runs off deeper into the shadows. Lust turns to you with pleading eyes wanting to go after her, but what could a child possibly be doing in a dangerous place like this?
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fishyfool ~ You were an animal! Just like he had said you had followed his lead, had stalked your own head delirious filled with thoughts of death and hunger as you crawled along. You had pounced hand splayed like claws ready to strip flesh from bone but you had not followed through. What rational mind was left had screamed at you to stop and the fearful teary look in Chimchar’s eyes drowned out the violent thoughts and behaviours. Hugging your knees to your chest thick heavy tears coating your cheeks from regret and guilt you played back your actions like a horrific movie in your mind. Volcape had been utterly terrified of you, he had been so upset at your actions and he had fled, hoping to never see you again, and what more the others had followed leaving you all alone surrounded by those God damn mirrors. Your reflection, his voice echoed around once more, his dark words taunting despite their soothing nature and your find yourself drawn out of your sorrow. Your eyes scour the grubby mirrors to see nothing, he taunts you still and doesn’t show himself the irony that you were looking for yourself lost on you as you become consumed by rage. This was not your dark side you rationalised but a demon, one that has set its sight on plaguing and tormenting you and your Pokemon. Calming down as much as humanly possible you begin to think clearly and find the need to answers suddenly plaguing you and with only one individual that could provide the answers.

Standing up sniffling heavily as you wipe the tears from your cheeks and all thoughts turn to your team, how you had been together all this time, fought side by side and endured awful trials. You had remained together through all that and yet now this ‘demon’ had torn you apart. You clench your fists together and growl in pure rage. You roar at the mirrors demanding that the demon silence’s his taunting and his voice … your voice disappears leaving you alone with your manic fury. You scream at it in defiance that you were you in control of your own mind and body and that you would heed his mind games no more.

Laughter fills the corridor before you can speak further and he appears behind you sneering at your attempt to rally your confidence.

“Oh but how wrong you are fishy,” he leers at you folding his arms over his chest laughing as involuntarily you do the same. “I am no demon, I am you. I am your dark side and you cannot deny me. Try to convince yourself otherwise all you like, it does not change the facts. You think because I can control you that makes a demon. No that solidifies that fact that I speak the truth and you are too weak and afraid to accept it. Darkness lives in every creature and we wait for our opportunity to show ourselves and sometimes it never happens. They wilt and die within their hosts but not I, I will not be denied the freedom I seek and now that I am whole, I will ensure that I remain this way,” he says snarling at you and you rip your arms away from where he placed them seething in anger yourself. You had heard enough of his confusing talk and need to have your say.

You demand to know what this mirrored maze was as there was no way it was ordinary before following up with another demand to know what your reflection was still believing that he could not possibly be you. Not giving him chance to answer you ask him what the reflections of your Pokemon were, other demon’s playing on their minds and finally you yell out what you want to know most of all, what did this demon want with you? You send a silent message to Meteos not knowing if he heard it before screaming at your reflection your emotions boiling over.

He growls at you with frustration at your questions and growls pacing up and down his animalistic eyes scouring your body not answering your questions. He sees your anger and manages a smirk before racing to the mirror and slamming into it the mirror shaking with the force.

“You are PATHETIC!! A waste of life that spends his time asking me USELESS questions. Why must I be stuck to such a mindless creature such as this? I continue to tell you the truth and you remain with your own hopes that you are not a vile disgusting human being. Fishy, you are ME, and yes I AM a DEMON. I am your demon that haunts you every night of your existence. I am the one who enters your mind whilst you sleep and fills your mind with horrific thoughts, nightmares for entertainment. I am the one who wills you to cheat, lie, steal, kill, destroy every day of your life and you NEVER LISTEN!!” he screams back at you furious now and smashes his fists against the mirror, the glass shaking again from the movement.

“Like I told you impotent little child, every creature has their ‘demons’ as you call us, their dark sides and your pitiful Pokemon are no different.” He hisses out pacing faster and faster as his eyes start to glow a deep red.

“You entered the Mansion, everything is unique and wonderful in here and this mirror maze is not different. This home gave me my freedom when you entered it, it gave your Pokemon’s demon’s their freedom also.” He explains having given into your need for answers.

“And what I want?” he laughs bitterly before his glowing red eyes set onto yours, “I want everything. You were given life as I took a backseat and was force to watch, like a sick torture. I want to be able to experience life, I want to touch, rip, destroy and make everyone and everything suffer as I have. I want my freedom and I will have it. I see now that destruction vicariously though you is not enough. I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE AND DESTROY EVERYTHING IN IT!” he screams his eyes now a ugly blood red and his arms warping into claws as they rip through the glass and grasp your throat. You gasp and flail against his grip as his head emerges through the mirror his head black stretched skin revealing long dirty fangs that drip with sick saliva. He roars and drags you through the mirror and you feel it shatter as you crash though it flung to the ground. Gasping you catch your breath and look up to see the mirror shattered and feel light cuts across your exposed skin. Standing up you walk along the corridor to see the other mirrors still intact yet there was something not right about this corridor, it swerves right where as you could swear that it had swerved left; and it was much darker, there was hardly any light for reflections here. Staring into the mirror you see the demon reform into your reflection with his sickly skin and sores and he grins.

“And I’m starting with your Pokemon,” he says cackling before stalking off down the corridor. Shocked you yell at him and smash your hands on the mirror watching him walk out of sight. He had walked into your world and brought you into his.


I feel well enough to actually reply now, ain't that fucking typical, eh?

As his anger dissipated, Jamie listened with increasing hatred at this demon's words, before silently acknowledging the fact that this being in the mirror was indeed a demon, his dark side of pure evil, and naturally one that should never surface. Deep down inside, he felt rather amused at the fact that this evil version of him was becoming agitated, and he realised that his true self is merely cheeky, instead of purely loathing. Supressing amusement, he continued to listen to the demon's words as it ranted.

Jamie's demeanour began to falter, however, as he watched the demonic version of him start to become more vile as his eyes grew a dark tint and his rant became more of a banning offense if vented on internet forums, and upon hearing the note about his pokemon's demons, started to wonder about what the other side was like, where the demon existed: Were the dark sides of his pokemon as spiteful as he was, or were they something else entirely?

His questioning was answered almost immediately as his reflection took on a whole new way of being ugly as his hands warped into vicious claws and somehow tore through the mirror, grabbing Jamie by his throat as the demon roared and hauled him towards the mirror, his pale face now almost serpentine with the darkness and fangs, and as the mirror shattered, Jamie lay on the ground, rather sure that he rebounded off the wall and onto the floor dazed and rather miffed at his refection before rising...

...amnd noticing how dark it had became as well as the fact that the path swerved right instead of left, before wiping his head of a few lingering shards of glass, feeling the blood slowly trickle from the deeper wounds, though nothing too dangerous. Looking in the mirror, he saw his reflective demon stare back at him and grin, before lurking down the corridor. Taking a minute to think of things, Jamie started down the corridor, hoping he could find a way to wrap his hands round the dark reflection's neck and squeeze hard, before it hit him like a ton of bricks: He was no longer in his own world, but the world of his dark reflection, the mirror world!

Giving a shocked gasp, Jamie realised that his pokemon were in grave danger, and hoped that Meteos got his previous message. If so, then his dark side would have a rather painful time if he tried to kill them, and as Jamie nervously gulped, he opted to find a way to exit this twisted world and destroy his demons. To do so, however...

A sudden burst of light later, and his Honchkrow Yakuza had emerged, his low caw cutting off hastily as he gazed around the strange surroundings before turning to Jamie.

"Not the sorta place you'd have came out in, huh? I can tell you, things are going to get very hairy from here on. In short, we came to the mansion, entered this mirrored area and my inner demon came loose and made a balls-up of everything, making me attack Volcape and chasing him, Meteos and Arctacea away, before he hauled me into his world while hopping into ours, aiming to kill the three of them."

Yakuza frowned at Jamie, before nodding understandably. Honchkrow are naturally adept at the dark, Jamie reckoned,so Yakuza should find this place almost like home, only a little more evil. Not to mention he's likely the strongest out of who I have with me right now.

"Yakuza, if at any time I ever try and attack you or any of my pokemon, give me a peck in the face to snap me out of it. Extreme, but it's the best chance I've got. I'm going to carry on through this hellhole to find a way out, and chances are we'll run into the inner demons of the others. Whether they'll be hostile or not is unknown, but be prepared to fight either way. This is where it gets dangerous."

With a nod, Yakuza hopped onto Jamie's shoulder, his wings teadily flapping so he doesn't add weight to Jamie, and the two of them headed down the mirrored corridor, seeking a way to get them back and to defeat Jamie's inner demon before he killed.
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The Music Room

Jerichi ~ You listen as Alessia tells you her sorrowful tale, smiling with her at the happy recollections she wistfully portrays and feel your heart grow heavy as she describes the horror of seeing her friends dragged away from her and the bitter loneliness it left behind. She floated behind the curtains and the stage and stopped to hover by a door with a faded star upon it. She faltered over her words unable to ask the one question she really wanted but you understood what she wanted. You felt for this poor ghost and wanted nothing more than to help her and both you and Snowy off your assistance. Alessia brightened instantly and cried out in joy.

“Oh thank you so much Tetsu … and Snowy. I never thought I’d even get the chance to try and now … “ she said sniffing back fresh tears unable to continue. You smile happy to she her hope renewed and grasp the handle pushing it open finding no resistance it swings back. You walk on through with Snowy on your shoulder and pass through feeling a tingle run down your spine from the spell covering the door. Alessia floats on after you and cries out as she slams into the force field created by the spell. Shaking off the pain she looks at you imploringly and reaching out you take her in your arms pulling her harmlessly through the door before she floats off thanking you.

All three of you walk down through the small poorly lit corridor being quite cautious as to what you may find. You pass a couple of locked doors in your wake unable to enter into them but you all stop when you hear a soft cry echo from up ahead. Alessia gasps as she listens carefully to hear it again. The cry sounds again and she darts off up ahead as you yell out to her running after her retreating form. The sounds grow louder as you run and you see Alessia stop her ear pressed to a door to the right. You catch up to her and hear the cries clearly coming from behind the door.

“Oliver?” she asks in disbelief and hears the cries grow louder.

“Hold on Oliver, I’m coming for you,” she says zipping through the door leaving you standing there. You pull on the handle to find it stuck hard. You tug and tug and it doesn’t budge. Suddenly you hear Alessia scream and pull with renewed vigour managing to force it open enough to squeeze through with Snowy. The room is quite small and look and most of the furniture within is covered in dust. You see Alessia shivering whilst looking into the shadows at the far end of the room. Walking over to her you look at what has her so spooked. Strapped to board with tools strewn around its feet lies a silent Loudred. Its body has several long scars across it and one of its arms is replaced by a robotic version with multicoloured wires streaming along to its back. Over one of its eyes is a metallic shield with a blank circle for it to see through.

“Oh Oliver what did she do to you?” Alessia asks sobbing at the sight of one her friends in such a horrid state. Suddenly Oliver’s metallic eye lights up red and he pulls at his restraints roaring a booming sound. He frantically tears away the bonds that hold him and walks forward staring at the young Misdreavus by your side.

“Oliver?” she asks and shrieks as she swipes at her phasing out so his hand passes through. She floats off and cries to herself in a corner. Oliver stares at her in rage and begins to stomp towards her.

“Please Oliver, don’t you remember me? We’re friend in the orchestra together. Please remember.” She begs as he stalks towards her arm pulled back ready to fight though she is far from it. If you don’t do something you may lose your new friend.
Sorry about being so late; school just got back in and I have greater priorities at the moment.


“Oh thank you so much Tetsu … and Snowy. I never thought I’d even get the chance to try and now …" The ghost replies with a short sniff.

All Tetsu does in response is smile as he grabs the knob and forces the door open, only to find a tingle that fights back. Alessia tries to follow, but soon finds her path impeded by an invisible wall, releasing an unhappy cry as she's stopped in her tracks. Tetsu, however, turns towards her, reaching through the magical barrier and effortlessly pulling her across. With a faint thanks, the three of them proceed down the dim hallway.

From what Tetsu is able to make out, a few doors line the walls, but each that he tries seems to be locked. He soon has no need to blindly test all the doors, however, as an echoing cry comes from down the passage. As they turn to the source of it, Alessia gasps, hoping that to be one of her friends, and when it comes again, the Misdreavus floats down the hall towards a door on the right hand side. Tetsu quickly runs to catch up with her, the sounds crescendoing as they near.

"Oliver?" she asks in disbelief, prompting another, louder cry from within.

"Hold on, Oliver, I'm coming for you!" With that, she phases through the door, leaving Tetsu and Snowy behind. Immediately, Tetsu tries to push the door open, finding it to be firmly stuck in place. His next few tries are equally unsuccessful, but when Tetsu hears the ghost's scream from inside, a rush of adrenaline allows him to jar the door slightly, just enough for Tetsu and Snowy to slip in.

The room was fairly cramped and caked in a layer of dust. Alessia, shivering, floated amongst the shadows at the end of the room. As Tetsu neared, he could make out the shape of something strapped to a board there, a Loudred mangled with scars, a metallic eye, and a robotic arm crawling with a rainbow of wires.

“Oh Oliver what did she do to you?” Alessia weaps.

Suddenly, the Loudred's eye lights up, and his powerful arms rip at the bonds holding him to the board. He forces himself upwards, staring directly at the ghost as he nears her.

“Oliver?” she yells as the monstrous Pokemon claws at her form, his hand passing through her gaseous form.

Out of fright, she backs away into the cover of the umbra, staring fearfully at the fuming Pokemon closing in on her.


“Please Oliver, don’t you remember me? We’re friend in the orchestra together. Please remember.” she pleas desperately.

"Hey!" Tetsu calls out, "Looking for a fight? Come and get one!"

"Snowy, let's do this."

Snowball 9 nods in agreement, hopping of Tetsu's shoulder and glaring at the semirobtic Pokemon.

"All right, buddy, distract him with an Icy Wind, before targeting his mechanical arm with a Thunderbolt! Then give him a Tri-Attack!" Tetsu ordered.
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Music Box~ ~ Your monkey tour guide had you intrigued, he certainly seemed to have intimate knowledge of the Cemetery and the Crypt that you had just entered. You wondered how long Louis had been in that Cemetery before you found him and wondered if he was lonely, maybe that’s what drove him to the bottle! The crypt was as creepy as you’d expected it to be in its disuse, full of cobwebs, dark shadows teasingly moving every now and then and the odd eerie sound that had you wondering if there was something still alive. The tingles running down your spine became full of shockwaves as the sound of groaning coming from two coffins either side of the room. You backed up resuming your fearful trembling again as Birdie stood before you in a protective stance. The lids to the coffins were slowly pushed open and two ugly looking creatures emerged, their decaying flesh hanging off their emaciated limbs. Now you began to panic as their dead cold eyes met yours, deadly intentions clear. Louis seemed unfazed by the presence of two zombie Pokemon, more curious to how long they had been dead since he had last seen them alive.

Your whole mind is screaming ‘RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY NOW!!’ but your treacherous body wouldn’t respond, your legs shaking the strength to flee departed. Birdie noticed your horrified gaze and could easily guess what you wanted to do and her defiant chirp brought you out of another mental breakdown. You see her confident expression and feel her confidence rub off on you. You could do this, you weren’t about to let two dead bodies stop you from your explorations, not with Birdie willing to fight. Smirking you work over a plan of battle asking Louis to join you in a double battle and before you give him chance to reply you order Birdie to attack and warmed by your courage she charges towards Drapion ready to take it out.

Birdie stops short of the undead scorpion and with a wave of her arms lets loose a flurry of bright stars that whip through the air and strike Drapion slicing through the loose purple flesh ripping parts off that fall to the ground. Birdie looks a little ill at the black blood running from Drapion’s chest and it gives it a chance to retaliate. It grunts and shoots out purple barbs from its wide mouth small amounts of saliva onto the floor. Birdie chirps in pain and holds her chest as the Poison Sting struck. Pulling at the barbs she winces at everyone removed but fortunately doesn’t appear poisoned.

Louis cast an eye on his partner for this battle and shook his head seemingly unimpressed by her strength so far. He leaps at Charmeleon swinging around and delivers a speedy Tail Whip to its face making it stumble back slightly groaning at the assault which only grows louder as Louis whips back round and swipes at its face with a Scratch. Charmeleon grunts in pain and shoots out bright Embers that Louis easily dodges, he makes battling appear so easy.

Birdie angrily powers up icy energy in her mouth before shooting out a rainbow Aurora Beam that washes over Drapion, the scorpion pulling its arms up to defend its face. With the attack finished Birdie is shocked to see Drapion moving quite hastily towards her before chomping down on her arm with its Bite. She squeals in pain and looks horrified when she sees its rotten saliva entering the wound. Thrashing about to release herself she hears an almighty Screech come from Louis which makes her cover her ears in pain but fortunately Drapion was affected by the excruciating noise too and lost its grip on Birdie’s wing. She holds it to her chest and as the sound stops regains her senses enough to fire another Swift at Drapion knocking her back. Louis grins over to her but winces in pain as he’s assaulted by a Slash down his back and he leaps away over towards Birdie.

“We must work together to defeat zese creatures” he says rubbing his paw along his fur feeling a cut running the entire length of his back.

“Zey maybe ghoulies, but zey are stronger than zey appear,” he says wincing as the evidence is clear on both Pokemon.
On Tim's command, Birdie courageously threw herself into battle without any hesitation. As the kooky bird rushed into battle with a strong Swift, the opposing pokemon's, an undead Drapion, flesh slowly ripped off and fell to the ground as if Birdie had just struck melted butter. Tim gagged at the site of this horrific scene of rotten flesh and blood ripping off the Drapion while Birdie clears her mind of the site. While Biridie shuddered over the image, the undead warrior took action, shooting a saliva covered Poison Sting which stabbed Birdie in the chest. She cried in pain, both physically and mentally.

Tim slowly began to feel the sudden urge to vomit thinking about the living corpse that was Drapion. Fear filled his body and goosebumps appeared left and right. "I- I don't think I can witness this!" Tim thought as he covered his mouth, desperately trying to hold back his urge to vomit. He looked up to see the fear in Birdie's eyes, yet he noticed she didn't look ready to back down. "Be strong, be strong, be strong!" repeated Tim in his thoughts. "What can I do to help the battle?" Tim thought, hoping to make himself useful.

Suddenly, Tim eyes open as wide as they could get, he just had an idea. "Birdie!" Tim shouted to gaining Birdie's attention, "Whatever happens... just attack Drapion!" A look of worry came across Birdie's face as she wonder what Tim could possibly do. Tim suddenly began to run towards Drapion and shouted to Birdie, "Trust me! Now use Blizzard! and follow up with Tir- Attack!" as Tim ran towards the Drapion, he picked up a nearby rock and chucked it at the undead warrior's head. "Hey you! You don't look so tough!" Tim shouted as his body trembled. "Dear God! Hopefully I can be a good distraction! Tim thought as he waited for a reaction from Drapion.
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Pearl’s Perap ~ The Mansion had lost a traveller and that would simply not do but it needn’t have worried as its mystery and intrigue had drawn in a new guest. The walk through the dark forest surrounding its grounds felt short and this new brave traveller reached the heavy rusted gates barring entrance in next to no time. The tall imposing building seemed to breathe and move in the wind, a deep sigh rushing from within; almost like it was pleased to see you arrive. The gates was slightly ajar and moving to open them further you watch in fascination as they swing open of their own accord. You felt a deep excitement despite the ominous vibe the Mansion gave off, you had heard such wondrous stories regarding this haunted home and were keen to prove some of them right. The wind picked up sending chills down your spine as it wrapped around your exposed skin delicately. Deciding to allow one of your Pokemon to explore this new environment with you think deeply over which one would best enjoy this experience. All thinking done with a short burst-fire of light and a purple ghost hovered next to you eying up the eerie Mansion before him with sudden interest.

