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Old 05-03-2009, 10:41 AM   #376
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You soothingly address the Manectric with a voice so low you struggle to hear it yourself, in spite of it being your own. The Manectric gazes at you as you detail the injustice of your current scenario, imploring his cooperation to right the wrongs committed. For a brief moment, as it comprehends your story and sorrowful words, pity adorns its gaze as it tilts its head. You gaze back, an expression to inspire sympathy across your face, and pray that the Manectric takes pity. It does not bark, but alternatively approaches the man upon the chair at an unhurried pace, its grace prevalent in the way it traverses the small space between you and the only other human in the vicinity. You watch as the Manectric reaches the man, and begins to nose at his leg, jingling a metal ring of what appears to be a set of keys. It appears as though the Manectric is attempting to snatch the keys to aid your escape.

However, it then ceases, and jumps up on its hind legs, forepaws resting on the slumbering man. It begins to whine, an electronic tinge to its voice, and prods the man’s face with its muzzle, prompting him awake. With a great breath, the man stirs, ascertaining his surroundings before turning the Manectric and absentmindedly patting the electric dog on the nose. He stretches his muscles and releases a great yawn, before gazing for a few seconds at the blazing campfire. The Manectric, having not yet achieved its intention, continues to tug at the man’s shirt sleeve, urging him to follow. Then, as if he’d been up till now unaware of your presence, he turns. Reynard.

He glances at you and smiles, before lifting himself from the chair and accompanying the Manectric over to your cage, the top of which obscures his face and reveals only his stylish jeans and golden belt buckle, before he crouches to address you. “How are you, Zak?” He speaks, the familiar eloquence and softness with which he was able to previously befriend you effortlessly softening the callousness of his words. “You’re undoubtedly full of questions, no doubt the first of these pertaining to your companions. They’re safe. They’re far away from here, but they’re safe,” he pauses slightly as he strokes the Manectric which is evidently his own. He then suddenly seems confused by the Manectric’s presence, before he glances at the ball and begins to deduce the situation. “Clever thought, Zak. Bit hopeless though…if it were me in your situation, I would have probably agitated old Pinter here. When agitated he can get a little…out of control. You’d have had a chance of paralysing me, and we would have had quite the situation on our hands. Then again, the only one I can think of who has the ability to pull off a stunt like that is unfortunately not you. She somehow still managed to slip from us.” He rubs his chin, pondering over the situation at hand. “Ah well,” he says, “we’ll have to make do with what fate hands to us. You, Zak, could prove quite useful. That is why…” he taps the roof of your cage, “you are here. And I’m here because, like any respectable job, you need to be interviewed, to make sure you’re up for the task of a lifetime. You’re looking to be quite a positive candidate as well, what with your unhesitant success in leading us straight to Keeley. Well done. Now, we need to discuss the next step, but first I’ll have to make one thing certain. We’re going to require your cooperation,” he nods to Manectric, who suddenly begins to crackle with powerful electrical energy. “Will you cooperate, Zak?”

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After seemingly gaining the trust of the electric canine, Zak sighed a silent sigh of relief, clutching at the bars behind which he was trapped. The Manectric padded towards the man sat fast asleep in the chair before nibbling at his pocket slightly, it appeared as if a keyring was sticking out, the pokémon appeared to be releasing him from the cage. However, as soon as it gave this impression, it began to nuzzle at the man, barking to alert his attention. As the man woke from his slumber, looking around half asleep, Zak closed his eyes tight, pretending to not be part of the situation whatsoever. It was then that something caught his eye. He recognized that attire and, to confirm his new hunch, the man looked directly towards him.

"Re-reynard?" He stammered, even more confused than ever. Addressing Zak directly, the man explains the situation. How Keeley had once again managed to evade capture and how he, Zak, had now got the opportunity to join forces with Reynard officially and potentially complete his bounty. Hearing that his pokémon were far away saddened him deeply, they were friends he kept alongside him at all times, this was not a good set of events. As the boy's head swum, he began to miss parts of the conversation, "Will you co-operate, Zak?" Reynard's voice rings through his mind. "Yes, yes I will..." the boy began to talk without even realizing. He never expected to get into such a situation, but he certainly did not want to be harmed by a powerful Manectric or kept as some sort of prisoner.

"I will help you because, deep down, I know it is the right thing. Not to mention, without my pokémon, I'm pretty much nothing..." Zak clutched at the bars, hoping that, with him accepting to help Reynard further, he would be able to see his team in no time. He needed to check up on Andrew and Esteban, they had been there at the time of the horrific battle and could be injured. Pushing the thoughts aside slightly, the boy managed a half-smile towards his captor...
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Mewsic Box: Invigorated by the throws of airborne battle, you relay orders to both companions and pray for their success. The demon girl’s response is swift, however, and with a raise of her hand sends a deafening pulse of Dark energy directly towards the approaching Pokemon, sending Volbeat straight back to the Tropius and causing Perona to spiral off course, momentarily losing her momentum entirely. As she attempts to recover, the Murkrow swoop in, intending to augment the damage done to the shiny bug, and they close in from each side, beaks outstretched. However, Volbeat nimbly avoids both attempts, to counter swiftly with your suggested plan of attack, buzzing so loudly and forcefully that the Murkrow begin to feel as though a chainsaw is tearing through their heads. They consequently continue to dive, into the darkness, possibly to re-emerge in a few minutes.

The demon girl begins to draw near, her expression glaring daggers into you. You cannot help but gaze back, and she slowly mouths some words - “Give her to me.” Suddenly, the demon girl is enveloped by an icy-cold gust from below, propelling her skywards as Perona ascends once more, valiantly retaliating before the demon is able to close in on her trainer. Volbeat follows suit almost immediately as he comes careering around the Tropius, sending a bright, single ray skywards towards the demon, who helplessly endures with the little control she has over her flight following the Icy Wind from below. Suddenly, however, her escorts come to a belated rescue, one striking Perona with an underhanded Peck before continuing to aid its master. The second Murkrow follows its ally’s attack by serving a powerful strike with its wings to Volbeat, who spirals back to the Tropius once more. As Perona recovers from the attack, the Murkrow begin to guide their disorientated master back on course, until Perona retaliates with an unseen force that suddenly restricts all three enemies from moving at all. This causes them to not only halt in their tracks, but plummet. Perona follows, in an attempt to sustain the Disable and keep her from you for as long as possible. However, as she plummets to the darkness alongside them, you pray that she returns safely. A few seconds linger as you survey the black forest beneath you, desperate to see Perona return. The Volbeat begins to flit from side to side as it tails the Tropius, watching below to see if Perona will make a comeback.

Her spectral form then skims the forest canopy, unfettered by pursuers as she circles upwards to reposition herself beside you. It seems that her Disable worked splendidly, stalling the enemies for a substantial amount of time that allows for a few minutes worth of unhindered progression. “We are almost there. It will be easier if the escorts were rid of,” Niamh states, still gazing dead ahead at an invisible destination. The demon girl and her two Murkrow lackeys can then be seen on the horizon, swiftly making their way over to you. It seems that you’ll make it without hindrance, if only you can hold her off for a while longer.

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As the chase began, Tim and Niamh quickly changed into battle mode, sending out both Volbeat and Perona to battle. After being thrust back to the trainers, Volbeat was commanded to battle under Tim’s commands while Niamh focused on flying. Tim went offensive, the demon quickly responded by sending a deafening pulse of dark energy straight at the two warriors which pushed them, causing the two to loose their momentum. Both the Murkrow go after the Shiny Volbeat who strikes back with a loud Bug Buzz, causing the two to dive into the forest below. The demon began to speed up as she mouthed to Tim, “Give her to me.” To which Tim confidently replied, “Not over my dead body.” It was obvious that the adrenaline within Tim was strong as he seemed to be fearless during the battle. Suddenly, the demon was pushed up and off her course by a strong breeze of Icy Wind which came from Perona who was regaining her composure below. “Ha ha! Great job Perona!” Tim giggled as the demon was consecutively struck by a Confuse Ray which didn’t help her situation. The Murkrow returned from below and struck both Perona and Volbeat before going to aid their master. Volbeat was sent spiraling towards the Tropius, while Perona retaliated with Disable which sent the three villans, along with Perona, down into the forest in order to sustain the attack.

Tim began to get nervous again, due to Perona not showing up from the forest. “Am I being to reckless?” Tim thought as he anxiously waited for Perona to rise. Suddenly, Perona’s ghostly form shot up from the forest and returned to Tim’s side; it seemed that the Disable was able to stall the three just long enough. Tim congratulated Perona and gave her a hug as Niamh stated, “We are almost there. It will be easier if the escorts were rid of.”, as she kept her gaze upon the invisible destination. The demon and her lackeys then rose from the forest and picked up their pace. “Perona, lets strike one Murkrow with Icy Wind and another with Ice Beam! Volbeat, try using Protect to guard us if they get too close, and use Helping Hand to boost Perona’s Ice Beam!” shouted Tim as he focused on the goal they were so close to.
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Pearl's Perap: The initial perception of Reynard’s responsibility for your incapacitation is bewildering to say the least. As he subsequently informs you of the distance between you and your companions, you are suddenly encumbered by a sense of guilt and helplessness which forces your hand swifter than Reynard could have hoped. Your rationality shines through a reckless response, and as you confirm to Reynard that you’ll help him, he seems somewhat taken aback by the simplicity with which the response was prompted. Not even a mark on you was required - save the battering you received before arriving in his cage. “Ah…well then, that is good to hear,” he seems genuinely pleased by your response. You then detail your reasoning, and gaze with a half-hearted smile up at the authoritative character. Reynard seems somewhat conflicted, before he begins to pace the ground in front of you.

“This isn’t my place, Zak, to tell you this. But I feel as though I’m a better person than an underhanded crook or liar. Plus, I have taken quite a liking to your shining virtue, and to such personality trait I am quite partial when it comes to strangers. I’m afraid, Zak, that I may have relayed to you somewhat of a white lie. This Keeley girl, I admit it, has murdered nobody. In fact the only crime she’s capable of, or indeed has committed, is the crime of keeping secrets. Secrets cause people a mess in which they needn’t even wallow, just because of the possible consequences. They are a plague - and that is why I’ll keep none from you. What we need from Keeley is a secret, and that is all. Once the secret has been relayed, everything, all this…turmoil….will halt without a second’s consideration. Now, that is the right thing to do - to end this.” With that, he reaches to his waist and withdraws the set of keys. He sifts through them until the correct key reveals itself, and he moves over to the end of the cage to slot the key inside with a clang. The Manectric, devoid of a task, sits himself down and begins to watch you with intrigue. As the heavy steel door is swung open, Reynard offers his hand. With naught else to do but take it, you allow yourself to be hoisted from your confinement, and into the fresh forest air, where your surroundings seemingly transform now that you are viewing it from the novel open space. You are certainly in the thick of the forest, and your proximity to the Falls is anyone’s guess. The night sky is shielded by the canopy, but pinpricks of light are discernable through the gaps, signifying the night’s clarity. Reynard leaves you to stand where you are for a short while as he walks over to the campfire, picking something from the ground just beside where he had previously sat. It is his rifle, and as he turns back towards you, he indicates to the weapon, “I’m glad you didn’t destroy this. It’s pretty harmless…well, at the moment, anyway. It’s a tranquiliser.” He then digs into his pocket, and withdraws a length of cloth before approaching you and subsequently offering you the cloth, “I need to ask you to wear this. Protocols, you see. We’ll be travelling through the forest together, and I’ll take you to the main camp. Once there, we’ll get your latest mission underway. Does that sound ok to you, Zak?”

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The Rose Arch: Dark Wood

Mewsic Box: The thrill of the chase augments the bravery with which you are becoming quite familiar, and as the demon taunts you from afar you confidently retaliate, sure in the possibility of your escape. As the demon girl approaches once more with the graceless Murkrow in tow, you assign your orders to each ally at your side. Perona executes with impressive speed her first ice attack, once more blasting the Murkrow at the demon girl’s side, causing it to reel back and linger in the darkness. The demon girl swerves to avoid, and attempts another Dark Pulse - however, Volbeat swiftly constructs a honeycombed shield of white energy, that with your momentum flies straight towards the Dark Pulse, colliding with a great flash of conflicting energies that temporarily disorientate your pursuers. Volbeat then begins his second manoeuvre, expressing awe and flattery of Perona’s skills and encouraging her power. Perona, suitably inspired, then unleashes a second Ice Beam, which blasts through the open space with impressive effect. The Murkrow is successfully struck as it flies directly into the beam, sending it careering into the distance - completely unable to continue its flight. The second Murkrow returns with fatigue plaguing its every motion, though its persistence disconcerts you. It laboriously opens its beak and musters a cry before sending tendrils of black lightning towards both allies, causing them to writhe in the pain that they sustain from the Nightshade. You become slightly concerned for Perona’s wellbeing as lethargy plagues her movements, beginning to cause her distress. You pray that the destination you currently progress towards is reached imminently. However, your cause for concern is then intensified as the demon girl inches ever closer.

