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Old 05-31-2017, 09:10 PM   #126
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You didn't have to think twice: You needed to go into the Wonder Room.

You threw the door open and walked in.

Upon first inspection, nothing about the room really seemed off. It was somewhat small; there was a desk with some recording equipment on it, including a microphone. Above the desk sat a large multitude of flat screen panels showcasing a variety of different security cameras in the facility. It wasn’t exactly surprising that there was a control room in the base - if anything, it was a little cliche. Regardless, it might be a good idea to keep it in mind, as it could come in handy later, especially when reporting back to the Marshals.

You looked at each monitor, trying to see if there was anything that stood out as particularly unnatural. Most of the monitors showed empty hallways and offices. Some showed Shell members doing paperwork, others trained their Pokemon in battle. A couple were even eating in what appeared to be a cafeteria. You even managed to find a camera for the outside of the building, where Hammond stood guard as he had when you arrived. Saoirse was nowhere to be seen, though.

And then, three labeled monitors in particular stood out. “Magic Room”, “Trick Room”, and “Wonder Room”. The first one you looked at was the room you currently stood in, “Wonder Room”. It was black. You looked up at the camera hanging on the wall, and you could see why - it was unplugged. You turned to the camera for “Trick Room”, but something was odd about it - it was showing footage of the central room you had been sitting in. You hadn’t even noticed a security camera in there, but what you were looking at on the screen was definitely the room Saoirse had taken you to.

Finally, you turned to the monitor labeled “Magic Room”. It looked very much like an operating room, except it was empty. You remembered the yelp you had heard earlier, and it made you think… Luckily, there was a button on the control board that correlated to every monitor. With a tap of the one that said ‘MR’, and a push of the ‘rewind’ key, you were able to turn back time several minutes to see if you could see anything.

And then you did.

Two Shell members could be seen wearing rubber protective hazmat-type gear. They were conversing with one another, both standing directly in front of the table, obscuring it from sight. The one on the left turned to the wall near where the camera was situated and placed his hand over a switch, above which hung a sign that said “DANGER: HIGH VOLTAGE. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.” The other counted down from five with his fingers, and upon hitting zero, the man flipped the switch on the wall. The lights in the room flickered briefly. The Shell on the right then signaled for the other to stop. The Shell on the left hit the button again. The lights flickered once more. The one on the right ran to the back, behind the table and picked up a phone that hung on the wall. His eyes widened and he hung up. The one on the left removed his gear and walked off screen.

On the table lay a small orange Pokemon with a swirl on its chest and a flame-like tuft of fur on its head. Several electrodes were hooked up to various parts of its body, and it was held down by metal limb restraints. It looked barely conscious, and the men quickly removed the restraints, lifting the chimp-like Pokemon off of the table and into a carrying cage before quickly disappearing off screen, the last time you saw them before the video feed returned to stillness.
Shocked by what he had just witnessed, Sypher stood in horror, his body locked up in disgust. Still coming back to his senses he slammed his fist on the desk mirroring Ehrmantraut. "The fuck is this bullshit! I had heard that the Shells were bunch of scum, but I never imagined they would go this far." Realizing that he had slammed the desk he reminded himself why he was here. "Calm down, Sypher... breath... breath... why are you here? Recon... Figure out what you can and get out." Pulling out his phone he proceeded to snap photos of the room. Then he forced himself to rewind the feed of the "Magic Room" such that he could record it.

Sypher found himself sobbing as he watched the captive Chimchar convulse, the poor creature's tormented cries amplifying his own with each gasp. Then came the phone, and he noticed the timing of it all. Saoirse leaving the room, the yelling that he had heard that seemed to match the wailing of the Chimchar, then the silences. Maybe his presence had at least bought the little ape some time. As his mood swung from grief to anger he whispered to himself "Don't worry little guy, I'm gonna get you and who ever else is trapped in the purgatory out of here. I might not be able to do it quickly, but I'm going to help." He slipped his phone into his pocket, leaving it ready to record audio as he planned to get what information he could out of Saoirse. His business done here and with his brow furrowed and gritted teeth, Sypher returned to waiting room to calm himself, resolved to fuck-up the Shell's day.
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Old 05-31-2017, 11:06 PM   #127
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You lifted the hat off the ground before entering the open door, once again checking to make sure no one was paying attention. You weren't sure if the competitor on stage had noticed you or not, but one thing was certain: now was the best time to act. You snapped the guard hat onto your head and entered the room...

The incredibly dim lights flickered. Whatever this place was, it was very much like a storage room; crates were stacked upon crates, and wooden pallets lined the floor. You walked through the narrow room carefully and quietly, past some empty beer boxes and slowly turning ventilation fans that lined the walls. The sound of water ran through a few pipes, emanating from the large water heater in the back corner. And then, something caught your attention... a single door on the other side of the long room, propped open with a pair of shoes. You slowly and carefully walked up to it and peeked around the corner, and...

The room was warm and immediately smelled of death. You stepped inside. The first thing you noticed was the table in the center of the room, draped in a white sheet. Except... no, there was something under the sheet, unmoving. You remembered the Manectric, and immediately understood.

Like the previous room, it was dimly lit in here, too, save for a small, flickering orange glow. A large chute in the wall was exposed by an open, steel-plated door, upon which read 'INCINERATOR - KEEP LOCKED AT ALL TIMES'. A Shell uniform shirt with a minute amount of blood on it dangled loosely over the edge of the aperture. Your concentration was broken by the sound of dripping, which came from the corner opposite the apparent crematory. You turned to look. Droplets of blood fell slowly from the large vent in the ceiling, creating a tiny puddle on the ground below it. You slowly moved toward it, and upon closer inspection realized that it wasn't, in fact a puddle. Instead, you could see very crudely drawn in blood were the characters 'B 1 F'. A small amount of blood ran outward from the apparent message, forming a trail to the very back corner of the room. Your eyes followed the line of drying blood into the shadows, noticing it came to a sudden stop at a pair of three crates. In the darkness behind them, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared, gazing at you intently. Her blood-soaked tail and blood-stained fangs became apparent as she slowly slid into the light. It was Orchrist.
Duke let out a wide and warm grin as he recognized his long-time companion. Walking up close to her, he offers a gentle caress before affectionately coming forehead to forehead. "Excellent job, Chris. I'm proud." He whispered, patting her twice on her neck before backing out once again. He didn't mind the blood nor its implications, after all, he had trained his Pokemon to hone their potential to deadliest perfection, rather than hold back to protect lives that endangered his own. Even cops were trained to shoot for the kill and ask questions later, given the right context. Such was the nature of the beast, and Duke did not feel sorry one bit. Chris on her end cared even less about the moral consecuences of her actions. Prey and threats all deserved the same fate, and if it earned her trainer's approval and praise in the process, then all the better.

As with the hat earlier, Balmund takes the bloodstained uniform in favor over his current wear. As long as nobody was staring or paying attention, it should be enough to allow him to bypass areas with tighter security, and at the very least, it should provide more cover than the hat alone. Hastily changing clothes, he dumps his shirt and jacket behind the set of crates in the room's corner, though not without relocating his radio into his pocket. He wondered briefly if the signal would follow through the deeper they went in.

"So, B1F, eh? Stairs or elevator? Either way, I'm taking the lead from now on. Stay out of sight and cover me."
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Old 06-01-2017, 03:05 PM   #128
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Meetan: As you made your way through the rundown streets of Shanty Heights, the surroundings only ever seemed to become more bleak and grey. Lotad toddled along beside you, his almost absurd hue only causing the area to seem more depressing. What passed as houses in the area were little more than cobbled together huts made of what materials could be found, corrugated sheets of iron acting as walls with near rotted hangings of wood masquerading as doors. Still, there seemed to be a resilience in the place. A determination to survive and exist despite the the turmoil, despite the awful cards dealt to the few inhabitants. Overhead the clouds hung dismal and yet, here and there the light shone through, breaking the dark curtain to shine down below. There was some hope here, despite the crushing grip of reality.

As you make your way deeper into the Heights, a sound catches your ears, Lotad turning his gaze up towards you to quiz for a reaction. Turning towards a nearby alleyway - or at least, that was what it most closely resembled, a small gap between two handiwork houses - you manage to spot a small figure huddled over. It was clearly a child, crying his eyes out, completely unaware of your presence due to his own distress. His legs, from what you could see, were covered in bruises and scratches here and there, their number far too many to have been gathered from playing with friends and taking a tumble. He had dirty blonde hair, with it not being quite clear whether the odd streaks of brown were in fact natural or were clods of mud adhered to the strands of hair. His clothing was similarly dirtied and torn, barely fit for purpose, but as harsh as the reality was this was it for the people of the Heights. Either way, the boy was in clear need of help, but given the reputation of the area it would never be certain whether this was a legitimate cry for assistance or a well rehearsed ploy.
The sound was jarring, and it was to the point that it made Alice upset. She had never wanted children of her own, and she'd always been chill enough that only the highest pitch of noises could get to her. As it was, when a child was crying like that, it tugged at her heartstrings, and the trainer could see the Lotad was upset by it, too. The cynicism inside did make Alice hesitate, but not for very long. If they suspected every tiny thing then there was no way they could help anyone.

So, despite herself, she and the bright dual type approached the crying boy. They were careful so as not to startle him, but also to give enough distance that if he tried to jump them they had enough leeway to maybe scramble for it. "Hey there. Excuse me," Alice asked gently, "Do you mind us asking what happened? Is there something we could help you with? We're not here to cause trouble. Pinky promise and all that."

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Old 06-01-2017, 03:53 PM   #129
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Connor - This has certainly not been your day so far. After having to deal with one crazy event after another you take some much needed time to collect your thoughts. While you're feeling a bit frustrated and trying to figure out what to do, your Pokémon are having a bit of a disagreement and you're completely unaware. In the end, despite Sophie being very vocal about her protests, it seems that Samson won out. You decide you aren't going to sit back and let Thornhammer tell you what to do and begin to head down the tunnel after him. He's alone, so he is most likely going to need help at some point.

Since the Swirlix is giving off a lot of light it is easy to track where he has gone because you can still see the glow in the distance. You're a bit annoyed about the entire situation but you continue to move on ahead anyway, making sure you're moving faster than the light so that you will eventually catch up. Only you start to move a bit too fast causing you to trip and land in even more mud. You get up and continue forward. Suddenly the light stops moving and you're catching up much faster now. You squint a bit to get a better look at what's going on and you can see the gang member with the Solrock as well as a second gang member you hadn't seen before and he has a Glameow with him. Oddly enough none of them seem to be talking, they are all just glaring at each other.

Finally you're close, but you stand back about 40 feet to observe before you make your move. You aren't hiding at all but they seem too preoccupied with glaring at each other to notice you anyway. And suddenly, the silence is broken. "Alright boys, I say it's about time you turn yourselves in. You can't run from the law forever and I wouldn't want to have to use force." Thornhammer is as confident as ever. The Rib member you saw before just let's out that same laugh he was giving the Shells earlier. You just can't seem to understand that laugh. That is, until you see it. You are viewing him from the side and you suddenly spot what you believe clearly looks like a gun attached to his belt behind him. It looks like everything about your day is getting more and more dangerous by the minute. He finally gets the laughter out of his system, "Chyea, Imma pass on dat. Da boss hooked me up wit his good luck charm today." He slowly reaches behind him toward the gun and you freeze. Suddenly, his buddy has something to say. "Yo, how's about we battle it out?" His friend seems to be slightly better spoken, though not by much. Fortunately, his friend seemed to distract him and he is no longer reaching for the gun. He also seems to have his guard completely down right now.

You notice that Thornhammer's usual confidence seems to waver for just a moment. "Fine, my partner had just let me know he would be here soon on this here radio so I'll take on that challenge since he'll be here to back me up before we know it!" He's bluffing. You know very well that his radio wasn't able to get any signal in here, and you have seen no sign of his partner this entire time. Thornhammer throws a pokeball releasing a Houndour, it seems that Junior Detective Creampuff will be sitting this one out.

"Glameow use Fake Out!"

"Solrock, follow dat up wit Rock Throw!"

And so, the 2 against 1 battle begins.
Great. Things were going just great. Sweeney's decision to follow the marshal to ensure he didn't get into too much trouble seemed to have been the wise one - at least, with regards to safeguarding the marshals well being, that was. His own ... not so much. Looking towards the two gang members, the fact that one of them was in possession of a gun that he clearly had little qualms about using was the most immediate danger in the mind of Sweeney. The Bartender had his fair share of run ins when it came to idiots who were willing to use weapons, and the situations never resolved themselves well if you simply tried to reason with them. No, this would require a little more. The only saving grace was that his partner seemed a little more reasonable. Thank heavens for small miracles.

Opening one of his Poke Balls while trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, Sweeney looked towards the figure of Ivy as the Bellsprout materialised in a shimmer of crimson light. The Grass type wasn't exactly what Sweeney might call a great friend - their partnership was built much more on an amicable basis of "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours". Still, Ivy seemed happy enough to help out where possible. He wasn't unreasonable. Sweeney just had to hope the Grass type would be compliant today. Nodding to Sophie, Sweeney allows the Solosis access to his mind so that she can relay the details to Ivy, isolating her signal so that only those intended to were receving the information.

"Okay Ivy, Sweeney wants you to try use Vine Whip to grab the gun from that guys waist. If that's not possible, make do with knocking Glameow away from Houndour with a Vine Whip after it uses Fake Out."
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The Ribcage Mall.

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: You could see Kai was beginning to tire in the field, but you and she remained resolute in the face of adversity as the Vaporeon carefully watches her foe, the fox taking a moment to hone its small claws against some of the rubble, if in some discomfort as the toxin started to work against it, before approaching the Vaporeon casually. Thankfully, your companion was having none of this nonsense, enduring and bracing herself while watching carefully, keeping herself in a defensive position as the Zorua attempted to feint around her, the pair in a standoff.

"Just hit 'er already!" Ross roars after a minute or two of this circling, the Zorua taking the chance to attack by pouncing with paws outstretched, but Kakahai is more than prepared, standing her ground and shoving into the strike. Claws rake at her, but the smaller pokemon is muscled off as the Vaporeon stomps the ground, unleashing her innermost hidden power to pummel the fox with a small barrage of energy orbs from the ground. This, combined with the standoff, leads to the Zorua coughing hard as the poison intensifies, causing slight convulsions and wearing down energy and stamina.

"Alright, now or never! Get up and bounce!"

With surprising agility, the Zorua hops back a couple of paces before suddenly leaping up high onto another post, bouncing off the top and diving for Kakahai, the Vaporeon having little opportunity to evade as the fox barrels down onto her, smacking into her back, before leaping back, stumbling as it does as the Vaporeon is knocked down with a yelp to a chorus of gasps from the spectating Ribs. As she tries to get up, you notice her hip seems stiff, as though in the throes of paralysis as Ross crosses his arms and begins to laugh in a dastardly manner.

"Gyah ha ha! He got the para...WHUH?!?"