Standing outside the gates Lust flitted two and fro waiting for you to decide where to visit a long creaky groan emanating from the Mansion as it impatiently waited for you too. Deciding to venture into the grounds you take the first few steps inside feeling the temperature drop significantly. The grasses surrounding the path were short and dry slowly growing into epic proportions like a home-grown jungle. Venturing off the old stone path you walk those grasses feeling them scratch at your ankles as you search for an old playground that is rumoured to sit within the grounds. Lust starts to float off ahead not hampered by the ever growing jungle and soon you lose sight of him altogether. Panicking at the thought of losing him you rush through the grass feeling the dry blades irritate your skin enough to cause small rashes. Just as you think it would never end you burst through the growth and stop to scratch at the sore patches on your arms and neck. Thankfully Lust was nearby and you had stumbled onto the Playground.

Lust zipped over to you cackling happily before motioning for you to follow; he wanted to play with you. Though he seemed at ease in this unknown environment you were a little more wary and slowly approach the soft dirt that marked its edge and found that you could hardly see half way across its length. Near where you stood were a pair of rusty old swings that moved slightly in the wind, a small sandbox was further along and a round-a-bout in bad disrepair stood between the two. Lust had spotted something more fun though and flittered off towards a see-saw further into the shadows. Following him you feel a deep shiver run down your spine, the feeling of dread overcomes you before a gut reaction to hastily leave arrived. You pause, the feelings growing so strong that you feel sick and wonder if this was such a good idea after all. Lust seems oblivious to your turmoil and looks at you expectantly wanting you to join him on the two-person ride.

Fighting back the horrid feeling you push on and arrive next to Lust who rolls his eyes at having to wait so long for you. You still felt very anxious but sat down and Lust grinned happy to play. He floated down and somehow hit the see-saw propelling you up and back down. At seeing the joy on his face just happy to be interacting with you, you manage a small smile of you own and begin to enjoy the bouncing. Lost in the moment you suddenly feel the see-saw slam to the ground throwing you off with a thud. Looking to Lust for an explanation you see him staring into the shadows and follow his gaze seeing nothing. He seems drawn to something and indicates that there’s someone there. Looking harder you just about make out the shadow of a young girl with long hair. She’s holding a teddy-bear and gasps as she seen that she’s been found. You can hardly make her out but Lust can see her frightened expression before she runs off deeper into the shadows. Lust turns to you with pleading eyes wanting to go after her, but what could a child possibly be doing in a dangerous place like this?
I'm excited for this adventure already, thanks for the swift reply, Stace ;3 Also, since my team rename, Lust is now Shane :]

Wishing the momentary happiness shared between himself and the Shuppet, Zak was brought back to reality with a painful thump, having the see-saw slam at the ground at once, causing him to tumble off. As he looked up to Shane for some sort of answer, Zak noticed that the Shuppet was transfixed on what seemed to be nothing near to the bushes behind the see-saw. Concerned that Shane could see something that Zak couldn't, the over-whelming feeling of dread began to make Zak's whole insides sink once again, his heart felt heavy beyond belief and he struggled to swallow to try and regain himself even slightly.

"Sh-shane? What's the matter?" Zak managed to utter eventually, but the question simply did not need answering. A figure began to materialize in Zak's line of vision now, too. It was that of a small girl with quite long hair, clutching a teddy bear to herself. Shocked by her presence here in the remote playground surrounded by the undergrowth, Zak began to approach Shane and the figure, but as he did so, the Shuppet sensed fear in the child as she disappears between the shrubs. Shane seemed eager to tail the child, a look of concern in his eyes for the strange child.

"Shane, not so fast, we can't just go running into the bushes like that, we could get lost..." Zak started, but he knew there was no point as he noticed the little ghost pokmon had already began to float towards the gap, he obviously wasn't going to wait for Zak to shoot his idea down. Reluctantly following, Zak caught up to Shane and the two began to creep in the direction the strange girl had gone, hoping to catch a glimpse of her once again. Shane had a determined look on his young face, Zak knew being a ghost pokmon meant that he loved this sort of thing, but he still felt embarrassed that his little pokmon was showing far more courage than he as the two got further and further into the dark unknown, hunting for a mystery child who might not even be a child at all. Zak's mind a mess of thought as usual in a strange situation.

"Shane, you're loving this aren't you?" Zak tried to force a smirk at the ghost pokmon, who didn't make any reply, too determined in following the girl and discovering why she had happened to run from the two. Noticing this determination once again, Zak decided he was in safe hands with Shane, despite him lacking much battle experience, he had serious guts to be doing what he was doing.
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lilbluecorsola ~ This Gengar had you shifting uncomfortably in your seat as its hazy red eyes continued to stare into your, its fixed grin never changing as it waited patiently for an answer. It was not afraid to show its feelings either and referring to you as ‘beautiful’ had your skin crawling just that little bit, your mind trying to ignore nasty little images that the affectionate title were causing. It may be complimenting you or merely trying to unnerve you further and it certainly was working. Despite the help it had given you, after the rocky start, you still had your suspicions it was after all a ghost in the Haunted Mansion and that alone would tell you not to trust it. Sighing heavily you oblige its curiosity and tell it your first name nothing more. If possible its grin widened further stretching to nearly cover its entire face.

“Jessica,” it said trying out the new name on its tongue, “A pretty name for sure, I bet you shorten it to Jess … which is ever cuter,” it said with a wink sending more shivers down your spine. You allow yourself to satisfy your own curiosity even if it meant showing an interest in the Gengar and enquire as to its name. Gengar floated back lazily as it contemplated the question.

“I have lots of names my dear, many I couldn’t share out of politeness … maybe later eh!” it says cackling. “But you may call me Saminon … or Sam for short,” he says stopping just short of your personal space as you look at him expectantly.

“Oh yes, the books, well over here Jessica,” he says and floats over behind the couch to a set of cupboards and pulls one open gesturing inside.

“This contains the cardex for the letter V, look inside and there maybe your Vestige Town listed,” he says moving out of the way for you to look. Pulling open the drawer further you move through the cards until you find what you’re searching for. According to the cardex there were 2 books on Vestige Town itself and 5 further books that referenced it. Reading out the classification number Sam grinned and floated away. Looking of after him you wonder what he was up to now when he suddenly returned his arms holding the 2 of the books you listed placing them on the table by the fire winking at you before floating off for the rest. You can’t help but feel a little gratitude for his assistance and move back over to the sofa sitting down and picking up one of the books. The first was called ‘Vestige Town: A history” and seemed quite small considering it contained the entire town’s history. Regardless you open it up and scour it for any references of disease or illness. You sigh disheartened to find nothing more than the usual outbreaks of flu, legionnaires and cholera the further you got, none with the symptoms you were experiencing.

Pausing in your reading you breathed in feeling the burning sensation in your chest reduced significantly, in fact you were feeling a lot better and felt a niggle of hunger for the first time. Placing the first book down finding its history ended rather early and picked up the second entitled: “Vestige Town: Leaders in Agriculture”. You weren’t too enthusiastic about this one but flicked through it all the same. There were a few interesting points on the agricultural developments that had been made through the years before the town became more industrialised but nothing leapt out. Leaning back in the soft sofa you wondered if this Library even held the answers you craved, this infection you had contracted may be too new to be documented. Sam soon returned and spotting your serious face frowned phasing out reappearing in front of you making you jump annoyance in your eyes.

“Too serious beautiful, I found the other books,” he said dropping them noisily onto the table a couple falling to the floor. He grinned unashamed of the damage he may have caused to the timeless tomes and you bend down to pick them up reading the next book. This mildly referenced Vestige Town for its advances in agriculture and that was soon on the ‘unhelpful’ pile. Sam floated back and forth with a book in his hands, a pair of spectacles that were too small on his face and you wonder where he procured them from for a mere moment before you concentrate on the task at hand. The next book was just as useless and was on the pile.

“Did you know that Vestige Town suffered a series of ‘plagues’ 100 years ago?” Sam asked you and you look up from your book to see him with his book titled “The Worst Atrocities and Disasters 1700-1995”. He adjusted the spectacle on his face though his eyes were 3 times their size.

Nodding he flicked to the next page, “They were a thriving small town becoming more well known when a mysterious disease swept through the town turning all Pokemon within rabid and feral, many townspeople were killed by their own pets … this is interesting … oh and that’s only one of the ‘plagues’” he said excited obviously interested in what he was reading. You stand up ignoring Sam’s usual morbid interests and ask him to show you the book. He pushes you back grinning moving to sit next you.

“Lets both read together beautiful, oooo they have pictures!!” He exclaims pointing to a picture of dead Pokemon its eyes wild even in its corpse. It had a half of its head blown away by what looked like a powerful rifle but what was really creepy was that its mouth half hanging was still engaged around a young boy’s throat. You tear you eyes away and quickly move to the next page. It describes the ‘plagues’ in minimal detail the author of the book having very little evidence and material to publish. There were the odd pictures of the corpses left by each plague by those photographers brave enough to venture there and handwritten descriptions of the symptoms and phonecall’s made to the neighbouring towns. It sounds like the town was cut off after the 3rd ‘plague’ and isolated from the rest of the world for its protection, only the town and Mansion were left together. Flicking through the pages with morbid fascination you suddenly stop on a page and gasp reading the details of the last ‘plague’ to hit the town any finally end the existence of its people. It was simply named ‘The Fog Plague’ and described how a thick grey mist had moved into town, believed at the time to be due to the town’s power station failing with no-one to run it along with freak weather changes that occurred in this area. It described how the fog had been around for one week before the symptoms occurred, flu like symptoms, chest pain, skin necrosis before blindness, haemetemesis and death. It suggests there could be more symptoms and these were gauged by the emergency phone line left up. After the town had suffered its last ‘plague’ the fog lifted and the town was left in a desolated mess left to rot alongside the Mansion that both remained isolated, well that explained why this place was not on any maps and incredibly difficult to find.

That was far too close to what you had experienced to be anything different. Sam was pouring over the book enjoying every gruesome detail when he noticed your look of hopelessness. There was nothing in the book that could indicate a cure of any kind, in fact it sounded like everyone who contracted it died a horrible death. Sam placed the book down and turned to look at you.

“Is that why you were looking for these books, do you have that ‘plague’? He asks uncharacteristically sombre. You nod and feel tears prick at your eyes; both you and your Pokemon were going to experience such a horrible death, not only would you watch your skin die off in chunks but you’d vomit blood then go blind? Tears ran freely down your cheeks as you imagine the suffering Custard and Kief would endure along with you, if only you hadn’t brought them to that place. Sam floating in front of you looking distressed, wondering how to cheer you up.

“Don’t cry Jess, crying is for babies,” he says grinning, the smile soon frowning as he notices your continued sorrow.

“The plague sounds cool, death is not such a bad thing you know. I’m dead and I’m always having fun,” this only makes you cry harder and he sighs folding his arms over his vast chest.

"Come now beautiful, if you don’t want to die I will help, we’ll find a medicine to fix it.” His eyes suddenly light up.

“And I know where to start. We should take your blood, I saw it in a TV show once, well before that Rotom broke the TV, anyway you take a human's blood and it shows you the answers to diseases. There’d be equipment in The Lab for it I bet.” He says proud of his bright idea. You’re crying slows as you look up at his beaming face bursting with pride. He was trying to help you and it seemed that you had exhausted all your options in the Library. Would you be willing to let Sam play with your blood knowing his infatuation with the morbid and gross in this world?
“Jessica.” The repetition rolled experimentally on the speaker’s tongue, which had already caused her to shudder once with its disgusting intrusion on her body. “A pretty name for sure, I bet you shorten it to Jess… Which is ever cuter.” A sly wink made her shiver with discomfort, mingled with a grudging sense of embarrassed pleasure. She stammered her thoughts, and the Gengar receded languidly as it reflected on its identity.

“I have lots of names, my dear, many I couldn’t share out of politeness… Maybe later, eh!” His evocative laughter plagued her innocent ears, intentionally stimulating her awareness. His tenuous body hovered just before her countenance, his nebulous bloodshot eyes piercing deliberately into her own. “But you may call me Saminon… Or Sam for short.” Jessica’s inflexible gaze resolved to remain equal to that of the observant spirit’s. Her eyes encountered his tranquilly, mildly refusing to expose any symptom of her disadvantage to his attentive gaze.

His quiet disgruntled tone severed the connection first. “Oh, yes, the books. Well, over here, Jessica,” he called as he shifted airily behind the couch to an unassuming set of cupboards. He persuaded one of them to release gradually and motioned expressively towards its inside.

“This contains the cardex for the letter V, look inside and there may be your Vestige Town listed.” Jessica rose quickly and navigated around the sofa to investigate the potentially valuable index. Gengar smirked as he graciously pulled away to permit her excited approach. Easing open the drawer further, she skimmed cursorily through the subjects until her eyes lighted triumphantly upon the particular title she was searching for. According to the directory the Library featured two books dedicated to the topic of the town itself, as well as five more that referenced it.

She repeated the classification number out loud, at which Sam suddenly grinned, purposefully floating away. Her gaze followed after him, as she wondered what his intentions might be at this time. He unexpectedly returned with his arms laden with two of the volumes she had listed, resting them lightly upon the table with a wink towards her before gliding silently off towards the shelves once again to retrieve the rest. Jessica sighed, unwillingly experiencing gratitude for his helpful assistance. She steered towards the sofa and spread herself comfortably, glancing hopefully between the volumes Sam had provided. The first quietly presented its unadorned title: Vestige Town: A History. Its diminutive size appeared quite insufficient considering that it supposedly chronicled the town’s entire years of existence, she reflected as she lifted its weight off the surface of the table. Despite its disappointing, faded exterior, she commenced her study of it in hopes of finding any references to disease or illness.

The book cited only standard outbreaks of flu, legionnaires and cholera, among other various widespread diseases; none boasted the symptoms Jess was currently experiencing. She admitted a sigh as she removed her concentration, abruptly growing aware of the fact that her lungs’ awful burning sensation had significantly declined. A small niggle of hunger tickled inside her stomach even, and she glanced hungrily towards the almost barren platter. She frowned, reminding herself to focus at the task at hand.

Firmly sealing the first book shut, she restored it neatly to the table in a separate pile, having unsurprisingly discovered that the town’s history ended rather abruptly, with a somewhat hasty conclusion. She picked up the second book, which described itself perhaps even more plainly than the first as Vestige Town: Leaders in Agriculture. She scanned through the pages uninterestedly, gathering little insight from them other than a couple interesting facts on the agricultural developments that had been achieved throughout the years before the town became more industrialized. She reclined on the sofa in mild frustration, beginning to doubt whether the Library possessed any knowledge of her illness at all. Perhaps it was such a disease that was too modern to be recognized in any historical texts.

Sam returned at that moment, his arms inflated with an even heavier load of books. Noticing her defeated expression, he frowned, fading from his position to emerge before her solemn gaze, causing her height to jump. She glared at him in annoyance, watching irritably as he hovered grinning towards the table with his burden.

“Too serious, beautiful, I found the other books,” he declared as they abandoned his grip, impacting the counter forcefully with their neglected descent. Some surpassed the target and overzealously plummeted directly to the floor, spreading their pages all over the carpet. Sam grinned, unashamed of the damage he might have rendered to the ancient tomes, and Jessica silently declined in order to rescue them. There would be no point in chiding such behavior, she realized, and so she resumed her more prominent study by opening one of the additional books at random. It again lightly mentioned Vestige Town for its advances in agriculture, soon finding its way to the apex of the ‘unhelpful’ stack. Sam drifted back and forth with a book in his hands, and a pair of spectacles that were far too small had mysteriously appeared to garnish his studious expression. Jessica briefly wondered where he had procured them from before restoring her concentration. The next book was also useless and mournfully descended without protest onto the top of the rising heap.

“Did you know that Vestige Town suffered a series of ‘plagues’ 100 years ago?” Jessica glanced up from her reading to notice Sam poring enthusiastically over a book entitled The Worst Atrocities and Disasters 1700-1995. He slightly modified his glasses’ position, though the pair of eyes that they allegedly aided was still three times bigger than the delicate, magnifying lenses.

Nodding in assertion, he flipped to the next page, “They were a thriving small town becoming more well known when a mysterious disease swept through the town turning all Pokmon within rabid and feral, many townspeople were killed by their own pets… This is interesting… Oh, and that’s only one of the ‘plagues’,” he announced excitedly, clearly fascinated by the subject. Ignoring Sam’s morbid response, Jessica stood up decisively, asking politely but firmly to see the book that the ghost was perusing. He compelled her back into her seat, grinning as he claimed a spot disturbingly proximate to her.

“Lets both read together, beautiful. Oooo, they have pictures!!” His hand pointed towards a colorless photograph of a dead Pokmon, its eyes wide open even in its corpse. A portion of its head had been blown clean away, most likely by a powerful rifle. Half of its jaw remained hinged on a young boy’s throat.

Her eyes tore away to opposite page, which mildly expressed the ‘plagues’ in minimal detail. The author apparently could come up with very little evidence/material to publish. Turning the pages, the book filled itself with odd pictures of the bodies of victims left behind by each plague (taken by the few photographers daring enough to venture there), and handwritten descriptions of the symptoms and desperate phone calls made to the neighboring villages. After the third ‘plague’, the town was essentially cut off from the rest of the world and isolated for the populace’s protection. Only the town and its governing Mansion were left together, regrettably linked to one another in their horror and seclusion.

Jessica’s probing gaze received the gruesome descriptions with an alarming sense of morbid attraction. As Sam turned to the next page, she eagerly interpreted the horrific images and characters with perverse lust until her conscience halted with realization. The details they described harshly reminded her of her symptoms, simultaneously awakening her from her dark vision. She read on fearfully, seeking any allusion to a remedy for the disease. Her search only turned up disheartening prophecies of skin necrosis, blindness, hematemesis, and eventually death.

Sam was grinning broadly, savoring every ghastly minute detail the pictures and text shockingly bestowed. Meanwhile, Jessica’s mounting despair clouded around her until the Gengar could clearly perceive her anguish through his curtain of delight. He lowered the volume and turned to gaze solemnly at Jess.

“Is that why you were looking for these books, do you have that ‘plague’?” he inquired gently, uncharacteristically somber. Jessica nodded, tears once again threatening to emerge from behind her determined mask. Imagined visuals of her and her Pokmon’s unspeakable fate cruelly invaded her mind: not only they would have to endure watching their skin expire off in chunks, afterwards the illness would also rob them of their vision, as if offering its horrified victims sick consolation. Oh, and they’d die choking blood as well. Tears flooded her cheeks as she envisioned the agony and torment Custard and Kief would suffer with their foolish trainer. Why had she been so stupid as to involve her Pokmon in a selfish quest for emotional escape? Her hands clenched so tightly that they indented her skin, nearly drawing blood.