With a blood-curdling cry of success, she claws at your leg. You recoil, and Volbeat begins to retaliate, sending a bright beam from its abdomen straight towards the demon girl, who swiftly rebuffs it with a wave of her cold hand. Niamh, sensing the commotion, abandons her navigation, and carefully slides down the back of her Tropius transport. “Be gone, foul spectre!” She cries to her possessed granddaughter, and from her hand releases a bright powder that scatters into the wind like fireflies - blinding the demon girl and causing her to once more lose momentum. Niamh then turns to you, “Keep going, Tim, just a while longer. We’re too close to fall now.”

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Pearl's Perap: The initial perception of Reynard’s responsibility for your incapacitation is bewildering to say the least. As he subsequently informs you of the distance between you and your companions, you are suddenly encumbered by a sense of guilt and helplessness which forces your hand swifter than Reynard could have hoped. Your rationality shines through a reckless response, and as you confirm to Reynard that you’ll help him, he seems somewhat taken aback by the simplicity with which the response was prompted. Not even a mark on you was required - save the battering you received before arriving in his cage. “Ah…well then, that is good to hear,” he seems genuinely pleased by your response. You then detail your reasoning, and gaze with a half-hearted smile up at the authoritative character. Reynard seems somewhat conflicted, before he begins to pace the ground in front of you.

“This isn’t my place, Zak, to tell you this. But I feel as though I’m a better person than an underhanded crook or liar. Plus, I have taken quite a liking to your shining virtue, and to such personality trait I am quite partial when it comes to strangers. I’m afraid, Zak, that I may have relayed to you somewhat of a white lie. This Keeley girl, I admit it, has murdered nobody. In fact the only crime she’s capable of, or indeed has committed, is the crime of keeping secrets. Secrets cause people a mess in which they needn’t even wallow, just because of the possible consequences. They are a plague - and that is why I’ll keep none from you. What we need from Keeley is a secret, and that is all. Once the secret has been relayed, everything, all this…turmoil….will halt without a second’s consideration. Now, that is the right thing to do - to end this.” With that, he reaches to his waist and withdraws the set of keys. He sifts through them until the correct key reveals itself, and he moves over to the end of the cage to slot the key inside with a clang. The Manectric, devoid of a task, sits himself down and begins to watch you with intrigue. As the heavy steel door is swung open, Reynard offers his hand. With naught else to do but take it, you allow yourself to be hoisted from your confinement, and into the fresh forest air, where your surroundings seemingly transform now that you are viewing it from the novel open space. You are certainly in the thick of the forest, and your proximity to the Falls is anyone’s guess. The night sky is shielded by the canopy, but pinpricks of light are discernable through the gaps, signifying the night’s clarity. Reynard leaves you to stand where you are for a short while as he walks over to the campfire, picking something from the ground just beside where he had previously sat. It is his rifle, and as he turns back towards you, he indicates to the weapon, “I’m glad you didn’t destroy this. It’s pretty harmless…well, at the moment, anyway. It’s a tranquiliser.” He then digs into his pocket, and withdraws a length of cloth before approaching you and subsequently offering you the cloth, “I need to ask you to wear this. Protocols, you see. We’ll be travelling through the forest together, and I’ll take you to the main camp. Once there, we’ll get your latest mission underway. Does that sound ok to you, Zak?”

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With his agreement came more confusing revelations, Keeley had not murdered anybody, Reynard did not require her as a bounty, but to strip her of a secret she was harbouring. Despite this little white lie and being imprisoned, Zak still managed trusted the man, having a sort of respect for him. Without further ado, Reynard slipped his hand into his pocket, producing the keyring from before and opening the large cage door. With a groan, the door swung open and the man offered a hand to steady the boy out. Now out in the open, he breathed in the fresh air, he had gaps in the cage but he wasn't fully able to enjoy the surroundings.

Out of the corner of his eye, the boy noticed that Reynard once again has his rifle to hand, "I'm glad you didn’t destroy this. It's pretty harmless…well, at the moment, anyway. It’s a tranquiliser." Understanding the need for such a weapon, Zak nodded silently before turning his attention down to the Manectric, whos blue fur looked superb in the dim moonlight. With the rifle now identified as a tranquilizer, rather than a weapon to kill, Reynard produces a length of cloth from another pocket, "I need to ask you to wear this. Protocols, you see. We’ll be travelling through the forest together, and I’ll take you to the main camp. Once there, we’ll get your latest mission underway. Does that sound ok to you, Zak?" Bewildered once more, Zak wasn't one to hold up a process if it was rather dire, in an instant, he had the cloth to his face and was tying it in a tight knot behind his head, "This okay?" he chuckled, he felt like a surgeon with the newly formed mask over his face. Not wanting to waste any more time, constantly thinking of his pokémon at the main camp, he motioned towards leaving, if Reynard was ready...

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Delibird Ridge: The Caverns

Seakittenyfool: You stare into the abyss, and feel no fear. The taunts of the apprehending Gliscor fall short of their intended effect as you swiftly eliminate the requisite for a firm grounding beneath your feet by releasing your Honchkrow, Yakuza. The situation does not perturb you. However, the same cannot be said for the Gliscor, whose panicked screeches ricochet through the enclosed air at the sight of the fearful Yakuza. As you list your tactics to your dark avian companion, the Gliscor makes its getaway attempt. However, your cries to Wraith allow for immediate retaliation, and the Marshtomp wastes no time in Tickling his captor, causing its tail to spasm uncontrollably, weakening the bat’s grip on your companion. As Yakuza closes the distance between them, the Gliscor unleashes another blood-curdling Screech that causes Wraith to wince and Yakuza to veer momentarily from his intended course. It seems the paralysis has been stifled by its Ground affinity.

Wraith, despite his current incapacitation, then proves that he is a force to be reckoned with by firing a fountain of mud up at his captor’s face - disorientating the winged devil to an extent which causes Wraith to slip from his weakened grasp, to plummet to the darkened depths. Helpless, Wraith fleetingly fears for his life, until Yakuza comes swooping to his comrade’s rescue, the still air whooshing beneath his shadowy wings. Yakuza then deftly veers upwards, Wraith clinging to his neck, performing an acrobatic loop before soaring directly towards the recovering Gliscor. Then, as instructed, the two unleash a simultaneous assault, Ice Beam and Water Gun conjoined mid-flight. As it travels the expanse, the water begins to freeze in its amalgamation with the powerful sub-zero beam, thickening the icy blow to the unsuspecting Gliscor, who receives a full-throttle strike to its rear, causing it to catapult into the darkness.

Meanwhile, you speak into the radio, requesting the advice of Ryan. Once again, there is naught but the crackle of an unattended radio.

Seizing the opportunity, Yakuza comes soaring back towards you, but the few seconds of inaction indicate the swiftness of the Gliscor’s recovery, as it emerges once more from the darkness, claws outstretched and its fanged jaws agape. With a great crash the tailing beast collides with the unprepared Yakuza, who spirals out of control and unwillingly flings Wraith from his back, twirling in the air as he plummets into the darkness. Yakuza swiftly readjusts his balance and navigation, and dives after him - for a moment becoming completely swallowed by the blackness. Meanwhile, the Gliscor reverses its course, seeming to depart from the battle as it soars back through the great expanse, disappearing for some time. Before long, Yakuza re-emerges, wraith clinging to his talon. As they regain altitude, Yakuza sets the mud-fish down onto the platform at your feet.

For a moment, the situation seems to have concluded, ending with the Gliscor’s retreat. However, the rumbling, reverberating growl that threatens your balance on the platform echoes from the far, unfathomable reaches of the cave. This is followed by the eerie screech of Gliscor, whose presence draws ever-closer as it flashes in the shafts of light raining from the ceiling. Then you notice that something else is moving deeper, something on the ground. You attempt to rationalise the perception that boulders are simply dragging themselves along the cave floor, before its true nature becomes apparent as the creature rises from the depths, its chiselled features indicative of its experience. Before long, you find yourself face-to-face with a gargantuan Onix, who surveys you with wizened eyes while the Gliscor circles the air above. A few tense seconds pass. An ear-splitting, staggering bellow then erupts from its rocky maw, causing you to reel backwards, waving wildly for support lest you plummet to your demise. Something had better be done.

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Watching the events unfold, Jamie noted the sheer height and panicked slightly if Wraith missed the catch and ended up falling through the depths. These fears, however, were dispelled as the Gliscor was hastily robbed of the mud fish before being blasted with icy pain, picking on his flying and ground weaknesses before it attacked with a ram into the Honchkrow, knocking Wraith flying off and into the abyss. Frowning, Jamie could only watch as the Honchkrow hauled the Marshtomp up before setting him beside the trainer as he cursed the useless ability the radio possessed, and started to wonder if said radio was even on, or if there was an external influence, such as a base for Reagan's works.

His train of thought was instantly derailed by several dozen feet of giant animated rock as he was sent flying back by the Onix's incredible roar, the wind flavoured with the stench of brimstone and clay as Jamie scrabbled on his rear, looking back at the incredible beast and the Gliscor as he thought of a plan. Seemingly, said Onix would be useful in traversing the caverns, yet it seemed the Gliscor was not as willing to help, and the two seemed like friends. While diplomacy would seem the best option, he couldn't help but feel something foreboding in the caverns ahead, almost as though something else was watching, but as the situation was, he had to get himself out of trouble...and fast.

"Wraith, Yakuza, just hold on a second. I'm gonna try and talk some sense into these two, and if all goes well we can carry on without a hitch. However, if things turn ugly, which I can almost assume they will, then we'll have to fight. If they attack, then give that Onix a water gun to the face, Wraith, before spitting a shot of mud into his eyes and biding your time. Yakuza, you should deal with Gliscor by taunting him to prevent any further screeching, then put him on ice with a chilly beam ending by slamming him into Onix with some psychic powers." As the two pokemon nodded, Jamie looked back at Volcape, who seemed to be standing somewhat steadily, eyeing up the ground types with detached curiosity. "Volcape, just stay there and if I'm in a sticky situation, use your natural agility to get me closer to the wall, giving anything which comes near a mach punch for posterity."

Turning to the two pokemon, one of which he had attacked earlier in self-defense, Jamie began to explain himself, taking a few steps closer to the Onix, a dangerous situation as the rock snake would not have as far to strike, but also a move to show his meaning no harm.

"I'm not sure if you can hear me, big guy, but I'm sorry if I attacked your Gliscor pal here. I did so in self-defense after some poacher in these areas shot at me, and I wasn't exactly ready to have my brains spilt across the rock. I'm simply here looking for some pokemon who have been captured and held against their will by this guy called Reagan, whose been shooting innocent pokemon outside and hoarding the rarer species, and upon hearing he stored his quarry in these caves ventured inside to free them and take him down a notch or two. I'm not here to cause any trouble to you guys, I'm just wanting across this cavern so I can see if I can find and free these pokemon. I would imagine he'd have a few Gligar imprisoned, perhaps, knowing how rare the species is."

Finishing, Jamie looked into the large eyes of the Onix, his legs primed to take a sudden leap backwards it it snapped at him.
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Stark: It is against the nature of a valiant trainer to shirk from the duties thrust upon him, no matter how severe. You are not soon to break this trend. The disconcerting revelation of the Scizors’ origin sparks your next intention - to locate the possessor and subsequently extract from him the answers you crave. From where you stand, the peak of the grand Waterfalls is practically indistinguishable past the rainbows and swarm of insects, so you subsequently conclude to investigate at closer proximity. You momentarily regret your choice to leave the companions which could possibly transport you to the top of the cliffs, but wisely induce that with all the skilled trainers currently engaged in a relentless battle, one would possess the means to ascend the Falls.

You appreciatively thank your fiery companions for their efforts, prompting them to rest for future aid that will undoubtedly be required of them. Then, without hesitation, you speed into the thick of battle in an attempt to locate an able trainer apt for the task of ascending the falls. The cacophonous amalgamation of yells, attacks, buzzing and the great body of crashing water beside you makes navigating the fray difficult in itself. Fervent battles occur at every angle, many overwhelmed by the sheer number of Scizor present in the skies. You wince at the vicious attacks that take place, the flashes of elemental strikes disorientating you further. Without a companion of your own to battle with, you are forced to swerve in every direction to avoid the constant descent of various Scizor, which attempt to snatch at you as they had achieved beforehand. You find an unoccupied patch of grass, and speed towards it, before a hulking steel body comes crashing just inches before you, an unconscious Scizor which suffered a blow so heavy it’s wing has been torn clean off. You sidestep the beast, praying it remains incapacitated until you’re at a safer position.