His reaction only makes your initial worries melt away, just as the skin around the hip of your pokemon seems to bubble, as the rain outside seems to have affected the Vaporeon in more than one way. Though not directly bolstering her water moves, the proximity and intensity of the storm has activated her hydration, the stiffening joints loosening as your partner stands up in defiance of this mere fox, the Zorua just as surprised, before opening her mouth and blasting it with a beam of frigid energy before Loki can react. The icy ray shoves the fox into the pillar it hopped off of, causing further injury, and by the time it subsides, between the poison and the impact, the tables have turned, the Zorua having trouble focusing out of minor concussion and nausea.

With Ross dumbfounded, you have the opportunity to finish this fight off, as the Vaporeon's second wind and greater stamina pool have enabled her to withstand the assault, though you note that Kakahai would require some rest after this given her inexperience in battle. With the Tricky Fox completely open, now's your chance!


Crystal Grove.

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: With the evidence around you and Bryan's nasty leer at your presence, you state to Donovan your intentions to interrogate the woman, to which he nods.

"Alright, go ahead," he replies, unlocking the metal door as you and Meowth enter, your feline friend not at all comfortable outside with that angry man. Once inside, you hear the door clang shut and lock, a little concerned until you rationalise this would prevent her making a break for it, if possible. The floor beneath you feels fairly sturdy, yet slightly hollow, as though it was built over a gap, but your current goal was getting the woman to talk.

Walking up to her, you examine her closely, finding she's making efforts to veil herself from you. Opting to take things gently, you crouch to her level and begin to talk with her.*** Silent at first for a moment or two, the woman slowly turns her head towards you, revealing a face with a prominent black eye, swollen shut, while her other eye glistens with moisture, a pale grey.

Looking back at Bryan with a leer that would lower the defence of the Unfezant with the biggest pecks, you can see Donovan clenching his hand into a fist, unimpressed with the physicality the man took, until a faint feminine voice behind you catches your attention, mostly due to how familiar it sounds to you, like the voice of a certain Banette you know.

"...no...or...it...or..."

Returning to the woman, you ask her to repeat what she said, as Donovan and Bryan begin to strongly argue behind you, Mike having legged it as soon as the pair began. With their escalating bickering, you find it hard to hear her words, but make out a snippet: Amanda. Presumably her name, even Meowth starts to get a headache, the Scratch Cat yelling at the two men to pipe down as the pair begin to muscle into each other, Bryan shoving Donovan backward into a button on the wall as the woman finds the energy to repeat her words, the voice being the one thing your ears are attuned to.

"...not a floor, it's a trap door..."

As the man hits the button, Bryan storms off in a huff as a loud creak beneath you sinks the deal to you, as Donovan barks at his cohort in anger before turning to you, face etched in horror as you, Meowth and the woman are swallowed up by the hole that's opened, the last thing you hear from the man being a panicked yell.

"Shit, sorry! Brace, Keith!"

As the doors above you creak back up, the three of you are sent hurtling down a slope, and before you're blinded by the sudden darkness, you discover the red on her shoulder as her arm shifts in flailing to be...a red R, scarred into her shoulder.

-----

"Wake up!"

You feel a soft object repeatedly thump into your head, aches all over as you wake up to find Meowth giving you a boot with his foot. Groggily rising, you find yourselves in a dim, large circular chamber, the architecture reminiscent of a medieval castle dungeon, though without the chains, and a floor littered with small pieces of what looks like white wood. As you get your bearings, Meowth fills you in on the situation: You, he and the woman fell, slid down numerous slopes and landed in this...place, with you and the girl knocked out from the rough landing while the pokemon managed to naturally land on his feet, though you suspect him to be lying given the Meowth-shaped indent he's trying to cover up.

Behind you, the woman seemingly known as Amanda lies unconscious, having given in to pain, and while you have no obligation to remain with her, the better part of you decides to wait for her recovery, when you hear scratching within the walls, something Meowth states he's been hearing since the drop. Looking up, you find no way back up, though there is an archway at the other side of the chamber. Worse, you must have fell quite a distance as your Pokegear has no signal, though it does retain most of its normal functions.

You hear the scratching once more, only louder, and as you take a second glance at the wood, you come to the discovery that these aren't sticks, but fragments of bone. As though Arceus Himself was waiting for you to find this out, the source of the scratching comes into view, pouring from holes in the wall.

Rattata. Lots, and lots of Rattata. Many purple, many black, many scrawny, few with fat. Each and every single one of them looks at the three of you with an almost predatory gaze, as the source of the bones becomes clear. Your dex can count them, but it'll take some time for an accurate count, but from what you can tell by their physique, they're not going to back away unless properly routed...

How will you deal with the tide of rats, both normal and alolan?


The Bastion of Vacuous Dreams.

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: The fates would know better than to presume you to be a mere normal person, and with the feeling of spectation, you decide to play fair to the mannequins on the throne, giving a respectful bow and apology for the intrusion, before heading in for a closer look at them.

The lack of answer from anywhere tells you that on further inspection the mannequins are, indeed, just mannequins, despite the attire. A closer look, however, reveals each holds a card in their hand. Taking a look at each card, you discover them to be tarot cards, The Emperor and The Empress respectively, and you feel unusually compelled to take them, even as you try to resist. As your hands grasp and pull the cards from the mannequins, with another apology leaving your lips, the mannequins crumble to nothing before you, as though they had sat there for an eternity.

However, what truly catches you off guard is what you feel holding each. Lifting them both, you find each card to be partially tangible, as though you can hold onto just one, the other seemingly on the verge of not existing. With what grip you have, you examine each in detail. The Empress card depicts you sitting on a throne holding a sceptre, while the Emperor shows you sitting on a throne holding an ankh above you. Both thrones are black with golden trim, inset with aquamarines. Around the room, you find each of the tables to be cloaked in darkness so deep they're hidden, and indeed the only light in the room emanates from the two cards in your hand, flickering between physical and surreal, as you feel the urge to let go of one...but which will you choose? Empress, or Emperor?
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Deoxys: Refusing to throw caution to the wind with regards to the happenings unfurling around you, your decision is to slowly edge down the corridor, trying to find where the light finally ends. You led with your foot, swiping aside any pieces of stray glass which may become a hindrance for the soft pads of your partner Pokemon, You make slow progress as intended, but with every overhead light bulb you pass, the darkness feels more oppressive, more complete. The almost unnatural phenomenon even begins to unnerve Umbra despite his affinity for the dark. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you stand beneath the final light bulb. Looking around using what little light was remaining, you find that there is nothing even resembling a door anywhere near you. However, an important observation was made. The grinding noise had stopped. Whatever was moving after you either approved of your actions ... or was close to catching up.

Umbra wasted no time in enacting his orders, refusing to sit and wait to find out which of those had occurred. With a growl, he ignites his entire with a flash of black energy, leaping off a nearby wall and propelling himself towards the overhead light bulb With a crash, Umbra smashes into the light bulb ... which abruptly vanishes rather than smashing. A tinny cackle can be heard ringing around the area, the sound reverberating everywhere and impossible to entirely pin down. As quickly as it began, the laughter stops, but someone - or something - comes lumbering towards you down the corridor from within the darkness. The figure is vaguely humanoid, but the way it was staggering seemed unnatural, much more closely resembling an animated corpse than anything else. The hair on Umbra's back stood to dogged attention - whatever it was, it seemed real enough this time, and it didn't seem like your Umbreon wanted to gamble on it being another illusion.
Hiero and Umbra took a step back as the trainer tried to come up with a plan. There wasn't time to waste. "Shit," Hiero muttered. Umbreon whined. Whatever that thing was, it was getting closer by the moment.

"Umbra, at this point, there are only three options I can think of. We run, we fight, or we do something completely unpredictable." The Umbreon shook anxiously. "The first option won't work. The third option might work, but I don't think that it's time yet." Hiero paused, noting his Umbreon's shaken demeanor. He looked back up at the unearthly silhouette that became closer by the second. "Umbra, you've done enough for now. It's time to fight fire with fire." Hiero pulled out his Umbreon's Pokeball and retrieved it, returning the ball to his pack and pulling out another. "Thanks Umbra, but I know what I need to do now."

Hiero stepped forward toward the lumbering figure - whatever it was. "While it's true I've never seen anything like this, I've spent enough time around ghosts over the years to know that sometimes the best way to handle them is to just face them head on. If it wants to play, then I'll give it the performance of a lifetime." Hiero spun the Pokeball in his hands and tossed it to the ground. It bounced, revealing his Mimikyu. "Noppera, here's the situation. We don't have much time - the enemy is dead ahead, and barreling for us quickly. There are only a few Pokemon, specifically ghosts, capable of something like this, and I know you know that just as well as I do." The Mimikyu nodded. "You're most primed to handle this situation." Hiero reached his arm around his back and unzipped a pocket on his backpack. Whatever that thing was, it was far closer to reaching the pair than it had been a moment ago. Hiero pulled his hand out and opened his fist, revealing 9 Rare Candies. "Pera." The Mimikyu turned to its trainer, ready to fight. "I think it's time. Just to be safe." Hiero through the candies onto the floor besides the Mimikyu. The Pokemon understood, quickly zooming over top of the candies and consuming them.

(Mimikyu has reached Level 14! Mimikyu learned Baby-Doll Eyes and Shadow Sneak!)

Energized from the treats, the Mimikyu quickly turned to its opponent, its claws primed defensively. "KkKKkKkKkKyYyyYYykK"

"Pera! Use Shadow Sneak on the enemy! Follow up with a powerful Wood Hammer and, if it fights back, do what you do best - be a Copycat and give it a taste of its own medicine!"

Hiero stood in a defensive position, and somehow managed to crack a smile. "You want to dance? Let's dance."
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: With the evidence around you and Bryan's nasty leer at your presence, you state to Donovan your intentions to interrogate the woman, to which he nods.

"Alright, go ahead," he replies, unlocking the metal door as you and Meowth enter, your feline friend not at all comfortable outside with that angry man. Once inside, you hear the door clang shut and lock, a little concerned until you rationalise this would prevent her making a break for it, if possible. The floor beneath you feels fairly sturdy, yet slightly hollow, as though it was built over a gap, but your current goal was getting the woman to talk.

Walking up to her, you examine her closely, finding she's making efforts to veil herself from you. Opting to take things gently, you crouch to her level and begin to talk with her.*** Silent at first for a moment or two, the woman slowly turns her head towards you, revealing a face with a prominent black eye, swollen shut, while her other eye glistens with moisture, a pale grey.

Looking back at Bryan with a leer that would lower the defence of the Unfezant with the biggest pecks, you can see Donovan clenching his hand into a fist, unimpressed with the physicality the man took, until a faint feminine voice behind you catches your attention, mostly due to how familiar it sounds to you, like the voice of a certain Banette you know.

"...no...or...it...or..."

Returning to the woman, you ask her to repeat what she said, as Donovan and Bryan begin to strongly argue behind you, Mike having legged it as soon as the pair began. With their escalating bickering, you find it hard to hear her words, but make out a snippet: Amanda. Presumably her name, even Meowth starts to get a headache, the Scratch Cat yelling at the two men to pipe down as the pair begin to muscle into each other, Bryan shoving Donovan backward into a button on the wall as the woman finds the energy to repeat her words, the voice being the one thing your ears are attuned to.

"...not a floor, it's a trap door..."

As the man hits the button, Bryan storms off in a huff as a loud creak beneath you sinks the deal to you, as Donovan barks at his cohort in anger before turning to you, face etched in horror as you, Meowth and the woman are swallowed up by the hole that's opened, the last thing you hear from the man being a panicked yell.

"Shit, sorry! Brace, Keith!"

As the doors above you creak back up, the three of you are sent hurtling down a slope, and before you're blinded by the sudden darkness, you discover the red on her shoulder as her arm shifts in flailing to be...a red R, scarred into her shoulder.

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"Wake up!"

You feel a soft object repeatedly thump into your head, aches all over as you wake up to find Meowth giving you a boot with his foot. Groggily rising, you find yourselves in a dim, large circular chamber, the architecture reminiscent of a medieval castle dungeon, though without the chains, and a floor littered with small pieces of what looks like white wood. As you get your bearings, Meowth fills you in on the situation: You, he and the woman fell, slid down numerous slopes and landed in this...place, with you and the girl knocked out from the rough landing while the pokemon managed to naturally land on his feet, though you suspect him to be lying given the Meowth-shaped indent he's trying to cover up.

Behind you, the woman seemingly known as Amanda lies unconscious, having given in to pain, and while you have no obligation to remain with her, the better part of you decides to wait for her recovery, when you hear scratching within the walls, something Meowth states he's been hearing since the drop. Looking up, you find no way back up, though there is an archway at the other side of the chamber. Worse, you must have fell quite a distance as your Pokegear has no signal, though it does retain most of its normal functions.

You hear the scratching once more, only louder, and as you take a second glance at the wood, you come to the discovery that these aren't sticks, but fragments of bone. As though Arceus Himself was waiting for you to find this out, the source of the scratching comes into view, pouring from holes in the wall.

Rattata. Lots, and lots of Rattata. Many purple, many black, many scrawny, few with fat. Each and every single one of them looks at the three of you with an almost predatory gaze, as the source of the bones becomes clear. Your dex can count them, but it'll take some time for an accurate count, but from what you can tell by their physique, they're not going to back away unless properly routed...

How will you deal with the tide of rats, both normal and alolan?
Donovan went and unlocked the cell door, allowing Keith inside. Meowth normally would've been rather apprehensive about going into the same room as a potential Rocket, but right now, he was more interested in the added distance this would put between him and Bryan- the Normal-type was not at all comfortable being anywhere near such an angry man, and Keith couldn't say he blamed him in the slightest.

The floor felt odd somehow. That was Keith's first impression of the cell. It felt sturdy, but... somehow it felt as though there was nothing really beneath the floor. An odd sensation indeed. But then, he wasn't in the cell to question the structural integrity, now was he? Therefore, he pushed the odd feeling out of his mind and approached the woman whom he was in the cell to question.

The woman was making an effort to hide herself from Keith, clearly apprehensive about his presence. And if Bryan was really as tough on her as had been implied, Keith could easily imagine her not taking well to someone else coming in to interrogate her. But Keith was determined to not escalate things any if they needn't escalate. He crouched down, got down to her level. "Hey," he said, his voice calm and gentle. "Alright, so, listen- I don't know what exactly your story is, but I'd be interested to find out. My name's Keith, this here is Meowth. What's your name?" he asked.

In lieu of an answer, Keith got... silence. But he was patient, he wasn't gonna rush this woman. If he tried to rush the process, he could very well bring it to a standstill instead. Whatever Bryan's methods were, they clearly didn't work, so it stood to reason that this gentler, more patient approach was worth a shot. But then, the woman slowly turned to look at Keith. One of her eyes could be seen to be a pale shade of grey, and moist with tears. I say one of her eyes because the other eye was blackened, swollen shut. Keith's mouth fell open a bit at this sight, and he turned to Bryan, giving him a positively frightening look as the man's interrogation method of choice came to light. No wonder this woman was afraid to be interrogated again, if this was what she'd come to associate with interrogation!