Sam hovered before Jessica’s unseeing vision, his obvious distress at her response distorting his countenance. He frowned gravely, wondering how to uplift the girl’s sorrow.

“Don’t cry, Jess, crying is for babies,” he offered cheerfully with a wide grin. At this comment, Jessica’s stinging tears almost sharpened themselves into daggers that could easily kill (provided her target wasn’t already dead) as she redirected all her anger and self-loathing towards the Gengar. She immediately suppressed the impulse to brutally contact the smile with her shaking fist (despite knowing that his baseless form could not be impressed by any physical means), though it required every bit of her determination to do so.

“Shut the HELL up!” she screamed instead, burying her face inside her arms. Ignoring the girl’s clear murderous intentions, Sam tried once more to comfort her using his own methods.

“The plague sounds cool, death is not such a bad thing you know. I’m dead and I’m always having fun.” Jessica’s hopeless sobs only became more pronounced at this remark, and he heaved a sigh, folding his arms extensively over his chest.

"Come now, beautiful, if you don’t want to die I will help, we’ll find a medicine to fix it.” His eyes suddenly lit up with remembrance.

“And I know where to start. We should take your blood, I saw it in a TV show once (Well, before that Rotom broke the TV). Anyway, you take a human's blood and it shows you the answers to diseases. There’d be equipment in The Lab for it I bet.” He proudly proposed the idea, pleased to be able to present the tearful girl with such a valuable bit of knowledge. Her sobs gradually decreased as she lifted her head to examine his joyful expression. Her hair had tumbled onto her red, tear-streaked face, but she no longer cared to brush it aside.

“…The Lab,” she repeated, like a trance. The name, perhaps inaccurately (more likely accurate considering the place she was currently in), conjured images of cold, close walls that confined screaming test subjects, sharp, steel instruments of medicine and torture, and dangerous science experiments. Fuck, no way. She wasn’t about to let some ghost trick her into entering its lair so she could be strapped to a table and subjected to torture like in a horror movie. It was way too obvious. If she were watching herself on screen, this would certainly be a moment when the audience would berate the actress for falling for such a conventional trap.

But then, doesn’t an audience flock to a film to see the actress follow conventions and end up killed by the monster, with no hope of escape? The tempting of death’s invitation, the suspense, the momentary brush with complete and utter terror – the audience doesn’t want those things to be avoided. A movie that failed to follow these conventions could hardly be called a success. (But this was completely beside the point.)

At any rate, what choice did she have? The Library had not provided her with any answer besides a certain horrible death for her and her Pokmon. The Gengar, while highly suspicious, had been decent enough to aid her so far, and was willing to go so far as to run tests on her blood to supposedly help her discover a solution. The prospect sounded absurd in terms of the current situation, but Jessica currently possessed no other helpful clues, and therefore there didn’t seem to be a better alternative.

Jessica met the Gengar’s gaze with abject defiance. “Fine,” she conceded, “But I’m taking my Swalot with me.” She immediately granted the Poison Pokmon presence in the room, and at the same time a thought occurred to her. Gumpy, upon sensing the paranormal nature in the area, instantly tensed for engagement, especially in memory of his previous surroundings. His trainer temporarily stayed his hostility, a more important concern on her mind.

“Gumpy, you weren’t affected by that fog back in Vestige Town, right? Did you notice anything peculiar about the air while we were there? Any trace of POISON, perhaps? Any information at all right now would be helpful. If we can understand why you didn’t contract the disease, it might provide us with some clue on how to cure it.”

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psychopath ~ Though I’d prefer it to be indigo, it is difficult to read … and I like darkorchid so I’ll relent =p

You stand before Captain Porter as he patiently awaits his answers and see his Chatot with a similar expectant expression. You haveso many questions of your own, such as was this a real pirate ship and who was possibly hunting them? You know that to get the answers you desire you would first have to provide the Captain with what he wants. You introduce yourself out of formality and politeness since he already knew your name and pause before continuing, wondering if he would believe your tale. You explain that you hadn’t started in the sea but far from it in a Haunted Mansion. Captain Porter’s face remains expressionless leaving you unable to gauge if he had heard of such a place and you decide to continue. You describe the horrid putrid water pool you had journeyed to where you were attacked by an unknown creature. You had defended yourself with Pachirisu by your side. The beast seemed to be a mutated Octillery and it grabbed you with an oversized tentacle and pulled you into the water dragging you to what you thought was your death but somehow you ended up in this sea; the rest he already knew.

You look to see what the Captain’s reaction would be expecting confusion and disbelief but what you saw shocked you. His eyes were wide as a shocked expression gazed back at you. He rushed around you to check that his door was closed and stalked back over to you with a hopeful look.

“You say you were attacked by a mutant Octillery, was it 10 times the size with glowing red eyes?” he asked and you find yourself nodding numbly, how did he know about it?

“The Kraken …” he whispered sitting down in his chair, his Chatot squawking in fear at the name… “Come over here lad” he beckons and you hesitantly move over to him. He pulls at the bandage to your neck with force and you yelp nearly choking on the motion. He observes the healing burns and tenderly rubs his fingers over them.

“What you encountered lad was the Kraken. A terrible beast that roams the seas attacking innocent ships and boats killing their crews. It is unnatural, humongous in size it envelops whole vessels with ease. Such a creature is feared amongst all sea farers. There are few stories or accurate descriptions of this beast because no-one is left alive to tell them. It attacks discreetly and suddenly without warning and some believe that it is summoned by a person to destroy selected vessels … It has been a long time since …” he trails off and you can sense the shift in his emotions from nervous to sorrowful.

“When I was a lad, younger than you are now I travelled on a simple trading vessel with my father. One night during our voyage back home the winds picked and the sea became very disturbed. I remember how scared I was as the ship shook back and forth and from the water rose that … beast. A huge Octillery its tentacles were 3 times the length of our ship and its body dwarfed us in black shadow. It attacked us without remorse and obliterated the ship. I remember I was dragged off by one of the tentacles and it grabbed my father. I was dragged under like you described and my father fought back with the harpoon he had taken with him. I thought we were going to die when a shimmer appeared in the water, a shining white light that came from nowhere. My father’s harpoon hit the tentacle holding me and the Kraken let me go and suddenly it had vanished, my father gone along with it” You stare in shock to hear an almost similar tale to your own.

“I have long given up searching for him now but, your story … the place you described I had never heard of. You couldn’t have possibly seen an old man where you came from?” he asks with a hint of hope in his eyes. You tell him unfortunately not and he sighs.

“I fear he has been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker,” he says before he locks you with a harsh glare.

“You mustn’t repeat anything we have discussed here to any of the crew. The Kraken is not a subject to be brought up especially with us pirates. I don’t want them worried unnecessarily. It’s enough with the pirate hunts, to hear that the Kraken had been nearby…” He trails off, expecting you to follow his orders.

“Well Master Gonza I fear that you are a far way from home and without putting my crew at risk I cannot help you get back,” he says and you feel utterly dejected, Slice walks up to you trying to comfort you with positive words still positive that you’ll get back.

“I can however fulfil your last request and make you a part of crew. I would not leave a stranded lad without shelter and food, you must work it though you understand,” he says and you nod thinking about jumping ship at the next possible moment.

“How do you feel about being a pirate then young Tyson?” he asks with a slight grin, “It’s not all fun but we do know how to enjoy ourselves. It’s amusing, but this is how I became I pirate,” he adds grinning, “Picked up by a nearby pirate vessel after the attack, it feels like events are almost coming full circle,” he says thoughtfully.

“Well I shall have your quarters made up for you. Your clothes were damaged as Maria noted so another set will be set out for you. Your belt however was intact along with your Pokeballs. I believe our ships Pokedoctor was checking them out, they’ll be in your room when you get there. I’ll have Pan come show you to your quarters, he’ll also show you to your station on the ship and instruct you on what to you.” He says as you walk out of his quarters.

“Oh and Master Gonza, welcome aboard,” he says smiling jovially quite pleased to have you on his crew. You leave his quarters and nearly trip over Pan who was waiting you outside.

“Oh I’m sorry, Tyson was it?” he asks and you help him back up. “The Captain said I was to help you to your quarters, well they’re not ready yet. We weren’t expecting another crew member,” he says laughing. “So for now I’ll show you what you’ll be doing on this ship.” He says grabbing your arm and dragging you over to one side of the ship. You look disdainfully at the bucket and mop there and he laughs.

“It’s not as bad as it looks but we do have to swab the decks every day, fortunately for you I’ve already done that so you’ll have that duty tomorrow. No right now we need to check the main booms and let some slack out of them; we’re slowing down as night will soon be coming. I’m not just a Swabber, but a Rigger too, that’s the best bit of the job,” he says grinning. “I’ll show you later how fun it is climbing the masts, me and Bellamy are really fast aren’t we girl?” he says as a spunky Politoad jumps out startling you. She giggles and looks rather cute with a matching headscarf to Pan.

“Your Scyther might not be right for Rigging, touching the ropes in case it, ermm … cuts them,” Pan says eyeing up Slice nervously, “but it be perfect for observing from up the Main Topmast,” he says. Slice seems keen to take a look but a cry from above stop him before he starts.

“There’s a pod of Wailmer swimming in portside, I don’t think we’ll be able to manoeuvre around them.” He says a little panicked. “I can see at least 10,” The crew all look over to port side to see the dark blue mass slowly grow larger. Captain Porter walks onto the deck and yells at the Sailing Master, “Hard to starboard Master Gibson lets see if we can get out of their path,” An “Aye Captain" follows and the ship lurches to the right.

“Pan, Tyson tighten the booms, we’ll need all the speed we can muster. All those with Pokemon get them ready we may need their help to manoeuvre the pod.” Maria arrives on deck and holds out a belt with Pokeballs to you.

“You may need this,” she says as she runs to help navigate the ship.

“Come on Tyson we’ve got to get these booms tightened.” You need to hurry you might be able to avoid the mass of Wailmer but better have a Pokemon ready just in case. If you get in their way they could damage the ship and who knows what kind of mood they’re in.
Thanks Arc, you're awesome!

Tyson didn't expect to get such a reaction from the captain. He expected to be picked up from the neck and slapped across the face several times while the captain was yelling: "Devil Child, Devil Child, He's possesed!" then proceeding to throw him of the ship and into the shark infested water. What he wasn't expecting to see was shock across the face of the grown man who went to make sure the door was closed. Something told him that he was in for something...

“You say you were attacked by a mutant Octillery, was it 10 times the size with glowing red eyes?” He nodded, I was starting to doubt my own sanity even though I was there! I am really questionong yours if you believe me! The description is right on though...


“The Kraken …Come over here lad” Tyson walked forward towards the captain, who pulled on his bandages with more force than nessesary., Kill me man why don't you?, he then began rubbing on his burns. If I were to say something I might lose the information I might be receiving, just don't yell. He bit his toungue, keeping himself from screaming. While he was a rapid healer but the rubbing of his wounds wasn't very helpful.

He listened to the man's tale, it was excrutiatingly similar to his own. They began with each getting carried away by a beast, only to be saved by it getting shot by a harpoon. Then they would drift, surviving somehow. They both lost a loved one too, the captain had lost his father while Tyson had lost Thunderfuzz, who he had received as his first capture, in an adventure Tyson knew was overseen by a great being.(:p) This brought a tear to Tyson's face, he understood the man.

“I have long given up searching for him now but, your story … the place you described I had never heard of. You couldn’t have possibly seen an old man where you came from?” Tyson was upset that he had to break it to him, it was sad, but it was the truth.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't." He whispered as he lightly shook his head.

“I fear he has been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker,” Tyson wasn't enjoying the captain's harsh stare, but he knew he wasn't trying to be mean, he was just desperate that he couldn't find his father. He had wondered what Davy Jones' locker was but Tyson thought it was probably a pirate's equivalent to hell. It must be sad time when people went there, considering the man's unnessesary stare.

“You mustn’t repeat anything we have discussed here to any of the crew. The Kraken is not a subject to be brought up especially with us pirates. I don’t want them worried unnecessarily. It’s enough with the pirate hunts, to hear that the Kraken had been nearby…” It was clear he didn't want Tyson to say the story to anyone, considering he didn't say it, but kept staring at him.

“Well Master Gonza I fear that you are a far way from home and without putting my crew at risk I cannot help you get back,” Damn, I have to find a way back to land... how would he get there. the next bit of news cheered him up though.

“I can however fulfil your last request and make you a part of crew. I would not leave a stranded lad without shelter and food, you must work it though you understand,” this was bittersweet news to Tyson. On one hand, he had some sort of shelter over his head tonight. On the other... he wasn't going to get to land anytime soon. At even the slightest view of populated land I will jump ship, even if it means I have to ride on a rabid fire type. He anticipated that he would have to work, big woop, back in Orre he had to climb Mt. Battle everyday to supply his father with food.


“How do you feel about being a pirate then young Tyson? It’s not all fun but we do know how to enjoy ourselves. It’s amusing, but this is how I became I pirate, picked up by a nearby pirate vessel after the attack, it feels like events are almost coming full circle,” Tyson grinned at the thought, him a swashbuckling pirate! Even though his main goal was to get to land he figured that while he was at it he would enjoy himself. He imagined nights where he would go outside because the ship was being stormed, him jumping on the other ship, with his awesome (imaginary) swordmastery, killing all who stood in his way. Well, maybe I won't go that far. Then he imagined himself drinking like ten years underage, pilaging villages, then proceeding to escape with the loot. Yeah, that'll happen.


As he walked out Tyson noticed that something about this was fishy... he had never mentioned that Maria had told him abou his belt! How would he know about it, Maria had only been in there last time for what, six seconds? That probably wasn't enough for her to explain everything to the captain.

“Oh and Master Gonza, welcome aboard,” He bumped into Pan who was alreday outside, knocking him down in the process. Why is it he was already here? The captain didn't even call him. Cool it Tyson, last time you jumped to conclusions you were attacked by an electric squirrel and ended up paralized from the pinkie down... he tried moving that pinkie on his left hand, but no luck.

“Oh I’m sorry, Tyson was it? The Captain said I was to help you to your quarters, well they’re not ready yet. We weren’t expecting another crew member, So for now I’ll show you what you’ll be doing on this ship.” As the giggling Pan pulled him forward, towards a mop bucket. He looked at it, moppoing was the only chore he didn't need to do back in Orre. I guess U can do th-- wait, the captain called him? That makes no sense, as soon as I was out Pan was already there. These must be some sort of Psychic Pirates. Tyson liked the idea but knew in the back of his head that it made no sense.

“It’s not as bad as it looks but we do have to swab the decks every day, fortunately for you I’ve already done that so you’ll have that duty tomorrow. No right now we need to check the main booms and let some slack out of them; we’re slowing down as night will soon be coming. I’m not just a Swabber, but a Rigger too, that’s the best bit of the job, I’ll show you later how fun it is climbing the masts, me and Bellamy are really fast aren’t we girl?” He saw the Politoed who had a headband, just like Pan, They look like twins, except one is smarter. Half of those terms made no sense to Tyson, whatever, he would have to learn them if he was to keep up with thes swashbuckling people that he knew would be with him until he... escaped.

“Your Scyther might not be right for Rigging, touching the ropes in case it, ermm … cuts them, but it be perfect for observing from up the Main Topmast,” Tyson didn't know why Slice couldn't climb, he couuld after all numb his hands to just be like the back of a knife, plastic-like.

“There’s a pod of Wailmer swimming in portside, I don’t think we’ll be able to manoeuvre around them. I can see at least 10, Hard to starboard Master Gibson lets see if we can get out of their path,” Tyson looked at the side of the boat, it was imminent that he would see some very slow swimming Wailmer. He knew some things about water, and that was that if something was moving forward in water it would cause a current to form behind it slowing everything that was stuck in it. "We need to pass them or we may be slowed for weeks." he
whispered to himself, making sure noone could hear him, "the more time I spend on the boat the less likely I will find Thunderfuzz."

“Aye Captain" He heard someone say. "Me too." he whispered.

“Pan, Tyson tighten the booms, we’ll need all the speed we can muster. All those with Pokemon get them ready we may need their help to manoeuvre the pod.” Maria came out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of Tyson. she handed him his pokeballs on their belt. He merrely whispered a "Thank you."

She left, talking to someone alse.


“Come on Tyson we’ve got to get these booms tightened.”


Tyson knew thos wouldn't be enough, he had to speed it up. "Hold on Pan, I'll catch up." Gripping his belt he threw out three pokeballs, materialising out of them were a fying little hankerchief of the ghost variety, his Shuppet, Mortimer, out of the other ball appeared a White weasel with a blue crown at the top of his head, Freeze, his Weavile. Out of the third came a Small bird, Arrow, his Taillow. "Look guys, we have a situation here there, is a pod of Wailmer we need to outrun. I see little possibility of passing them with only the help of the winds. You guys have tallents perfect for speeding us up. I'll explain how we got here later, here's the plan:"

He looked around and decided that yelling the plan might get people with similar pokemon to help him. "I know we may be slow but with your help we can defeat even the fastest Sharpedo in a race." He yelled making sure everyone's attention was on him. " You," he looked at Freeze, " go to the back of the ship and aim Three Surfs backwards, speeding us up and slowing them down repetitively. Everyone's help will be appreciated." he looked around, " Mortimer, you float up there." he pointed right behind the main mast, "Use Ominous Wind three times to speed up the boat. All wind to speed us up will help." he made sure everyone listened. "The Wailmer will be slowed down by you, Arrow, take their attention, by Flying around in circles around the Wailmer. Understand?" He looked at his pokemon who nodded. " I'll go help Pan, you guys, go!"
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The Library

lilbluecorsola ~ Sam seemed unaffected by your screams, you had had enough of his morbid glee and his attempts to cheer you up had only made you feel worse. When he came up with a suggestion he felt rather proud of you look up through tear-filled eyes to see that irritating grin. His suggestion of taking your blood seemed sound but, did this Gengar even have the knowledge or capabilities to do so? And did you trust him with your flesh again? The Library had given you information on the infection that you suffered but it was not what you wanted to read. There was nothing written about fighting the infection merely gruesome details of how you would die. With no other options left you decide to concede and agree with Sam’s plan with conditions of course, you were taking no chances with this Gengar. Sam pouts as you release your Swalot out who is a little befuddled to find himself in a Library when only moments ago by his point of view he was in a foggy town. Sam didn’t like the idea of having to share your attention and snorted but was secretly pleased that you had agreed to his brilliant idea. You ask Gumpy if he felt afflicted by the plague and he shook his head, he felt quite normal … interesting. You ask him if he sensed any Poison in the air or the fog whilst you were in Vestige Town and he thinks hard. He frowns unsure, at the time his concentration was elsewhere so he can’t really remember. Sam motions for you both to follow, frowning at Gumpy before floating off towards the entrance of the Library. You hope that Gumpy can recall something as you go.

The Laboratory

Following Sam out of the Library you enter the West Wing again and spot the Gengar a little ways down the corridor by a metal door that looked rather heavy. Sam tapped his foot against the air impatiently as he waited for you to arrive. He looked like a little child who wasn’t getting his way as his pout remained firmly on his face.

“In here beautiful,” he said before floating through the door and pushing it open from the other side. He gave you a small smile and floated down the steep stairs. Following carefully behind you navigate the steep stair case down towards the cold Lab with Gumpy waddling his way behind you. Sam has opened the door leading to one of the rooms in the lab. You enter and see several desks with scientific equipment strewn about in haphazard fashion, as if those using them left in a hurry. Sam has his head through another door before he pops it back out and grins.