You begin to peruse the various trainers in the crowd, issuing order after order to their loyal companions. You note one girl whose skilled Magmortar fells Scizor after Scizor with its powerful fire attacks, simultaneously resisting the fatigue that is evident in its face. You consider approaching the trainer, but you cannot move forward. Something suddenly seizes the collar of your shirt and hoists you from the ground. A Scizor has managed to capture you, and now takes you into the swarm - lethal collisions repeatedly avoided within a hair’s breadth. You struggle as the metres pile onto one another and the occupants of the ground beneath you begin to shrink with your continual ascension. It seems as though your life has been forced to the edge of a particularly unstable platform, and you can only pray that when you are released, it is with a beating heart.

Then all the wind is knocked from your lungs as the Scizor is blasted through the air, its robust pincer relentlessly keeping hold of your collar, and you are pulled along with it. A great rush of blurred red zips past your peripheral vision, as your view follows the long trail of powerful water that had struck your captor dead-on. The swarm gradually shrinks as distance is covered and you and your captor are thrown from the fray and back into the outer limits. With a crash that briefly knocks your consciousness, the two of you land with painful force on the ground, and slide across the dampened grass before coming to a sudden halt. Too disorientated for immediate reaction, you attempt to regain your full consciousness as the Scizor follows suit, releasing you from its grasp. As you get to your feet, you are suddenly aware of the danger in which you are now placed, standing alongside a vicious Scizor which already had your life hanging by a string. You turn to it, and manage to react just as it makes a swipe at you, diving to the ground before any contact is made. You turn, ready to release a companion to aid your dire situation, as the Scizor, considerably dilapidated by the blow it sustained, looms over you with its pincers poised. However, your attention is snatched by a sudden movement stemming from the fray. From the crowd a great, hulking beast bounds on all fours, its powerful jaws unleashing a booming roar before it leaps full-pelt at the offending Scizor, taking it completely unawares and flooring it within an instant. You distinguish your saviour, and recognise the bulky form that is Feraligatr, its mighty jaws locked around the Scizor’s abdomen and ferociously shaking it like a rag-doll, before launching it into the distance, where it lands completely unconscious. You thank your lucky stars for the swift intervention, and glance back to the crowd to see if you can locate its trainer.

Sure enough, a man follows the beast, whooping and cheering his Feraligatr as he nears you both. As he approaches, he congratulates his vicious beast, before turning to you with a slight concern in his expression. On first impression, the man appears immediately wilful and impulsive, sporting leather trousers, a leather jacket and a wild head of straight black hair. As he approaches, he holds out a hand. “How are you faring there, buddy?” He seems able, and his Feraligatr apt for climbing a waterfall. But what concerns you is his suitability for a task of such gravity.

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"I've been better," Stark dryly responded to the question. Truth to tell, he was still quite shaken from nearly becoming a greasy stain on the ground thanks to one of the scizor. Had he still not been trying to calm down, he would have taken a moment to thank heaven for how lucky he was to still be in one piece. Albeit a banged up piece, but one piece nonetheless. Regardless, the experience served as a reminder about just how dangerous the situation truly was.

The trainer who saved him was not exactly the type of trainer he expected to find. He appeared to be more like the kind of guy one would meet in a biker bar playing pool or on stage rocking out with his band. His Feraligatr on the other hand proved that no matter who this trainer was, he was good at raising pokemon. The sheer power the Feraligatr displayed in just a few seconds was more than enough to give Stark the impression that this was the trainer he needed to find all along.

"Thanks for the save," Stark said with a sly smirk as he picked himself up off the ground and stood up to survey the scene once more. Afterall, the last thing he wanted was to get swept away by another scizor. "By the way, my name is Stark."

Brushing a hand through his mangy blond hair to wipe the stray strands away from his eyes, Stark grabbed one of his pokeballs ready to release one of his companions should the need arise once more while stepping up closer to the dark haired trainer, "Listen. I managed to scan one of those scizors and came up with a little something interesting. These aren't wild pokemon. Somebody is controlling them. My guess is that whoever that person is, might just be up at the top of the falls somewhere. Unfortunately, I don't have any pokemon that can get me up there with me, but your Feraligatr might be able to get us up there and in a position to cut off the head of the serpent so to speak. What do you say?"
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Mewsic Box: The thrill of the chase augments the bravery with which you are becoming quite familiar, and as the demon taunts you from afar you confidently retaliate, sure in the possibility of your escape. As the demon girl approaches once more with the graceless Murkrow in tow, you assign your orders to each ally at your side. Perona executes with impressive speed her first ice attack, once more blasting the Murkrow at the demon girl’s side, causing it to reel back and linger in the darkness. The demon girl swerves to avoid, and attempts another Dark Pulse - however, Volbeat swiftly constructs a honeycombed shield of white energy, that with your momentum flies straight towards the Dark Pulse, colliding with a great flash of conflicting energies that temporarily disorientate your pursuers. Volbeat then begins his second manoeuvre, expressing awe and flattery of Perona’s skills and encouraging her power. Perona, suitably inspired, then unleashes a second Ice Beam, which blasts through the open space with impressive effect. The Murkrow is successfully struck as it flies directly into the beam, sending it careering into the distance - completely unable to continue its flight. The second Murkrow returns with fatigue plaguing its every motion, though its persistence disconcerts you. It laboriously opens its beak and musters a cry before sending tendrils of black lightning towards both allies, causing them to writhe in the pain that they sustain from the Nightshade. You become slightly concerned for Perona’s wellbeing as lethargy plagues her movements, beginning to cause her distress. You pray that the destination you currently progress towards is reached imminently. However, your cause for concern is then intensified as the demon girl inches ever closer.

With a blood-curdling cry of success, she claws at your leg. You recoil, and Volbeat begins to retaliate, sending a bright beam from its abdomen straight towards the demon girl, who swiftly rebuffs it with a wave of her cold hand. Niamh, sensing the commotion, abandons her navigation, and carefully slides down the back of her Tropius transport. “Be gone, foul spectre!” She cries to her possessed granddaughter, and from her hand releases a bright powder that scatters into the wind like fireflies - blinding the demon girl and causing her to once more lose momentum. Niamh then turns to you, “Keep going, Tim, just a while longer. We’re too close to fall now.”

What will you do?
As the sky brawl continued, Tim was able to successfully stall the demon and her hench birds for a while longer. Perona was able to blast one Murkrow away, seemingly unable to battle. “Good job guys! Two more to go!” he smirked as the demon girl approached the Tropius. “How much longer is this going to take!?” Tim thought as he noticed the demon inching her way closer to Tim. So close, she took her oppertunity to claw Tim's leg. "Ah!" Tim shouted as he grabbed his leg, which was once again injured with the perimeter of the Darkwood. At this, Niamh took action and released a bright powder, resembling fire flies that blinded the possessed grandaughter. “Keep going, Tim, just a while longer. We’re too close to fall now.” Niamh said as she raised her voice. “She's right,” Tim told himself, “We will NOT give up!” Tim shouted as he made his final resolve. “Perona! Blast that blasted Murkrow with Icy Wind, but don't stop there, follow up with Ice Beam! Volbeat, once Perona is finished, use Bug Buzz on Murkrow just incase Perona's attacks don't finish it off, then let's give 'em a dazeling show with Flash to add to that powder of Niamh's!” Tim conculded. The trainer hoped that the sky war would be over soon... they needed to arrive at the unknown location soon.
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As promised, here they are. I apologise for the time. I've been spending a few hours on these, its a shame I couldn't get them up before midnight but ah well, at least they're done. Thank you to everyone for the swift replies =).

The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: Your enthusiasm in reacquiring your companions assures your unhindered cooperation, and it is without the slightest qualm that you receive the cloth and Reynard’s instructions and prepare to set off. Reynard, having glanced away to adjust his rifle to a ready state, looks up as you inquire whether the way in which you adorn the cloth is suitable, and chuckles. “I’m afraid not, Zak. There aren’t many spores in this forest…it’s humid, but not poisonous. No…this is for your eyes,” as he speaks he takes the cloth himself and pulls it over your eyes, tying a knot so tight that the pressure seems to numb the pain in your head, leaving you to speculate over how removing the blindfold will be achieved without the use of a knife. Slightly more unnerved by your blinded state, you proceed nonetheless, a hand upon Reynard’s shoulder to guide your path. At first, you proceed without conversation, hearing solely the sound of your footsteps and the distant cries of numerous species echoing through the trees. “Watch your step here,” Reynard warns quietly as a stray tree root protrudes from the ground, and with an apprehensive step and slight stumble, you manage to overcome the obstacle. This continues for a while, with the occasional alert from Reynard allowing for a safe progression through the trees. It seems that Reynard is either employing the opportunity to fathom the depths of thought, or sustaining a substantial level of caution. For a moment, you feel him cease in his tracks, and hear the click as his rifle is cocked. As you anticipate a subsequent crack, only silence - all residual noises of the wild exempt - lingers. He then resumes his footsteps.

You travel for a length of time you can only estimate to be around thirty minutes. The disorientation of your novel sightlessness begins to agitate you, but you are driven by the constant consideration of your incarcerated companions, and wordlessly proceed with naught but their safety in mind. You begin to wonder if your path will ever end, though your sudden perception of a distant rumble indicates the proximity to a crashing body of water. Reynard appears this time to be true to his word - although your reliance on his promise alone has faltered somewhat. You can tell that his caution has subsided, indicating the closeness of the forest’s edge, and the path on which you tread is traversed with far greater ease.

Then, you find yourself caught in a flurry of sudden movement. Reynard ceases in his steps as his Manectric hops past you, seemingly to accompany his trainer as the swift reinstatement of caution jumps to his mind as well. “You bitch,” is the sole utterance that escapes Reynard’s lips, before he releases a panicked shout. A boom then sounds at first from a distance, before the effects crash through the trees in your direction and a sudden, residual force causes you to stumble. Once the crashing power bypasses you within an inch, a spray of splinters stings your face and in the blindfold that restricts your vision you find a novel benefit in its ability to shield your eyes. The nearby groan of tearing wood then indicates the imminence of peril. “Move, Zak!” A familiar female voice calls from an indiscernible direction, and you react to the best of your ability with a lunge as far from the sound of the toppling tree as possible. The thunder of the tree’s descent rings through your ears and you pray that you do not currently lie beneath the plummeting object, scrambling to unfasten your blindfold all the while - with little success. However, seemingly blocked from its course to the forest floor by the trees that surround it, the tumbling tree slows to a halt before you find yourself crushed by its weight. “Zak!” Reynard calls out to you , his voice barely distinguishable beneath the ringing in your ears. “Zak!” This time the same girl calls, seemingly closer to you now than Reynard. As her footsteps approach and you feel her laboured breath on your neck, you can sense Keeley’s presence as she begins to tug at the knot of your blindfold. She grunts as she struggles to loosen it, making, to the best of your knowledge, no apparent progress with it whatsoever. Then the distant crack of a rifle and the sound of a projectile colliding with a nearby body of wood stops her attempts entirely, and she drags you to your feet. As she pulls you along the forest floor, the sound of gunshots echo in the distance, causing Keeley to squeak in fear as the bullets, or tranquilisers, strike the trees that enclose you. The sound of heavy breathing from an individual that is far from human, but of great and beastlike proportions, signifies that she has brought you to her Dragonite. “Quick,” she says, guiding your hand to its cool scales, “climb on, we need to get you out of here.” Unable to remove the blindfold around your head, your navigation is significantly hindered. You need to react quickly, lest Reynard’s shots strike you, or the two that accompany you. That is providing you wish to assuage the danger in which they are now placed.

What will you do?


The Rainbow Waterfalls

Stark: Your saviour strikes you as a man unaccustomed to refined discipline, although the sheer evidence of his ability assuages your concerns considerably, supplanting them with a faith in his abilities that prompt you to request from him the aid that you seek. Detailing your suspicions to the man, you pose to him your question, hoping for a response to affirm such aid.

“Right, right. Well, buddy, you came to the right trainer - the name is Redgrave, and King here is a dab-hand at waterfall climbing. Top of our list of reasons to visit was to get a little training in, only to have the training opportunities rain down like thunder. KO count: seven, and counting,” he chuckles at the mention of his impressive achievements as King lumbers over to you both, muscles rippling with each heavy step. He releases a guttural growl, evidently a relentlessly vicious beast, and you notice the spots of blood that remain as a result of the numerous scrapes he has endured. It is as if blind rage itself guides the beast. Nonetheless, his hulking stature and persistence seem suitable means through which to transport both you and Redgrave to the waterfall’s peak. With this in mind, you are satisfied.