Donovan, it seemed, was similarly displeased with Bryan's brutal interrogation techniques, though Keith's mind was swiftly yanked away from this as he heard a voice. A soft, feminine voice. One that sounded almost familiar to him, familiar in a way that made his heart leap involuntarily. "...Could you please repeat that?" Keith asked the woman, for it was she who had spoken, and whatever she said, it was pretty much inaudible to him, having been practically whispered.

"Hey!" Meowth exclaimed, shouting at Bryan and Donovan as their argument continued to escalate. "Pipe down, will ya? Dis ain't helpin' nuttin'!" He groaned as his words went utterly unheeded, but Keith did not share his irritation, his mind and ears completely focused on the woman, who sure enough repeated her words, this time a bit clearer. And just as her words sank in, Bryan had shoved Donovan into a button in the wall that served to drive the point home- the reason the cell's floor had felt odd to Keith was because it was a gigantic trap door. A giant trap door activated by a button on the wall outside the cell. The same button Bryan had shoved Donovan into.

"...Oh, crap," Keith said, looking down.

And down they went! Keith, Meowth, and the woman (whose name, if certain overheard snippets of Bryan and Donovan's argument were to be believed, was Amanda) all plummeted down. The last thing Keith saw was the red on Amanda's shoulder- a red letter R, scarred into her flesh. Keith had to admit, that sort of thing really did scream Team Rocket affiliation. And the last thing Keith heard was Donovan's apology. He would've yelled back up that he'd be OK, but one, he was too startled by the sudden situation, and two, he was a just a bit too busy losing consciousness.

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"Wake up!"

"Wh- gah- Meowth, what the..." Keith groaned, his eyes opening slowly. "Where the... What... What the hell happened? What was hitting me just now?"

"My foot," Meowth responded. "I was tryin' ta wake youse up. Yer welcome."

"Where the hell are we?" Keith asked, looking around. It looked like a medieval dungeon of some sort, minus the chains, though pieces of what appeared to be white wood were scattered all around.

"We's way under the cell dey was keepin' Amanda in," said Meowth. "I dunno how far we fell, but it was a long way. Dis is where we landed, and me bein' me-owth, naturally I landed on my feet," he purred.

"Uh-huh," smirked Keith. "And that Meowth-shaped indent on the floor behind you, what, that was there from the start?"

"OK, youse hit yer head, yer seein' tings," Meowth snapped, though he still attempted to conceal the indent his hilarious crash-landing had made from Keith. "So, wat about her?" he asked, gesturing to Amanda. "She's out cold from da crash landing."

"Well, let's try to help her," stated Keith. "We don't know what her deal is just yet, and I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt as long as I don't have a reason not to- Meowth, what's that?" he added, for a scratching sound came to his attention.

"Watever it is, I been hearin' it since we fell down here," shrugged Meowth. "Startin' ta freak me out," he added nervously. At this, Keith hastily checked his possessions. Poké Balls? On his belt. PokéGear? Intact and functional, though didn't get a signal down here. Z-Ring and Poisonium Z? On his wrist. Mega Hat? On his head. Backpack? On his back, contents undisturbed. And his Pokédex? Safe and sound. And not a moment too soon, for a second look around the room gave Keith a most disturbing revelation. Those fragments of white wood? They weren't white wood. They were bones.

And as Keith realized this, as if on cue, countless rodents practically poured out of the walls. The purple ones Keith recognized as Rattata, having owned one himself for a brief time, but the black ones, similar though they looked to Rattata, were new to him. He pointed his Pokédex at one of these black rodents.

"Rattata- Alola Form- the Mouse Pokémon. A Dark and Normal-type," said the Pokédex. Rattata gnaws through doors, infiltrates people's homes, and steals whatever food it finds. It becomes active when the sun goes down, and searches for good food for the Raticate boss of its nest."

"So Rattata has an Alola Form as well," Keith remarked, though this was honestly the very last thing on his mind at the moment. Much more pressing was the sheer number of Rattata, Alola Form and Normal Form, as well as the hungry, predatory look every last one of them was giving Keith.

"...Dis is bad," Meowth squeaked, climbing up Keith and taking his usual spot on his Trainer's shoulder.

"Maybe it is," Keith nodded. "Maybe for most people a pack of hungry Rattata might pose a problem. But," he grinned, plucking the Christmas Ball off his belt and enlarging it. "For us? Not so much." And he enlarged the Christmas Ball and heaved it. "It's dinner time, Marvolo!" he declared as the ball split open, and in a swirl of snowflakes, a powerful Seviper materialized.

The Poison-type's mouth fell open, the Seviper practically salivating at the sight that met his eyes. Far from fearful of the multitude of Rattata, Marvolo was hungry. "Oooh, yes, what a lovely selection," he hissed ominously. "I see we even have Alolan cuisine on the menu tonight," he added, spotting the black Rattata. "Never had the pleasure, but it's been on my to-do list."

"Have at 'em, Marv," stated Keith. "If you get full, keep fighting them off, whether you kill 'em, knock 'em out, or drive 'em away. You get the idea- just keep them away from us."

And Marvolo did not need telling twice! His piercing Glare would surely freeze all those looking at him in place, after which he'd start going on the offensive, seeing how many kills he'd get from firing a single Swift attack at the whole pack. And if he was starting to get surrounded, it would surely be nothing that a good Brutal Swing couldn't fix. And of course, any Rattata he could get in his mouth were as good as dinner.
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Carrie strode through a rather nice street, her loyal hound Fwoofy lapping bravely at her heels. The sun beat nicely down on the two, feeling rather like a nice massage more than anything. The sound of her friend's paws pattering against the paved road behind her set Carrie's heart at ease, helping reassure her and assuage the fears she'd felt about the gangs that supposedly roamed this general area. That, and she took care to visit a nice, safe area. Comparatively,
at least.
"I hope mom isn't too mad..."

She held up a wad of cash she'd saved before setting out on her quest, the money feeling nice and crisp between her fingers. She rather liked new money,
it had a certain chippy texture that was odd for a parchment and rather pleasant to the touch.
"That was delicious though!"
Absentmindedly Carrie licked some ice cream off the fingers of her other hand, the taste of vanilla complimenting her new freedom well.
"Still more than enough to live for a week or so!"
A sound made her stop in her tracks...or rather, the lack of one. Fwoofy scooted aggressively in front of her, teeth bared.


"Wh, what is it?"
Fear started to creep into Carrie's voice. Even if Fwoofy behaved this way about everyone (that poor ice cream vendor seemed like he was afraid Fwoofy would bite his hand off!) it was rare he got this proactive.
"Um, Fwoofy, what's wrong?"
Quickly she stuffed her money back in her pocket, but it was still withing easy reach for disposal if she got mugged.

Fortunately, this proved not to be the case. Upon inspection she realized he wasn't angry but playing with a discarded chew toy he'd found.
"Ew, please, please don't-"
She said, leaning over and taking it. He gave it up easily, and fortunately it didn't look too dirty but it was from the ground so she tossed it in a bin.

She reassured her puppy with a few pats on the head and the two were walking once more, enjoying the sights and smells (even if Fwoofy growled at things more than was called for).
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"I was p-playing with some friends a-and ... this older boy came along. He said he was better than us, and that we had to do as he told us. He took my Pokemon too! I didn't know what to do ... I couldn't fight back without Muddy ..."

The boy begins to cry once again, despite how hard he was trying to hold the floodgates back. As he does so, you hear the sound of feet in the distance, a chorus of young children all calling out the same name - Terry. Turning towards the voices, the young boy pauses for a moment before deciding to shout back, giving them indication of where he was.

"Those are my other friends. None of them actually have Pokemon of their own, so they were counting on me. I let them down."

Terry swings a foot at a nearby pebble on saying this, the frustration of the situation coming to a head for the young child. The pebble strikes the nearby wooden wall, bouncing feebly back and coming to a halt in a lone puddle.


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The figure that had just been attacked slumps to the ground in a heap, all sense of tension fading from the body and atmosphere. As it does so, a faint cackling can be heard growing ever quieter above, as if it were beckoning you to dare follow. Moving forwards, you realise with a sudden blow that what you had just struck wasn't any kind of apparition. The woman from earlier lay unconscious on the ground, the whites of her eyes showing. Her injuries from earlier were still intact, but without warning, your vision blurs once again. The injuries fade from the body, but importantly she remains. As your vision finally comes back into full working order, you notice the woman stirring. Sitting up straight, she looks around for a moment, fear beginning to set into her eyes.

"Wh-where the hell am I?!"
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: You could see Kai was beginning to tire in the field, but you and she remained resolute in the face of adversity as the Vaporeon carefully watches her foe, the fox taking a moment to hone its small claws against some of the rubble, if in some discomfort as the toxin started to work against it, before approaching the Vaporeon casually. Thankfully, your companion was having none of this nonsense, enduring and bracing herself while watching carefully, keeping herself in a defensive position as the Zorua attempted to feint around her, the pair in a standoff.

"Just hit 'er already!" Ross roars after a minute or two of this circling, the Zorua taking the chance to attack by pouncing with paws outstretched, but Kakahai is more than prepared, standing her ground and shoving into the strike. Claws rake at her, but the smaller pokemon is muscled off as the Vaporeon stomps the ground, unleashing her innermost hidden power to pummel the fox with a small barrage of energy orbs from the ground. This, combined with the standoff, leads to the Zorua coughing hard as the poison intensifies, causing slight convulsions and wearing down energy and stamina.

"Alright, now or never! Get up and bounce!"

With surprising agility, the Zorua hops back a couple of paces before suddenly leaping up high onto another post, bouncing off the top and diving for Kakahai, the Vaporeon having little opportunity to evade as the fox barrels down onto her, smacking into her back, before leaping back, stumbling as it does as the Vaporeon is knocked down with a yelp to a chorus of gasps from the spectating Ribs. As she tries to get up, you notice her hip seems stiff, as though in the throes of paralysis as Ross crosses his arms and begins to laugh in a dastardly manner.

"Gyah ha ha! He got the para...WHUH?!?"

His reaction only makes your initial worries melt away, just as the skin around the hip of your pokemon seems to bubble, as the rain outside seems to have affected the Vaporeon in more than one way. Though not directly bolstering her water moves, the proximity and intensity of the storm has activated her hydration, the stiffening joints loosening as your partner stands up in defiance of this mere fox, the Zorua just as surprised, before opening her mouth and blasting it with a beam of frigid energy before Loki can react. The icy ray shoves the fox into the pillar it hopped off of, causing further injury, and by the time it subsides, between the poison and the impact, the tables have turned, the Zorua having trouble focusing out of minor concussion and nausea.

With Ross dumbfounded, you have the opportunity to finish this fight off, as the Vaporeon's second wind and greater stamina pool have enabled her to withstand the assault, though you note that Kakahai would require some rest after this given her inexperience in battle. With the Tricky Fox completely open, now's your chance!


Tate watched the battle play out almost tiredly, the brutality of the fight emotionally draining. To see Kai come out on top was a relief, but it came with its own burden: in order to put an end to this, they would have to deal the final blow. Kai seemed ready, but Tate was hesitant. It was such an ugly thing to do. Kahakai circled the ailing fox, liping faintly on her tired hip, eyes fierce and dangerous. Tate was on this verge of tears. Is this what they were going to be doing for the rest of their lives? It seemed awful. Kai seemed to enjoy it. Did Loki? His trainer sure had been keen on it.

"...tackle 'em," Tate said, finally, glancing away. "Pin 'em. Keep 'em down until he succumbs. I don't think he has much fight left in him, Kai."

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: Your surprise and confusion surrounding Neemee is shared with Chex, but given the unusual figure seems smarter than it looks, and the fact it hasn't tried to kill you, you feel you can trust them for now. Giving your response, the robed figure seems to bounce a little on the spot in joy.

"Many thankings to kyu! Me-me will open ghost tunnel now!" they squeak, as they shuffle over to a spot in the cobbled road, before seemingly procuring a thick branch from absolutely nowhere, digging it into the stone and then hefting down to raise the stones, revealing a shaft. Beckoning you and Chex over, Neemee enters first, the stick starting to strain a little from holding up the heavy rock.

"Please grab me-me's stick! Very close to me-me!" they echo as they descend, as you and your Scizor enter the tunnel despite the slight squeeze on the Scizor's part, the secret entrance closing with a dull thud, sealing you in darkness. As you continue to descend, you see a small flicker of orange beneath you, the stranger having conveniently lit up a torch. Reaching the bottom, you then notice the walls.

Solid stone, seemingly carved by something sharp and strong into dust, in an irregular waving pattern. Wherever this was beneath the cathedral complex, it was very far down.

"Very dark down here. Kyu have light-light though! Me-me lead way, kyu get lost on own. Bang-bang squads not know of ghost tunnel, only ghosts know!"

You and Chex proceed through the rocky cave behind Neemee slowly, as the only sounds you hear are your footsteps...specifically yours and your Scizor's. As you start to think, you notice that Neemee seems to be gliding across the ground, with no sign of feet moving, as though they didn't have any. The masked figure occasionally looks back at you, ensuring you haven't fell behind, giving the occasional squeak, until the three of you emerge at a larger cave, adorned with small gemstones you recognise as quartz, of little monetary value.

"Oh yes, me-me knows this cave! Close to big castle, gates above us! Far above us! Easy way in! Me-me has ways in!" Gesturing with their stick, Neemee points you towards a rocky rubble wall, clearly a cave-in which has occurred due to the lack of steady structure. "Wall fall down, tunnel to cat bee homes behind it! Me-me not strong, not move! Kyu come in, kyu move with hard bug, then me-me get self, we-we make bang-bang squads cry!"

At the request, you point Chex in the direction of the fallen rocks, asking him to clear the way. As the Scizor approaches, however, the stones begin to move, as if they have a mind of their own...the blockage grumbles and swirls into a vaguely humanoid shape, with lumpy fists and a crimson wedge in the centre. The figure then swings a stony fist forward, forcing Chex to hop back as what seems to be a Regirock stands before you...if Regirock were four foot tall and had large noses, which they most certainly do not.