“This room will be perfect,” he says and swings the white door opens gesturing you to walk through with Gumpy keeping close by your side. The inside looks akin to a treatment room with shelves and cupboards probably filled with medical equipment. In the centre was a flat trolley designed for patients to lie on presumably for treatment or surgery, a chair and stool sat next to it. Sam placed a book he had presumably brought from the Library on the side, a book entitled “The Royal Chester’s Book of Nursing and Medical Interventions”. He opened up the cupboards and pulled out what looked like blood bottles and syringes with sharp needles. You can’t help but to feel nervous at the sight of sharp metal needles and begin to wonder if this was such a good idea. Sam found out what looks to be a tourniquet and some cotton wool and tape to seal the wound. Sam opens the book to the appropriate page for venepuncture and turns to smile at you.

“Sit down pretty and I’ll take your blood, this book will tell me how.” He says and you feel no urge to let him try.

“Come now we need to look at your blood to see if it has answers to the lovely plague. Do you not trust me?” he asks you, and you hold back the comment you were going to say since he had the needle in hand.

“Fine,” he grunts, “You’ll just have to die then” he says angrily not happy that you won’t go through with his brilliant plan. Gump looks ready to kill him when Sam laughs.

“Okay, okay, I said I’d help. I saw something that you may trust better,” he says floating out of the room. You hear a few bangs before the door opens noisily as Sam floats back with an android floating along behind him. The Abra-android looks to be made of dark steel with glowing blue slit-like eyes its body had several groves carved in like panels could slide out.

“This Abra-droid was used as an assistant by Quentin in his work. It’s programmed to know all medical and surgical procedures, or so the manual says.” He says placing the large manual down before you. “Would you trust this to take your blood? You could even programme it yourself.”




The Music Room

Jerichi ~ Alessia hid herself in a corner weeping for her friend and the awful transformation he had undergone as he stalks towards her his robotic arm thrust forward.

“Oliver … please, we’re friends. Don’t do this …” she begged keeping herself as far away from his reach as possible. You couldn’t just stand there whilst Loudred attacked Alessia, even if they were friends he was no longer in his right mind. You call out , taunting him into fighting you but his focus remains solely on Alessia who looks around in a panic not knowing what to do and unable to strike her friend, even in defence. Snowball had seen enough and with your orders to attack he does just that. He breathes out frigid air that’s laced with shards of ice that rushes over Oliver’s back making his pause in his movements and shudder at the drop in temperature. He casts a dark look to Alessia before turning to look at the little annoyance over his shoulder. Snowball prepares an electrical attack when Oliver suddenly charges for him arm pulled back sparking with blue energy. Snowball squeals as Thunderpunch connects throwing him back into a stack of boxes that collapse on top of him. You look anxiously to the pile and see Snowball wriggle out wincing in pain, that mechanical arm sure did pack a punch.

With Snowball suitably disposed of Oliver turns to face Alessia who is looking at Snowball in shock, how could her friend do such a thing? He was always such a gentle Pokemon too. Oliver powers up his mechanical arm again and she hears the whine of it powering up and turns to receive a Ice Punch right to the face throwing her into the wall, her body slamming into it and sliding into the ground as she shakes in shock and pain. Snowy growls at the sight of his new friend being struck whilst he was recovering. He powers up three small orbs before his mouth and with a battle cry launches the attack that hits Oliver flush in the back again the tri energies making him shudder, his mechanical arm flashing red as the fire energy catches it.

Alessia is down and it seems that Oliver hasn’t finished with her yet, but these distracting attacks from Snowball means you have his attention.



The Mirror Door

fishyfool ~ You can only watch in horror as your reflection, now in your world stalked off after your Pokemon like a wild animal hunting its next meal. Shaking off the pain running along your back from the shock of the landing you hope that your Lunatone heard you before you left and would attack that impostor if … no when he tried anything. With half your team left with you in this new world you quickly call upon your strongest and in a bright flash he appeared next to you. Yakuza as the Honchrow was named stretched his wings finding this mirror corridor too cramped for his liking and looked around spotting his reflections everywhere. You apologize for bringing him to such a dark and strange environment but needs must and he seemed quite happy to be out. After quick explanation of what had transpired up to now, Yakuza confused as to why you would come to such an eerie location in the first place but nodded. He now understood why you looked so dishevelled and why that guilty haunted look shone in your eye. You begin to walk along the darker mirrored corridor when you stop and add that Yakuza should be wary of your actions given what had recently occurred. Yakuza is ready to follow your orders obediently and sits on your shoulders his weight pushing you down slightly.

Walking through the alternate mirror corridor you note the subtle differences here. Already quite aware of how dark it was here it was hotter than the cold interior of the Mansion by a fraction. The mirrors were much cleaner than the ones you had walked past in the mansion as if someone or something here took deep pride in their maintenance. Yakuza flicked his gaze back and forth keeping a watchful eye out for any of those demons you spoke about whilst keeping his claws tightly on your shoulders; after your description of your vile behaviour he wasn’t taking any chances. Your gaze remains firmly on the reflection to your right following your world as it lighter mirror corridor flowed in parallel, looking for any signs of your team or your reflection. You had been walking the corridor for a good time when you enter another room this one much larger than the last and as usually was covered in immaculate mirrors. Yet in the centre there was damage, a centrepiece which was reflected in your world as a diamond of mirrors reaching from the floor to the centre was shattered here, the glass in a pile on the floor. Yakuza catches sight of something in the mirrors and pointed a black wing to alert you not wanting to let you go. Following his gaze you move over to the mirror and spot something scratched there … no in the reflection, the glass beneath your hand was smooth.

“TOO SLOW FISHY, I’M NEARING EVER CLOSER TO YOUR FRIENDS
AND YET, YOU’RE CLOSE TO MINE.
PLAY TIME …”


You read the scrawled marks in the glass and realise that you have to move faster, the demon could be trying to get you riled up again but every second he was there with your team was a second too long. Hurrying to find an exit from this room you stop when you hear a noise from its centre. The pile of shattered glass shifted and you defensively moved back Yakuza opening his wings out his eyes narrowed on the movement. From within the glass a sleek figure slithered forth stopping several metres away its glassy eyes locked dangerously on to yours. The Arbok hisses and sways back and forth as it observes its new toy, its body covered with glass, the material appearing to be fused to its skin. Its fleshy tongue flicked out as it reared back before it leapt at you, mouth wide open to strike.




The Bathing Rooms

psychopath ~ You were still not wanting to stick around on this ship any longer than necessary especially since Captain Porter wasn’t going to help you to get home. His story was so similar to your that this ‘Kraken’ had to be the creature behind your unceremonious dragging here. You felt a little better knowing that Captain Porter believed you but still he made you feel a little on edge, maybe it was his stature, booming voice and big hat? You decided to play along for now as Pan showed you the ropes of his trade as Slice watched on grumpy at not being able to join in. As all commotion breaks loose and Captain Porter walks onto the deck you look for the pod of Wailmer spotting them in the distance. Thanking Maria for giving you back your Pokemon who must have been given a clean bill of health by the Pokedoctor you quickly make a plan to help out. Although the Captain had ordered that you help assist Pan to tighten the booms you knew that you would need more than that to get this ship past the large Wailmers. You gather those who will listen and inform them of your plan. Most crew members cast you an indifferent look, not taking orders from a newbie but your freshly released Pokemon were ready for action.

Your white Weavile ran towards the back of the ship nearly knocking over a female pirate in his wake getting a harsh yell and concentrated on the waters below. He summoned up a force beneath the surface and a wave of Surf pushed the back of the ship. It gave it a small boost but his Surf wasn’t powerful enough to thrust it forward much. Pan noticed your strategy and nodded to Bellamy,

“That looks to be a good idea, go help out,” he orders and the spunky Politoad leaps off to the back of the ship. Politoad and Freeze both combine their Surf’s together and the larger wave gives the ship some forward momentum. Captain Porter looks impressed by that strategy and continues to shout orders now they had picked up speed. Mortimer the Shuppet had his orders and with each Surf he breathed out a purple wind that inflated the sails and propelled the ship forward. A Chatot flies up next to him and uses it own Ominous Wind with Mortimer’s as Captain porter smiles at you, aiding your strategy. Arrow had flown off after the pod of Wailmer to slow them down whilst you and Pan held the booms steady and tightened the ropes holding them in place. Pan then moved you over to the ropes and helped you tighten those as the mast had begun swing dangerously from the wind attack, fortunately Pan knew what he was doing and between you it steadied. Chatot and Mortimer hit the sails with another Ominous Wind as Freeze, Bellamy and a mysterious Vaporeon used another Surf. The ship had gain great speed at the rate it was turning it would avoid the majority of the pod. You see the Waimer get ever closer as the ship moves and sot Arrow flying around them in distraction but they were focused on their path. He received a blast of water from one Wailmer’s spout throwing him up into the air and nearly back into the water.

“Keep it up everybody, we may just miss them,” Captain Porter ordered as every watched with baited breath as the Wailmer got with range. The ship passed by the first half and just as you thought you were clear you clipped one of the Wailmer’s at the end of the line making it cry out as the ship lurched throwing you to the deck. Picking yourself back up you see the pod swimming on past you but feel the ship lurch again. 3 Wailmer had remained behind to protect the little one that had been struck. They didn’t look pleased that the ship had ‘attacked’ them and seemed keen on repaying you.

“Looks like those Wailmer aren’t going to forgive us for interrupting their movements. We’ll have to battle them,” he says as Arrow flies to sit on your shoulder his wings soaked with water, he was lucky not to have lost flight. Bellamy bounces back over to sit by Pan and the Vaporeon gracefully pads over to Maria. Freeze and Mortimer move back over to you.

“We’ll handle it Captain,” Maria said. Captain Porter nodded and ordered his remaining crew members to fix what damage they may have taken down below why he observes you, ready to help if need be.

“Your Pokemon ready to fight?” Pan asks as Bellamy sits on the edge of the ship ready to attack.

“We should try to discourage the Wailmer and make them see that this fight will not benefit them,” Maria adds.




The Crypt

Music Box~ ~ These zombie Pokemon had your skin crawling, the disgusting way they attacked and when lumps of flesh was cut from Drapion’s body you nearly lost what was left in your stomach. Your catches up and begins a new panic and you cover your mouth trying not to breathe in the stench of their rotting flesh. You recite a mantra in your head ’be strong be strong be strong’ hoping that it will assist the rest of your body to stop wanting to flee. Thinking over how you could better assist in the battle you suddenly are hit by a eureka and tell Birdie to attack Drapion no matter what. She gives you a ‘what are you planning?’ look before shrugging and focusing on Drapion wanting to pay it back for the poisonous barbs it shot her way. You start running towards the undead scorpion and Birdie squawks fearing for your safety but you order her to just attack whilst you plan to distract it. Picking up a rock you throw it at Drapion catching it in the head making it turn to face you hissing in pain. Yelling at it doesn’t help either as another rock catches it in the head. Drapion moves towards you but is caught by a full on ice storm that blasts into it pushing it back and freezing over its left arm. It roars in pain and shoots out green barbs towards everywhere several hit Birdie making her wince and stumble back, Louis deftly dodges those fired his way and shouts in French his annoyance but as the Pin Missiles strike Charmeleon providing distraction he leaps forth and unleashes his Fury Swipes.

Birdie cries out when she sees the state you’re in and you look down to see several barbs lodged in your abdomen and legs. Feeling shaky you collapse to the ground and look up to Drapion leaning over you its mouth dripping black saliva onto your trousers. Closing your eyes you wait for inevitable finishing blow only to hear it grunt as Birdie’s Tri Attack crashes into it. Opening your eyes you see Drapion stumble forward and yell in pain as it falls on top of you. Birdie flaps in panic at having propelled the zombie onto you. Louis is impressed by your guts but your lack of working strategy has him shaking his head. He cracks Charmeleon in the face with a Thunderpunch and points his tail towards you his eyes glowing blue as Drapion is Psychically lifted off you and thrown into the casket it arose from.

“Very brave ‘uman, u were good for a distraczion. Try notz to get squished next time eh,” he says turning his attention back to Charmeleon who is getting enraged by all the attacks it was taking. You could only be thankful for having Louis working with you and are surprised by his abilities beyond his natural learning. Your distraction worked and Drapion has been damaged further, the ice encasing its left arm has melted slightly from the fire energy of the Tri Attack. Birdie has only taken a light hit, you better get planning, and one that would involve less injury to yourself would be useful.



The Playground

Pearl’s Perap ~ You stare at the spot Shane is so focused on, the young girl clutching her teddy flees upon noticing that she’s been seen. Shane is keen to follow after her wanting to play but your quick to stop him the feeling of unease you felt earlier making you hesitate. Did you really want to go running through the darkness of this playground? Sometimes the most innocent of places can be anything but. Shane was adamant though and had already begun floating off in the direction she fled. Sighing you pick yourself up off the floor and catch up to the little Shuppet and you head off into the shadows together hoping to find the girl. You can see the look of determination on Shane’s face and are surprised by his bravery here but being a ghost that was no surprise. As you walk into the darkness, the looming Mansion blocking out the bright moonlight you take one long look back towards the light before continuing on.

Shane was scouring the playground with his enhanced vision for sight of the young girl, so far you have both passed a set of duel slides with wooden decorations of flowers covering the steps, three spring rocking horses and parallel swinging bars but Shane had ignored them all so focused on his new mission. Up ahead was an activity centre built like a small house with tube slides, cargo nets, bridges, steps and metal bars, it looks quite well kept despite the condition of the rest of the playground equipment. Shane grins as he spots the little girl sitting at the bottom of one of the tube slides and floats off towards her. She gasps as she sees you both and cries out, “please don’t follow me,” before running up the inside of the slide. You follow after Shane but almost double up as that feeling of dread returns stronger than ever making your stomach lurch. As you try to hold back the bile that rises you stop to see Shane disappearing up the tube slide and walk forward feeling your legs wobbly like you were drained of all energy, your heart was beating so fast and you felt fear unlike anything else but you didn’t know why. Shane had disappeared along with the girl and you didn’t want to lose sight of them. Pushing the feelings down you walk forward before your forced to your knees to crawl as your leg fail you. You really, really don’t want to follow Shane but know that you must. You see him and the little girl at the top of the activity house and climb up the steps that lead to the top. The little girl looks at you with tears in her eyes as Shane tries to make her smile to no avail.

“I told you not to follow me, why did you?” she asks as you suddenly hear a bell suspended in the small roof chime. The girl backs off hugging the teddy to her chest, the bear shifting in her arms, you hadn’t noticed before. The bell chimes again and pink sparks flutter down from the ceiling covering you all. The girl looks to the ground with … guilt in her eyes? A third chime and the sparks grow warm and bright. Chime number four and you begin to feel very tired and see Shane glowing black. The fifth chime and everything goes black.

You groan as you wake up finding yourself in a bed of soft grass and push onto your belly to look around. You appear to be in the playground but it was light out, the activity centre sat looming over you. The young girl sits next you holding her Teddiursa and cries.

“I’m so sorry,” she says as she runs to hide on the first floor of the activity centre. You wonder what she could be sorry for and call out to her before clasping your hand over your mouth in shock. That wasn’t your voice! You stand up at a mere 3ft 7inches but your clothes still fit perfectly if a lot smaller than before. You hair is a little shaggy and unruly and your hands are much smaller than before. Before you can run to ask the girl what the hell happened you look around for Shane panicking when you can’t find him. You see something on the ground and pick up the purple egg and look it over, it couldn’t be? Could that egg be Shane?
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The Maze of Shrubbery fills the majority of the west side of the grounds and another of Autumn’s pride and joys. She spent many a day tending to the foliage and bushes before her death. Now the maze is overgrown, filled with vicious thorns and poisonous plants. It twists and winds for miles in a never ending madness. Those who have entered have never made it to the other side nor know what lies there. Don’t be surprised to find the remains of those before you who have entered the maze and forever become lost.
The adolescent trainer stared ineptly at the rattling gates of the manor. Beside the boy - stood his plant-like fossil. To say the Ventress was the slightest bit eerie would be an understatement. The fact she’d always isolate herself and attempted to devour many of Wes’ squad had always made him lament on his choice of keeping the fossil. About to push the heft gates open, he was abruptly interrupted by the strange cries of his Lileep. Feeding time again... Wes exposed a pound of raw meat from his backpack and tossed it in the air, Ventress instantly ensnarling it with her tentacles.

“I’ve told you the rumours of this place...” Wes said as he heaved open the Iron gateway, “Let’s just hope this takes you down a peg or two.” Rather than adventure, the kid seemed to be treating the manor as some sort of sick punishment. It’d only been a few days and he’d grown tired of the carnivore’s antics. The two of them made their way up the cobbled path and turned their attention to a leafy maze of overgrown shrubbery. He concluded area ought to suit Ventress’ typing for the better.

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lilbluecorsola ~ Sam seemed unaffected by your screams, you had had enough of his morbid glee and his attempts to cheer you up had only made you feel worse. When he came up with a suggestion he felt rather proud of you look up through tear-filled eyes to see that irritating grin. His suggestion of taking your blood seemed sound but, did this Gengar even have the knowledge or capabilities to do so? And did you trust him with your flesh again? The Library had given you information on the infection that you suffered but it was not what you wanted to read. There was nothing written about fighting the infection merely gruesome details of how you would die. With no other options left you decide to concede and agree with Sam’s plan with conditions of course, you were taking no chances with this Gengar. Sam pouts as you release your Swalot out who is a little befuddled to find himself in a Library when only moments ago by his point of view he was in a foggy town. Sam didn’t like the idea of having to share your attention and snorted but was secretly pleased that you had agreed to his brilliant idea. You ask Gumpy if he felt afflicted by the plague and he shook his head, he felt quite normal … interesting. You ask him if he sensed any Poison in the air or the fog whilst you were in Vestige Town and he thinks hard. He frowns unsure, at the time his concentration was elsewhere so he can’t really remember. Sam motions for you both to follow, frowning at Gumpy before floating off towards the entrance of the Library. You hope that Gumpy can recall something as you go.

The Laboratory

Following Sam out of the Library you enter the West Wing again and spot the Gengar a little ways down the corridor by a metal door that looked rather heavy. Sam tapped his foot against the air impatiently as he waited for you to arrive. He looked like a little child who wasn’t getting his way as his pout remained firmly on his face.

“In here beautiful,” he said before floating through the door and pushing it open from the other side. He gave you a small smile and floated down the steep stairs. Following carefully behind you navigate the steep stair case down towards the cold Lab with Gumpy waddling his way behind you. Sam has opened the door leading to one of the rooms in the lab. You enter and see several desks with scientific equipment strewn about in haphazard fashion, as if those using them left in a hurry. Sam has his head through another door before he pops it back out and grins.

“This room will be perfect,” he says and swings the white door opens gesturing you to walk through with Gumpy keeping close by your side. The inside looks akin to a treatment room with shelves and cupboards probably filled with medical equipment. In the centre was a flat trolley designed for patients to lie on presumably for treatment or surgery, a chair and stool sat next to it. Sam placed a book he had presumably brought from the Library on the side, a book entitled “The Royal Chester’s Book of Nursing and Medical Interventions”. He opened up the cupboards and pulled out what looked like blood bottles and syringes with sharp needles. You can’t help but to feel nervous at the sight of sharp metal needles and begin to wonder if this was such a good idea. Sam found out what looks to be a tourniquet and some cotton wool and tape to seal the wound. Sam opens the book to the appropriate page for venepuncture and turns to smile at you.