“Alright, King, you heard the man. It’s time to get those muscles pumping,” King roars in anticipation, turning to face the swarming steel bugs once more. You turn to Redgrave, wondering how you’ll make it to the body of water past the swarm successfully, without finding yourselves forcefully drawn to the battle. Redgrave, seemingly bearing similar concerns in mind, turns to you. “We’ll have to charge our way through. Once King gets going, he’s not going to stop. That’s a cert. Hop aboard, Stark. I warn you though, it’s not going to be a smooth ride,” he signals to King so that the giant reptile drops to all fours, and clambers onto his companion’s neck, leather jacket whipping about in a gust of wind. King pounds the ground ferociously, a zealous urge to proceed flowing through his veins. You then approach the beast, and hoist yourself onto its bumpy hide, legs fixed between his forearms and hind legs. Affirming your stability to Redgrave, he slaps the bulky lizard on the neck. “Make sure you’re sitting comfortably, Stark. Wouldn’t want to lose you. Set. Go!”

The air is knocked completely from your lungs as King leaps into action with a booming roar, his heavy limbs hammering the ground as he speeds across the field, threatening to throw you helplessly to the air with each abiding lunge. You can barely keep your head steady as your blonde hair is thrown behind you by the force, whipping in the rush, the swarm’s din stifled by the air that gushes past your exposed ears. In an attempt to shield your vulnerable body, you press yourself to King’s back, moments before the lethal chaos ensues around you. For a few minutes you fear for your very life. The hulking bodies of steel zoom past your head with threatening proximity. Blurs of red, blinding flashes and deafening clangs as King relentlessly tackles Scizor after Scizor stifle your every sense, and it is with panic that you feel your grasp slipping from the moist torso of your reptilian mount, desperately tightening your grip for fear of losing stability, and subsequently, your life. The metallic buzz as a Scizor glides past inches from your head causes your to shiver, and you begin to wonder if their sheer numbers will eventually overwhelm the unrelenting Feraligatr. King then releases a vicious bellow as he plucks a Scizor from the air like a fly and slams it to the ground, using it as a launching pad for a mighty hurdle that covers tens of metres of ground, snatching your breath for what seems to be minutes. When he lands, expelling a grunt from your lungs as your chest presses into his rough skin, you recognise that before you the great plunge pool beneath the Falls stretches, about fifty feet below where you, Redgrave and King are now situated. The countless strips of scintillating spectrums pervade your vision and wash the scene in an unnaturally vivid and mystical glow, that lure your thoughts into a momentary pause of appreciation. But barely a moment is spared, and instantly snatching you from your detached world of though, Redgrave yells back, “Hold your breath!” and you find yourself suspended once more in the air. The buzz behind you signifies the pursuit of a few residual Scizor that now tail the leaping reptile, swiping desperately with heavy pincers, and your stomach turns with the descent into the sweeping body of water beneath. His bulky blue arms outstretched, King seems poised for the perfect belly flop, striking anxiety into your heart for the landing that is to occur. Yet, just a few metres from contact, he blasts a thick torrent of water from his muzzle straight into the water’s surface, propelling him and his passengers skywards and directly for the nearest cascading wall of water. The buzz behind you flickers to futility as the water King expels immerses each of the Scizor at his tail, sending them straight to a violent and watery end. Every muscle in your body tenses, and the veins in your neck protrude from your skin as you strain to keep your head upright in the perpetual blast of wind that threatens to tear you from your position atop Redgrave’s ferocious beast. As you struggle to ascertain the world around you, all that your eyes perceive is the white wall that zooms ever closer. Then, as if the entire event had occurred in but a single second, the water comes crashing down upon you.

For a split second, as you pour your efforts into keeping a hold of your mount as the water smashes your frail frame while simultaneously snatching, in great gasps, every chance for air, you feel yourself descending beneath the force of the waterfall. Yet, as you begin to find the water unbearable, its intensity doubles as King repeats his perpetual blast of water and propels each of you up and through the crushing water. You are so compressed by the water that for a second, as your grasp is momentarily prized from King’s waist, you remain pressed firmly onto his back, unable to slip for the force that assaults you. The privilege of breath is impossible, and you can only endure as your rapid ascent through the great Falls swiftly decreases.

When the Falls are finally breached, you are, for the first few moments, entirely unaware. Too sodden to recognise the halted flow of water, too deafened to recognise the empty air about you, and too blinded to recognise the great river that stretches before you, the few seconds spent suspended just a few metres above the waterfall are required for you to realise that your ascent was a success. King, twisting his head to alter the positioning of the water billowing from his mouth, then propels you all into the river with a great splash. You can barely sustain the grip as he completes the journey, swimming almost leisurely to the river bank, before hoisting you all to dry land with a rumbling groan.

As you exhaustedly topple from King’s waist and onto the dry land that strikes more joy than you could have imagined into your heart, Redgrave stumbles along with you, gasping for breath. “That was quite a ride. Those Falls are tough, but we made it in the end. Awesome show, King.” King, now visibly fatigued, responds with a growl, panting for air himself. Headstrong, but not oblivious, Redgrave reaches for a ball at his wait, before withdrawing the hulking beast for a well-deserved rest. He then turns to you, inviting deja vu as he offers a hand once more. As you grasp it, still gasping for breath, his attention is snatched by a sight that sits behind you. You turn to ascertain the point of interest, and find the sight you hadn’t hoped for, but had somewhat anticipated. A pile of Pokeballs sit just beside the cliff-edge, that overlooks the still raging battle beneath. Even the trainers and the more sizeable Pokemon are barely distinguishable from the height you are now at, but the swarm is still evident. The Pokeballs are numerous, and not a single doubt regarding their function enters your head. They are unattended, but their numbers must match those of the Scizor that assault the group beneath you.

What will you do?



Delibird Ridge: The Caverns

seakittenyfool: Your bravery abounds as you conclude to approach the Onix and its antagonistic ally, opting for negotiation above immediate retaliation. This is not before issuing precautionary orders to your companions, should the situation turn against your favour. Rightly so, you deduce that the leviathan would navigate with innate efficiency through the caverns, so deduce that diplomacy is the most correct course of action.

As you attempt to speak to the rock snake, it slowly rises so that it towers above you. Wraith has already prepared himself, and as the Onix disregards your every word with a rapid descent to the platform upon which you stand, Wraith retaliates as instructed, unleashing a powerful fountain of water to the Onix’s jaw before it plummets to the rock beneath your feet. Volcape then follows suit, anticipating the danger thrust upon you as he grasps your waist and hoists you back before the Onix’s slam shatters the outermost portion of the platform you stand upon. To this particular Onix, negotiation seems somewhat useless. Wraith’s Water Gun follows its head with particularly damaging effect, causing the titan to wave its head around in agony and panic. Yakuza, taking to the chasm once more, interjects the Gliscor’s intention to augment the onslaught, and begins to weave circles around its foe, demonstrating a skill of great superiority and discouraging the giant bat from condemning its own skill by sustaining a repeated attack. Alternatively, the bat retaliates by bringing its two pincers down onto Yakuza in a scissoring motion, causing your dark bird great pain which he illustrates with a cry. However, Yakuza seizes advantage of the Gliscor’s already weakened state and within their proximity unleashes a powerful beam of ice that send the bat careering into the darkness. Yakuza then ceases the Gliscor’s momentum by apprehending its entire body with his Psychic power, and finishes the bat with an impressive collision into the rigid body of its ally - which causes the bat to fall, entirely unconscious, into the abyss below. Significantly fatigued and damaged by the Gliscor’s powerful retaliation, Yakuza circles in for a landing beside you.

Meanwhile, Wraith continues his assault as the Onix makes a return, opening its great jaws in preparation to deal another dent to Wraith’s already depleted defence. With a brave lunge forwards, a jet of mud bursts from his mouth and splashes directly into the Onix’s squinted eyes, causing it to recoil its colossal head in panic. Great tremors reverberate through the walls as its great body shifts on the ground slightly as it attempts to regain composure. All the while Wraith braces himself. The Onix then lunges, Tackling Wraith in a full on collision which, for fear of toppling from the already reduced platform, causes Wraith to cling desperately to the Onix’s mouth before being slammed into the wall beside where you and your two other companions currently stand. Wraith, still retaining some strength following the injurious strike manages to sustain his grip as the Onix then retracts its giant head, and claws his way up the monstrous snake before affixing himself to the horn that protrudes from its skull.

Now you stand, your attention fixed on the sight before you - a colossal rock snake reeling in all directions in an attempt to shake Wraith from its skull. For a moment, it seems about to turn, its hulking body shifting along the ground, but the time that Wraith has been Biding then fruitions to a swift and powerful blow to the Onix’s skull. The Onix bellows in pain as Wraith’s powerful clout seems to have triggered a hairline crack at the point of impact, directly above its left eye. It careers back around, towards you and your two companions, before landing its head, disorientated, just inches before you. The small piece of the platform upon which its head now balances seems barely able to cater for its weight, and ominously cracks beneath your feet, seemingly seconds away from crumbling completely, prompting your demise should you opt to remain standing where you are. Wraith, still clinging to the horn considers leaping from the skull, but looks at you for instruction. His eyes seem to urge you.

Beside you, Yakuza stands exhausted, and to fathom the depths of the chasm is impossible. Taking flight upon your tired bird would be risky, at best. Alternatively, the rock-snakes giant head rests, temporarily immobilised, a small leap away. But then, you could always just retrace your steps. Whatever your decision, it requires the utmost haste.

What will you do?



The Rose Arch: Dark Wood

Mewsic Box: You bravely spring back into action, staunchly voicing your devotion to the task at hand before issuing another bout of orders to your two battling companions. The demon girl, now recovering from her temporary hindrance, begins to speed up, seemingly panicked by the success of your course, and regains momentum in barely an instant. Perona is the first to respond, releasing yet another gust of Icy cold wind from behind her mask, which strikes not just the Murkrow, but the tailing demon girl as well. As the wind envelopes, the Murkrow’s momentum ceases as its wings fold haphazardly in the wind and shed a substantial cloud of pitch-black feathers, and with a weakened cry, it sinks into the darkness below, its energy spent. Level up for Perona.

Perona, now seemingly fatigued by the mid-flight battle, takes a moment for respite, as the demon girl attempts to endure the effects of the Icy Wind. Meanwhile, Volbeat makes its attempt and zooms towards her with its wings Buzzing violently. The demon girl, however, is quick to respond, and sends the Volbeat straight back towards you with the signature wave of her hand. Perona, slightly panicked by the retaliation, prepares the Ice Beam that you instructed, only to be blasted backwards by yet another Dark Pulse. The demon girl then cackles that blood-chilling cackle that you had heard once before, and seems to effortlessly gain momentum. She outstretches two pale hands, although this time seems to possess no intention to seize you. Alternatively, she positions each hand so that that they form the shape of a V, seeming to aim at the great, majestic wings of the Tropius upon which you sit. Her increasing speed causes her to loom over you for a few seconds before her chilling smile is followed by a dual Dark Pulse that strikes the Tropius’ wings directly, completely impeding its ability to sustain its flight and causing every rider on its back to jolt violently, desperately clinging to avoid being thrown into the darkness. Volbeat then responds by taking flight once more, and turning so that his abdomen faces the demon girl, before emitting a blinding light that causes her to veer off-course for fear of being blinded.

Your attention, however, is torn from Volbeat’s actions as you attempt to scramble up the now plummeting beast that you and Niamh ride upon. Perona regains composure and levitates beside you all the while, prepared to aid you should the Tropius’ descent cause you to fly from its back. Niamh seems to struggle to hold on, whispering softly to her companion in an attempt to reinstate the rhythm of flight. You strain every muscle in the bout with the force of your descent, and as you finally reach Niamh, her grip begins to falter. For the first time, as she glances back at you, you find in her expression a fear to which her features are unaccustomed. Suddenly, her grip relents, and she slips helplessly from her Tropius’ neck, zipping across its back and towards the ever-nearing darkness below. You react with imperative haste, and within but a moment’s opportunity and a hair’s breadth between you, you clasp her hand and cease her descent into the forest. This does not, however, save you both, and cease the plummet into the abyss.

Niamh gazes up at you, gratitude filling her wizened eyes. Her silver hair whips about in the whirlwind enclosing you, and in her virtuous presence, you suddenly feel at ease, in spite of the dire situation. Then her voice, unhindered by the gusts that fill your ears, speaks directly to your mind, through a telepathic void in which the chaos around you plays no part.

“Thank you Tim. Now it is time. That box I gave you - open it. Wear the pendant inside. With that pendant touching your heart, the one here who is closest to you will be permitted the access to it. Wear it, and her spirit shall fill you, she shall become you, just as the demon has possessed my grandchild, Perona shall hold your very being. Once you are one with Perona, proceed to the mountain just a short distance from here, and battle my possessed grandchild. This is the only way you can save her. Once the necklace is removed, it shall remove Perona from you, and you will become two separate bodies once more. But do not do this until the demon has been exorcised. Every capability and every power that Perona possesses will flow through your veins. Do not show that demon mercy.