"Ah! Pass-nose again! Very sneaks, such magnets, much ores, wow!" Neemee squeaks as Chex finds himself slowly pulled in the direction of the rock-caked Nosepass, which appears to be blocking the way forward. Well, you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, literally, and the golem-cosplaying moai doesn't want you to proceed, as a fight seems all but certain. How will you deal with this problem?
Chex seemed to share reservations with Michael about this Neemee character, but they merely seemed desperate for help at the moment, and they seemed to be very grateful when the two agreed to help them. "Many thankings to kyu! Me-me will open ghost tunnel now!" they said before magically materializing a stick and prying open one of the boulders, revealing a hidden passage leading downward. "Wait, ghost tunnel?" Michael asked. "Does that mean only ghosts can enter it? Would Chex have to stay outside?" No response from Neemee, they simply motioned Michael and Chex to the hole before climbing in. "Please grab me-me's stick! Very close to me-me!" Michael wasn't sure if Neemee meant, "Stick close to me, don't fall behind," or, "Grab the stick because it's close to me, and I don't want to lose it," but in either case it was prudent of the last person going in the tunnel to grab the stick, bring it down with them, and make sure the entrance stays a secret to those above ground. "Well, you first, Chex," Michael shrugged before the Scizor clambered in, the tight entrance scraping against his red carapace a bit but thankfully not enough to cause much noise, while Michael was last to enter, carefully lifting the stick up and into the tunnel with him, bringing the boulder down and extinguishing the light from the tunnel.

At least until Neemee produced a lit torch, at which point Michael could see the stone walls carved out by something, but what that something was he didn't know, maybe an Onix or Steelix? "Very dark down here," Neemee explained. "Kyu have light-light though! Me-me lead way, kyu get lost on own. Bang-bang squads not know of ghost tunnel, only ghosts know!"
"Only ghosts know?" echoed Michael. "So there are other ghosts who live in these parts..."

As the cave started to open out into a chamber full of quartz crystals, Michael noticed that the only footsteps being heard were his own and Chex's. Neemee wasn't making any sound at all as they traveled, and Michael took note of the mysterious guide floating around in the air just barely off the ground, as if they had no feet. "So you said you're a ghost?" Michael asked. "That's why you know about this tunnel?" I wonder what kind of ghost Neemee is, he thought to himself.
"Oh yes, me-me knows this cave!" Neemee replied. "Close to big castle, gates above us! Far above us! Easy way in! Me-me has ways in!" They then point towards a pile of rocks that seemed to be in the way of an opening. "Wall fall down, tunnel to cat bee homes behind it! Me-me not strong, not move! Kyu come in, kyu move with hard bug, then me-me get self, we-we make bang-bang squads cry!"
"Cat bee homes?" Michael muttered to himself, he had no idea what these "cat bees" that Neemee was talking about were. "So we're supposed to clear this path up? Chex should be able to handle that, right Chex?"
"Sure thing," Chex nodded before walking over to the boulders.

Before he could touch a single stone, however, some of them began to come to life, revealing a moving statue with a large nose and two stony appendages with two stubby feet. Did I mention this creature had a large nose? "Ah! Pass-nose again! Very sneaks, such magnets, much ores, wow!" Michael had to cover his face with his hand at that statement; memes aside, this Pokemon seemed to be in the way, and it had no intention of letting Achaekek go either. "Tch, I'm being pulled in by this thing!" the Scizor hissed, not used to the Rock-type's magnetic pull.
"Looks like we've got no choice," Michael sighed. "If that Nosepass wants you to come closer to it, it's about to get its wish. Rock Smash, Metal Claw, then Bullet Punch, make it regret picking a fight with you!"
"Right," Chex acknowledged, prepared to use the creature's magnetic pull against it for his first attack. And if it didn't let go after that, it better be ready for a beatdown.
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Meetan: On hearing your voice, the boy stops crying, the abrupt change seeming immediately suspicious, but once you see the legitimate despair within his eyes it becomes evident his sadness is genuine, whether it were part of some plot or not. Sniffing loudly, trying his best not to cry in front of you, he shakily stands to his feet, sheepishly looking down at the ground as he becomes to mumble his words.

"I was p-playing with some friends a-and ... this older boy came along. He said he was better than us, and that we had to do as he told us. He took my Pokemon too! I didn't know what to do ... I couldn't fight back without Muddy ..."

The boy begins to cry once again, despite how hard he was trying to hold the floodgates back. As he does so, you hear the sound of feet in the distance, a chorus of young children all calling out the same name - Terry. Turning towards the voices, the young boy pauses for a moment before deciding to shout back, giving them indication of where he was.

"Those are my other friends. None of them actually have Pokemon of their own, so they were counting on me. I let them down."

Terry swings a foot at a nearby pebble on saying this, the frustration of the situation coming to a head for the young child. The pebble strikes the nearby wooden wall, bouncing feebly back and coming to a halt in a lone puddle.
"Hey, hey-- it's okay. It's going to be okay." Alice assured. She couldn't begin to imagine Terry's despair. If she lost her Pokemon, she would be all alone. Every day, the trainer dreaded the thought that she would suddenly be ripped back into a reality where they wouldn't be with her. Alice's voice was gentle but firm, trying to convey resolution and care through magnified blue eyes and a tough tone, "I know you're scared, but I'm here. I'll try and get Muddy back for you, alright? Do you or your friends know anything about the older boy or where he might have gone?"
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PikeGod: The young girl seems to react favourably to the care shown by Princess, forgetting her worries for a moment and becoming engrossed in stroking the cute Stufful at her feet, gently patting her head. After a moment though, the implications of your words seem to take root within her realm of understanding, and she leaps back to her feet, eyes widening with fear once again.

"No ... no, no no. We can't go to them. Getting the marshals ... it would only end horribly."

Her eyes immediately go down to the ground as she says this, as if she had an acceptance of how ridiculous the notion must sound. Surely if something this terrible was happening, the authorities would be the people to contact about solving the issues? Still, this girl needed help, and Princess clearly wasn't going to entertain the thought of leaving the young girl to fend for herself. Luckily, the young girl seems happy to elaborate a little further.

"My friend and I were on the outskirts of the city. She's already a trainer - sort of - and we were trying to get a Pokemon for me. It would be my first. I wanted something cute!"

Her eyes lit up at this last statement, naturally drawn towards Princess who was still stood at the girls side. However, her tone quickly shifts once more as she remembers what had occurred.

"We were trying to follow a Pokemon that we were pretty sure was injured. There were really scary men everywhere. I can't really remember what they were saying ... but they were trying to move something heavy. They were trying to move it fast too. My friend and I tried to just run away but ... we got separated ... I'm pretty sure they managed to capture ... her ..."

The girls words slowly drift off as her tears begin to come back to the fore, her breathing making it hard for her to continue talking. As if to add more fuel to the fire, Princess abruptly stiffens, looking towards the far end of the alleyway. Two voices could be heard approaching, both clearly male, and both clearly quite annoyed.
There was something hinky going on, Melody could feel it. The girl didn’t want to go to the authorities, if she did something bad would happen. Immediately her mind went back to the disgusting cop. It wouldn’t have surprised her to find that there was some serious corruption going on in the precinct. But it also left her with a very difficult situation. Melody didn’t really know what to do, sure she could handle herself, and Princess wouldn’t leave the little girl all alone by herself. But Melody was just a small town girl, she may have talked a big game, honestly she wasn’t sure that she would really be able to do anything.

But she had to try, she didn’t like seeing the girl in the sheer amount of stress, plus it would still be a great PR opportunity. Well that, and Melody didn’t think that she would get Princess back if she just walked away. Before she even got a chance to say anything, to Melody’s surprise, the girl opened up and spilled what had happened.

Crap she thought This girl has managed to get involved with what could be a smuggling ring.

As if the world had decided that it hated it, the moment Melody thought that thought, Princess stiffened and she could hear voices coming down from the end of the alley way. Crap crap double crap.

“It’s gonna be alright,” she said to the girl, hopefully in a reassuring tone. “I’ll do the… I mean I will help you find your friend. But first things first, I need you to hide while I deal with these gentlemenn coming our way. Do you understand what I mean?”

Goddamn where was the media when you needed it, Melody felt like she was the goddamn heroine in an indie action movie. She motioned for Princess to come to her side and summoned her inner actress, ready to seem as girly, helpless and most importantly very very very blonde. Very very very very disarmingly blonde.
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Connor - You’re feeling very frustrated at this point since this entire day has done nothing but test your limits. Now you’re in some serious danger and yet you’re forced to play hero. You can’t take your mind off of that gun and know that something must be done about it or else something really bad might happen. While you’re thinking about that though, the two Ribs members proceed to gang up on Thornhammer and the odds don’t appear to be in his favor. You know that you have no time to waste and kneel down to quietly open up one of your pokeballs while praying they won’t notice you. Red light pours out of the ball and quietly dissipates, revealing a Bellsprout. You glance back up at the scene before you and it would appear that they are so distracted that not even the light got their attention! So far so good. You give Sophie access to your mind and she gets right to work relaying the plan to Ivy.

Ivy steadies himself and begins to use Vine Whip, extending his vines toward the members waist while making sure to not get caught. Meanwhile, Glameow has launched into battle and attempts to Fake Out the opponent. Ivy’s vines have finally made contact with the gun pulling it from the holster, bringing it back, and handing it off to you. Success! Glameow is already very close to making contact with Houndour but Ivy thinks he might still have a shot at preventing it. He is feeling a lot of adrenaline at this point and gets a bit sloppy with his vines, he does not manage to stop Glameow in time. He does, however, manage to sweep his vines through the air and into both of the gang members legs, completely knocking them over. At the same time, Glameow makes contact with Houdour who suddenly appears to be flinching unable to fight back. “Da hell!” All eyes are on you now. It would seem one thing Ivy successfully did was momentarily distract Solrock from attacking because of the commotion. However, the gang members are pissed. The one who had the gun reaches for his waist only to find nothing there. “What the-“ He looks up and sees the gun in your hand and looks at Ivy’s vines, quickly putting the pieces together. He then proceeds to reach into his pocket and pulls out a knife. “Alright you little shit-!” He quickly gets up, holds the knife in the air, and launches at Ivy.

At the same time as that, there is a battle still going down. The momentary delay fortunately gave Houndour time to recover from being faked out earlier. Solrock uses Rock Throw, launching a large rock toward Houndour who tries to leap out of the way. It still managed to hit, but it didn’t make complete contact so he is still better than he would have been had he still be flinching. “Houndour!! Quickly use Howl and then use your Ember to take your opponents down!” Thornhammer has surely noticed you, but he is too preoccupied with the battle to have noticed that someone is currently coming at your Pokemon with a knife. The Houndour lets out an intimidating Howl that loudly echos through the tunnels, hurting your ears a bit, but the gang member is too full of rage to be distracted from his goal. Houndour begins to ready itself to use Ember and it is then that you also realize it is so confined in this place, there is good chance that Ember will hit your Bellsprout too. Looks like you’re going to need to think fast.


Kawaii - After having received a surprise smack to the face, Cerno became very upset and immediately retaliated. Curling up his little fists in frustration, he dove straight for the Ducklett and began to Mega Drain all of its energy without holding back. The Ducklett closed its eyes tight and began to shake, clearly outmatched due to already being fragile, and unable to escape as all of the life was being drained out of it. As soon as you noticed what was happening you immediately jumped in to put a stop to the poor things pain by calling off Cerno's attack. Cerno was displeased but obediently stopped and floated back over to you while angrily mumbling to himself. Fortunately, you weren’t too late and although the little Ducklett is exhausted it is still hanging in there. It falls to the ground, still shaking uncontrollably and appears to almost be in tears.

You felt horrible for what Cerno had done and you are determined to win over this Ducklett with kindness. Kneeling down you put some poketreats in your hand and reach out toward the sad Pokemon. You explain that you are trying to help put out fires and that you need its help. It perked up as you explained, it seemed as if the idea of helping others intrigued it. Maybe because it was tiny, fragile, and seemingly weaker than all of the other Ducklett it had never thought that anyone would actually ask for its help. It stood up on shaking legs and began to slowly approach your hand, gently taking one of the treats and gulping it down. The treat seemed to perk it right up and it let out a little quack and nudged the Dive Ball with its head. You knew exactly what it was getting at and picked up the ball, aimed it at the Ducklett, and pressed the button. Red light poured out and engulfed the Ducklett absorbing it into the ball. Shake. Shake. Shake. DING! Looks like the capture of a Lv. 3 F Ducklett was a success!

You’re very happy that you managed to pass the test and took the newly captured Ducklett over to Lorraine. “Ah, good job. Lets see what you’ve caught!” you hand her the Dive Ball and she presses the button releasing your new friend. She kneels down and examines her for a moment, she seems to be a bit hesitant for some reason but heals the Ducklett with a Potion before standing back up. “Hmm, well I suppose she will do. She seems a bit… Scrawny... But, we really need all the help we can get so we can’t be picky.” She leaves the Ducklett out and hands the Dive Ball back to you. “For now, this little girl is going to be the property of the Shanty Height Fire Brigade. However, she is also your partner while you’re volunteering with us so while you’re here you will borrow her and keep her with you.”

Lorraine gives you a forced smile and leads you to another training area where there are already several other volunteers working hard with their own newly captured Ducklett's. “Alright so, for this next exercise we are going to test the bond between you and your new partner. We need to do this in order to make sure you two are compatible. If you aren’t able to work together it could do more harm than good while other peoples lives are at stake.” She points toward 6 moving targets in a field. They are very broken and beat down looking, they also aren’t even mechanical, they have actual people holding the targets and walking around with them. “Those targets represent the fire.” You also notice there are 2 people mixed in that aren’t holding targets. “The people without targets, are the ones who need saving. The objective for this training is to work together with your partner Ducklett to put out the “flames” and get the people to safety. You are also allowed to use your own Pokemon too if you wish, but the Ducklett must also work alongside you. Well, you may start at any time, good luck out there!”
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Kawaii - After having received a surprise smack to the face, Cerno became very upset and immediately retaliated. Curling up his little fists in frustration, he dove straight for the Ducklett and began to Mega Drain all of its energy without holding back. The Ducklett closed its eyes tight and began to shake, clearly outmatched due to already being fragile, and unable to escape as all of the life was being drained out of it. As soon as you noticed what was happening you immediately jumped in to put a stop to the poor things pain by calling off Cerno's attack. Cerno was displeased but obediently stopped and floated back over to you while angrily mumbling to himself. Fortunately, you weren’t too late and although the little Ducklett is exhausted it is still hanging in there. It falls to the ground, still shaking uncontrollably and appears to almost be in tears.

You felt horrible for what Cerno had done and you are determined to win over this Ducklett with kindness. Kneeling down you put some poketreats in your hand and reach out toward the sad Pokemon. You explain that you are trying to help put out fires and that you need its help. It perked up as you explained, it seemed as if the idea of helping others intrigued it. Maybe because it was tiny, fragile, and seemingly weaker than all of the other Ducklett it had never thought that anyone would actually ask for its help. It stood up on shaking legs and began to slowly approach your hand, gently taking one of the treats and gulping it down. The treat seemed to perk it right up and it let out a little quack and nudged the Dive Ball with its head. You knew exactly what it was getting at and picked up the ball, aimed it at the Ducklett, and pressed the button. Red light poured out and engulfed the Ducklett absorbing it into the ball. Shake. Shake. Shake. DING! Looks like the capture of a Lv. 3 F Ducklett was a success!