“Sit down pretty and I’ll take your blood, this book will tell me how.” He says and you feel no urge to let him try.

“Come now we need to look at your blood to see if it has answers to the lovely plague. Do you not trust me?” he asks you, and you hold back the comment you were going to say since he had the needle in hand.

“Fine,” he grunts, “You’ll just have to die then” he says angrily not happy that you won’t go through with his brilliant plan. Gump looks ready to kill him when Sam laughs.

“Okay, okay, I said I’d help. I saw something that you may trust better,” he says floating out of the room. You hear a few bangs before the door opens noisily as Sam floats back with an android floating along behind him. The Abra-android looks to be made of dark steel with glowing blue slit-like eyes its body had several groves carved in like panels could slide out.

“This Abra-droid was used as an assistant by Quentin in his work. It’s programmed to know all medical and surgical procedures, or so the manual says.” He says placing the large manual down before you. “Would you trust this to take your blood? You could even programme it yourself.”
A displeased scowl crossed Sam’s face as Gumpy intruded on the scene, evidently communicating the ghoul’s discontent to share the girl’s interest with anyone but himself. Jessica complacently ignored his jealous expression, an action that secretly filled her mind with a smug sense of satisfaction. She waited hopefully as Gumpy reminisced at her request, shaking his head to confirm that his health was indeed clear of any contamination. He strained to recall any outstanding details of the town’s atmosphere, but his efforts were to no avail. He frowned as he claimed no recollection of any peculiar aspect, and his trainer sighed moderately in defeat.

Sam smiled in implicit triumph and hovered closely beside, his vague definition dancing in and out of the firelight as he motioned excitedly for the pair to follow. He cast the Swalot a dark look before gliding off towards the exit, shadowed warily by the girl and her Swalot.

His direction guided the pair down the hall, to an imposing metal access planted firmly in the extended wall, which Jess recognized as having passed earlier during her desperate search for the Library. Sam remained sullenly beside the access, drumming his foot impatiently in the air as his attendees took their time approaching. His face sulked with callow disregard for his company’s interests, his motivation merely concerned with his own agenda. Jessica snubbed his childish demonstration with contempt as she advanced to his position, again experiencing the rush of arrogance that one receives from self-superior thought.

“In here, beautiful,” the Gengar purred, fluently melting through the access to unbolt it from the other side. It swung open silently, overtly inviting its distrustful visitors into its cold, uncalculated depths.

Stairs declined abruptly from the doorway, and Sam smiled, dropping silently down them. Jess tensely tracked his fading shadow into the descending gloom, which she found far more accurately measured by lack of brightness and thought than darkness itself. Gumpy’s reassuring presence quietly brought up the procession’s rear, shifting lightly as he carefully navigated his adaptable mass over the long, vertical steps.

The stairs deposited them before a door, which was noticeably unlocked and stood plainly ajar, conspicuous evidence of Sam’s passing. Jess entered and found the room equipped with desks bearing technical apparatus still strewn in haphazard fashion, as if those who had utilized them had abandoned the science in haste. She spotted Sam, or rather a portion of his body, melded partially to a door facing the desks. His head emerged from it, grinning victoriously.

“This room will be perfect,” he declared, and swung the door wide open, leading her in with Gumpy kept close to her side. The inside looked akin to a treatment room, its walls were lined with shelves and cupboards probably stuffed with medical equipment. In the center stood a flat trolley designed for patients to rest on, presumably employed for treatment or surgery. A chair and stool sat patiently next to it, waiting to be filled by a doctor or surgeon. The austerity of the space (fortunately) contradicted her horrified expectations, though she couldn’t help but wonder why a mansion would require such a bare treatment room in the first place. While devoid of any apparent horrors, the room itself lacked any sort of welcome or sense of relief to a patient, which she disturbingly realized she now was.

Sam again paid the girl’s discomfort little to no attention, as he was busying himself with happily setting up for the procedure. Jessica noticed a book (which had probably been borrowed from the Library) placed aside on a table, proudly entitled “The Royal Chester’s Book of Nursing and Medical Interventions”. Its covers were open to a page knowledgably describing the process as well as the implements necessary to achieve it, which Sam currently appeared to be in the middle of gleefully gathering from the cabinets. He joyfully produced fearsome-looking instruments such as blood bottles and syringes, further disquieting the girl’s already frazzled nerves. She normally wasn’t particularly terrified of needles, but considering Sam’s obsession with her blood she felt there was logical reason to be afraid of any sharp object possessed by his grotesque hands. She shuddered as the ghost blissfully carried on with his work, oblivious to his patient’s obvious distress as he therefore obtained a tourniquet, cotton wool, and some tape to seal the wound.

Positioning the implements in a careful arrangement, he flipped the book to the next page and studied it briefly before turning keenly towards Jessica, wearing an alarming morbid grin on his expression.

“Sit down, pretty, and I’ll take your blood, this book will tell me how,” he calmly assured, and the girl decisively felt no inclination to oblige.

“Come now, we need to look at your blood to see if it has answers to the lovely plague. Do you not trust me?” Jessica had to fiercely bite back the instinctive “NO” with her tongue, as her eyes remained fixed on the pointed needle gleaming unpromisingly within his shady hand.

“Fine,” he hissed, “You’ll just have to die then.” His eyes flashed darkly with sudden resentment, and Gumpy glared furiously at his remark, enraged that the ghost would utter such a menacing comment against his trainer. Unexpectedly, Sam laughed.

“Okay, okay, I said I’d help. I saw something that you may trust better.” He floated from the room, and Jess allowed herself a relieved sigh. She listened intently as a loud hammering resounded beyond the walls before the door banged open abruptly, causing her heart to jump. Sam drifted idly back to his position with a highly strange gadget in tow. Its gleaming exterior resembled an Abra, but its body was composed of a darker, heavier substance, and its narrow gaze hummed faintly with a pulsing, electronic blue shade. Grooves lined its steel surface, and it appeared that panels could slide out from underneath them.

“This Abra-droid was used as an assistant by Quentin in his work. It’s programmed to know all medical and surgical procedures, or so the manual says,” he explained as he presented the large manual before her. “Would you trust this to take your blood? You could even program it yourself.”

Jess stared disbelievingly at the creature hovering unassumingly before her, its soft, mechanical whirring building gradually inside her ears. Her glance briefly exchanged to Sam, then to the manual, and finally back to the android. Whether she could trust a machine to take her blood was not a question she had ever considered asking herself, and now that she was faced with the choice she had no idea what to decide. She didn’t know if this bizarre contraption would even function properly in the way that the ghost claimed, if at all.

Also, whether a robot manufactured by the infamous Quentin Gallow could be trusted to follow its supposed instructions was another matter entirely. She had heard rumors of the history of the Gallows, of course. After his wife’s death, Quentin was supposed to have gone mad, performing crazy experiments and researching the dark arts. Before his spiraling descent however, he was apparently a brilliant, successful scientist who excelled in his field of work. If this robot was invented by Quentin during that momentarily blissful period of his life, then perhaps it could in fact be afforded her trust to some degree. Perhaps.

At any rate, the choice seemed preferable to Sam’s offer to perform the procedure himself, if only marginally. Besides, either way she could die. In the end, Jess figured, there wasn’t much for her to lose by placing her diminishing life in the (hopefully) experienced hands of a robot rather than a ghost.

“All right. Let me see the manual. I’ll try to program it to do the procedure.” Jessica caught Gumpy’s alarmed expression, and she shook her head. “It’s okay. If anything happens, please try to destroy it as quickly as possible. If you can’t succeed, then I want you to run and get out of the house as fast as you can, and take everyone else with you.” She handed him all six of her Pokballs, making certain he held fast onto them with his unique Ability. “Don’t worry about me. Just look after yourself, okay?”

Also, if you have to leave me behind, try to find help for Kief and Custard. And also tell them… That I’m sorry. Okay? Tell that to everyone.
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Rabid Squirrel ~ Your head litterally buzzed from all the information it had received in such a short time. You were a smart girl and you believed you had it all figured out. Where and when you were, what the dream had to do with all this and the secret conversation Glenda had only added to your belief. You had fallen into Elyria in the middle of its war, somehow when you read that book Dawn was somehow living on through you, if not then you at least had her memories. You feel your heart swell as you put things together and feel that perhaps Cyprus was closer than you thought; perhaps he had met the same fate yet harboured Xavier within him. Whatever this family was you guessed that they were a good bunch, probably practising white magicks as the books in the spare bedroom wrote about; Sabrina after all had accosted you with a wand when you first arrived. Still, there could be another explanation for all of this and if you were wrong … you didn’t want to offend those that had been so hospitable to you.

Unable to continue sleeping, your mind itching for answers to all your questions you leave the bedroom and walk back along the landing. You just had to speak to Glenda, it would be best when her friends had left and so you waited. You listened to them finish off their conversation and hear the front door open and then close. Daring to look down the stairs you see that the living room is empty. Tip toeing down the stairs you walk into the room choosing to stand by the fire whist you waited. Glenda reappears from outside and gasps as she sees you standing there holding her hand over her chest.

“Kami, oh you nearly gave this old woman a heart attack. How long have you been standing there?” she asked getting over the shock of your sudden appearance. You tell her not long and she notices your torn expression.

“You look troubled child, what’s on your mind?” she asks and you turn to face her, the warmth of the fire spreading throughout your body. You decide to tell her of your theory of how and why you were here. Glenda couldn’t hide the look of shock off her face and took you by the arm sitting you down on one of the sofas.

“Did you hear what we were discussing not that long ago?” she enquires and you feel your cheeks flush at having being caught and nod mutely hoping that she wouldn’t be too mad. Glenda merely sighed and took your hand.

“Kami dear, I do believe that you are from another world, like I said I have not heard of such a place that you described. And yes your aura is odd to my old eyes … see Sabrina’s aura for example is a bright blue which suggests that she is a vibrant soul though cautious and prone to low moods … which describes her perfectly if you know her,” she says smiling a little at the thought before catching your inquisitive glance. “Well you’re aura is a dark green mixed with amber at the edge. The green suggests a kind, caring, calm soul, the amber is suggestive of age representing youth, with silver representing old age. The amber is almost equal to the green, I’ve only ever seen this in newborns,” she explains and you stare at her in awe and shock. This woman was talking auras with you and you were fascinated. You ask about the other aura and she nods.

“Yes your green-amber aura is there but hidden behind faintly on the edges is a purple aura, people only have one aura, and for you to have two it’s impossible. You think that somehow Dawn is within you?” she asks and you nod and she studies you hard.

“The purple aura is reminiscent of hers but off somehow, she was a bright violet colour and this is a dark purple, almost indigo. I don’t think her aura would have changed so much even attached to another person.” She says and you frown, you were so sure too. Whose aura did you have then? You explain the dream and Glenda nods

“That was a memory of Dawn’s, you describe her perfectly, I am curious to how you obtained her memories. Even if this book you read held magicks to bring you here Dawn never spoke of storing her memories and I have never heard of a person with two souls, it wouldn’t be healthy for any person to try. I would so love to think that my Dawn was here with you” holding your hand tightly, “but such wishing is for old fools. I hold her in my heart and memories.” She says going deep in thought smiling faintly at the memories she spoke of. Well she had already answered some of your questions without asking. You were sure that she was a white mage and if sensing your train of thought Glenda looked you right in the eye smiling faintly.

“I take it you have never met a mage before,” and you blush shaking your head as a no and Glenda can see the spark of interest in your eyes.

“Well I can tell you have an interest in learning about magicks. How about this, since you’re stuck in this unknown world with us I’ll train you in our ways, teach you how to use white magicks?” she says and you feel your excitement brimming, though your mind was filled with thoughts of Cyprus and getting back home to your Pokemon you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

“It’s late, we can discuss this further in the morning. Get some sleep Kami and tomorrow I’ll start your training,” you practically leap out of the sofa thanking her for the offer and run back up the stairs onto the landing and into the bedroom leaping into bed. Tomorrow you were going to learn some magicks! Buzzing with excitement you feel that you would never go to sleep but lying there willing yourself to you soon do.

Waking up in the morning you feel the sunlight on your face from the French windows. Stretching you can’t help but feel a little tired still, being up a good few hours of the night didn’t help. Suddenly you remember Glenda’s offer and feel more alert than you ever had and leap out of bed taking a moment to straighten up your hair and clothes before rushing back downstairs. Glenda greets you in the living room with a chuckle.

“Slow down dear, we have plenty of time for training. You remind me so much of Dawn, she was always so excited when it came to her lessons. First we’ll have breakfast,” she says leading you into the kitchen where Sabrina was already sat eating a bowl of porridge casting you a sleepy yet dark look. Choosing to ignore her cold glances this morning you help yourself to breakfast having a choice of cereal, toast, waffles with syrup and strawberries, porridge and omelettes. Glenda busied herself having already eaten and placed water and orange juice next to you both, Sabrina snatching the orange before you could decide and pouring a glass for herself. Glenda shook her head at her attitude and walked off into the living room. Sabrina glared at you.

“Did you leave the room in perfect condition, you better have,” she threatened and you nod mutely mouth full of food.

“Good,” she mumbled around her porridge her glare softening slightly. Finishing off breakfast and feeling totally refreshed and awake you walk into the living room to find Glenda sat on the sofa with a collection of books on the coffee table. You approach her and she smiles.

“Come Kami and sit. I know you have a lot of questions I didn’t answer last night but I will in due time. I don’t want to overload you with information right now. You need your head clear for the first lesson: reading Aura’s. This is a basic ability of any mage, reading aura’s allows you to gauge the personalities of your friends or strangers giving you a taste of what kind of person they are. You must remember that though this can influence our first impressions your readings may not always be 100% accurate. Now I need you to clear your mind of all thoughts and concentrate on your senses. Close your eyes to see the darkness then when you open them concentrate on my form looking around the edges for the colours of my aura.”

You do as she instructs calming down your excitement and closing your eyes. After a few moments you open them up and stare at Glenda seeing … nothing. Sighing in defeat you look at her apologetically and she laughs.

“Child, I never got it on the first try. It takes practice,” she says and you feel slightly better at that. Sabrina wanders in and snorts.

“She needs magick in her blood for it to work grandma,” she says sneering at you.

“And she has that Sabrina now go and make yourself useful and do your own studies,” Glenda says trying not to snap at the rude girl. Sabrina sighs and walks away. You’re surprised at the mention of blood magic and ask Glenda about it.

“Oh, most people are unable to practice magick, the ability is usually passed down from one generation to another but some are able through determination to pick it up. But I can sense a hint of magick in your blood so the ability will come. Now let’s try again. Go into a meditative state and concentrate on colours. When you feel at complete ease open your eyes.”

Trying again you fail for the second time. Glenda is patient though and allows you to practice all morning and after several failed attempts when you open your eyes again you see a flash of colour surrounding Glenda. Concentrating hard trying not to lose it you see the colour grow larger and bolder. Beaming at Glenda you tell her of your success, that you see her yellow and silver aura. Glenda grins back.

“Well done Kami, that is indeed the colour of my aura.” She says giving you a brief hug. Sabrina walks downstairs and you see her bright blue aura surrounding her body with a thin line of amber. She looks at you her face unreadable but she doesn’t seem to be glaring at you, that’s a start.

“Oh Sabrina I’m glad you’re here. I need an errand of you. Would you go into town and pick up this list of groceries for dinner?” she asks and Sabrina nods.

“And take Kami with you please, it’ll give her a chance to practice reading auras,” and Sabrina bites back a remark.

“Sure grandma,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Would you kindly assist Sabrina with this errand, she’ll help you to read aura’s while you’re out. She’s quite good at it as she’ll most likely tell you,” she said ribbing her grandchild.
Kami explained to Glenda all of her theories. “Did you hear what we were discussing not that long ago?” Glenda asked the girl as she finished. Kami blushed with embarrassed as the elder woman guessed at what the trainer had been up to; the teenager nodded prompting a sigh from Glenda.

“Kami dear, I do believe that you are from another world, like I said I have not heard of such a place that you described. And yes your aura is odd to my old eyes … see Sabrina’s aura for example is a bright blue which suggests that she is a vibrant soul though cautious and prone to low moods … which describes her perfectly if you know her,” Glenda gave a faint sign of a smile to which Kami looked puzzled. Seeing this, Glenda continued, “Well you’re aura is a dark green mixed with amber at the edge. The green suggests a kind, caring, calm soul, the amber is suggestive of age representing youth, with silver representing old age. The amber is almost equal to the green, I’ve only ever seen this in newborns,” Kami was shocked. It was almost as if the lady was staring into Kami's soul.

"Oh, but what about that other aura you mentioned?" Kami inquired.

“Yes your green-amber aura is there but hidden behind faintly on the edges is a purple aura, people only have one aura, and for you to have two it’s impossible. You think that somehow Dawn is within you?” Glenda responded. Kami nodded and Glenda leaned in close and studied Kami.

“The purple aura is reminiscent of hers but off somehow, she was a bright violet colour and this is a dark purple, almost indigo. I don’t think her aura would have changed so much even attached to another person.” Glenda concluded. Kami frowned; her theory had been flawless! Suddenly remembering the dream, Kami decided to share that with Glenda.

"I woke up and ran over to the balcony. Then I was reading some book about weird stuff like ‘magic’ ‘auras’ ‘enchantments’ ‘dark energies’ and ‘curses’. Then you came in and I hid the book. You told me that I was always studying, then told me to get ready. I went over to the vanity. I had long blonde hair and green eyes," Kami explained to the mage.

“That was a memory of Dawn’s, you describe her perfectly, I am curious to how you obtained her memories. Even if this book you read held magicks to bring you here Dawn never spoke of storing her memories and I have never heard of a person with two souls, it wouldn’t be healthy for any person to try. I would so love to think that my Dawn was here with you, but such wishing is for old fools. I hold her in my heart and memories," Glenda squeezed Kami's hand tightly as she spoke of Dawn. Kami still didn't know who Dawn was, but it was obvious that she was someone close to Glenda. Kami's mind began to wander and she wondered if Glenda was indeed a mage. The woman looked up at Kami and smiled faintly, as if she had been reading the girl's mind.

“I take it you have never met a mage before,” Glenda said prompting Kami to blush and shake her head no.

“Well I can tell you have an interest in learning about magicks. How about this, since you’re stuck in this unknown world with us I’ll train you in our ways, teach you how to use white magicks?” Glenda prompted. Kami rapidly thought of Cyprus and Giles and Doushi, and the rest of her Pokmon team; she missed them all and wish to return to her own world, but training in the magicks was too great an opportunity.

“It’s late, we can discuss this further in the morning. Get some sleep Kami and tomorrow I’ll start your training,” Kami shot up enthusiastically. She wanted to start training immediately. Kami rapidly thanked Glenda and shot upstairs and dropped into her bed. After a few hours of her mind wandering preventing her from sleeping, Kami finally dropped off to sleep.

Kam stirred in her bed and felt the warm sunshine lying across her face. Kami bolted upright after remembering that today was the day she would have her first lesson in the magicks. Kami quickly ran a brush through her hair, leaving it down for today. Since she hadn't exactly packed for this trip, Kami hadn't brought anymore clothes. She just brushed off the ones she was wearing and went downstairs.