“As for me, I shall sustain my life until the deed has been done. With the power my grandchild will possess upon my death, you will be destroyed in an instant. This shall not be so until the demon is removed, and so you must leave me and focus every effort on being the exorcist. I will not die until it is done. That is my final promise to you, Tim. I have every faith in you.”

The world around you seems to have slowed, the wind softened, as Niamh speaks to you. You must reach for the box, but to do so, much release Niamh. Once the pendant is worn, Perona can enter your body, and you will possess every ability she has.

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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: Your enthusiasm in reacquiring your companions assures your unhindered cooperation, and it is without the slightest qualm that you receive the cloth and Reynard’s instructions and prepare to set off. Reynard, having glanced away to adjust his rifle to a ready state, looks up as you inquire whether the way in which you adorn the cloth is suitable, and chuckles. “I’m afraid not, Zak. There aren’t many spores in this forest…it’s humid, but not poisonous. No…this is for your eyes,” as he speaks he takes the cloth himself and pulls it over your eyes, tying a knot so tight that the pressure seems to numb the pain in your head, leaving you to speculate over how removing the blindfold will be achieved without the use of a knife. Slightly more unnerved by your blinded state, you proceed nonetheless, a hand upon Reynard’s shoulder to guide your path. At first, you proceed without conversation, hearing solely the sound of your footsteps and the distant cries of numerous species echoing through the trees. “Watch your step here,” Reynard warns quietly as a stray tree root protrudes from the ground, and with an apprehensive step and slight stumble, you manage to overcome the obstacle. This continues for a while, with the occasional alert from Reynard allowing for a safe progression through the trees. It seems that Reynard is either employing the opportunity to fathom the depths of thought, or sustaining a substantial level of caution. For a moment, you feel him cease in his tracks, and hear the click as his rifle is cocked. As you anticipate a subsequent crack, only silence - all residual noises of the wild exempt - lingers. He then resumes his footsteps.

You travel for a length of time you can only estimate to be around thirty minutes. The disorientation of your novel sightlessness begins to agitate you, but you are driven by the constant consideration of your incarcerated companions, and wordlessly proceed with naught but their safety in mind. You begin to wonder if your path will ever end, though your sudden perception of a distant rumble indicates the proximity to a crashing body of water. Reynard appears this time to be true to his word - although your reliance on his promise alone has faltered somewhat. You can tell that his caution has subsided, indicating the closeness of the forest’s edge, and the path on which you tread is traversed with far greater ease.

Then, you find yourself caught in a flurry of sudden movement. Reynard ceases in his steps as his Manectric hops past you, seemingly to accompany his trainer as the swift reinstatement of caution jumps to his mind as well. “You bitch,” is the sole utterance that escapes Reynard’s lips, before he releases a panicked shout. A boom then sounds at first from a distance, before the effects crash through the trees in your direction and a sudden, residual force causes you to stumble. Once the crashing power bypasses you within an inch, a spray of splinters stings your face and in the blindfold that restricts your vision you find a novel benefit in its ability to shield your eyes. The nearby groan of tearing wood then indicates the imminence of peril. “Move, Zak!” A familiar female voice calls from an indiscernible direction, and you react to the best of your ability with a lunge as far from the sound of the toppling tree as possible. The thunder of the tree’s descent rings through your ears and you pray that you do not currently lie beneath the plummeting object, scrambling to unfasten your blindfold all the while - with little success. However, seemingly blocked from its course to the forest floor by the trees that surround it, the tumbling tree slows to a halt before you find yourself crushed by its weight. “Zak!” Reynard calls out to you , his voice barely distinguishable beneath the ringing in your ears. “Zak!” This time the same girl calls, seemingly closer to you now than Reynard. As her footsteps approach and you feel her laboured breath on your neck, you can sense Keeley’s presence as she begins to tug at the knot of your blindfold. She grunts as she struggles to loosen it, making, to the best of your knowledge, no apparent progress with it whatsoever. Then the distant crack of a rifle and the sound of a projectile colliding with a nearby body of wood stops her attempts entirely, and she drags you to your feet. As she pulls you along the forest floor, the sound of gunshots echo in the distance, causing Keeley to squeak in fear as the bullets, or tranquilisers, strike the trees that enclose you. The sound of heavy breathing from an individual that is far from human, but of great and beastlike proportions, signifies that she has brought you to her Dragonite. “Quick,” she says, guiding your hand to its cool scales, “climb on, we need to get you out of here.” Unable to remove the blindfold around your head, your navigation is significantly hindered. You need to react quickly, lest Reynard’s shots strike you, or the two that accompany you. That is providing you wish to assuage the danger in which they are now placed.

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Having been informed that the cloth mask was not actually to cloak his mouth from breathing in any foreign spores or other such damaging poisons within the forest, but rather to blindfold him, Zak sighed slightly. Was all of this really necessary, he had agreed to co-operate, surely he would at least have the privilege of his eyes. With this apparently not so, Reynard began tugging at the cloth, pulling it over the boy's nose and across his deep brown eyes. Despite losing the ability to see completely, he noticed that the pain in his head seemed to lessen, what with the pressure of the blindfold. Setting off with a hand on his previous captor's shoulder to keep his balance, the two and the electric canine begin to traverse through what Zak could only picture as the most root littered forest he had come across. Every few seconds he would stumble, sometimes recieving a forewarning from the man accompanying him.

After what seemed like a decade, which was more along the lines of a mere half an hour, alone with his thoughts, the boy began to panic slightly. He wanted to be reinstated alongside his young friends, despite their overall pluckiness, they were bound to be missing him and worrying profusely, at least, that is what he hoped. Lost in his mind, the boy took a while to realize that the ground was much safer now, he was certainly tripping less over discarded branches and thick tree roots, "Are we nearly there yet?" Zak moaned, his voice hoarse, the whole time the two had been walking he had kept completely silent. However, as he asks, both the Manectric and Reynard begin running, perhaps a matter of some urgency had sprung before them. It wasn't until the boy heard the man's harsh words did he realize they had quite obviously stumbled upon Keeley once more. A loud boom resides through the trees and, with it, destruction. Splinters fly in all directions, burying themselves in Zak's face. As he attempts to claw them off, pulling at his mask as he does so, the boy recognizes Keeley's voice, "Move Zak!" It is too late, a loud crunch denotes a tree becoming completely uprooted, he was a goner. Though, as his life began to flash before his eyes, an expression he did not rightly believe, a thud shook the ground nearby, he had been saved.

"Wh-who did that?" the boy stammered, his hands scrambling at his face once more, attempting to release himself of the face mask. It isn't long before he hears his name, twice in fact. Once from his companion Reynard, sounding rather distant and the second from a much closer female. It became apparent from her footsteps on the forest floor that the girl had come to his aid and, feeling her breathing on his neck, the boy's heart sunk. She was assisting him, completely unknowing of his alliance with the man attempting to capture her. Despite this, he was not going to deny her help for the time being as she too struggled to release the ever tightening blindfold, which had begun to hurt his eyes, due to how much it had been toyed with around the back of his head. Rifles sound and more cracking ensues, the man was not going to give up and the girl began to act quickly, dragging at her so called companion, attempting to protect him. It was obvious that none of the tranquilizers had made contact with her yet, but it was potentially only a matter of time.

"Quick" Keeley utters, having relocated the boy to a 'safer' location. A gruff breathing told Zak that she had brought along her Dragonite to assist. With the girl wanting to take him with her, he had to act fast. He wanted his companions back and leaving with the mysterious girl would only hinder the process further. "NO!" he cried out, "That man has my pokémon, he stole them and locked me away, I escaped and he caught up to me..." As the boy spun his web of little white lies more and more, he hoped it would be a good enough distraction for Reynard to get closer and possibly issue another, more justified capture. It seemed his words would not be enough so, foolishly, Zak stumbled back in the direction he had come, or at least the way he thought he had come. Wherever he was heading, he was going to be at a disadvantage, trying was all he could do. Turning in the direction the shots were materializing from, he stood with his arms by his side, hoping that Keeley would attempt to follow him so he could try and make a quick duck down, leaving him sheltered from the darts and the girl out in the open...
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Walking down a long and winding rock path, the diddler found himself detouring from Delibird Ridge on over to The Rock Garden, where the main focus of the area is the amazing natural rock formations. There is also rumors that precious stone and other treasures lay beneath the surface, and nothing pleased the diddler more than building his fortune with a little luck. Hob-hobbling along, the unfit wannabe super villain struggled to walk at a steady pace without exhausting himself, gaining quite a few pounds from eating all those Kuchen Cakes and such.

Taking the exotic hat from off his head to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed, due to the spring sun beaming down on him, he stopped dead in his tracks stripping down to nothing but his boxer-shorts. Digging through his junky backpack he found himself another set of clothing, perfect disguise for undercover diddling and such, but this was far from subtle. Pulling out a large tophat, a red button up vest, a pair of blue spandex w/ fake goatee, and army boots to complete the outfit as freaked out Ringmaster.

Rather than go around screaming he was the diddler, he planned on going by the alias Kopernikus and be known as a lost lion tamer from the great Forbidden Garden. Chances were he would find himself caught up in some type of situation, he always does. "Let's take the scenic route," he says pulling a pokéball from his sacks, he held Rampage’s red and white ball tightly in his grasp. Instead of releasing him now, something told him to wait until they reached the garden itself.

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Amras walked out of the area surrounding Cloud Forest, a content look on his face as he scratched his Houndour Rensing's ear. The two had recently decided to take an adventure in the Cloud Garden, having just become friends, and were looking to do some training, as well as possibly meet a new buddy. The Houndour's tail swished back and forth in joy, and the puppy barked playfully before tackling Amras to the ground, ready to play. Chuckling slightly, Amras took a cursory look at the forest, impressed by the sheer size of the trees, and in awe of the beauty it projected on him. Having always been deeply in tune with nature since his birth long ago, Amras had looked forward to feeling the ebb of life in the forest once again, and was relieved that Rensing felt the same way. Talking a deep breath, and tickling Rensing slightly, the two set off into the Cloud Forest, ready for their adventure to begin.
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The Rose Arch: Dark Wood

Mewsic Box: You bravely spring back into action, staunchly voicing your devotion to the task at hand before issuing another bout of orders to your two battling companions. The demon girl, now recovering from her temporary hindrance, begins to speed up, seemingly panicked by the success of your course, and regains momentum in barely an instant. Perona is the first to respond, releasing yet another gust of Icy cold wind from behind her mask, which strikes not just the Murkrow, but the tailing demon girl as well. As the wind envelopes, the Murkrow’s momentum ceases as its wings fold haphazardly in the wind and shed a substantial cloud of pitch-black feathers, and with a weakened cry, it sinks into the darkness below, its energy spent. Level up for Perona.

Perona, now seemingly fatigued by the mid-flight battle, takes a moment for respite, as the demon girl attempts to endure the effects of the Icy Wind. Meanwhile, Volbeat makes its attempt and zooms towards her with its wings Buzzing violently. The demon girl, however, is quick to respond, and sends the Volbeat straight back towards you with the signature wave of her hand. Perona, slightly panicked by the retaliation, prepares the Ice Beam that you instructed, only to be blasted backwards by yet another Dark Pulse. The demon girl then cackles that blood-chilling cackle that you had heard once before, and seems to effortlessly gain momentum. She outstretches two pale hands, although this time seems to possess no intention to seize you. Alternatively, she positions each hand so that that they form the shape of a V, seeming to aim at the great, majestic wings of the Tropius upon which you sit. Her increasing speed causes her to loom over you for a few seconds before her chilling smile is followed by a dual Dark Pulse that strikes the Tropius’ wings directly, completely impeding its ability to sustain its flight and causing every rider on its back to jolt violently, desperately clinging to avoid being thrown into the darkness. Volbeat then responds by taking flight once more, and turning so that his abdomen faces the demon girl, before emitting a blinding light that causes her to veer off-course for fear of being blinded.

Your attention, however, is torn from Volbeat’s actions as you attempt to scramble up the now plummeting beast that you and Niamh ride upon. Perona regains composure and levitates beside you all the while, prepared to aid you should the Tropius’ descent cause you to fly from its back. Niamh seems to struggle to hold on, whispering softly to her companion in an attempt to reinstate the rhythm of flight. You strain every muscle in the bout with the force of your descent, and as you finally reach Niamh, her grip begins to falter. For the first time, as she glances back at you, you find in her expression a fear to which her features are unaccustomed. Suddenly, her grip relents, and she slips helplessly from her Tropius’ neck, zipping across its back and towards the ever-nearing darkness below. You react with imperative haste, and within but a moment’s opportunity and a hair’s breadth between you, you clasp her hand and cease her descent into the forest. This does not, however, save you both, and cease the plummet into the abyss.