You’re very happy that you managed to pass the test and took the newly captured Ducklett over to Lorraine. “Ah, good job. Lets see what you’ve caught!” you hand her the Dive Ball and she presses the button releasing your new friend. She kneels down and examines her for a moment, she seems to be a bit hesitant for some reason but heals the Ducklett with a Potion before standing back up. “Hmm, well I suppose she will do. She seems a bit… Scrawny... But, we really need all the help we can get so we can’t be picky.” She leaves the Ducklett out and hands the Dive Ball back to you. “For now, this little girl is going to be the property of the Shanty Height Fire Brigade. However, she is also your partner while you’re volunteering with us so while you’re here you will borrow her and keep her with you.”

Lorraine gives you a forced smile and leads you to another training area where there are already several other volunteers working hard with their own newly captured Ducklett's. “Alright so, for this next exercise we are going to test the bond between you and your new partner. We need to do this in order to make sure you two are compatible. If you aren’t able to work together it could do more harm than good while other peoples lives are at stake.” She points toward 6 moving targets in a field. They are very broken and beat down looking, they also aren’t even mechanical, they have actual people holding the targets and walking around with them. “Those targets represent the fire.” You also notice there are 2 people mixed in that aren’t holding targets. “The people without targets, are the ones who need saving. The objective for this training is to work together with your partner Ducklett to put out the “flames” and get the people to safety. You are also allowed to use your own Pokemon too if you wish, but the Ducklett must also work alongside you. Well, you may start at any time, good luck out there!”


Kawaii was overjoyed with her new catch. Her hopes were only slightly dampened when she was informed that the ducklette was on loan. She was kinda figuring that anyway but it was still down putting. Maybe if the two bonded more and proved to be a good team they might let her keep it. The pinkette has heard of that kindd of thing happening before. She shook off the small depression and directed it's attention to the targets." Alright little one, aim a WATER GUN at that target over there."
The little ducklette prepared a water gun attack. She was determined to prove herself better than the others. The little duck took a deep breath in and focused her mind on the target ahead of her. She wanted to show she was not a wimp, she wanted to save people, she wanted to help. The other duckletts were always harrasing her and mean to her telling her that she would never be of any use or and help to anyone. That she would always be alone and in last. The water-type put more and more effort into her aim as she thought over her short life. Maybe she had run into this trainer for a reason. Maybe she could prove herself powerful and useful. The idea of reall fire did not scare the duck-pokemon, in fact, it made her even stronger. She was fearless, she was ready.
Kawaii saw the Ducklette's determination and smiled, if only she could keep it. This little pokemon would do so well on her team. The pink-haired trainer had a knack for attracting runts and missunderstood pokemon. She would take them in and raise them to new heights.
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The Bastion of Vacuous Dreams (Neutral): The centrepiece of the city located fittingly in the middle, the Bastion of Dreams was the main government building, stretching into the skies, and where the Goldenridge Council met their bloody end. The enormous structure yet stands, but no side dares to contest for the obvious vantage for fear of what lies within. Legends state that the building was constructed above and around a shrine to a creature of unknown origin said to sway the minds of those who happened upon it. As a result, it is largely abandoned, and many of the valuable documents within are up for grabs, though rumours have it that the final survivor of the council resides within, watching the world crumble around her, with an enigmatic force keeping her safe. Even the deities know not what pokemon are brave enough to reside within, but one thing is certain: those who have ventured in...have never emerged again. Reply in Dark Green.
Oh dear. Oh dear. They… they almost caught me!

He nurtured absolutely no interest in the petty squabbles of the parties engaged in war for control of Bedlam Ridge; he’d long established that remaining neutral in conflicts – and also invisible, ideally – was a sure-fire method for prolonging one’s life; he was adamant in this conviction, and as such preferred to remain as far away as possible from “shells”, “ribs” and even “marshalls”. He was here for another reason entirely, but perhaps the inconspicuous lab coat he wore gave both sides the impression that he would make for a valuable hostage - and before he knew it, there were four rabid men in hot pursuit, wielding things that were probably weapons but which he didn’t have time to stop and properly identify from a distance.

He finally lost them after a fifteen-minute chase, and somehow, he managed to find his original destination – the supposedly-neutral Bastion of Vacuous Dreams. Piercing the sky like the Tower of Babel, and met with much the same fate, the colossal structure once represented the center of power in Bedlam. Now, it was abandoned, in disrepair, and unwanted by either faction of the ongoing turf war. To Rorik, that was basically perfect.

The Bastion is said to have been built on top of an old shrine. Was Bedlam’s fate the work of a Pokémon deity, angered by the desecration of its place of worhsip? By the shattered link it once had with mankind? If bonds between and men and Pokémon can generate as much strength as I theorize… what kind of power will emanate from the dissolution of one such bond?

He hoped he would find answers about Bedlam Ridge’s past, prior to the construction of the Bastion – what creatures were venerated, what kind of relationship they maintained with their worshippers, and why everything had gone south; in doing so, perhaps he would be able to understand the ruin that befell the region. It would serve as invaluable data for his research on the power of emotional connections!

As for the documents that lie within, secrets pertaining to the prior government of Bedlam… I want nothing to do with those. The less I know, the better. This isn’t my war, and heavens know I’m ill-equipped to fight one man, let alone an armed group!

He was not exactly alone – Gottfried’s Munchlax and the Adoption Center’s Staryu were with him, tucked away in their Balls –, but with his non-existent battling prowess, it amounted to pretty much the same. The longer he remained unnoticed, the better…
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: The fight had more of an effect on you than it did on your Vaporeon as you keep back the flow of tears, visibly struggling as your conscience cried out at the thought of your future holding nothing but hardship and battle. Questioning the state Loki was in, you opt to take things mercifully, and give the orders to Kakahai, the weary Eeveelution tiring but on top of the Zorua in terms of stamina and health, and as you convey the intent to force submission, the Vaporeon complies.

Rushing at the still dazed fox, the larger pokemon tackles into the flank, knocking him against the post once more and pinning against him as Ross desperately yells at his pokemon to fight back, the furious swiping of small claws against your starter doing little to push her back, and after a brief moment the clawing weakens and ultimately stops as the Zorua can do little else than hold onto her with an exhausted cling.

"Okay, okay! I know when we're beat!" Ross calls out, as Kakahai pulls back and gently lets her foe slide to the ground, defeated. The feeling of triumph fills your pokemon with energy as she bounds over to you and almost knocks you out your sandals with a cheerful bark and leap up at you. Kakahai gained 1 level! As this happens, the Rib scoops his pokemon into his arms before turning towards you as the crowd watching murmurs before breaking into a cacophony of applause. You might not have felt it was worthwhile, but the crowd certainly seems to approve.

"Grudgeful though I be, ya won fair and square, kid. Like we said, ye're welcome to wait out th' storm here, and we'll see about yer little bird up there too," he chimes respectfully, having been humbled by your tactics. Remembering the Pidove, your eyes are once more drawn to the avian which looks down at you, tilting their head with a coo, before spreading wings and giving a few flaps, as though challenging you to come for it, before taking flight further up towards the higher floors of the mall. As this happens, you feel someone press something into your hands.

Checking, you find the notes fluttered towards you for your little strip, and a quick count reveals $150 in cash, plus an interesting object you recognise as a silk scarf, presumably to keep you warm. With the crowd dispersing, a couple of Ribs offer to dry your soaked clothes with a heater nearby, while Ross points out a stairwell you can use if you wish to pursue the Pidove, while Kakahai rubs against your leg, pleased with her first proper battle going positively. The cooes of the Pidove above you, will you follow?


Crystal Grove.

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: Under normal circumstances, a normal trainer faced with a swarm of rats would run like the wind, hoping they can outlast the horde. You, however, weren't one of those trainers, and with your own pride and life at stake, your plan was to turn the tables on these scavengers. Choosing wisely, you release your faithful companion Marvolo, the experienced Seviper finding the situation less harmful to his life and more harmful towards his diet. The very sight of a big, hungry serpent was enough to send a few of the scrawnier purple Rattata running away, deciding that hunting what little bugs existed was far better than something that looked at them like snacks, choosing flight over fight. This was barely a drop in the ocean, however, as Meowth returned to your shoulder.

Taking the brief opportunity, the Seviper sharpened his eyes into a glare seeking to stop the tide in their tracks, as well as asserting his authority as apex predator. The very sight of the stare was enough to greatly slow down the horde, and one or two of the frailer rodents straight up seized up and toppled backwards, likely dying of shock, but some of the foolhardier Alolan Rattata ignored this, choosing to quickly rush at him and nip at him in a mostly futile attack. One of them went for Marvolo's face, only for the much bigger pokemon to snap at it, grabbing it and skewering it on his fangs before gulping the foolish rodent down, giving an approving hiss.

Ignoring the mice around him, the serpent inhales before throwing forth a barrage of swiftly moving chunks of energy at the crowd, peppering them in their hesitation. The Rattata squeaked in pain as the barrage assaulted them, a few of the foes falling from head-on impacts while others winced from being grazed. This, however, seemed to spur them to charge, the horde rushing forwards at Marvolo as he began to snap down the rodents, killing another three before the weight began to push against him. While weak, the sheer number of tackles were starting to pile up, and it was enough for the Seviper to bring his brutal bladed tail around and swing violently in front of him.

The effect was immediate, as the Rattata were knocked back towards the back, several of them in pieces, both normal and alolan as your dex beeps to deliver information to you regarding the fight, having calculated just how many Rattata there actually were. Before you can check, however, Meowth grabs your attention to sounds behind you. Glancing behind, past Amanda another much smaller squad of rodents had popped out of the walls, with about a dozen or so of normal and alolan variants, flanking your group...and judging by the chittering and Meowth's grip on your shoulder becoming rather painful, their numbers led to them taunting your talking companion. Meowth's anger becomes apparent as he relays the sorts of things they're saying: scaredy cat, the cat with no hat, caterwauling coward, cat got no tongue, catastrophic felines, puss shaking in his boots, and the most offensive one, your feline friend practically shrieking it in anger: Ash Cat-chum and his Whiskered Pi-cat-chu.

With two fronts and one very incensed feline facing down one group seemingly intent on asserting his authority in the timeless tale of cat and mouse, you check the dex to determine just how many there are, and almost wish you hadn't.

Marvolo's front: 75 regular Rattata, 65 Alolan Rattata.
Rear front: 16 regular Rattata, 16 Alolan Rattata.


With the battle underway, the rear front begins to move in for the woman as Meowth practically asks for you to throw him into the fray and Marvolo stares down the legion before him.


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: Chex was less than amused by being pulled towards the Nosepass, but you were one to capitalise on this, giving the command to strike using the pull for momentum. Claw dragged back, the Scizor utilised his own metallic hide as a weapon, slamming the appendage into the rock body of the Nosepass, utilising the relatively weak attack to tap into his natural technician roots, striking with greater force. The Nosepass grunted as its rocky armour was smashed into gravel, though you do note that no defence drop occurs due to the external stone absorbing much of the impact.

With the threat apparent, the rock type begins to crackle with electricity before launching itself at Chex in a body slam, sparks flying as the proximity between the pair enables the attack to hit true, shoving the mantis back a couple of feet, while you're relieved to see no lasting effects. With the fight starting, Chex takes a metallic sheen as his claw strengthens before giving a swing towards the compass pokemon, while the rock type stands their ground, hardening their body to try and reduce the impact. The super effective hit lands, before Chex punches with his other claw with the force of a bullet, knocking the Nosepass over as Neemee squeaks, rooting for the Scizor.

Climbing back to its feet, the Nosepass seems to glower at the steel type, as noticable scuffs and chips on the body notify you of considerable damage, as the bug watches carefully. Charging electricity once more, the Nosepass claps its arms against its head and fires a wave of thunderous energy at Chex, shocking him as his metal body attracts the lightning before paralyzing him, the Scizor dropping to a knee from the move while the rock type begins to channel some sort of illuminant energy before it, Chex faring better in health terms by a fair margin.
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: Under normal circumstances, a normal trainer faced with a swarm of rats would run like the wind, hoping they can outlast the horde. You, however, weren't one of those trainers, and with your own pride and life at stake, your plan was to turn the tables on these scavengers. Choosing wisely, you release your faithful companion Marvolo, the experienced Seviper finding the situation less harmful to his life and more harmful towards his diet. The very sight of a big, hungry serpent was enough to send a few of the scrawnier purple Rattata running away, deciding that hunting what little bugs existed was far better than something that looked at them like snacks, choosing flight over fight. This was barely a drop in the ocean, however, as Meowth returned to your shoulder.

Taking the brief opportunity, the Seviper sharpened his eyes into a glare seeking to stop the tide in their tracks, as well as asserting his authority as apex predator. The very sight of the stare was enough to greatly slow down the horde, and one or two of the frailer rodents straight up seized up and toppled backwards, likely dying of shock, but some of the foolhardier Alolan Rattata ignored this, choosing to quickly rush at him and nip at him in a mostly futile attack. One of them went for Marvolo's face, only for the much bigger pokemon to snap at it, grabbing it and skewering it on his fangs before gulping the foolish rodent down, giving an approving hiss.

Ignoring the mice around him, the serpent inhales before throwing forth a barrage of swiftly moving chunks of energy at the crowd, peppering them in their hesitation. The Rattata squeaked in pain as the barrage assaulted them, a few of the foes falling from head-on impacts while others winced from being grazed. This, however, seemed to spur them to charge, the horde rushing forwards at Marvolo as he began to snap down the rodents, killing another three before the weight began to push against him. While weak, the sheer number of tackles were starting to pile up, and it was enough for the Seviper to bring his brutal bladed tail around and swing violently in front of him.

The effect was immediate, as the Rattata were knocked back towards the back, several of them in pieces, both normal and alolan as your dex beeps to deliver information to you regarding the fight, having calculated just how many Rattata there actually were. Before you can check, however, Meowth grabs your attention to sounds behind you. Glancing behind, past Amanda another much smaller squad of rodents had popped out of the walls, with about a dozen or so of normal and alolan variants, flanking your group...and judging by the chittering and Meowth's grip on your shoulder becoming rather painful, their numbers led to them taunting your talking companion. Meowth's anger becomes apparent as he relays the sorts of things they're saying: scaredy cat, the cat with no hat, caterwauling coward, cat got no tongue, catastrophic felines, puss shaking in his boots, and the most offensive one, your feline friend practically shrieking it in anger: Ash Cat-chum and his Whiskered Pi-cat-chu.

With two fronts and one very incensed feline facing down one group seemingly intent on asserting his authority in the timeless tale of cat and mouse, you check the dex to determine just how many there are, and almost wish you hadn't.

Marvolo's front: 75 regular Rattata, 65 Alolan Rattata.
Rear front: 16 regular Rattata, 16 Alolan Rattata.