“Slow down dear, we have plenty of time for training. You remind me so much of Dawn, she was always so excited when it came to her lessons. First we’ll have breakfast,” Kami nodded. She was eager to start her lesson, but other things had to be done first. Kami gathered up a plate of waffles, strawberries, porridge, and omlettes before sitting down at the table across from Sabrina. Glenda placed water and orange juice on the table for the girls to drink. Sabrina grabbed the orange juice immediately; Glenda shook her head before leaving the room.

“Did you leave the room in perfect condition, you better have," Sabrina glared at Kami as she threatened the girl once more. Kami nodded with her mouth full of partially masticated food stuffing her mouth. "Good," Sabrina responded.

Kami quickly finished her meal and departed for the living room. Inside she discovered Glenda at the coffee table with a pile of books.

“Come Kami and sit. I know you have a lot of questions I didn’t answer last night but I will in due time. I don’t want to overload you with information right now. You need your head clear for the first lesson: reading Aura’s. This is a basic ability of any mage, reading aura’s allows you to gauge the personalities of your friends or strangers giving you a taste of what kind of person they are. You must remember that though this can influence our first impressions your readings may not always be 100% accurate. Now I need you to clear your mind of all thoughts and concentrate on your senses. Close your eyes to see the darkness then when you open them concentrate on my form looking around the edges for the colours of my aura,” Glenda instructed.

Kami calmed her mind and closed her eyes. After a few moments, Kami reopened her eyes to see that nothing in her vision had changed. The girl sighed and looked back at Glenda who chuckled.

“Child, I never got it on the first try. It takes practice,” Glenda told the girl. Sabrina entered the room and snorted at Kami.

“She needs magick in her blood for it to work Grandma,” the blue-haired girl sneered.

“And she has that Sabrina now go and make yourself useful and do your own studies,” Glenda responds patiently. Sabrina sighs before leaving.

"What's this about me having magic in my blood?" Kami inquired.

“Oh, most people are unable to practice magick, the ability is usually passed down from one generation to another but some are able through determination to pick it up. But I can sense a hint of magick in your blood so the ability will come. Now let’s try again. Go into a meditative state and concentrate on colours. When you feel at complete ease open your eyes,” Glenda explains

Kami tried again, and failed again. After practicing for the entire morning without getting, Kami opened her eyes to see that Glenda was surrounded by yellow and silver colors. "Oh! I think I have it! Do you have a yellow and silver aura?" Kami exclaimed.

“Well done Kami, that is indeed the colour of my aura," Glenda embraced the young girl while Sabrina walks down the stairs. The teenager was no longer glaring at Kami.

“Oh Sabrina I’m glad you’re here. I need an errand of you. Would you go into town and pick up this list of groceries for dinner?” Glenda asked the girl. “And take Kami with you please, it’ll give her a chance to practice reading auras,” the woman added.

“Sure grandma,” Sabrina agreed unenthusiastically.

“Would you kindly assist Sabrina with this errand, she’ll help you to read aura’s while you’re out. She’s quite good at it as she’ll most likely tell you,” Glenda asked Kami while slightly elbowing Sabrina in the ribs.

"Sure, I'd like to see what this world looks like anyways," Kami responded with a smile, trying to break through to Sabrina with kindness.
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Music Box~ ~ These zombie Pokemon had your skin crawling, the disgusting way they attacked and when lumps of flesh was cut from Drapion’s body you nearly lost what was left in your stomach. Your catches up and begins a new panic and you cover your mouth trying not to breathe in the stench of their rotting flesh. You recite a mantra in your head ’be strong be strong be strong’ hoping that it will assist the rest of your body to stop wanting to flee. Thinking over how you could better assist in the battle you suddenly are hit by a eureka and tell Birdie to attack Drapion no matter what. She gives you a ‘what are you planning?’ look before shrugging and focusing on Drapion wanting to pay it back for the poisonous barbs it shot her way. You start running towards the undead scorpion and Birdie squawks fearing for your safety but you order her to just attack whilst you plan to distract it. Picking up a rock you throw it at Drapion catching it in the head making it turn to face you hissing in pain. Yelling at it doesn’t help either as another rock catches it in the head. Drapion moves towards you but is caught by a full on ice storm that blasts into it pushing it back and freezing over its left arm. It roars in pain and shoots out green barbs towards everywhere several hit Birdie making her wince and stumble back, Louis deftly dodges those fired his way and shouts in French his annoyance but as the Pin Missiles strike Charmeleon providing distraction he leaps forth and unleashes his Fury Swipes.

Birdie cries out when she sees the state you’re in and you look down to see several barbs lodged in your abdomen and legs. Feeling shaky you collapse to the ground and look up to Drapion leaning over you its mouth dripping black saliva onto your trousers. Closing your eyes you wait for inevitable finishing blow only to hear it grunt as Birdie’s Tri Attack crashes into it. Opening your eyes you see Drapion stumble forward and yell in pain as it falls on top of you. Birdie flaps in panic at having propelled the zombie onto you. Louis is impressed by your guts but your lack of working strategy has him shaking his head. He cracks Charmeleon in the face with a Thunderpunch and points his tail towards you his eyes glowing blue as Drapion is Psychically lifted off you and thrown into the casket it arose from.

“Very brave ‘uman, u were good for a distraczion. Try notz to get squished next time eh,” he says turning his attention back to Charmeleon who is getting enraged by all the attacks it was taking. You could only be thankful for having Louis working with you and are surprised by his abilities beyond his natural learning. Your distraction worked and Drapion has been damaged further, the ice encasing its left arm has melted slightly from the fire energy of the Tri Attack. Birdie has only taken a light hit, you better get planning, and one that would involve less injury to yourself would be useful.
As Tim rushed into battle, disregarding his own saftey, his plan to distract Drapion worked successfully. Birdie was able to hit her target without getting herself hurt and that was all Tim wanted. The undead Drapion's left arm was frozen solid by Birdie's ice type attacks and out of frustration, it shot out multiple barbs in every direction. Tim suddenly felt intense pain throughout the lower half of his body, he looked down to see that there were several barbs lodged into his abdomen and legs. His eyes widened as he looked in horror at his flesh wounds.

"I- It hurts!" Tim whispered as tears ran down his face, "I never wold have done something as brave as that if it weren't for Birdie!" he thought as he fell to the floor. Birdie tried to fight back her tears as she shot a Tri- Attack at Drapion, which had also hit successfully, but she didn't care; as soon as she was able to, Birdie ran for Tim to make sure he was okay. Louis just smirked and complimented Tim's rash, yet brave decision. Tim, still conscious, looked over to Louis and smiled, Birdie then arrived to Tim's side was as so happy he was still breathing. Tim got up as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at all due to the barbs in his body, trying to to give Drapion much time to counter attack. Once Tim got up, he began to wipe his tears away and pulled out the barbs. “Very brave ‘uman, u were good for a distraczion. Try notz to get squished next time eh,” said Louis as he continued his battle with Charmeleon. Tim knew Louis was right, he couldn't take this kind of pain so often. The young trainer pulled out another pokeball and said, "I need you assistance, Squirt!" out of the pokeball came the Big Jawed pokemon, Totodile. Birdie happily greeted Squirt, who also exchanged a happy greeting with the bird pokemon.

"Hey Squirt, we need help. You've been itching to do this ever since we were back at the Desert of Illusion.... So here, I want you to eat this candy." Tim said as he handed over the rare looking candy. Squirt excitedly took the candy and something strange happened, a heavy coating of light surrounded Squirt and his form began to change. His Red fins rearranged along his back and grew, his arms and legs became thicker, his belly expanded, and his jaw grew tremendously. The Big Jaw pokemon, Totodile, was no more now Squirt had become a terrifying threat known as Croconaw.

"NAW!" Squirt shouted as a battle cry. "Wow, I knew this was coming, but still, I feel like I this isn't real..." Tim said as he stared in aw at the Big Jaw pokemon. "Squirt, Birdie combine Hydro Pump and Blizzard for a strong attack !" Tim said, the confident look the Squirt saw in Tim's face was something he hadn't seen since before they left for Fizzy Bubbles, it was really refreshing for the Big Jaw pokemon. The two pokemon nod in agreement and head straight for Drapion in perfect sync, ready to give it their all. Tim turned to Louis and smiled while giving him a thumb up, a slight nob, and a smirk.
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psychopath ~ You were still not wanting to stick around on this ship any longer than necessary especially since Captain Porter wasn’t going to help you to get home. His story was so similar to your that this ‘Kraken’ had to be the creature behind your unceremonious dragging here. You felt a little better knowing that Captain Porter believed you but still he made you feel a little on edge, maybe it was his stature, booming voice and big hat? You decided to play along for now as Pan showed you the ropes of his trade as Slice watched on grumpy at not being able to join in. As all commotion breaks loose and Captain Porter walks onto the deck you look for the pod of Wailmer spotting them in the distance. Thanking Maria for giving you back your Pokemon who must have been given a clean bill of health by the Pokedoctor you quickly make a plan to help out. Although the Captain had ordered that you help assist Pan to tighten the booms you knew that you would need more than that to get this ship past the large Wailmers. You gather those who will listen and inform them of your plan. Most crew members cast you an indifferent look, not taking orders from a newbie but your freshly released Pokemon were ready for action.

Your white Weavile ran towards the back of the ship nearly knocking over a female pirate in his wake getting a harsh yell and concentrated on the waters below. He summoned up a force beneath the surface and a wave of Surf pushed the back of the ship. It gave it a small boost but his Surf wasn’t powerful enough to thrust it forward much. Pan noticed your strategy and nodded to Bellamy,

“That looks to be a good idea, go help out,” he orders and the spunky Politoad leaps off to the back of the ship. Politoad and Freeze both combine their Surf’s together and the larger wave gives the ship some forward momentum. Captain Porter looks impressed by that strategy and continues to shout orders now they had picked up speed. Mortimer the Shuppet had his orders and with each Surf he breathed out a purple wind that inflated the sails and propelled the ship forward. A Chatot flies up next to him and uses it own Ominous Wind with Mortimer’s as Captain porter smiles at you, aiding your strategy. Arrow had flown off after the pod of Wailmer to slow them down whilst you and Pan held the booms steady and tightened the ropes holding them in place. Pan then moved you over to the ropes and helped you tighten those as the mast had begun swing dangerously from the wind attack, fortunately Pan knew what he was doing and between you it steadied. Chatot and Mortimer hit the sails with another Ominous Wind as Freeze, Bellamy and a mysterious Vaporeon used another Surf. The ship had gain great speed at the rate it was turning it would avoid the majority of the pod. You see the Waimer get ever closer as the ship moves and sot Arrow flying around them in distraction but they were focused on their path. He received a blast of water from one Wailmer’s spout throwing him up into the air and nearly back into the water.

“Keep it up everybody, we may just miss them,” Captain Porter ordered as every watched with baited breath as the Wailmer got with range. The ship passed by the first half and just as you thought you were clear you clipped one of the Wailmer’s at the end of the line making it cry out as the ship lurched throwing you to the deck. Picking yourself back up you see the pod swimming on past you but feel the ship lurch again. 3 Wailmer had remained behind to protect the little one that had been struck. They didn’t look pleased that the ship had ‘attacked’ them and seemed keen on repaying you.

“Looks like those Wailmer aren’t going to forgive us for interrupting their movements. We’ll have to battle them,” he says as Arrow flies to sit on your shoulder his wings soaked with water, he was lucky not to have lost flight. Bellamy bounces back over to sit by Pan and the Vaporeon gracefully pads over to Maria. Freeze and Mortimer move back over to you.

“We’ll handle it Captain,” Maria said. Captain Porter nodded and ordered his remaining crew members to fix what damage they may have taken down below why he observes you, ready to help if need be.

“Your Pokemon ready to fight?” Pan asks as Bellamy sits on the edge of the ship ready to attack.

“We should try to discourage the Wailmer and make them see that this fight will not benefit them,” Maria adds.

Tyson watched ib triumph as his strategy worked, Freeze had worked himself very hard on the surfs considering they weren't even natural moves to him and he was happy to see that people had ordered their pokemon to help. He was also overjoyed to see Mortimer push the ship forward, he was blowing some powerful gusts of wind, and considering his small size was handling it pretty well. "I gotta reward him later, he has turned his lungs into steel in a very short time..." He smiled, his training with Mortimer had been very different, to say the least, he was very young and considered everything a game, even his training. He thought back to a few days before, or technically, 300 years later. It was a warm summer day and it had been days before he found the damned pamphlet that lead him to the mansion that, in turn,led him here. He was trying to train the young Shuppet Ominous Wind, but it kept goofing off. He then proceeded to throw a blanket over the pokemon, stating that if he could get out with ominous wind he'd play with him for hours. It did. "...more reason to get back to our own time." He muttered under his breath.

He looked at the side of the ship, they were almost through! He was good until Bam, The ship hit a Wailmer! Three of them returned to help the apparently young Wailmer. Right then he was involunteeraly dragged into this, yet again he had -kind of- started it.


“We’ll handle it Captain,” He heard Maria. He saw no need for him to be involved, but since he had already been volunteered and if declined he might get kicked off. Let me think of something...

“Your Pokemon ready to fight?” Pan was just about to fall of the ship in excitement, it seemed as if they had little action around these parts considering his eagerness for it. Tyson, however, saw no practicality in fighting them, after all, if they were to ram the ship it would probably just make it worse.

“We should try to discourage the Wailmer and make them see that this fight will not benefit them,” Maria was obviously the smart one here, he agreed with her. He had also already thought up his plan.

"Excuse me," he made sure to have their attention before he continued, "I have a plan. Firstly, I agree with Maria, attacking them reckklessly isn't a good idea, I say we attract their attention away from the ship. 'How will we do that ?' you ask? Simple actually we tell our pokemon to go behind them, sending their attacks away from the ship. I mean after all, they do know surf. Then we could get our pokemon to make a deal with them, of course without Freeze's help," He grinned at the white weasel remembering the time that they tried to get an apple from a Pachirisu, ending in a battle, "he's not very good at that sort of thing. And then if all alse fails we'll have a backup attack plan, with all attacks not hitting the ship."

He gave them time to consider it and pulled out a Pokeball.(3 0f 15) "I could catch one of them with this Um..." he wondered wether they had pokeballs at the time he was in, and what he should call it, "Special net. That would probably show theM we mean bussiness, scaring them away. I don't know what you'll do, but I'm sticking to this plan, how about it then? My emergency plan will be yours Freeze," he looked at the pokemon, "If you can't get them to diplomatically back off you will use Brain Freeze to cool 'em if we need to resort to this we will probably be able to call you from the ship. Oh, and don't forget, you'll need to either Swim or Surf the whole time, thereby you need to make a surfboard, maybe you could make one with an Ice Beam?" Freeze seemed to like the idea.

"What do you guys think?" He looked at Pan and Maria. As he said it, he recalled Arrow, who's pokeball fell off his blet ad into the sea, never to be seen again, but Tyson didn't notice, not until it was too late.
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Pearl’s Perap ~ You stare at the spot Shane is so focused on, the young girl clutching her teddy flees upon noticing that she’s been seen. Shane is keen to follow after her wanting to play but your quick to stop him the feeling of unease you felt earlier making you hesitate. Did you really want to go running through the darkness of this playground? Sometimes the most innocent of places can be anything but. Shane was adamant though and had already begun floating off in the direction she fled. Sighing you pick yourself up off the floor and catch up to the little Shuppet and you head off into the shadows together hoping to find the girl. You can see the look of determination on Shane’s face and are surprised by his bravery here but being a ghost that was no surprise. As you walk into the darkness, the looming Mansion blocking out the bright moonlight you take one long look back towards the light before continuing on.

Shane was scouring the playground with his enhanced vision for sight of the young girl, so far you have both passed a set of duel slides with wooden decorations of flowers covering the steps, three spring rocking horses and parallel swinging bars but Shane had ignored them all so focused on his new mission. Up ahead was an activity centre built like a small house with tube slides, cargo nets, bridges, steps and metal bars, it looks quite well kept despite the condition of the rest of the playground equipment. Shane grins as he spots the little girl sitting at the bottom of one of the tube slides and floats off towards her. She gasps as she sees you both and cries out, “please don’t follow me,” before running up the inside of the slide. You follow after Shane but almost double up as that feeling of dread returns stronger than ever making your stomach lurch. As you try to hold back the bile that rises you stop to see Shane disappearing up the tube slide and walk forward feeling your legs wobbly like you were drained of all energy, your heart was beating so fast and you felt fear unlike anything else but you didn’t know why. Shane had disappeared along with the girl and you didn’t want to lose sight of them. Pushing the feelings down you walk forward before your forced to your knees to crawl as your leg fail you. You really, really don’t want to follow Shane but know that you must. You see him and the little girl at the top of the activity house and climb up the steps that lead to the top. The little girl looks at you with tears in her eyes as Shane tries to make her smile to no avail.

“I told you not to follow me, why did you?” she asks as you suddenly hear a bell suspended in the small roof chime. The girl backs off hugging the teddy to her chest, the bear shifting in her arms, you hadn’t noticed before. The bell chimes again and pink sparks flutter down from the ceiling covering you all. The girl looks to the ground with … guilt in her eyes? A third chime and the sparks grow warm and bright. Chime number four and you begin to feel very tired and see Shane glowing black. The fifth chime and everything goes black.

You groan as you wake up finding yourself in a bed of soft grass and push onto your belly to look around. You appear to be in the playground but it was light out, the activity centre sat looming over you. The young girl sits next you holding her Teddiursa and cries.

“I’m so sorry,” she says as she runs to hide on the first floor of the activity centre. You wonder what she could be sorry for and call out to her before clasping your hand over your mouth in shock. That wasn’t your voice! You stand up at a mere 3ft 7inches but your clothes still fit perfectly if a lot smaller than before. You hair is a little shaggy and unruly and your hands are much smaller than before. Before you can run to ask the girl what the hell happened you look around for Shane panicking when you can’t find him. You see something on the ground and pick up the purple egg and look it over, it couldn’t be? Could that egg be Shane?
Zak peered through the darkness as his Shuppet companion disappeared deep within the shadows in hot pursuit of the mystery girl they had both seen just moments before. As he began pushing through the undergrowth, he caught sight of Shane and continued further, calling for the tiny pokmon to slow down and wait for him to catch up. Eventually, he caught up to the ghost and found that they had reached another part of the bizarre and eerie playground as he passed slides and rocking horses before he noticed Shane had sped up towards an activity centre in the shape of a little house with various slides and climbing nets. It became apparent that he had noticed the little girl was sitting at the bottom of one of the slides. As soon as Shane arrives nearby, she notices Zak and the Shuppet before opening her mouth, "please don't follow me" She utters before crawling up the slide she was resting on with the ghost pokmon in pursuit once more. The feeling of dread began to overcome him once more, he felt like he could quite easily vomit as the bile shifts in his stomach.