Niamh gazes up at you, gratitude filling her wizened eyes. Her silver hair whips about in the whirlwind enclosing you, and in her virtuous presence, you suddenly feel at ease, in spite of the dire situation. Then her voice, unhindered by the gusts that fill your ears, speaks directly to your mind, through a telepathic void in which the chaos around you plays no part.

“Thank you Tim. Now it is time. That box I gave you - open it. Wear the pendant inside. With that pendant touching your heart, the one here who is closest to you will be permitted the access to it. Wear it, and her spirit shall fill you, she shall become you, just as the demon has possessed my grandchild, Perona shall hold your very being. Once you are one with Perona, proceed to the mountain just a short distance from here, and battle my possessed grandchild. This is the only way you can save her. Once the necklace is removed, it shall remove Perona from you, and you will become two separate bodies once more. But do not do this until the demon has been exorcised. Every capability and every power that Perona possesses will flow through your veins. Do not show that demon mercy.

“As for me, I shall sustain my life until the deed has been done. With the power my grandchild will possess upon my death, you will be destroyed in an instant. This shall not be so until the demon is removed, and so you must leave me and focus every effort on being the exorcist. I will not die until it is done. That is my final promise to you, Tim. I have every faith in you.”

The world around you seems to have slowed, the wind softened, as Niamh speaks to you. You must reach for the box, but to do so, much release Niamh. Once the pendant is worn, Perona can enter your body, and you will possess every ability she has.

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As Perona mustard up as much strength as her body would allow, she managed to blow the second, and last, Murkrow out of the sky. The little ghostie jumped and shouted with happiness as she suddenly felt a boost of strength. Suddenly, Perona’s body began to emit a dazzling light covering every inch. Tim looked in awe as he realized what was happening, his little ghostly pal was evolving! “P- P- Perona?” he questioned, not believing his eyes. Perona’s body shape altered, her torso grew larger than her whole body, stubby legs sprouted from beneath, her once ghostly appendages began full-blown hands, and out her back and on top of her head sprouted beautifully eerie strands of ghost matter. The light dimmed as her single eye opened to reveal an enchanting blood red pupil. “CLOPS!” roared the mighty ghost as her energy could be felt by Tim himself. “Perona!” Tim shouted in happiness, giggling a little, “You’ve evolved! Into a Dusclops! You sure have grown some! Haha!” he finished as his grin actually began to hurt.

At this, the demon possessed granddaughter gain a speed boost, but it wasn’t Tim she was aiming for, instead she fired her Dark Pulse at their transportation, Niamh’s Tropius. As the pulse struck, Tropius began to shake violently, trying to regain its rhythm with the wind. Niamh’s once lively face was filled with fear, something Tim had never seen before. The elderly woman began to slip as Perona came hovering down to her master. As Niamh began to slip off Tropius’s neck, Tim dashed and quickly managed to grip her hand, keeping Niamh from a hazardous fall. As Tim held on to her hand with a tight grip, Niamh began a telepathic conversation with Tim, explaining how now the time to use the pendant was here. She continued to explain how Tim and Perona would become one, enabling them to fight off the demon within Niamh’s granddaughter. Tim began to breath deeper as a lump grew in his throat, “B-but if I need to get the pendant… I-I….I’ll have to let you go!” shouted Tim as his held back tears and deep breaths suddenly began to release themselves. Niamh’s expression told Tim that it was what had to be done, he tried to loosen his grip, but couldn’t so easily. Tim couldn’t hold anything back any longer; he began to cry heavily and shake vigorously as he closed his eyes and released his grip on Niamh. The adolescent trainer could bare to see her fall, but he knew it was what had to be done. Tim sat and sobbed as he remembered Niamh’s final words to Tim, “As for me, I shall sustain my life until the deed has been done. With the power my grandchild will possess upon my death, you will be destroyed in an instant. This shall not be so until the demon is removed, and so you must leave me and focus every effort on being the exorcist. I will not die until it is done. That is my final promise to you, Tim. I have every faith in you.”

Tim clenched his fists as the tears continued; Tim’s sorrow had changed to rage, “IF NOT FOR THAT DAMN DEMON, EVERYONE WOULD BE FINE!” raged the trainer as he began to have a fit of pure rage and hatred towards the demon, “I WILL KILL YOU, YOU DAMN DEMON!!!” continued Tim. He arose and reached for the box containing the pendant, he explained to the newly evolved Perona how the pendant worked and she, being as angry as Tim, agreed. “This will be a true test of our bond Perona.” Tim said, ready to battle, as he placed the pendant over his neck and next to his heart.
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You rightfully bestow all priorities to your companions, and insist to Keeley that your best interests are with Reynard, who, you lie, has currently stolen your companions. Keeley protests, futilely tugging at your clothes in a desperate attempt to sustain your company. “Zak, no! You have it all wrong!” You pull yourself away from her, intending for Reynard to inch ever closer and pop the crucial shot that will leave you unhindered, and his target acquired. With your arms by your side, and with babyish gracelessness you proceed towards where you believe the gunshots stemmed from. Keeley spins you around, “Zak, no! You can’t go with him, he’s not to be trusted. I will help you, I -” another gunshot zips past and strikes another body of wood. Life erupts around you as various beasts flee for their lives, the birds perched in the enclosing trees and the rodents scuttling across the leaf-strewn ground. Keeley, startled by the proximity, weakens her hold and you spin back around, stumbling helplessly to the ground as another root catches your foot. This gunshot seemed to originate from a new location, indicating that Reynard had begun moving through the trees. “Zak! Please!” You hear Keeley call out again from behind, and as you planned, you drop, bruising yourself in the fall. A gunshot pierces your ears once more as Reynard takes the chance, and from that moment, silence ensues. From what your hearing can ascertain, Keeley is no longer in pursuit. Her voice no longer cries out. You rise, desperately tugging at your blindfold in frustration at your lingering disorientation and reliance upon your ears alone. For a few moments, you feel a sense of isolation pressing down on your vulnerable form, as though both Reynard, Keeley and their respective companions have departed the forest. With the great evacuation prompted by Reynard’s shots, only silence pervades every angle. Then his voice rings out, somewhere to your right. “Zak!” You turn towards him, but he beckons you again - this time, from a completely different direction. “Zak!” You halt, bewildered. He calls you again, some distance to your right. But almost immediately afterwards, his voice calls from your left. Every sense of direction falters at the enshrouding voices of Reynard. You tear at your blindfold, but still no success. You can only rely on your senses. Left, or right?

What will you do?



The Rock Garden

Silver Wind: Following your detour through the scenic Delibird Ridge, you traverse a path in lofty spirits, but plagued by the exhaustion that beats down on your with the sweltering rays of sunlight, you feel as though the continuation of your intended path requires an attire more suited to the weather. Consequently, you don the peculiar outfit that sits in your bag which conveys slight hints of your typical ringleader, what with the accompanying goatee, tall top-hat and the mysterious background to accompany the pseudonym of ’Kopernikus’. In search of a situation in which you can immerse your fresh identity, you proceed to Rock Gardens with Rampage’s ball clasped in your hand.

Along your progressively-rocky path, just as the distance reveals to you a great stone arch flanked by two steep hills, which shields great formations that tower above the horizon, your eyes meet the first presence you had anticipated. A figure is situated just in front of the arch, seemingly seated upon some stout object, with a tall item in his hand that resembles a sign. As you approach, the Rock Gardens beginning to materialise behind the arch, and the gradually-ascending hills which enclose you embedded with boulders that protrude in jagged formations from the firm soil, you begin to notice the frailty of the man that sits before the Gardens, as well as the long, matted grey beard that hangs from his jaw. Drawing closer, you can detect in his sunken eyes a detachment from the world around him that piques your curiosity. Peering from him and into the Rock Gardens, the path behind the arch now taking a far more jagged and inhospitable formation, you see the caves and burrows of which you’d heard much before concluding to travel here. In the dusty distance, movement is seen, either wild beasts or the presence of other people looking to explore much like yourself.

You turn back to the lifeless, bearded man at your side, and read the makeshift sign in his hand that is made from a plank of wood conjoined with cardboard. Barely legible for the muck that swathes it, you can discern two words: â€Adventurer wanted’. Judging from the now filth-laden cotton shirt hanging around his torso, and the once neat but now soil-stained pinstripes clothing his legs, and the worn, matted leather of a once valuable pair of shoes, you ascertain that this man has not only spent a great deal of time detached from civility, but also possesses an intriguing background.

Then again, he now looks like a tramp, and sometimes dealing with such men is not the wisest of decisions.

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The Cloud Forest

Amras.MG: With the sun hung high and bright in the sky, you too begin your latest adventure with lofty spirits. As you stand to survey the location of your latest excursion, your friend Rensing conveys his excitement through a playful bout with you, to which you respond fondly. You feel as though the forest invites you, brimming with the natural life to which you are so innately accustomed, and without further hesitation, you enter Cloud Forest with optimism in your thoughts.

As you had anticipated, the forest is vivacious. Beneath your feet, the verdant ground upon which you walk seems to breath of its own accord, and the distant trees and shrubbery gently wave as their inhabitants shift from place to place, ignorant of your novel presence. Hanging in the air are the spores of countless grass-types, and the thick pollen of flowers that thrive in their wondrous habitat. The density causes you to feel slightly drowsy, and you press onwards in hope of an encounter through which you can train your canine companion. Around you the chirps of bugs and birds alike set a certainty in your mind that it won’t be long before you spot a creature of some description.

Due to the canine instincts of your Houndour, Rensing wastes little time in sniffing out the forest’s various occupants. Yet, with the devilish aura that surrounds him, your every opportunity for battle is eliminated with the terrified flight of any beast that happens upon yourself and your dog, seemingly accustomed to a forest uninhabited by such species as you. It seems as though the forest brims with a timidity that you must somehow subvert. But for now, you simply press on in the hopes of some occurrence springing into your path, all the while absorbing the somewhat magical tranquillity of the verdant haven.

However, your serenity is swiftly snatched by the inexplicable sight that bursts before you. The tree beside which you are about to walk suddenly erupts into flame. The point of ignition in indiscernible, but within seconds of the initial spark catching the corner of your eye, the great oak is enveloped, billowing smoke through the canopy in vast quantities. With the tight-knit proximity of the trees that surround you, you are certain that it will not be long before the fire begins to spread. Should all else fail, you’d need to evacuate as quickly as possible.

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The Rose Arch: Dark Wood

Mewsic Box: You stare long into the eyes of your honourable saviour, her wisdom, compassion and respect conveyed in every feature of her aged face. As the pressure overwhelms you, and your better nature conflicts with every muscle in your body, to which it is known that the lessening of your hold is required with haste, you cannot restrain your emotion. Though the time in which your journey has taken you thus far has barely seen her attendance, you cannot subdue the sense of familiarity that binds you to her. Her very presence in a place where no light percolated neither the trees or your heart brought with it an unyielding bond that you cannot condemn with the loosening of your grip. Swallowing your emotion, and holding your saviours final expression and lasting words in your mind as your strongest memento, you close your eyes and allow her to slip. Beside you, a buzz zooms past as Volbeat pursues his trainer, any attempt at suspending her futile, but his presence in her final moments invaluable to her. By now, Tropius has ceased its attempts, too fatigued to re-establish flight, and merely plummets to what may well be its own demise - though it seems to do so with a serenity that allows your following actions a suitably tranquil atmosphere in which to prepare your final retaliation.

Your rage at the spirit within Niamh’s granddaughter fuels your desire to engage with the process that Niamh had detailed, and turning to your loyal ghost, who now floats with newfound rejuvenation and capability at your side as you fall through the air, you open the box, withdraw the pendant and loop it around your neck. Almost immediately, you feel the rush of ensuing magic.

The feeling is inexplicable, as though your heart has burst wide open and all that you ever cherished pervades your very soul, every love, every treasure, all swirling within your beating heart with an overwhelming sense of appreciation, within which you blissfully revel for those precious few moments. Perona places a hand upon your chest, and in perfect synchronisation with your heart, her body begins to pulsate. Her spectral body shimmers and fades with every passing second, and you feel her every power seeping though your veins like an ethereal drug. You eyes turn skyward, and glisten with the crimson hue of Perona’s own, and it is with an unyielding sense of enshrouding wellbeing that your body seems to acquire a weightlessness that lifts you gently from your seat atop the Tropius. Perona embraces her purpose, and a scarce few minutes transpire before her spectral form has vanished, though her presence remains. Within you, you can feel her essence residing, and her abilities begin to enliven every muscle in your body. Flight is now effortless, communication as simple as a fleeting thought, and the bond you had always sustained intensifies to uncompromising proportions. You have become Perona, and Perona has become you.