With the battle underway, the rear front begins to move in for the woman as Meowth practically asks for you to throw him into the fray and Marvolo stares down the legion before him.
Keith grinned. He couldn't help it. Rattata in such numbers were often something people didn't even want to bother tangling with, and yet now it was the Rattata getting scared. Some of them fled from the mere sight of Marvolo, and his Glare seemed to make another handful of Rattata keel over then and there. The Alolan Rattata weren't so easily frightened,, however, though as one of them very quickly, painfully, and fatally found out, this was a huge mistake. At the same time, by no coincidence, as Marvolo very quickly, painlessly, and deliciously found out, Alolan Rattata tasted delicious. "Mmm, exotic," he hissed. "Yungoos got it good over in Alola, don't they?"

Then Marvolo lashed out with Swift. Some of the Rattata collapsed from this, while others, not so much. In fact, the ones not taken out by Swift took the move merely as their cue to retaliate. Of course, Marvolo responded by eating the unlucky first few to reach him, but soon enough, the damage started to pile up, as did the Rattata. But far from deterred by this, Keith knew the time had come. "Now! Use Brutal Swing!" he ordered Marvolo. And the Seviper responded with a powerful swing of his tail blade, cutting through the onslaught of Rattata (literally in certain cases). At that point, Keith heard a beeping from his Pokédex. "Oh, hey-" he began.

"Hey!" Meowth exclaimed, sounding unexpectedly irate. Keith looked- Meowth was glaring at some point behind him, and so he turned to look.

"...You gotta be kidding me," Keith groaned. For at that moment, he saw even more Rattata. Thankfully in smaller numbers than what Marvolo was dealing with, but unfortunately, every little bit helps. Or hurts, depending on who you ask. "We gotta deal with- ow, ow, Meowth, that hurts, how many times have I said no claws-"

"Yeah, well, youse don't understand wat dey're sayin'," Meowth hissed, enraged. "Da tings dey're callin' me-owth! Scaredy cat! Da cat wit no hat! Caterwauling coward! Cat got no tongue!"

"How's that one offensive-"

"SHUT UP!" Meowth interrupted. "Catastrophis felines! Puss shakin' in his boots! Ash Cat-chum and his whiskered Pi-cat-chu!"

Keith eyed Meowth for a second- he himself didn't see how a couple of those were so offensive, though to Meowth they clearly were. Most of them got the message across pretty clear, of course. In any case, Keith took the opportunity to check his Pokédex, after which his heart took the opportunity to sink. "...Holy crap," he groaned. 75 regular Rattata, 65 Alolan Rattata, and that's just the pack Marv's facing. Our little trash-talkers here, 16 of each kind," he reported.

"Lemme at 'em!" Meowth exclaimed, claws extended. "Lemme at 'em! I'll shred every last one 'o dem ta ribbons!"

"OK, OK!" Keith exclaimed hastily. One, to prevent Meowth from getting any angrier, and two, because the newcomers were making their way towards Amanda. "Just keep them away from Amanda, alright? Plow through as many as you can with Power-Up Punch, and follow up with the nastiest Fury Swipes you can muster."

"Done deal!" Meowth spat, leaping off of Keith's shoulder, all too eager to shut up those relentless ravenous rodents.

Keith turned around to face his Seviper. "Marv, how you holding up?" he asked.

"I like a little workout to go with my dinner," replied the Sevuper. "But all the same, might be time to even the odds somewhat," he added, with a significant glance at his Trainer.

And the significance of this glance was not lost on Keith. He grinned at Marvolo. "Just might be," he agreed.

Marvolo turned back to the Rattata, an indecently gleeful grin on his face. "You are all so screwed," he hissed tauntingly.

"All right!" Keith exclaimed, moving his arms. The Poisonium Z set into his Z-Ring gleamed brightly as he did so. "Marvolo, let's go!"

"Ohhh, yes!" Marvolo cackled in response.

"Our minds, our spirits, linked as one!" Keith was saying as he moved. "A power as intense as the Plague Swamp of Cascadia! Feel the poison- BE the poison!"

"Yes! Give the command!" Marvolo hissed eagerly as Z-Power flowed into his body, powering him up, giving him the strength and capability to upgrade the powerful Belch move into something even stronger, something he could hopefully use to take out a large quantity of Rattata all at once.

"Acid Downpour, let's go!!!" Keith commanded.



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Marvolo surrounded itself with its Z-Power!

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After changing into the slightly bloodied Shell uniform, both you and the Seviper quickly made your exit from the incinerator room and into the hall you had originally snuck into. The dimly lit facility made it fairly easy for Orchrist to remain hidden within the shadows as you retraced your steps out of the storage area and back into the arena. You peaked out from behind the door while Orchrist watched your back, making sure that you remained clear of any potential threats.

The audience was surprisingly quiet. Aside from some murmuring among the crowd, there were a handful of drunken patrons who were cheering vigorously. The atmosphere of the room had definitely changed to reflect a more focused and shocked mood in the few minutes you’d been gone as opposed to the rowdy and rambunctious one from before. You stepped out of the shadows of the door you had initially entered through and fixated onto the scene that was playing out in the arena.

“I can’t believe it, ladies and gentlemen! The challenger and her Trevenant have effortlessly taken down our returning champion Krokorok without a scratch! This is absolutely unbelievable!” The speakers in the arena echoed from the announcer with a slight amount of feedback contaminating the astonishment in his voice. He seemed to be just as shocked as the audience at what had just taken place on stage.

It wasn’t hard to see what had happened, or why the audience was quiet. The large crocodile was being suspended in the air, upside-down and unmoving. It was bound by twisting roots that were knotted around its wrists and ankles. A large vine that glowed a menacing purple rose from the wooden panels of the arena and had wrapped itself around the Krokorok’s neck, locking it into a chokehold. A bloody gash of a giant claw mark spanned the length of its torso. Blood seeped slowly from the injury and trickled down its jawline, dripping gently onto the stage below. It was breathing slowly, but unconscious.

The Trevenant was crouched over, its right hand planted firmly into the stage. Unlike its foe, the phantom tree looked the same as it had when it had entered the battle: quiet, observant, and without a scratch. Its trainer showed exactly as much resolve, still quiet, unmoving, and emotionless. For a brief moment, it appeared as though her eyes had fixated on you as you had returned to the room, before returning back to her opponent.

“With the Krokorok unable to battle further, the Trevenant and our mysterious trainer are this week’s champions!” The audience clapped moderately, and some grunted. It was probably a safe bet that a lot of people had lost some money tonight. The announcer left his booth and quickly walked up to the stage with his microphone. The Trevenant released the Krokorok from its Forest’s Curse and it slumped to the floor unconsciously. The two Shells who had brought the Krokorok onto the stage at the beginning of the match once again entered the arena, this time retrieving the Krokorok into a Pokeball and then exiting the stage. Given that the Trevenant left its opponent alive, there appeared to be no need for another white tarp egress.

The announcer lifted the microphone through the gate of the stage once again and offered it to the woman. “As this week’s winner, you’ve won our incredibly coveted VIP package and join an elite few who have managed to achieve such a feat. Do you have anything you’d like to say to your fans in the audience?” A few people began to boo while others threw their empty glasses onto the ground in anger. Someone could be heard yelling obscenities, though most of the audience remained quiet. The woman responded in kind, once again closing her eyes and declining to say anything. A look of frustration creeped across the announcer’s face. “Surely you have something you’d like to say? You just accomplished something here that many people will never be able to.”

She opened her eyes and turned her gaze to you, and for the first time, she spoke. “Take me to the VIP room.” The announcer was shocked. Her words were calm, but commanding. “W-well, all things in good time, of course, but -” “Now,” she demanded. She pulled out her Pokeball and retrieved her Trevenant, and then pocketed the mechanism before turning back to the announcer. She stared daggers into him. The announcer stepped back, clearly intimidated. “Absolutely,” he replied. “Our arena guards will escort you upstairs now to the VIP area where they will discuss the details of your reward.” He motioned toward the stairwell in the far back corner of the room, opposite to the elevator you had entered from. The other two guards who had retrieved the Krokorok stepped off to the side and opened the gate for the trainer to leave the arena.

The announcer stepped away and turned back to the audience as the woman began to leave. “... And of course, folks, as our winner for this week, the Trevenant will be returning later this month for a new title fight! Given that it’s a new challenger, the fight is still for all intents and purposes TBA, but we know you absolutely won’t want to miss it!”

The other two guards motioned to the crowd to make a path for the mysterious trainer, gesturing to clear the way toward the stairwell in the back of the room. As they did, the woman turned toward you slightly, clenched her jaw, and began slowly walking forward as she stared at you impatiently...



Brave Saix:

You sat in the chair Saoirse had led you to initially, fidgeting and anxious, angry at what it was you had seen occur that had presumably scared Jill as well. The Wonder Room, as the name would imply, certainly eased your curiosity, but it also managed to increase the anxiousness of the atmosphere surrounding you, as well as only answering previous questions with new ones. Why were these people torturing that Chimchar? What reasons could they have had for doing something so heinous, so cruel? Just thinking about what you saw made your heart beat faster, and sweat start to bead on your forehead.

Slam. Without warning, the door to the Trick Room flew open, and a Shell member walked out, stretching his arms and yawning. “Fuck me, what a crazy day it’s been. I could really use a toke right about…” He stopped in his tracks, his thought trailing off as he looked up at you. He looked to be in his early twenties, about six feet tall, had a somewhat barreled chest and he had a scar on his cheek. His skin was pale, his eyes were blue, and his hair was orange and somewhat curly. He analyzed you for a moment and then tilted his head to the side with a smirk. “Well well, I’ve never seen you around here before. Given that you don’t have a uniform yet, I’m guessing you’re a new guy, eh? Not trying to embarrass you. You don’t have to say anything, it’s cool. Always good to have a fresh face around.”

The man slowly walked toward you and leaned against the wall next to where the row of chairs you rested at were situated. He seemed to exude an air of conceit, though perhaps it was just the vibe he naturally gave off. He rubbed his eyes and chuckled slightly. “Most new guys don’t manage to get down here without rigorous testing and training first. Admin Saoirse must have really seen something in you to take her under your wing so quickly.” He crossed his ankles and squinted in thought, with a slight smile, as though he was trying to recollect something. “Let’s see here… I’ve been a member of the Shells for a short time myself, actually. About, hm… a year or so, maybe. I tell ya, it’s quite the experience. We have lots of fun here… We really are going to do great things for this city.”

He turned his eyesight away from you and fixated on the folded up Rocket shirt on the chair. He raised his head slightly, once again squinting. He frowned slightly, for some reason. “Rocket, huh? Nostalgic or something? You know… my older brother was once a member of the old gang. He was a pretty well known guy, really made a name for himself within the org. Lot of people in the Shells had a lot of respect for him... he probably would have become an admin if…” He trailed off. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead until it dripped from your chin. The air in the room had felt as though it had become so thick that a butter knife could slice through it with ease.

“Well,” he started, “I guess I won’t keep you.” He pushed off the wall and began to walk away, strafing three or four steps toward the elevator before suddenly stopping and turning around. “You know... it’s really good to have you on board. Let me formally introduce myself.” He reached out his hand, and you quietly stood from your chair and responded in kind. He grabbed your hand firmly and began to shake it. His grip began to tighten, harder and harder, and an intense, sinister smile immediately spread across his face. His eyes widened and his pupils started to shrink as he stared directly into yours. Something about the way he looked at you immediately filled you with dread.

He leaned his head in and spoke in a different, twisted tone. The name’s James McLarty… nice to meet you.





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Your Pokemon all acknowledged your commands and set off to do their duties, each of them confident but looking a little uneasy. Candace immediately sprinted across the street towards the Vullaby. Worry immediately took hold of the Passimian’s demeanor as it gently reached underneath of the vulture Pokemon and lifted it over its shoulders. It looked around anxiously for a safe place to put the Vullaby when it took notice of a dead tree on the shoulder of the road. The Pokemon quickly ran for it and, with its intense strength, lifted the Vullaby up to a pair of branches that extended outward in unison, hooking under and then upward, forming a sort-of cradle. The Passimian laid the Pokemon down, where it nestled gently in the grasp of the tree, unconscious and barely breathing.

Khutulun the Sentret wasted no time looking for the Pokeball with the Foresight of its Keen Eyes, darting between trees and bushes in an elaborate, almost robotic manner. After a moment, it stopped, and climbed to the top of a nearby telephone pole. It sat silent and unmoving, slowly turning its head as it scanned the area below, its nosing twitching for your scent as it ever so carefully made sure to take in every single detail of the environment. It was uncertain how long this could take - or if it would even work at all.

Your Scyther, Spartacus, wasted no time bolting for the primate Pokemon, immediately slicing through the air towards the beast with a powerful barrage of Vacuum Waves. The air popped loudly, similar to the gunshots from earlier, as the blows landed on the creature, leaving small gashes in their wake as they smashed into the Pokemon’s belly. The Darmanitan roared in response, but the sound was different this time; it leaned over and clutched its chest where it had rammed into Smithie, appearing to have suffered recoil from the Flare Blitz upon incinerating the thug. It seemed to have been able to ignore this fact until Spartacus agitated it with its Vacuum Waves.

The Darmanitan looked angry, its eyebrows burning brighter. A red aura slightly glowed around the monster as it began Working Up its power. Spartacus didn’t care, and continued to hammer it with more Vacuum Waves, the Darmanitan wincing with each hit, gritting its teeth in anger and pain. While it was distracted, Boudicca galloped around to the other side of the road and slid into position, her back to the enemy, digging her rear hooves into the dirt. She leaned forward while looking back and began kicking her hooves swiftly and viciously into the earth, sending waves of mud into the air. The Darmanitan’s eyes were pelted by the Mudbray’s Mud-Slaps, causing it to let out a terrifying roar. It closed its eyes and began desperately trying to rub them with its fists, clearly irritated by the Pokemon’s attack. Immediately, its red aura grew brighter as it once again Worked Up its energy, biding time and waiting to retaliate.

Atalanta swooped in from above and flapped its wings hard, letting out an angry Growl at the Darmanitan as it continued to rub the mud from its eyes - all as it continued to be assailed by the Pokemon’s attacks. As the Darmanitan took damage, its eyebrows once again ignited further. It pulled its fist away and opened its eyes slightly, blocking the Mudbray’s bombardment with one arm while the other began to become enveloped in flames. Atalanta looked angry, and began furiously flapping its wings at the Darmanitan with a strong gust of Ominous Wind. What was unexpected, however, was that when the Rowlet did this, it immediately coupled with both the Vacuum Wave and the Mud-Slap of its partners. The mud flew threw the air and was picked up by the Ominous Wind, which was then savagely punctured by Spartacus’ Vacuum Waves, causing the mud to pop and scatter across the Darmanitan in a series of small dirt explosions in a manner similar to that of an automatic shotgun.

The Darmanitan shielded its eyes and its chest began to bleed. The arm that it wasn’t using was now fully engulfed in flame, though it sizzled a bit as the mud continued to pelt the beast across much of its body. It growled, and then screamed and vicious roar. It opened its muddied, bloodshot eyes wide and thrusted its arm outward in an uppercut motion, its fist tightly clenched. The Darmanitan’s burning knuckles connected with Atalanta, the brutal Fire Punch landing a super-effective direct hit onto the owl, causing it to fly backwards through the air and into the street, bouncing once before rolling over on its side knocked out.