"Sha-shane, come back!" He cries as his legs give way, wanting to pursuit the pokmon and the child, he tries to clamber towards the climbing ropes, noticing them on one of the higher levels of the strange play area. Eventually, he's legs began working right again and he climbed quickly to be alongside his friend. Reaching them, he noticed the girl had tears in her eyes, she quite obviously didn't want their company as he watched the Shuppet trying to cheer her up with it's cheerful attitude. "I told you not to follow me, why did you?" the child spoke up once more but Zak couldn't speak, the fear within him left him unable to utter a word as he looked on at the girl and pokmon. Suddenly, a bell begins to ring and Zak jumps out of his skin and as he does so, the girl clutches her teddy close and begins to back away once more. Something wasn't quite right with the teddy this time he looked, however, as it seemed to move slightly in her arms. A second bell chime rings and strange pink sparks begin falling from the ceiling.

"What in.." Zak began as the bell chimed a third time, more sparks falling from above them, warmer, brighter sparks this time. With the fourth time, a feeling of tiredness overcame Zak and he noticed as the Shuppet began glowing an untoward black colour, this worried him. Before he can do anything, a fifth and presumably final bell rings as the world around him turns black and he seemingly hits the floor.

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Stirring, Zak began to awaken from a bizarre dream of a girl, a teddybear and weird sparks falling from above them. As he opens his eyes, Zak realizes at once that the former events were not a dream as the girl is sitting nearby clutching a Teddiursa and crying to herself. "I'm so sorry." she blurts before running and hiding in the play area once again. "Wait" Zak cried, but something wasn't right, that most definitely wasn't his voice. It was the voice of a small child. Looking around, he noticed that he was a lot smaller than before but his clothes seemed to fit him perfectly, despite him losing a good two and a half foot in height. Rubbing his head, he realized his hair was shaggy and it became apparent that he had tiny hands, he was seriously confused and began worrying, what had happened last night? Where was Shane? In the grass, he noticed a small purple pokmon egg and instantly put two and two together, something had affected the two of them and he was now a child, his companion now an egg. Picking it up, he clutched it close as if he were the Shuppet's mother Banette in the nest.

Instantly, he shot up the slide quickly but trying not to alarm the girl. Reaching the top, tears reaching his eyes, he began to approach her as several tears began to drip down his face and onto the wooden floor. "Please, what happened? Why are...why are me and Shane like this?" He held the purple egg up carefully before the little girl, "Can you at least answer my questions...please...I beg of you...don't run" Looking at the girl, he hoped that she would at least let him know what happened, even if she couldn't help, "Di-did you do something to us?" Zak asked, bringing the egg to his chest once more and waiting for a response from the girl clutching her Teddiursa like a doll once more.
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The Laboratory

lilbluecorsola ~ Staring at Sam for any signs of deceit you wonder again whether this was such a good idea. Gumpy was hovering by your side protectively as the Gengar stared back as equally hard at the poison bag Pokemon. The Abra-droid seemed harmless enough but even such innocent things could turn out to be more sinister. Abra-droid hovered over the desk a soft humming coming from the technologies causing it to float silently awaiting input. You decide that Sam’s suggestion was still sound and trusted the blank droid to take your blood rather than the lusting Gengar. Asking for the manula much to Gumpy’s horror Sam beams at you glad that you still liked his idead and floated over to you handing you the thick heavy tome. You quell Gumpy’s fear by allowing it free reign to destroy the Abra-droid should it try anything or malfunction enough to cause you harm and by his expression you could tell he was still anxious for your safety. Placing the hefty manual down you also ask Gumpy to run if anything should happen, to take your team and just run and Gumpy took the Pokeballs but looked aghast at the mere idea of leaving you behind, especially with this weird ghoul lurking around.

Sam frowns contemplating your words as you flick open the manual looking through the index to find the pages you need. You look to the basic instructions on how to operate the Abra-droid and found that it could be voice activated. Pressing a button behind its right ear as instructed you speak you name and it speaks it, back monotonously, it appears that it worked!

“Make it say Sam now!” Sam says excited reaching over to touch the button only to receive a swipe from Gumpy who glares at the mischievous ghost. Ignoring Sam’s childish antics you find the chapter related to medical procedures and shortly after the pages on Venepuncture. Reading through the pages carefully you take in all the instructions and taking a breath make your first attempt to programme the Abra-droid. Ordering to come to you it floated over stopping close to you. Shakily you sit down on the stool by the desk and run your finger along a crease in its abdomen to reveal a panel that flips down. Pressing the code in the correct procedure and hear Abra-droid confirm “Venepuncture”. Its eyes glow pink and a flash of light sweeps through the room as if scanning everything in it, Sam covering his chest and groin in mock shock before the light disappears. Abra-droid hesitates for a moment looking up into at a set of cupboards by the ceiling and you follow his gaze hearing a faint thud come from within.

Abra-droid seems to continue on regardless of what it scanned and hovered over the equipment it registered with its pink beam and several panels slid back allowing it to insert the syringe and needle in place. With its other arm it picked up a tourniquet and old alcohol wipe. It hovered forward and stopped awaiting confirmation of its patient and you look back down the pages feeling renewed anxiety. Informing the droid that you were the patient it ran a white light over your body scanning for the appropriate place to take blood before hovering well into your personal space. Sitting hard against the back of the stool you look down to see Abra-droid carefully wiping the crook of your arm with the alcohol wipe before picking up the tourniquet and placing it around your arm pulling tightly. Now came the part you were not looking forward to. Abra-droid reached the needle forward and you felt a sharp scratch as it entered you skin but shortly after you look down to see dark red blood entering the syringe. A louder thud followed by frantic sounding screeches came from that cupboard and you look up anxiously. Abra-droid withdraws the needle and before it can apply gauze to the little hole an almighty bang sounds above you. Leaping off your chair you look up to see a pair of Golbats flittering above screeching to one another excitedly as they stare at you arm, saliva dripping form their gaping mouths. You see the thin trail of blood tracking down you arm and Abra-droid holding the gauze ready waiting for confirmation to continue.

“Oh! Bats!” was all Sam said as he grinned at the pair who had begun to descend eying your arm the syringe Abra-droid was holding hungrily. If you didn’t act fast these starved bats could very well make you their next meal or sample your sample before it was tested. Abra-droid still needed your instructions for the blood sample and you’d need to read them from the manual before you met an even premature death.




The Bathing Rooms

psychopath ~ Pan was overly eager to battle, Bellamy boucing back and forth ready to attack but Maria being of cooler hear reasoned that you should discourage the Wailmer from battle. You agree with her suggestion especially as these large whales could easily damage the ship further with a stray attack. You make yourself known and find 5 pairs of eyes drawn to you. Forcing down your nervousness you suggest your plan to your companions, Maria giving you a brief smile at agreeing with her suggestion. You suggest that you draw the Wailmer’s attention away from the ship by having your trio of Pokemon swim behind them. Maria seems to like the idea and Pan just looks like he wants to act bouncing on his heels impatiently. You hoped that your Pokemon could persuade them to leave and if not you had a backup. Pulling out a red and white sphere you plan to catch a Wailmer with the Pokeball if they resisted and Maria and Pan looked at the device curiously, of course the technology was very new and foreign to them. You bashfully replace the Pokeball and with determination cross your arms not budging from your plan. Maria looks to Pan and nods causing the younger boy to grin.

Vaporeon leaps overboard entering the water with a graceful dive, Bellamy hopping over too belly-flopping into the water making Pan groan in embarrassment. Freeze cast you one last look and dove into the water too the trio swimming behind the smaller pod of Wailmer. The whales had yet to notice the much smaller Pokemon and one of the larger ones rammed into the ship nearly throwing you off your feet. Vaporeon tries to talk to the whales only to be ignored, she tries again and gets nothing in response before she gets irate Bellamy shoots a jet of water into the back of one of the Wailmer making it stop in its movements and turn around to looks down at the smaller water and ice Pokemon. Vaporeon tries to reason with the Wailmer apologising for hitting the younger one that still had tears in its eyes and asking if they would forgive them. Freeze as per your instructions was keeping his mouth well shut; he had made an ice-surfboard to lie on waiting for his move whatever that may be. The Wailmer’s seem to think over Vaporeon’s words, the younger one not really wanting to fight still smarting from the shot. They spoke amongst one another as Vaporeon waited patiently, Bellamy getting impatient splashing water grumbling to herself. The Wailmer’s turn to the trio and glared at the Politoad, something she said must have irked them as it sped through the water and slammed into her throwing her across the sea a good way. Well that plan worked well! Vaporeon dove underwater to avoid a Water Gun fired her way cursing Bellamy for opening her big mouth. Freeze saw the second Wailmer to turn face him ready to attack and breathed out a light dusting of ice that covered the Wailmer and made it hesitate wincing as a headache over came it.

Pan was holding his hands over his face at Bellamy’s actions before turning to appologise to Maria who shook her head.

“Well it looks like we’ll have to battle after all,” Maria said sighing before leaning over the rail and shouting orders to Vaporeon, Pan following suit. Freeze cast a look up from his surfboard waiting for orders.




The Crypt

Music Box~ ~ As you slid down the wall several clear barbs stuck into your skin you felt yourself go into shock, the pain and suddenness leaving you a shivering wreck on the floor. To add insult to injury Birdie had inadvertently knocked Drapion into you, the large corpse falling down to nearly crush you with its dead weight. As you felt all the air leave your lungs and the world start to haze around the edges the weight lifted and Drapion was thrown from your body into its casket. Drawn from your shock to see Louis, his eyes returning to their normal brown colour smirking at you, you pull yourself up wincing in pain still the human pin cushion. Louis commended you on your bravery even if it was a foolish idea. Pulling the barbs out Birdie rushed over to you anxiously a guilty look written on her face. As you finish removing the clear barbs you shakily pull another Pokeball from your belt, not wanting to risk any more pain for either you or Birdie and release the creature inside. Squirt roared his small jaw opening wide as he stretched and quickly set into a battle stance. You ask him for assistance, Birdie looking relieved to have the help and offer him a pink treat to eat. Upon eating the rare candy his eyes widened before a white light engulfed his form. The light soon faded and left in place was a much larger Pokemon, a green Croconaw snorted and grinned ready to dish out some pain. Louis grinned over at the strong Pokemon you had released and continued on with his battle wincing as Embers raced over his fur.

Drapion had picked itself and roared loudly angry for the punishment it had taken. It turned to face the three of you and launched itself forward its arm glowing black and swiping at Squirt hard with its Night Slash pushing him back but still standing. Squirt growls as pain runs down his arm and manages a confident smirk at zombie Drapion, a smirk that said it was going to have to do more to take him down. You feel his confidence rub onto you and Birdie and with orders to combine their attacks they do just that. Squirt opens his large jaw and a powerful jet of water shot forth slamming into Drapion with enough force to throw it into the wall opposite the water streaming down along the floor as the zombie struggled, screaming as its skin came off in chunks. Birdie set to motion quickly and released her own powerful attack and with a flap of her wings let loose a harsh blast of ice snow and sleet that chilled the room down significantly. The Blizzard rushed over Drapion and it roared as yet more skin was sliced and ice cold snow entered the wounds. Soon its body froze over its face trapped in an eternal scream.

Louis shaking off the fire attack he leapt forward getting into Charmeleon’s face cracking it with his Double Hit with his tail before transitioning straight into Fury Swipes. Leaping back he observed the damage, Charmeleon holding its claws over its face, huge welts carved into its flesh leaving one of its eyes hanging by a thread. Not content to leave it there Louis leapt up avoiding a Slash attack before spinning mid air and landing back down in a hard Bounce knocking Charmeleon clean out.

Louis grinned and sauntered his way over to you and you both stare waiting for something to happen. Louis saw Drapion frozen against the wall. He sighed and rolled his eyes before they glowed blue again. Charmeleon lifts off the ground and with a flick of his tail Louis sent the zombie lizard crashing into Drapion smashing the ice into hundreds of pieces, each containing a piece of its corpse. Level up for Birdie. The ground rumbled and an intricate symbol glowed on the ground before a section of the floor gave way revealing a set of steps leading down.

“Not bad ‘uman, Delibird, but next time you needz to finish zee job eh” he said before walking down into the darkness. It would take a lot to get this monkeys approval. Plucking up the courage you follow him down the steps after all you had gone to the effort to defeat those guards. It was very dark with the only light being that which came from above and you struggled to find Louis when you see a flash of fire around his tail touch a large basin the oil within lighting up. Suddenly the walls sprung to life as the torches lit of their own accord revealing the large room with several doors lining the walls. The floors were made of smooth pale stone and cobwebs hung from every corner swaying from the slight breeze coming from the entrance. Louis walked over to the first door and observed the worn carvings up the sides shaking his head forlornly.

“It az been so long zince I waz last ‘ere. The writing az faded and I cannot recall which door lead where.” he says as you approach.

“Well it iz your tour ‘uman, I’ll let you decide which way we go,” he says folding his small arms. There were 3 doors to choose from and who knows what would lurks down each path.



The Playground

Pearl’s Perap ~ You stare after the small girl in shock as she ran off once again clutching her Teddiursa to her chest. Eyes wide and full of fright you look down at your much shorter stature, your clothes shrunken to fit you perfectly like before. What the hell had happened? You remember chasing the girl to the activity playground, looking up to see the bright sparks shower over you with the chime of a bell before darkness swallowed you and you awoke to what seemed to be a new day. Your emotions were in overload and you felt the need to cry overwhelm you, confused and scared, more so than you had ever been before. As you pushed back the tears that this young body’s frazzled nerves were bringing on you suddenly remember Shane, he had been with you when this all occurred, where was he now? Looking around you suddenly spot a purple egg and stare at it in shock, Shane had reverted to his previous form! Picking it up and clutching it to your chest wondering if Shane knew that you were holding him you picked yourself up and ran over to the activity area to confront the girl.

Running up the slide like before finding it much easier with your shorter stature you went to the very top and like before found her sitting under the bell holding her Teddi whom appeared to try and calm her down. You slow your approach not wanting to scare her away clutching Shane tightly to your chest protectively and see her look up, guilt written across her face. You ask what had happened to you and to Shane and she looked to the egg in your arms and looked even more sorrowful than before.

“I’m really sorry … I told you not to follow. Why didn’t you listen? But she knows, she knows that they always follow …” she said trailing off as Teddiursa patted her shoulder giving you the same guilty looks she had.

“You were turned into a child and your Shuppet was de-evolved obviously to an egg,” she said explaining what you already knew but what you really wanted to know was how. You ask her if she had anything to do with your condition and she looked a little shocked her brown eyes reflecting that but she shook her head her platinum blonde ponytail shaking back and forth.

“It was magic that did this to you, very bad magic. She only makes me lure the people to the room with the bell, like I did with you. I didn’t want to but I had to …” she said looking out of the window in the room across the grassy playground.

“You’re not the first one brought here by me and I feel awful every time I do but I have to do what she says, we all do,” she said sighing and rubbing her tears away. “She’ll be back soon to check on us all, we better get moving, we shouldn’t be late or we’ll be punished.” She said running back towards the slide looking back to see you still standing there. She grabs you hand and leads you down the slide and away from the activity house. Running behind her still clutching Shane to your chest you wondered where she was taking you and who this girl was she was so afraid of. She ran towards the back of the playground dragging you with her before taking a turn and heading into the grasses surrounding it. You felt the urge to sneeze as the tall grass tickled your face but held it in as you entered an open area with a set of buildings in rows in the background, almost like small warehouses with large shutter doors. In front of the buildings was a flat tarmac sub area of the playground with a basketball nets, more small seesaws and picnic tables. Within this new area were more children, many more you counted at least 10 kids playing on the equipment. The young girl slowed her pace and let go of your hand and walked onto the tarmac most of the children stopping their games to stare at her, several with disgust and anger as she walked over to the far corner and sat on a picnic table Teddiursa on her lap. You go to follow after her when a young boy about your age as you were now stood in front of you.

“Hey, welcome I suppose” he said shuffling his feet. “You’re the latest victim that Amy brought here,” he said glaring at the young girl, “but its not so bad … sometimes” he says as a Spearow swooped down to sit on his shoulder cawing at you in greeting. “We’ve got some time to play if you want before she comes back, want to play with us? He asks gesturing to the group of children dribbling a ball.



The Maze of Shrubbery

empoleon dynamite ~ Another victim … traveller had their sights set on the illusive and mysterious Haunted Mansion, the old building was very pleased. You stared at the heavy metal gates that barred entrance to the impressive yet decrepit building a small plant-like Pokemon following your gaze. You had picked a rather warm day for your travels, well warm for this part of the world as the light drizzle had stopped and the temperature had reached at least mild with the wind dying down. You move to push open the rusty gates only to receive a sharp pitched whine from Ventress, too hungry to even move. Pulling out a piece of raw flesh she instantly rips it out of your hands with her vines chomping down with dribbles of fresh blood down trickling down her neck. You feel a little disturbed by her behaviour and add that you hope this Mansion would calm her wildness down a bit. You walk through the now open gates, it was as if the Mansion wanted you to enter and Ventress trails behind, something niggled at the back your mind that this would be anything but punishment for her.

Opting away from the main building itself you walk through the grounds the dry grasses getting longer and longer the deeper into the gardens you ventured. Heading deeper into the west the grasses shorten in length as the vast expanse of the Maze comes into view. You hadn’t realised how large it truly was until you stood before it. The maze seems to span the entire length of the West side of the gardens reaching up to the Mansion and far into the shadows the other way. The Maze itself was made of thick overgrown shrubs that stood at least twice your height with small vines and thorns snaking in and out of the shrubbery. The entrance was merely a gap in the shrubs allowing entrance with only one path to follow. Ventress had caught up to you an appeared to have a wild Oddish wrapped in her vines strangling the life out if it bored already. You look back to the Maze hoping that this trip was going to be worth it because if you became lost and ran out of meat you were sure she’d not hesitate to eat you should she become hungry enough.

Walk through the entrance you follow the path being careful of the occasional vine snaked across the ground and feel Ventress close behind, no longer carrying the Oddish and vaguely wonder if its corpse is laying at the entrance. You followed the singular path and found it odd that you had yet to encounter a junction or another option but part of you felt glad at not having to decide your fate just yet. As that thought left your mind you curse as you come across your first dead end. Wait, how could there be a dead end here, you had followed the one path from the entrance here? With nothing to do but walk back you make to return the way you came only to see Ventress no longer with you. Backtracking you see her standing before a turn in the path, that wasn’t there before was it? She was staring intently down the path before she begins to walk down the path not waiting for you to follow. You weren’t quite sure what had happened but Ventress had found another turn and you had to be thankful to her for that didn’t you? Following her up the new path you hear a rustle behind you and turn to see nothing but shrubs behind you. What was going on here? Whatever it was Ventress didn’t seem bothered and was already venturing around a corner, you’d better hurry up or with how things were transgressing you may very well lose her.
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lilbluecorsola ~ Staring at Sam for any signs of deceit you wonder again whether this was such a good idea. Gumpy was hovering by your side protectively as the Gengar stared back as equally hard at the poison bag Pokemon. The Abra-droid seemed harmless enough but even such innocent things could turn out to be more sinister. Abra-droid hovered over the desk a soft humming coming from the technologies causing it to float silently awaiting input. You decide that Sam’s suggestion was still sound and trusted the blank droid to take your blood rather than the lusting Gengar. Asking for the manula much to Gumpy’s horror Sam beams at you glad that you still liked his idead and floated over to you handing you the thick heavy tome. You quell Gumpy’s fear by allowing it free reign to destroy the Abra-droid should it try anything or malfunction enough to cause you harm and by his expression you could tell he was still anxious for your safety. Placing the hefty manual down you also ask Gumpy to run if anything should happen, to take your team and just run and Gumpy took the Pokeballs but looked aghast at the mere idea of leaving you behind, especially with this weird ghoul lurking around.