You begin to soar through the moonlit atmosphere, revelling in the experience of ghostly capabilities. Bliss envelopes you as you revel in the perfection of your being, the perfection of your surroundings, and the perfection you now share with Perona. Yet every pleasant moment is ultimately short lived, as the demon hovers overhead, her silhouette suspended in the light of the silvery moon. Niamh’s instructions echo through your head, and you must now take action to exorcise the spirit within her grandchild. The mountain, she said, is but a little further. Perhaps it is time to begin the battle.

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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You rightfully bestow all priorities to your companions, and insist to Keeley that your best interests are with Reynard, who, you lie, has currently stolen your companions. Keeley protests, futilely tugging at your clothes in a desperate attempt to sustain your company. “Zak, no! You have it all wrong!” You pull yourself away from her, intending for Reynard to inch ever closer and pop the crucial shot that will leave you unhindered, and his target acquired. With your arms by your side, and with babyish gracelessness you proceed towards where you believe the gunshots stemmed from. Keeley spins you around, “Zak, no! You can’t go with him, he’s not to be trusted. I will help you, I -” another gunshot zips past and strikes another body of wood. Life erupts around you as various beasts flee for their lives, the birds perched in the enclosing trees and the rodents scuttling across the leaf-strewn ground. Keeley, startled by the proximity, weakens her hold and you spin back around, stumbling helplessly to the ground as another root catches your foot. This gunshot seemed to originate from a new location, indicating that Reynard had begun moving through the trees. “Zak! Please!” You hear Keeley call out again from behind, and as you planned, you drop, bruising yourself in the fall. A gunshot pierces your ears once more as Reynard takes the chance, and from that moment, silence ensues. From what your hearing can ascertain, Keeley is no longer in pursuit. Her voice no longer cries out. You rise, desperately tugging at your blindfold in frustration at your lingering disorientation and reliance upon your ears alone. For a few moments, you feel a sense of isolation pressing down on your vulnerable form, as though both Reynard, Keeley and their respective companions have departed the forest. With the great evacuation prompted by Reynard’s shots, only silence pervades every angle. Then his voice rings out, somewhere to your right. “Zak!” You turn towards him, but he beckons you again - this time, from a completely different direction. “Zak!” You halt, bewildered. He calls you again, some distance to your right. But almost immediately afterwards, his voice calls from your left. Every sense of direction falters at the enshrouding voices of Reynard. You tear at your blindfold, but still no success. You can only rely on your senses. Left, or right?

What will you do?
With his initial plan to drop to the ground quite the success, he could only presume. There was no sound coming from where Keeley was previously. However, as he listened, it became apparent that there was no sound, let alone the girl. Beginning to panic, isolated from the world by the blindfold still tight around his head, the boy froze where he stood. All of a sudden, a voice rang through the trees, a male voice, it was obviously Reynard. However, as he tried to use his senses to pinpoint the exact location of the man, the cry of his name appeared from another direction. Confused once again, he had to make a decision, the voice was coming from both the left and the right. Maybe he was imagining things, what with the mask covering his eyes, maybe his senses were beginning to play tricks on him.

"Reynard, as soon as I find you, you had better get me to my pokémon or take this bloody mask off..." Zak was beginning to get even more irate with having to wear such a thing, "...I know she is meant to be the bad guy, but why am I now getting the feeling she isn't so bad?" Zak murmured to himself under his breath, wanting Reynard to hear but not confident enough to blurt it out directly towards him, wherever he was. Fed up of the conflicting voices in his mind, the boy decided to take off to the right, that was the direction he had originally heard the man's voice...
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The Rainbow Falls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You feel frustrated, the ever-agitating tension of the blindfold, growing tighter with every frantic tug, provoking a warning to Reynard upon pinpointing where he now stands within the forest. “Zak?” His voice calls once more. Evidently, he cannot pinpoint where you are, you must have ventured a substantial distance into the thick of the trees. “Zak?” His voice repeats from the right. This voice has edged ever closer, and you edge closer to it. You suspect his presence in the direction you attempt to navigate, due to it being the first to call. You then murmur to yourself, pondering over the validity of the vice that you’ve discovered to be thrust upon Keeley’s name.

“She isn’t meant to be the bad guy.” You suddenly stop, at quite the opportune moment due to the root jutting inches from your foot that threatens to topple you over once more. The concept seems at first impossible. Your own voice just replied to your own musings. It repeated your exact tone, exact phrase, only it was not you the voice had this time stemmed from. For lack of a better excuse, you wonder if Reynard was quite the skilled impressionist, and simply replied to your concerned pondering in a mocking fashion. The impossibility of a man’s voice altering in such a way barely touches your considerations, for without your sight, all interpretation can come solely from your hearing.

“She isn’t so bad.” You say again. You place a hand on your mouth, just to ascertain that you are not the one speaking. You then push forwards, arms outstretched, to try and determine the culprit of this bewildering trickery, barely managing to overstep the root, yet you find nobody. You attempt to communicate, but there is no response. It is but a few seconds before fear begins to seep into your spirit, entirely vulnerable without a companion’s aid, or your eye’s perception to establish anything at all. Then, Reynard’s voice returns.

“The trainer thinks Keeley is an enemy. Courtesy of yours truly.” This time it comes from directly above. You cannot understand what he is attempting to tell you. Suddenly, a flutter akin to the wings of a bird springs from a nearby tree and flies past you and into the distance. “Zak!” Reynard’s voice again, but this time, further ahead. The blindfold is stifling now, and you cannot endure any longer the inability for sight. Something needs to tear it off, the knot is too tight. Perhaps a third party, perhaps an inanimate object. Perhaps you should have headed for the voice to the left.

What will you do?
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The Rainbow Falls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You feel frustrated, the ever-agitating tension of the blindfold, growing tighter with every frantic tug, provoking a warning to Reynard upon pinpointing where he now stands within the forest. “Zak?” His voice calls once more. Evidently, he cannot pinpoint where you are, you must have ventured a substantial distance into the thick of the trees. “Zak?” His voice repeats from the right. This voice has edged ever closer, and you edge closer to it. You suspect his presence in the direction you attempt to navigate, due to it being the first to call. You then murmur to yourself, pondering over the validity of the vice that you’ve discovered to be thrust upon Keeley’s name.

“She isn’t meant to be the bad guy.” You suddenly stop, at quite the opportune moment due to the root jutting inches from your foot that threatens to topple you over once more. The concept seems at first impossible. Your own voice just replied to your own musings. It repeated your exact tone, exact phrase, only it was not you the voice had this time stemmed from. For lack of a better excuse, you wonder if Reynard was quite the skilled impressionist, and simply replied to your concerned pondering in a mocking fashion. The impossibility of a man’s voice altering in such a way barely touches your considerations, for without your sight, all interpretation can come solely from your hearing.

“She isn’t so bad.” You say again. You place a hand on your mouth, just to ascertain that you are not the one speaking. You then push forwards, arms outstretched, to try and determine the culprit of this bewildering trickery, barely managing to overstep the root, yet you find nobody. You attempt to communicate, but there is no response. It is but a few seconds before fear begins to seep into your spirit, entirely vulnerable without a companion’s aid, or your eye’s perception to establish anything at all. Then, Reynard’s voice returns.

“The trainer thinks Keeley is an enemy. Courtesy of yours truly.” This time it comes from directly above. You cannot understand what he is attempting to tell you. Suddenly, a flutter akin to the wings of a bird springs from a nearby tree and flies past you and into the distance. “Zak!” Reynard’s voice again, but this time, further ahead. The blindfold is stifling now, and you cannot endure any longer the inability for sight. Something needs to tear it off, the knot is too tight. Perhaps a third party, perhaps an inanimate object. Perhaps you should have headed for the voice to the left.

What will you do?
[I'm loving the adventure, you're a great updater, so I can't get enough xD ~ I need to write more :x]

Having decided to attempt to follow the voice to the right direction, there was absolutely no success. The voice continues to call his name from a variety of locations, disorientating Zak even more than he already was. With a quick murmur of resent, the other voice changed dramatically. He could not believe what just happened, the voice which had sounded like Reynard previously now resembled his down to a tee. Reynard could be quite the skilled impressionist, but it was as if Zak had rewound time and replayed exactly what he had said, the same tone, the same pitch. If he wasn't Reynard, there was a certain pokémon species known to imitate human speech, had he stumbled upon one of these pokémon, he needed to know.

"...hello?" Zak whispered, hardly even able to comprehend what was happening, thanks to the tightening blindfold. Deep within his mind, he had a hunch, but he wanted to be completely sure. In an instant, the voice returns to Reynard once more, but, rather than from the right or the left, it seemed to be from above. Nearby, a flutter could be heard coming from the trees, similar to that of a bird, before it disappeared into the distance. This sound was followed right by another cry of his name from 'Reynard'. The first thing he had to do now was get rid of the mask, he could not keep it there any longer, it was like completely losing a sense, something that terrified the boy. From where he stood, he cried out, "I'm pretty sure you're not Reynard, show yourself, remove this blindfold for me!" Zak cried out after what he could only imagine was the imitated voice. As he awaited a reply or assistance, the boy dropped to his knees, scrabbling around on the dusty ground in the hopes of finding some sort of sharp object to assist him, he really wished his team mates were here now...
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskits

Pearl's Perap: Desperate to ascertain the identity of the species that currently ensnares you in its trickery, you urge the culprit to reveal itself through the removal of your blindfold. However, there is no response. Silence ensues for quite a while, before you drop to the floor again and skim the leafy ground for an inanimate object with which your relief can be attained. Just dirt, dead leaves and the occasional unsuspecting bug rolls beneath your open hands, the susurrus of your search the only sound that graces your surroundings. For a while, as you futilely attempt to acquire a rock or some similar sharp object, you fear the silence indicates your isolation once more.

“He will help us catch her. The trainer thinks Keeley is an enemy. Courtesy of yours truly.” The unmistakable eloquence of Reynard’s accent once again speaks from above. “She isn’t so bad.” Your voice, though not from your lips. The flutter from above moves to your left, “We’ll kill him if he doesn’t help,” Reynard’s speech, unmistakably. The fluttering continues as the culprit seems to flit from branch to branch, or whatever it is that now surrounds you. Despite the induced knowledge of your surroundings, without your sight the precise nature eludes you entirely.

Nonetheless, as the voices replay above your head, you continue to scramble for an object, craving the frisson of discovery, the joys of sight, and the ability to distinguish the creature that torments you with its human words. Your breaths shorten in frustration, longing for the company of your companions, and suddenly the wings flutter to your side. You pause, cautious to what will happen.

“Zak!” Reynard’s voice calls you to your left. You remain where you are, still curious as to how the creature will proceed. “Zak?” It speaks again, unmoving, just inches to your left. With naught to do but search, you turn. Had the creature maintained its position, you’d surely now be nose-to-nose, though no physical indicator of its being there touches your senses. “Zak!” You flinch, the voice just inches away from you, and, desperate to satiate your curiosity, you reach out. A few successive shuffles indicate that the creature cowers from your hand, but you stretch out anyway, determination enhanced by your lack of senses goading your movements. As the retracting shuffling continues, your balance teeters slightly. Unable to reach further without shuffling forwards, your outstretched hand falls instinctively to the ground ahead. “He seems to like me,” Reynard’s voice states, directly ahead. But you barely register, as your hand now rests on something smooth, rigid and pointed.

You zealously pull the stone towards you, and run your forefinger along its edge to verify the serrated texture. With barely a second’s hesitation, you bring it to the cloth tightened around your eyes and carefully drag the stone across the fabric, weakening its constriction.

“Would she have told him where it was?” This voice does not resemble any you have heard, but comes from that same creature, stood just a few feet on the ground ahead of you. You feel the grooves of the thin yet robust stone press into your skin, shedding pinpricks of blood as you attempt to apply pressure to the oscillation of your hand against the blindfold. The scratching fabric makes your head tingle, and the light filters through the gap beneath your eyes that the bridge of your nose creates.

“Keep the Pokemon.” The same unfamiliar voice speaks from across the forest floor and suddenly, with an aching arm and stinging fingers, the blindfold snaps in your hand. The alleviation is blissful, and with a sigh of relief, you release it and the stone, both dropping to the ground at your side. The immediate glare of sunlight takes a while to subside, and you rub your temples and the bridge of your nose before you can distinguish the encircling formation of trees, and the avian occupant of the patch of ground just a few feet ahead of you. Your suspicions are verified at the sight of a colourful bird, its downy black head sporting a crest akin to that of an eighth note, with a curved bill that shimmers a pink hue in the sunlight raining from above. “Zak?” It says, tilting its head.

What will you do?


Just to note: the outcome of your choice (left or right) was decided by a RNG.
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Pearl's Perap: Desperate to ascertain the identity of the species that currently ensnares you in its trickery, you urge the culprit to reveal itself through the removal of your blindfold. However, there is no response. Silence ensues for quite a while, before you drop to the floor again and skim the leafy ground for an inanimate object with which your relief can be attained. Just dirt, dead leaves and the occasional unsuspecting bug rolls beneath your open hands, the susurrus of your search the only sound that graces your surroundings. For a while, as you futilely attempt to acquire a rock or some similar sharp object, you fear the silence indicates your isolation once more.