The Darmanitan was injured and seemed to be slowly losing strength, and it was difficult to tell how much longer it would last - all the while Khutulun continued her delicate search of the giant ape’s missing Pokeball.



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Emi:

Desperate and without much choice left, you staggered through the illusory barrage that was manipulating your senses and pulled back your fist to strike a Drifloon directly. You threw your arm forward, your fist connecting directly with the balloon ghost’s face. Even when you couldn’t trust your other senses, you believed with all of your might that what you were seeing and experiencing here was real.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though the Drifloon looked stunned at what you did, its eyes filled with confusion. And then, with a deafening screaming noise, it popped. Your fist remained stationary, and immediately a black void opened in the space that the Drifloon had just occupied. Its comrades had vanished and nowhere to be seen. Your sensory confusion suddenly intensified, the walls twisting inward toward the void, your hand, no, your whole arm suddenly stretching out, as though it were being flattened like a noodle, stretching further and further away from your body. Everything twisted and condensed, as though being sucked into the black void that began to grow wider and wider. Your body felt so far away from your fist, which you couldn’t move. You were completely frozen in place, frozen in time. Your ears became filled with the sounds of laughter and screaming. The taste of rust in your mouth turned to blood - and then blood began to run from your mouth - and your nose, and your ears, and your eyes. And then, everything shook, and the void opened wider. From inside of the blackness of the void was nothing, and then, suddenly, a large, yellow, bloodshot eyeball appeared, staring directly at you - no, directly into your souls.

And then everything was gone. There was nothing. It was black. No, this wasn’t blackness; it was nothingness. Your senses were gone completely. You couldn’t see, hear, feel, touch, taste, or smell. Were you dead? What was this? What was happening?
Sudden vision. Eyes. Everywhere, eyes. Opening, staring, one by one. They kept appearing. They surrounded you, they surrounded everything. They were everywhere. Yellow, piercing. Bloodshot. Moving. Up, down, left, right. The sound of blinking. The sound of so much blinking; it was like heavy rain hitting wet ground. And then, after what felt like an eternity, slowly, they all merged, one at a time, blobbing and condensing, eventually forming two eyes that were larger than anything you could possibly comprehend, both staring directly at you, directly into you.

Something slowly began to caress your legs, and then your arms. It was a mucousy and cold feeling, and you soon realized they were, in fact, tentacles. Large, impossibly large. They didn’t seem to have a source; they just were. More, and more, and more began to appear. They were everywhere, all directions, there was no beginning and there was no end. They moved slowly and meticulously, their existence an enigma. The large yellow eyes did not remove their gaze from you, their pupils shrinking endlessly. The tentacles began to melt into a thick, black fluid, slowly filling whatever this place was. You became overwhelmed with a dread unlike anything you had ever felt; pain and sorrow so crushingly terrible that you thought you were going to lose semblance of everything, of all that existed, of all that you were - of all that this was. This was a true nightmare; it needed to end. Just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. Do it. It just need to end. It just needed to end. A cold familiar gust began to fill the area. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. Die. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. You shouldn’t have come here. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. Die. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. DIE. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. The eyes rolled upward and shook violently. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to end. It just needed to-

Daylight. The sun. What? Where was this? What was going on?

Why were you so high in the air? No - you were standing at a ledge. Leaning, actually. A sea of clouds were below you, and the sun was shining brightly. Why weren’t you falling? You should be falling, right? Your arms were wrapped tightly with familiar tendrils on each side. You’re not sure how you hadn’t seen it right away - maybe it was too hard to understand what was going on, but in front of you, floating over the edge, was a Drifloon. Its mouth was open, and it was sucking a black aura from out of the top of your head before it finally stopped, finishing its apparent Dream Eater. It opened its closed eyes, looked at you, and appeared to faintly smile as it slowly drifted backward. For a brief moment, it almost seemed as though there were tears in its eyes, and then with the sound of terrible shrieking, rather than a boom, it exploded violently, knocking you backward onto your backside and onto the ledge from where you were standing. The Drifloon who were holding your arms immediately released their grip from you, and slowly floated back, staring at you with concern. Another floated to your side, stared at you with anxious eyes, and uncoiled its threads slowly, revealing your gun, gently placing it back into your lap.

The strange behavior of the balloon Pokemon aside, you were able to finally breathe, and realized that you were on an upper ledge of a platform from within the staircase of the Bastion - rather, outside of the Bastion, in this case. Given that the cloudy sky was now below you, it was likely you were pretty high up. But how did you get here? What had happened to you, exactly? And these Drifloon - they no longer seemed hostile, but it was hard to say exactly what they wanted…

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You sat in the chair Saoirse had led you to initially, fidgeting and anxious, angry at what it was you had seen occur that had presumably scared Jill as well. The Wonder Room, as the name would imply, certainly eased your curiosity, but it also managed to increase the anxiousness of the atmosphere surrounding you, as well as only answering previous questions with new ones. Why were these people torturing that Chimchar? What reasons could they have had for doing something so heinous, so cruel? Just thinking about what you saw made your heart beat faster, and sweat start to bead on your forehead.

Slam. Without warning, the door to the Trick Room flew open, and a Shell member walked out, stretching his arms and yawning. “Fuck me, what a crazy day it’s been. I could really use a toke right about…” He stopped in his tracks, his thought trailing off as he looked up at you. He looked to be in his early twenties, about six feet tall, had a somewhat barreled chest and he had a scar on his cheek. His skin was pale, his eyes were blue, and his hair was orange and somewhat curly. He analyzed you for a moment and then tilted his head to the side with a smirk. “Well well, I’ve never seen you around here before. Given that you don’t have a uniform yet, I’m guessing you’re a new guy, eh? Not trying to embarrass you. You don’t have to say anything, it’s cool. Always good to have a fresh face around.”

The man slowly walked toward you and leaned against the wall next to where the row of chairs you rested at were situated. He seemed to exude an air of conceit, though perhaps it was just the vibe he naturally gave off. He rubbed his eyes and chuckled slightly. “Most new guys don’t manage to get down here without rigorous testing and training first. Admin Saoirse must have really seen something in you to take her under your wing so quickly.” He crossed his ankles and squinted in thought, with a slight smile, as though he was trying to recollect something. “Let’s see here… I’ve been a member of the Shells for a short time myself, actually. About, hm… a year or so, maybe. I tell ya, it’s quite the experience. We have lots of fun here… We really are going to do great things for this city.”

He turned his eyesight away from you and fixated on the folded up Rocket shirt on the chair. He raised his head slightly, once again squinting. He frowned slightly, for some reason. “Rocket, huh? Nostalgic or something? You know… my older brother was once a member of the old gang. He was a pretty well known guy, really made a name for himself within the org. Lot of people in the Shells had a lot of respect for him... he probably would have become an admin if…” He trailed off. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead until it dripped from your chin. The air in the room had felt as though it had become so thick that a butter knife could slice through it with ease.

“Well,” he started, “I guess I won’t keep you.” He pushed off the wall and began to walk away, strafing three or four steps toward the elevator before suddenly stopping and turning around. “You know... it’s really good to have you on board. Let me formally introduce myself.” He reached out his hand, and you quietly stood from your chair and responded in kind. He grabbed your hand firmly and began to shake it. His grip began to tighten, harder and harder, and an intense, sinister smile immediately spread across his face. His eyes widened and his pupils started to shrink as he stared directly into yours. Something about the way he looked at you immediately filled you with dread.

He leaned his head in and spoke in a different, twisted tone. The name’s James McLarty… nice to meet you.

Sypher stared into the man's eyes, their gaze as entrapping as the handshake. Sypher's heart was racing a mile a minute and all he could do was to utter a lowly "FUCK." His palms began to tremble and sweat, his knees grew heavy and weak like spaghetti. "There's no way out of this." he thought to himself, "Its what I get for be over ambitious. Always have been." He thought back to when he had found Jill's egg. Just before it hatched its flock came looking for it, threatening to attack him and his parents for stealing the egg. But he had made it through that, or at least his parents had. "Yeah they probably had it worse, three Noivern looking to protect an egg."

Sypher closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. "So that's how it is, huh, McLarty?" he started, remeeting the man's gaze. "I get it. Family is the most important thing to people like us. They're the ones that care the most about us. And we for them. And you come to learn just who you are from them." A smile began to form on his face. "Heh, you've probably got a pretty good idea of just how scared I am right now. But here's the thing, my family taught me its okay to be afraid. That sometimes the best course is just to push back." he continued, tightening his grip. "But your family... Well, James, it seems that all you McLarty's know how to be are sacks of shit." Sypher finished, ramming his knee upwards towards James' groin hoping to drop him, even if temporarily.
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Your Pokemon all acknowledged your commands and set off to do their duties, each of them confident but looking a little uneasy. Candace immediately sprinted across the street towards the Vullaby. Worry immediately took hold of the Passimian’s demeanor as it gently reached underneath of the vulture Pokemon and lifted it over its shoulders. It looked around anxiously for a safe place to put the Vullaby when it took notice of a dead tree on the shoulder of the road. The Pokemon quickly ran for it and, with its intense strength, lifted the Vullaby up to a pair of branches that extended outward in unison, hooking under and then upward, forming a sort-of cradle. The Passimian laid the Pokemon down, where it nestled gently in the grasp of the tree, unconscious and barely breathing.

Khutulun the Sentret wasted no time looking for the Pokeball with the Foresight of its Keen Eyes, darting between trees and bushes in an elaborate, almost robotic manner. After a moment, it stopped, and climbed to the top of a nearby telephone pole. It sat silent and unmoving, slowly turning its head as it scanned the area below, its nosing twitching for your scent as it ever so carefully made sure to take in every single detail of the environment. It was uncertain how long this could take - or if it would even work at all.

Your Scyther, Spartacus, wasted no time bolting for the primate Pokemon, immediately slicing through the air towards the beast with a powerful barrage of Vacuum Waves. The air popped loudly, similar to the gunshots from earlier, as the blows landed on the creature, leaving small gashes in their wake as they smashed into the Pokemon’s belly. The Darmanitan roared in response, but the sound was different this time; it leaned over and clutched its chest where it had rammed into Smithie, appearing to have suffered recoil from the Flare Blitz upon incinerating the thug. It seemed to have been able to ignore this fact until Spartacus agitated it with its Vacuum Waves.

The Darmanitan looked angry, its eyebrows burning brighter. A red aura slightly glowed around the monster as it began Working Up its power. Spartacus didn’t care, and continued to hammer it with more Vacuum Waves, the Darmanitan wincing with each hit, gritting its teeth in anger and pain. While it was distracted, Boudicca galloped around to the other side of the road and slid into position, her back to the enemy, digging her rear hooves into the dirt. She leaned forward while looking back and began kicking her hooves swiftly and viciously into the earth, sending waves of mud into the air. The Darmanitan’s eyes were pelted by the Mudbray’s Mud-Slaps, causing it to let out a terrifying roar. It closed its eyes and began desperately trying to rub them with its fists, clearly irritated by the Pokemon’s attack. Immediately, its red aura grew brighter as it once again Worked Up its energy, biding time and waiting to retaliate.

Atalanta swooped in from above and flapped its wings hard, letting out an angry Growl at the Darmanitan as it continued to rub the mud from its eyes - all as it continued to be assailed by the Pokemon’s attacks. As the Darmanitan took damage, its eyebrows once again ignited further. It pulled its fist away and opened its eyes slightly, blocking the Mudbray’s bombardment with one arm while the other began to become enveloped in flames. Atalanta looked angry, and began furiously flapping its wings at the Darmanitan with a strong gust of Ominous Wind. What was unexpected, however, was that when the Rowlet did this, it immediately coupled with both the Vacuum Wave and the Mud-Slap of its partners. The mud flew threw the air and was picked up by the Ominous Wind, which was then savagely punctured by Spartacus’ Vacuum Waves, causing the mud to pop and scatter across the Darmanitan in a series of small dirt explosions in a manner similar to that of an automatic shotgun.

The Darmanitan shielded its eyes and its chest began to bleed. The arm that it wasn’t using was now fully engulfed in flame, though it sizzled a bit as the mud continued to pelt the beast across much of its body. It growled, and then screamed and vicious roar. It opened its muddied, bloodshot eyes wide and thrusted its arm outward in an uppercut motion, its fist tightly clenched. The Darmanitan’s burning knuckles connected with Atalanta, the brutal Fire Punch landing a super-effective direct hit onto the owl, causing it to fly backwards through the air and into the street, bouncing once before rolling over on its side knocked out.

The Darmanitan was injured and seemed to be slowly losing strength, and it was difficult to tell how much longer it would last - all the while Khutulun continued her delicate search of the giant ape’s missing Pokeball.

Jayson felt a sense of pride as his team spread out before him, each taking to their respective jobs. Candace quickly scooped up the Vullaby and dropped it off in a secure location. Khutulun began to hunt for the lost Pokeball so that they could hopefully withdraw the Darmanitan while Atalanta, Boudicca and Spartacus took turns assaulting the fierce beast. Each attack seemed to wear it down further and a weak point was soon discover, the Darmanitan had injured itself when it attacked Smithie so recklessly. Its power continued to grow however and when it turned on Atalanta, Jayson's heart sank. The tiny Rowlet was struck from the air and sent crashing to the ground by a fiery punch, she failed to get up, she had been OHKO'd.

Jayson rushed to her side, shouting out orders to Candace and Spartacus, "Quick you two, Spartacus more Vacuum Waves, Candance get in there and knock the Darmanitan around with a Vital Throw." Jayson scooped the Rowlet up into his arms, he pulled out her Pokeball and quickly recalled her. Swinging his bag off his back, Jayson went to put her ball inside when he saw something he had almost forgotten about. A strange white ring and a sparkling brown crystal, he had found them alongside Boudicca's egg. It was only Atalanta and himself when they found the Mudbray's egg, the strange artifacts tucked away nearby. He had done some research on them, the ring was a Z-Ring and the crystal was a Z-Crystal, Groundium-Z to be exact. They came from the Alola region and when used in synch with a Pokemon they could summon devastating power, the sort of power they needed so desperately. Letting go of Atalanta's Pokeball, Jayson slid the Z-Ring onto his left arm and put the Groundium-Z Crystal on it.

Slinging his bag back onto his back, Jayson shouted out to Boudicca, it was time for them to put this power to the test. "Come to me Boudicca, it's time we try this out. Prepare an Earthpower, just go with the flow." Jayson raised his arms across his face, the Groundium Z let out a flash of light. He then swung his arms in an arc around to his hips before thrusting them out in front of himself, his left wrist on top of his right. He pulled his arms back to his left before spinning clockwise, slamming his right hand into the ground while holding his left arm up in the air. Energy began to swarm around Boudicca, giving her unimaginable strength,
"Tectonic Rage!"
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After changing into the slightly bloodied Shell uniform, both you and the Seviper quickly made your exit from the incinerator room and into the hall you had originally snuck into. The dimly lit facility made it fairly easy for Orchrist to remain hidden within the shadows as you retraced your steps out of the storage area and back into the arena. You peaked out from behind the door while Orchrist watched your back, making sure that you remained clear of any potential threats.