Sam frowns contemplating your words as you flick open the manual looking through the index to find the pages you need. You look to the basic instructions on how to operate the Abra-droid and found that it could be voice activated. Pressing a button behind its right ear as instructed you speak you name and it speaks it, back monotonously, it appears that it worked!

“Make it say Sam now!” Sam says excited reaching over to touch the button only to receive a swipe from Gumpy who glares at the mischievous ghost. Ignoring Sam’s childish antics you find the chapter related to medical procedures and shortly after the pages on Venepuncture. Reading through the pages carefully you take in all the instructions and taking a breath make your first attempt to programme the Abra-droid. Ordering to come to you it floated over stopping close to you. Shakily you sit down on the stool by the desk and run your finger along a crease in its abdomen to reveal a panel that flips down. Pressing the code in the correct procedure and hear Abra-droid confirm “Venepuncture”. Its eyes glow pink and a flash of light sweeps through the room as if scanning everything in it, Sam covering his chest and groin in mock shock before the light disappears. Abra-droid hesitates for a moment looking up into at a set of cupboards by the ceiling and you follow his gaze hearing a faint thud come from within.

Abra-droid seems to continue on regardless of what it scanned and hovered over the equipment it registered with its pink beam and several panels slid back allowing it to insert the syringe and needle in place. With its other arm it picked up a tourniquet and old alcohol wipe. It hovered forward and stopped awaiting confirmation of its patient and you look back down the pages feeling renewed anxiety. Informing the droid that you were the patient it ran a white light over your body scanning for the appropriate place to take blood before hovering well into your personal space. Sitting hard against the back of the stool you look down to see Abra-droid carefully wiping the crook of your arm with the alcohol wipe before picking up the tourniquet and placing it around your arm pulling tightly. Now came the part you were not looking forward to. Abra-droid reached the needle forward and you felt a sharp scratch as it entered you skin but shortly after you look down to see dark red blood entering the syringe. A louder thud followed by frantic sounding screeches came from that cupboard and you look up anxiously. Abra-droid withdraws the needle and before it can apply gauze to the little hole an almighty bang sounds above you. Leaping off your chair you look up to see a pair of Golbats flittering above screeching to one another excitedly as they stare at you arm, saliva dripping form their gaping mouths. You see the thin trail of blood tracking down you arm and Abra-droid holding the gauze ready waiting for confirmation to continue.

“Oh! Bats!” was all Sam said as he grinned at the pair who had begun to descend eying your arm the syringe Abra-droid was holding hungrily. If you didn’t act fast these starved bats could very well make you their next meal or sample your sample before it was tested. Abra-droid still needed your instructions for the blood sample and you’d need to read them from the manual before you met an even premature death.
Jessica flicked nervously through the pages of the heavy tome, sensing Sam’s anticipating eyes on the back of her neck as she read. Despite the help he’d given her, she really wished he would just leave her alone at this point. She discovered a passage in the book’s primary operating instructions which stated that the robot could be voice-activated. Intrigued, she reached behind the android’s ear as directed and depressed a button, announcing her name towards it.

“Jessica,” it echoed back monotonously. The communication admittedly surprised her, and she stared at the contraption in amazement.

“Make it say Sam now!” The ghost excitedly tried to contact the switch so he could hear his own name, but was prevented by Gumpy’s reactive swipe. The Swalot glared at the phantom in warning, who responded with a grin. Jessica overlooked the Pokmon’s staring contest as she turned to the chapter which spoke of medical procedures. Flipping directly to the section on venepuncture, she scanned carefully twice, three times for good measure. Inhaling deeply, she turned towards the bot, ordering it to come to her. It silently obeyed, hanging cautiously before her eyes. Shaking with nervousness, she sat down on the stool to begin her attempt to program the device. She crossed her finger over a crease in its abdomen, uncovering a hidden panel in its surface. She fastidiously entered the code for the procedure, breathing a sigh as the Abra-droid verified her instructions. Its eyes flashed pink and light scanned suddenly across the room, methodically searching its contents. Sam covered himself in mock outrage, and Jessica rolled her eyes. She noted the robot’s pause, and she followed its silent gaze towards a set of cupboards hung close to the ceiling, simple and unassuming. A muffled thump sounded lowly from within.

Abra-droid disregarded the thud, therefore recognizing that it bore no importance in the procedure. It hovered calculatingly over the equipment, panels sliding back to permit proper insertion of the needle and syringe. Picking up the tourniquet and alcohol wipe, it drifted forward and stopped, awaiting confirmation of the procedure’s subject. Jess swallowed and sat down, quietly informing the robot that she was the patient. It administered another white scan-ray over her body, seeking a suitable location for extracting her blood. It hummed in confirmation and drew close to her arm, and she warily withdrew against the back of the stool. She rolled up her sleeve, and it gently wiped the crook of her arm with alcohol before wrapping the tourniquet around her limb, tightening it securely.

The girl winced and braced herself as she watched the needle draw close to her skin. She felt a sharp insert on her arm’s surface, and glanced down to witness dark blood entering the syringe. Huh. Wonderful.

A loud thud. Followed by ecstatic screeches. She glanced towards the cupboard in alarm, just as the Abra-droid removed the needle from her skin. Before it could apply gauze to the tiny puncture, a terrifying bang abruptly sounded overhead. The girl leapt immediately from the chair, gazing wildly towards the ceiling to find a pair of Golbats swooping suddenly overhead, screaming excitedly to one another as they stared at her arm, saliva dribbling from their fangs. She gasped as she noticed the fine trickle of blood tracing slowly down her arm, and turned desperately towards the Abra-droid. It remained patiently aside with the gauze, silently requesting authorization to proceed.

“Oh! Bats!” Sam exclaimed, grinning idiotically at the arrivals. Jess didn’t bother to glare at him, as she now had to focus on avoiding the likely possibility of becoming a meal for the blood-sucking beasts. Again, wonderful.

“Shoot! Where’s a dead body when you need one?” she muttered, frantically casting all about the room. Now wasn’t the time for obscure references. There was the manual on the desk. She had to read it in order to give the Abra-droid its next instructions involving the blood sample. Jess felt the movement of wings above her neck and shuddered, realizing she hadn’t a lot of time to think about what was necessary. She hurriedly twisted around to command her Swalot, who was tracking the bats’ swift, sinister movements assiduously.

“Gumpy, keep the Golbat at bay by using SHOCK WAVE. If they get too close, try to freeze their wings with ICE BEAM. Abra-droid, carry on with the procedure. Apply the gauze, fast.” She hastily ducked underneath and stole the manual, flipping quickly through the pages to find the instructions for analyzing blood samples. Man, can this day get any worse? she thought morosely to herself, trying to comprehend the scattered walls of text as they jumped and scurried about like nervous Sentret before her eyes. She wished that the book would do her a favor and simply read itself out loud to the robot. Or, better yet, that the ghost floating carelessly nearby would instead be of some help in this situation. But both prospects were impossible, she supposed. Sigh.
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fishyfool ~ You can only watch in horror as your reflection, now in your world stalked off after your Pokemon like a wild animal hunting its next meal. Shaking off the pain running along your back from the shock of the landing you hope that your Lunatone heard you before you left and would attack that impostor if … no when he tried anything. With half your team left with you in this new world you quickly call upon your strongest and in a bright flash he appeared next to you. Yakuza as the Honchrow was named stretched his wings finding this mirror corridor too cramped for his liking and looked around spotting his reflections everywhere. You apologize for bringing him to such a dark and strange environment but needs must and he seemed quite happy to be out. After quick explanation of what had transpired up to now, Yakuza confused as to why you would come to such an eerie location in the first place but nodded. He now understood why you looked so dishevelled and why that guilty haunted look shone in your eye. You begin to walk along the darker mirrored corridor when you stop and add that Yakuza should be wary of your actions given what had recently occurred. Yakuza is ready to follow your orders obediently and sits on your shoulders his weight pushing you down slightly.

Walking through the alternate mirror corridor you note the subtle differences here. Already quite aware of how dark it was here it was hotter than the cold interior of the Mansion by a fraction. The mirrors were much cleaner than the ones you had walked past in the mansion as if someone or something here took deep pride in their maintenance. Yakuza flicked his gaze back and forth keeping a watchful eye out for any of those demons you spoke about whilst keeping his claws tightly on your shoulders; after your description of your vile behaviour he wasn’t taking any chances. Your gaze remains firmly on the reflection to your right following your world as it lighter mirror corridor flowed in parallel, looking for any signs of your team or your reflection. You had been walking the corridor for a good time when you enter another room this one much larger than the last and as usually was covered in immaculate mirrors. Yet in the centre there was damage, a centrepiece which was reflected in your world as a diamond of mirrors reaching from the floor to the centre was shattered here, the glass in a pile on the floor. Yakuza catches sight of something in the mirrors and pointed a black wing to alert you not wanting to let you go. Following his gaze you move over to the mirror and spot something scratched there … no in the reflection, the glass beneath your hand was smooth.

“TOO SLOW FISHY, I’M NEARING EVER CLOSER TO YOUR FRIENDS
AND YET, YOU’RE CLOSE TO MINE.
PLAY TIME …”


You read the scrawled marks in the glass and realise that you have to move faster, the demon could be trying to get you riled up again but every second he was there with your team was a second too long. Hurrying to find an exit from this room you stop when you hear a noise from its centre. The pile of shattered glass shifted and you defensively moved back Yakuza opening his wings out his eyes narrowed on the movement. From within the glass a sleek figure slithered forth stopping several metres away its glassy eyes locked dangerously on to yours. The Arbok hisses and sways back and forth as it observes its new toy, its body covered with glass, the material appearing to be fused to its skin. Its fleshy tongue flicked out as it reared back before it leapt at you, mouth wide open to strike.


As Yakuza perched on Jamie's shoulder, the two set off down the corridor, the bird feeling slightly stronger as the weight on Jamie's shoulder, metaphorically and realistically, started to increase, and he knew that Volcape and the others wouldn't last a long time if his demon met them, as he put those thoughts out of his mind. As he walked, Jamie noted the rather clean mirrors, taking the condition into account with some surprise: For something so evil, his demon seemed to be pretty lewd about his mirrors, and the increased temperature of this alternate world was a bit of a blessing as he felt his current cold alleviate.

As they reached the center hub, where the natural ideology of a number of mirrors and a nasty attempt to psyche him out would exist, Jamie was somewhat surprised to see a cluster of broken mirrors, reflected in the real world as a diamond of them, with no full knowledge of how their destruction came around. Yakuza, however, felt something unfriendly about them as the Honchkrow pointed at a mirror, with what seemed like words etched into them, yet the glass itself was smooth, which Jamie knew meant one thing: His demon was further ahead and was becoming more threatening by the minute.

Rereading the words, he gave a gulp before looking back at the broken glass started to rear up as Yakuza fluttered off Jamie's shoulders, leering towards the glass and upon the full ehight, Jamie could see it was an Arbok, a pokemon many naive trainers would have thought would evolve into Seviper, and chances are it was the demon's, on account of the message. As the eyes locked on, Arbok hissed vehemently as though eyeing up the trainer's face as a lovely chew toy, and as it reared back, ready to strike, Jamie took a hesitant step back before calling to Yakuza, who was clearly prepped for battle as Jamie looked at Arbok: The mirroring fragments would doubtlessly form a reflective veil, meaning beam attacks were liable to bounce back at the user, eliminating the use of Yakuza's Confuse Ray and Ice Beam largely. Knowing the properties of mirrors, however, gave him an idea...

"Yakuza, get ready. When he lunges, spit a firestream straight down his throat and into his face, try and scorch the hood as well. While he's distracted, reduce his physical offense with a featherdance, then see if you can't dent some of those glass pieces into him by smacking him into the walls and floor with some psychic powers. Try and take this oversized worm out quicky, there's no idea how much time we've left."

Yakuza nodded, before preparing to battle...
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Vestige Town
Out through the rusted gates of the mansion, a dark and creepy road leads to the remains of Vestige Town. Those who venture here are brave or foolish as it is rumoured that the town is riddled with the ghosts of its people, angry and vengeful. The pain and misery of the past oozes through every brick and stone of the remaining rubble and blood-curdling screams are heard quite often, though where from people do not want to know. The sun never shines here; a town forever plunged into darkness.
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Tyrant walked onto the path going towards the Haunted Mansion. His Aipom, Lakshmi, was on his shoulder, eager for her first adventure. “A little spook never hurt anyone.” Said Tyrant, eager for this as well. Lakshmi happily squealed, but then suddenly a boom of thunder and a flash of lightning appeared overhead. Lakshmi jumped and fell off of Tyrant’s shoulder, then hid behind his leg. Tyrant was shaken as well, “D-Don’t be scared, Lakshmi, n-n-nothing bad can happen.” He managed to say. The doors shuddered and the walls creaked as Tyrant slowly opened the door. He then heard a voice, right next to ear. That was it for him. Tyrant slammed the door shut and ran outside, and then sat down underneath a tree in the lawn. “That has got to be the most scary thing that has ever happened in my life.” Tyrant said to Lakshmi, who was shaking right next to him.

The young trainer then saw a nearby village. “Hey, we can explore there! That place is probably 100 times less scary than this rickety old mansion!” Tyrant exclaimed, excited once more as the adventure could still take place. Aipom squealed in approval and hopped back onto Tyrant’s shoulder, ready to finally have an adventure of her own. Tyrant shortly arrived to the village, noticing how dark it was. “Is it just me, or is it darker than usual?” Tyrant asked Lakshmi. The Aipom ignored Tyrant to take in the sights of the village—it looked a little creepy. “Eh, it might be because of the of clouds. This place is a bit eerie, but it beats the mansion.” He said, still walking around.
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empoleon dynamite ~ Another victim … traveller had their sights set on the illusive and mysterious Haunted Mansion, the old building was very pleased. You stared at the heavy metal gates that barred entrance to the impressive yet decrepit building a small plant-like Pokemon following your gaze. You had picked a rather warm day for your travels, well warm for this part of the world as the light drizzle had stopped and the temperature had reached at least mild with the wind dying down. You move to push open the rusty gates only to receive a sharp pitched whine from Ventress, too hungry to even move. Pulling out a piece of raw flesh she instantly rips it out of your hands with her vines chomping down with dribbles of fresh blood down trickling down her neck. You feel a little disturbed by her behaviour and add that you hope this Mansion would calm her wildness down a bit. You walk through the now open gates, it was as if the Mansion wanted you to enter and Ventress trails behind, something niggled at the back your mind that this would be anything but punishment for her.

Opting away from the main building itself you walk through the grounds the dry grasses getting longer and longer the deeper into the gardens you ventured. Heading deeper into the west the grasses shorten in length as the vast expanse of the Maze comes into view. You hadn’t realised how large it truly was until you stood before it. The maze seems to span the entire length of the West side of the gardens reaching up to the Mansion and far into the shadows the other way. The Maze itself was made of thick overgrown shrubs that stood at least twice your height with small vines and thorns snaking in and out of the shrubbery. The entrance was merely a gap in the shrubs allowing entrance with only one path to follow. Ventress had caught up to you an appeared to have a wild Oddish wrapped in her vines strangling the life out if it bored already. You look back to the Maze hoping that this trip was going to be worth it because if you became lost and ran out of meat you were sure she’d not hesitate to eat you should she become hungry enough.

Walk through the entrance you follow the path being careful of the occasional vine snaked across the ground and feel Ventress close behind, no longer carrying the Oddish and vaguely wonder if its corpse is laying at the entrance. You followed the singular path and found it odd that you had yet to encounter a junction or another option but part of you felt glad at not having to decide your fate just yet. As that thought left your mind you curse as you come across your first dead end. Wait, how could there be a dead end here, you had followed the one path from the entrance here? With nothing to do but walk back you make to return the way you came only to see Ventress no longer with you. Backtracking you see her standing before a turn in the path, that wasn’t there before was it? She was staring intently down the path before she begins to walk down the path not waiting for you to follow. You weren’t quite sure what had happened but Ventress had found another turn and you had to be thankful to her for that didn’t you? Following her up the new path you hear a rustle behind you and turn to see nothing but shrubs behind you. What was going on here? Whatever it was Ventress didn’t seem bothered and was already venturing around a corner, you’d better hurry up or with how things were transgressing you may very well lose her.
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The young trainer took a deep swallow of anxiety as him and Ventress tentatively trampled through the dry pasture. Wes did his best to stay upright as they strolled through the unkempt shrubbery, thorny weeds occasionally prickling his bare legs. They’d surely been walking through the gardens for a while, Wes had never anticipated the garden would be acres wide. They continued their stride, Wes began stroking his fingers across the splintered boards of the eerie mansion. The odd tingling sensation which jumped up and down his back was more than enough to ensure he stayed clear of the spooky manor. Turning his attention back to the overgrown path, Wes noticed the weedy meadow was starting to become less and less unruly. It suddenly became apparent that once the rough gardens ended, an intricate lush labyrinth began. Awe-struck by the intimidating size of the maze of shrubbery, he looked down towards his primeval partner to see what she made of the towering bushes.

“Is that a Belue Berry?!” Wes said in shock, noting the strange plant gnawing on another, smaller grass type, “Get that out of your mouth!- Please?” Despite Wes’ authoritative command, which was quick to shift into a helpless plea, Ventress continued constricting the pitiable oddish. However much the trainer would’ve loved to yank away the berry-like Pokmon, the idea of losing one of his hands was sure to dissuade him. Allowing the circle of life to run its course, Wes fretfully ambled through the dense and leafy trail. The area was much more sinister than he’d anticipated, the venomous lianas snaked the floor below in a startling fashion. The faint sound of suction-cups could be heard from behind, despite Ventress’ apparent lack of experience; Wes trusted the ancient shrub’s raw animosity would fend off most threats…

“Damn it”, He snapped after their moments of striding through the thick maze resulted in a dead-end. Although he was certain there’d been no turnings, perhaps the twosome had missed a junction between all the overgrown ivy. Either way they’d have no choice but to backtrack. Letting out a deep sigh, Wes discerned at the fact Ventress had long wondered off. Despite the truth that they hadn’t established the essential Pokmon-Trainer bond, Wes was quick to alarm when the fossil was nowhere to be found. She was his responsibility, loosing her wasn’t an option.

“Ventress! Stop hiding, this isn’t funny!” Wes upped his pace into a sprint as he searched for the curious Lileep. Making a swift turn, the adolescent trainer’s eyes quickly lit up as he detected the carnivorous plant anchored to end of the narrow alleyway. Ignoring the questions nibbling in his head, Wes set his targets for the small shrub and began heading up the new-fangled road. Nevertheless, an odd rustle of branches broke his concentration… Instinctively revolving, Wes was shocked to notice the path had seamlessly clogged with thick greenery. It was at this point the kid stopped doubting himself, something bizarre was occurring. With his heartbeat racing, Wes wondered if the labyrinth was actually moving or some malevolent ghosts where messing with his head. Either way they had to persist on their journey.

Darting forward, Wes was troubled to notice Ventress untroubled by the insane events, almost as if he was enjoying the mind-games. Whatever was the case, Wes’ unwary scheme to calm down the ancient shrub had abruptly backfired. Clambering over the twisting vines, Wes kept a close eye on Ventress, all in his best efforts to reunite with the unbothered plant…
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