The audience was surprisingly quiet. Aside from some murmuring among the crowd, there were a handful of drunken patrons who were cheering vigorously. The atmosphere of the room had definitely changed to reflect a more focused and shocked mood in the few minutes you’d been gone as opposed to the rowdy and rambunctious one from before. You stepped out of the shadows of the door you had initially entered through and fixated onto the scene that was playing out in the arena.

“I can’t believe it, ladies and gentlemen! The challenger and her Trevenant have effortlessly taken down our returning champion Krokorok without a scratch! This is absolutely unbelievable!” The speakers in the arena echoed from the announcer with a slight amount of feedback contaminating the astonishment in his voice. He seemed to be just as shocked as the audience at what had just taken place on stage.

It wasn’t hard to see what had happened, or why the audience was quiet. The large crocodile was being suspended in the air, upside-down and unmoving. It was bound by twisting roots that were knotted around its wrists and ankles. A large vine that glowed a menacing purple rose from the wooden panels of the arena and had wrapped itself around the Krokorok’s neck, locking it into a chokehold. A bloody gash of a giant claw mark spanned the length of its torso. Blood seeped slowly from the injury and trickled down its jawline, dripping gently onto the stage below. It was breathing slowly, but unconscious.

The Trevenant was crouched over, its right hand planted firmly into the stage. Unlike its foe, the phantom tree looked the same as it had when it had entered the battle: quiet, observant, and without a scratch. Its trainer showed exactly as much resolve, still quiet, unmoving, and emotionless. For a brief moment, it appeared as though her eyes had fixated on you as you had returned to the room, before returning back to her opponent.

“With the Krokorok unable to battle further, the Trevenant and our mysterious trainer are this week’s champions!” The audience clapped moderately, and some grunted. It was probably a safe bet that a lot of people had lost some money tonight. The announcer left his booth and quickly walked up to the stage with his microphone. The Trevenant released the Krokorok from its Forest’s Curse and it slumped to the floor unconsciously. The two Shells who had brought the Krokorok onto the stage at the beginning of the match once again entered the arena, this time retrieving the Krokorok into a Pokeball and then exiting the stage. Given that the Trevenant left its opponent alive, there appeared to be no need for another white tarp egress.

The announcer lifted the microphone through the gate of the stage once again and offered it to the woman. “As this week’s winner, you’ve won our incredibly coveted VIP package and join an elite few who have managed to achieve such a feat. Do you have anything you’d like to say to your fans in the audience?” A few people began to boo while others threw their empty glasses onto the ground in anger. Someone could be heard yelling obscenities, though most of the audience remained quiet. The woman responded in kind, once again closing her eyes and declining to say anything. A look of frustration creeped across the announcer’s face. “Surely you have something you’d like to say? You just accomplished something here that many people will never be able to.”

She opened her eyes and turned her gaze to you, and for the first time, she spoke. “Take me to the VIP room.” The announcer was shocked. Her words were calm, but commanding. “W-well, all things in good time, of course, but -” “Now,” she demanded. She pulled out her Pokeball and retrieved her Trevenant, and then pocketed the mechanism before turning back to the announcer. She stared daggers into him. The announcer stepped back, clearly intimidated. “Absolutely,” he replied. “Our arena guards will escort you upstairs now to the VIP area where they will discuss the details of your reward.” He motioned toward the stairwell in the far back corner of the room, opposite to the elevator you had entered from. The other two guards who had retrieved the Krokorok stepped off to the side and opened the gate for the trainer to leave the arena.

The announcer stepped away and turned back to the audience as the woman began to leave. “... And of course, folks, as our winner for this week, the Trevenant will be returning later this month for a new title fight! Given that it’s a new challenger, the fight is still for all intents and purposes TBA, but we know you absolutely won’t want to miss it!”

The other two guards motioned to the crowd to make a path for the mysterious trainer, gesturing to clear the way toward the stairwell in the back of the room. As they did, the woman turned toward you slightly, clenched her jaw, and began slowly walking forward as she stared at you impatiently...
Duke couldn't help himself from bearing an ironic grin as he witnessed the results of the match, thinking to himself on how his investment was now lost forever. Not that it ultimately mattered or had any consequence. His bet was purely a token to give some credibility to his cover. And yet, what a crushing victory that was! He shouldn't have been so surprised, but he had thought that perhaps the previous "champion" would've provided a bit more lasting entertainment. Either the desert croc was in the end far weaker than he initially imagined, or else this lady did indeed possess the strength and confidence her own demeanor suggested. Regardless, with her victory, a new path opened up to the VIP lounge, which seemed to coincide with Chris's earlier findings. In hindsight, he thought for a moment that perhaps he should've taken the chance to battle in the arena himself while he could, though he preferred the relatively discrete position he was in now, which allowed for that extra bit of flexibility. Either path would end up leading to the same place in the end, though all things considered, it's always better to be careful than sorry.

As this mysterious trainer was then escorted off to her requested destination. Duke found himself under her gaze. He remained stoic, but he couldn't help raising an eyebrow in curiosity as tried to figure out her body language. Was her tension and impatience a signal to follow as soon as possible, or perhaps a warning of some sort? Either way, there was only one way forward at this point. They where heading toward the stairs, just as him, so he might as well follow along. The question now was, was the lounge all there was to B1F, or did some other secret lay hidden for him to uncover?
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Ex-Admiral Insane – After taking in the sight before them, with all of its strange, gory details, the two had to agree - everything about this setup reeks of a trap, and Rags was not about to let his trainer walk right into it. Even so, the Pokeball close to the body's outstretched hand suggested there could be a creature in need of help, and neither Rags nor Lucas could turn their backs on that possibility – even if Lucas hides this concern behind a the veil of a callous thief. First thing's first, though – they needed to make sure that the woman on the floor was not still living.

As they close in on the figure, Rags unleashes his Wide Guard to protect himself and his trainer from any traps that may be awaiting them. The sickly-sweet, coppery smell becomes stronger as they approach. The blood on the floor has clearly darkened, become sticky. Gently, carefully turning the figure over, they see the face of the woman, roughly in her early twenties, frozen in shock. Her brown hair tumbles limply as she turns over, the tips caked in blood. The ghastly laceration on her neck is clearly fatally deep – if it were caused by a Pokemon, it would have to be one capable of wielding blades or blade-like appendages. There are no visible signs of decay, or indications of bloating; however, the lack of pulse, absence of breath and beginning signs of livor mortis in the extremities lead to the inevitable, morbid conclusion that they are absolutely dealing with a corpse. Her corpse suggests some kind of strange uniform, but not one immediately recognized...

The sound of crackling shocks Lucas and Rags, sending the latter immediately on the defensive, ready to False Swipe the cause of the noise... shortly after, a static-laden male voice bursts through the silence:

“Adrie? Adrie, it's Sid! I'm hearing something on your end – are you and Vivi okay? We haven't heard from either of you in hours. Please, answer!”

On closer inspection, the corpse has an Xtranceiver attached to her wrist. The caller is requesting video feed.

Will you answer the call, or take the Pokeball and run?


Tyoyo3131 – After quietly watching the situation unfold, Jade makes the decision that the injured man and his group of Combee may need her assistance; after all, the enemy of one's enemy would be considered a friend, right? Even so, Jade encourages Maxwell to be diplomatic, as such a heart-racing encounter with the Shells likely left both man and Combee tense and suspicious of others. Indeed, as the pair approach, Florian perks up, humming in warning to his trainer. The man winces as he turns to face them, his cautious gaze scanning the girl and Buizel for any hints of their intent.

Giving the young man the universal symbol for peace, Jade provides an introduction for herself and Maxwell. The young man, with his free hand, very cautiously returns the symbol, a wry smile forming on his face, in spite of his pain.

“The name's Lyle, and this is Florian. As you saw, this little boy and his crew have bug bites worse than stings from a Beedrill, so you two better watch yourselves.” The threat is more playful and prideful than serious, and Lyle's chest wells up with confidence in his Pokemon - but the action forces an anguished expression, followed by distressing cough. Florian's sad little hum as he watches over his trainer betrays his deep concern. Lyle shakes his head.

“You say you wanna help, huh... Once the Combee fly back in with their report, the injured are going to need tending. The Combee mark the doors with honey to let us know who needs our help. Medical resources are scarce, and if you have any to share, we would be in your debt. Hell, even if you can wrap some gauze around the wound and tell 'em everything's gonna be okay... even if it's not...” Lyle pauses, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “...that would be enough.”

As if on cue, the sound of buzzing once again wells from within the building, reaching a fever pitch as the group of Combee rejoin their trainer. The sound is frantic, distressed – and Lyle's expression quickly melts into worry. Without saying a word, or providing any explanation, he turns to leave, his group of Combee leading the way. The door seems to have been left open for Jade and Maxwell – they should remember to close it once they come inside. Florian stays behind a moment, giving Jade a long, imploring look, as if trying to beg her for something, before leaving to join his fellow Combee. It's hard to understand exactly what that gaze meant.

From their vantage point, Jade and Maxwell can see that there is an apartment door not far from the dim, dirty entryway clearly smeared with fresh honey – but Lyle and his Combee crew walk right on past it. Something more pressing demands their attention, but it's hard to say what. Jade and Maxwell could go into this honey-marked ground-floor apartment and see if they can provide assistance to the wounded there – they could search out other doors in the apartment – or they can follow Lyle to see where he's going.

What will Jade and Maxwell do?
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: The fates would know better than to presume you to be a mere normal person, and with the feeling of spectation, you decide to play fair to the mannequins on the throne, giving a respectful bow and apology for the intrusion, before heading in for a closer look at them.

The lack of answer from anywhere tells you that on further inspection the mannequins are, indeed, just mannequins, despite the attire. A closer look, however, reveals each holds a card in their hand. Taking a look at each card, you discover them to be tarot cards, The Emperor and The Empress respectively, and you feel unusually compelled to take them, even as you try to resist. As your hands grasp and pull the cards from the mannequins, with another apology leaving your lips, the mannequins crumble to nothing before you, as though they had sat there for an eternity.

However, what truly catches you off guard is what you feel holding each. Lifting them both, you find each card to be partially tangible, as though you can hold onto just one, the other seemingly on the verge of not existing. With what grip you have, you examine each in detail. The Empress card depicts you sitting on a throne holding a sceptre, while the Emperor shows you sitting on a throne holding an ankh above you. Both thrones are black with golden trim, inset with aquamarines. Around the room, you find each of the tables to be cloaked in darkness so deep they're hidden, and indeed the only light in the room emanates from the two cards in your hand, flickering between physical and surreal, as you feel the urge to let go of one...but which will you choose? Empress, or Emperor?
As her hand reached out for the Emperor and Empress, Ffion couldn't help but muse that, while she knew herself to be a compulsive sort, this was beyond the pale! Despite whatever resistance she tried to put up, physically or mentally, the cards were hers - HAD to be hers. Her weak apologies meant nothing to the lifeless mannequins, which crumbled into dust the moment their cards were relinquished. Strange, indeed.

Ffion was no great researcher of the occult - Minerva or her sister would be better trainers to ask about such matters - but the cards she had forcibly pulled from her former audience were really quite intriguing. She had to admit to herself that she hadn't experienced anything like this before, either real or imagined, and regardless of which choice she made, she would be wandering into a world quite unknown. Surely, these cards had deeper meanings, well-founded symbolism... but the choice between masculine and feminine, scepter and ankh, would have to be based on intuition alone. And Ffion knew herself well enough to know that, despite the "feminine" aspects associated with powers like hers... despite her small stature and girlish style of dress... she was a burly, shit-talking, tough-as-nails Emperor deep down. She ruled the castle, and if the choice came down to it, she would rather wield the ankh than the scepter... Though she couldn't really say why.

Ffion lets go of the Empress with a flick of the wrist. She had no idea if it was the right choice, or even if there was a right choice to be made, but either way, the show must go on, and she couldn't very well throw both of them out, could she? The temptation was there, certainly... but those mannequins went to pieces for this, after all, so she may as well be respectful enough to keep a card.
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Deoxys: With the figure continuing to stagger towards you, you call for Pera for assistance, the MImikyu all too happy to lend his power to the upcoming battle. The Ghost type wasted no time in gathering his spectral powers, a dark haze gathering at the hem of his cloth covering. Red flashes of energy lurk there, the ominous force soon building to a frenzied crescendo and rushing forwards from Pera's body. The thin trail of black energy can be seen curling across the floor, moving at an incredible speed, and the humanoid figure is left staggering as an ethereal claw bursts from the ground to land a solid blow to the left side of the figures body. As Pera strikes though, the Mimikyu becomes uncertain. Turning towards you, the Ghost type looks dead into your eyes, desperately trying to convey something. It soon becomes a bit more apparent what his worries may be.

The figure that had just been attacked slumps to the ground in a heap, all sense of tension fading from the body and atmosphere. As it does so, a faint cackling can be heard growing ever quieter above, as if it were beckoning you to dare follow. Moving forwards, you realise with a sudden blow that what you had just struck wasn't any kind of apparition. The woman from earlier lay unconscious on the ground, the whites of her eyes showing. Her injuries from earlier were still intact, but without warning, your vision blurs once again. The injuries fade from the body, but importantly she remains. As your vision finally comes back into full working order, you notice the woman stirring. Sitting up straight, she looks around for a moment, fear beginning to set into her eyes.

"Wh-where the hell am I?!"


Hiero gritted his teeth, and pulled his hand across his face. It's hard to say whether or not this woman was actually real, but for now it was important that he just continued to remain vigilant and watched how this played out. "Pera, stand guard next to me for a moment while I tend to her."

Hiero knelt down beside the woman. "You're in the Bastion of Vacuous Dreams, in Bedlam Ridge. I found you here as I was exploring. You didn't look like you were in good shape... are you alright? Are you injured?"

Hiero pulled out a bottle of unopened water from his backpack and handed it to the woman. "Please, drink. Who knows how long you've been without water." He waited a moment to give the woman some time to come to her senses before pressing further. "My name is Hiero. Can you tell me yours? And, if possible - what's the last thing you remember?"

Unsure if a specter had been possessing this woman or not, Hiero again questioned if this was even real or just another hallucination. He suspected that, for the first time, this wasn't just a trick, but he needed to keep his guard up and question everything. The way the woman responded should hopefully be enough for Hiero to determine whether or not it was, based on body language, mannerisms, and what she had to say. For the time being, it seemed likely that she had been possessed, and that when Mimikyu attacked, it exorcised the spirit from her body. He wasn't completely set on this though, and whatever she had to say would most likely solidify a conclusion for him to draw.

As soon as he got some answers, and made sure the woman was safe, Hiero would follow the direction the apparition had disappeared off to. He wasn't done with it yet.
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