“He will help us catch her. The trainer thinks Keeley is an enemy. Courtesy of yours truly.” The unmistakable eloquence of Reynard’s accent once again speaks from above. “She isn’t so bad.” Your voice, though not from your lips. The flutter from above moves to your left, “We’ll kill him if he doesn’t help,” Reynard’s speech, unmistakably. The fluttering continues as the culprit seems to flit from branch to branch, or whatever it is that now surrounds you. Despite the induced knowledge of your surroundings, without your sight the precise nature eludes you entirely.

Nonetheless, as the voices replay above your head, you continue to scramble for an object, craving the frisson of discovery, the joys of sight, and the ability to distinguish the creature that torments you with its human words. Your breaths shorten in frustration, longing for the company of your companions, and suddenly the wings flutter to your side. You pause, cautious to what will happen.

“Zak!” Reynard’s voice calls you to your left. You remain where you are, still curious as to how the creature will proceed. “Zak?” It speaks again, unmoving, just inches to your left. With naught to do but search, you turn. Had the creature maintained its position, you’d surely now be nose-to-nose, though no physical indicator of its being there touches your senses. “Zak!” You flinch, the voice just inches away from you, and, desperate to satiate your curiosity, you reach out. A few successive shuffles indicate that the creature cowers from your hand, but you stretch out anyway, determination enhanced by your lack of senses goading your movements. As the retracting shuffling continues, your balance teeters slightly. Unable to reach further without shuffling forwards, your outstretched hand falls instinctively to the ground ahead. “He seems to like me,” Reynard’s voice states, directly ahead. But you barely register, as your hand now rests on something smooth, rigid and pointed.

You zealously pull the stone towards you, and run your forefinger along its edge to verify the serrated texture. With barely a second’s hesitation, you bring it to the cloth tightened around your eyes and carefully drag the stone across the fabric, weakening its constriction.

“Would she have told him where it was?” This voice does not resemble any you have heard, but comes from that same creature, stood just a few feet on the ground ahead of you. You feel the grooves of the thin yet robust stone press into your skin, shedding pinpricks of blood as you attempt to apply pressure to the oscillation of your hand against the blindfold. The scratching fabric makes your head tingle, and the light filters through the gap beneath your eyes that the bridge of your nose creates.

“Keep the Pokemon.” The same unfamiliar voice speaks from across the forest floor and suddenly, with an aching arm and stinging fingers, the blindfold snaps in your hand. The alleviation is blissful, and with a sigh of relief, you release it and the stone, both dropping to the ground at your side. The immediate glare of sunlight takes a while to subside, and you rub your temples and the bridge of your nose before you can distinguish the encircling formation of trees, and the avian occupant of the patch of ground just a few feet ahead of you. Your suspicions are verified at the sight of a colourful bird, its downy black head sporting a crest akin to that of an eighth note, with a curved bill that shimmers a pink hue in the sunlight raining from above. “Zak?” It says, tilting its head.

What will you do?


Just to note: the outcome of your choice (left or right) was decided by a RNG.
[Oh, okay, thanks for letting me know. This update my heart go all fluttery, the second time I've encountered a Perap head on :3]

Having gotten almost too disorientated from the blindfold still being attached around his head, the boy attempted to crawl around on the floor of the clearing. Hands going in every direction, the only items amongst the gravel would not be sharp enough to remove the appendage. With his nails covered in dirt and a bug now crawling frantically up his arm, the boy decided to give in for the time being. The silence is broken once more by whatever was projecting the voices, "He will help us catch her. The trainer thinks Keeley is an enemy. Courtesy of yours truly." It was Reynard's voice once more, it seemed to have imitated his conversation with another person. His suspicions regarding Reynard began to build up within him even more, a wave of horrid regret coursing through his whole system, he was being tricked.

"We’ll kill him if he doesn’t help"

Paralyzed by his own fear, Zak's eyes welled up slightly, he had entrusted this unknown man who had then proceeded to lock him away and steal his team mates and items prior to tricking him into a blindfold, which was still burdening him thoroughly, he needed to get out of the blindfold and find Keeley, this had been the worst choice of his life thus far. Above the boy, the fluttering of a bird's feathers could still be heard quite clearly, as if it was constantly changing location amongst the foliage. Wanting to get out, he once again frantically hunted for some sort of serrated object, he needed his full sense if he was to attempt to find either the woman or the mysterious Reynard. As he struggled, the fluttering became louder, as if it was closer and a sound denoted that, whatever was creating the voice had just landed in rather close proximity.

"Zak!" the voice comes from where the creature had landed, the boy's suspicions greatening as each second passed, "Zak?" a repetition of his name, only this time, with a more questioning tone arrives from the same location, just to his left. Crawling closer, whatever was talking did not seem to move. It was only when his name was called out again that he realized he was mere inches from the voice's body. Outstretching a grubby palm, Zak attempts to touch what he thinks is a pokémon before him and, as he does, a shuffle is heard, the critter cowering from his hand slightly speaks again, "He seems to like me." Hearing Reynard's voice was rather unnerving, these were things he had obviously been heard saying regarding Zak. However, he did not have the time to dwell on this, as he had grasped at whatever was before him, his hand had met something upon the ground. A rigid stone.

Acting quickly, not wanting to waste a single second, the boy brought the sharp stone to his head, beginning to saw at the mask across his eyes and nose. With the stone working just the way Zak wanted, a different voice appeared from before him, an unfamiliar one, "Would she have told him where it was?" As he sawed at the blindfold, he decided that a conversation was being replayed for him, a rather sinister conversation between Reynard and an unknown man, regarding both Keeley and Zak. Pushing harder against the fabric, small cuts began to form on his head, but he did not care, he needed freedom. Seconds pass and the tightness from before seems to disappear, light begins to filter through the blindfold and it is finally off.

Removing the cloth, the boy clamped his eyes tightly shut, he had been wearing it so long that the slightest light hurt quite a bit. With the blindfold completely removed from his head, the voice came again, "Keep the Pokemon." It was this line and this line alone that made something within the boy snap, the deceit was bad enough, the idea of these men keeping his companions was really just too far. As the anger built up, the boy began to squint, opening his eyes more and more with each passing second. It wasn't long before they were completely open and began to register the surroundings through the bright light. Regaining his vision completely, his previous suspicions were put at ease, he was correct. On the ground before him stood an almost rainbow coloured parrot. It's head shaped like an eighth note and tail shaped like a metronome, the boy knew in an instant that the pokémon before him was a Chatot. He had only encountered one in such a close vicinity once, in a strange location only known as 'Excelsior'

"You...you were talking to me?" Zak stammered, anger pulsing through his veins almost at what the pokémon before him had eavesdropped on and repeated in blocks. He offered an arm for the pokémon, mustering up a smile, he needed to hear more, "Do you think you could possibly assist me? The man...well men that you were imitating, where are they?" A look of sadness overcame his face, thinking about all of his pokémon that had been torn from him, not to mention a plethora of items. The boy took in his surroundings slightly, familiarizing himself in case anything bad were to happen, this area seemed hostile at the easiest of times.

"I know we have only just met, but I need your assistance. Those men have my pokémon and all of my items at a base camp somewhere, I believe. They tricked me into assisting them for their own personal gain, I need to stop them..." Zak continued to talk to the rather bewildered looking parrot who's head was tilting more and more with each word, as if the pokémon were absorbing every slight thing, ready to mock him at any given second, "If you accept to help, though, you're going to have to keep THIS conversation quiet..." Despite his current situation, the boy couldn't help chuckle, Chatot was a species of pokémon he had admired since he was a small child, the opportunity to potentially have one at his aid was rather exciting...

"If you're going to help, let's get going..." Zak uttered, giving a signature thumbs up to the bird, he did not have the time to waste talking now, he needed to get his team members back before attempting to fix his mistakes...
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: The Chatot’s reconstruction of the dialogue between Reynard and a second voice leave you emotionally encumbered, progressively distressed by every revelation. It is when the intentions regarding your companions is ascertained, that you finally conclude to seek the vengeance once veiled behind Reynard’s charm and smooth words. Seething compunction for your every faith in Reynard’s words and actions claw at your stomach and pierces your heart. The disconcerting impression of Reynard’s voice engenders an image of him in your mind’s eye that provokes an unfamiliar abhorrence.

You decide to address the mischievous bird in order to acquire the details of his accidental espionage. Evidently retaining a bravery unlike that of residual wild beasts of this forest, you feel as though direct dialogue with the bird will yield progressive results. You ask of it whether it had intended to address you directly, to which it responds with a tilt of its head and a slight flutter of its wings. “Zak!” It replies, hopping as it speaks. You affably offer your arm and consider the magnitude of your latest adversaries’ intentions, and request of the Chatot its assistance. “You…talking to me?” It responds, mocking your own voice, and inches forwards with a hop. It then remains, tilting its head.

Aware of the inevitable timidity of a bird so untamed, you do not make another motion. Instead, you continue to address the Chatot, and inquire whether it is aware of the location of the men that it imitates. In its silent perusal of your arm, you glance around you. You currently sit beneath a gap in the canopy, and about half a mile behind you, you see the light of the open breaking through the trees. Fortunately, the vicinity is unattended save you and the Chatot. With its lack of response, you implore its help by detailing the situation in which you are currently placed, and request of it that the conversation between you both remains quiet. A silence ensues, and the Chatot continues to survey your every motion, your every feature and your every feeling. You emanate a respect for the species that you’d retained since childhood, and with your arm still outstretched, your eyes urge its response.

“Keep THIS conversation quiet,” it speaks in your voice, tilting its head and hopping twice. It then inches closer again, and begins to sing, in a voice that resembles none you’d previously heard, “Rainbow Falls! Rainbow Falls! There’s much to see at Rainbow Falls!”

Evidently, it can comprehend your every word. “The Falls look so…exquisite from this height, Reynard. Wouldn’t you agree?” It says in the voice of Reynardâ€s associate, now but an inch from your arm as it gazes up into your eyes, head still tilting this way and that. You feel a sense of accomplishment flow through you as it hops onto your arms, its dusty talons gripping firmly to your skin. Its wings flutter slightly as you rise, intent on taking action and progressing towards the Falls, where the main base is evidently situated. The Chatot begins to speak in fractions of other peoples’ conversations, seemingly welcome of the company it has now acquired and bestowing on you all of speech to whom it has had nobody to relay but itself. This speech, it seems, is just nonsense that it cannot properly articulate, and has seemingly no relation to the situation you’re engaged in. Nonetheless, it is a somewhat welcome relief to the gravity of the scenario.


As you walk, heading for the space in the trees where the Falls, judging from the increasing sound of crashing water, must be situated, you find yourself musing over the action you will take while simultaneously engaged in nonsensical interaction with the talkative bird on your arm. The journey looks as though it will take another twenty minutes or so, give or take, regarding the frequency of jutting roots acting as obstructions to your path. Yet, what you do not anticipate is the crack that echoes through the trees. Without the slightest opportunity to react, the Chatot is flung from your arm, a projectile colliding injuriously with its wing, and as it lands, motionless, you spy the dart that indicates the culprit almost immediately.

“What a beautiful specimen!” Reynard calls from quite a distance through the trees, lowering his cocked rifle. Beside him is his Manectric, patiently sat by its master as Reynard looks at you, seeming to recognise your newfound ability to see once more.

What will you do?
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: The Chatot’s reconstruction of the dialogue between Reynard and a second voice leave you emotionally encumbered, progressively distressed by every revelation. It is when the intentions regarding your companions is ascertained, that you finally conclude to seek the vengeance once veiled behind Reynard’s charm and smooth words. Seething compunction for your every faith in Reynard’s words and actions claw at your stomach and pierces your heart. The disconcerting impression of Reynard’s voice engenders an image of him in your mind’s eye that provokes an unfamiliar abhorrence.

You decide to address the mischievous bird in order to acquire the details of his accidental espionage. Evidently retaining a bravery unlike that of residual wild beasts of this forest, you feel as though direct dialogue with the bird will yield progressive results. You ask of it whether it had intended to address you directly, to which it responds with a tilt of its head and a slight flutter of its wings. “Zak!” It replies, hopping as it speaks. You affably offer your arm and consider the magnitude of your latest adversaries’ intentions, and request of the Chatot its assistance. “You…talking to me?” It responds, mocking your own voice, and inches forwards with a hop. It then remains, tilting its head.

Aware of the inevitable timidity of a bird so untamed, you do not make another motion. Instead, you continue to address the Chatot, and inquire whether it is aware of the location of the men that it imitates. In its silent perusal of your arm, you glance around you. You currently sit beneath a gap in the canopy, and about half a mile behind you, you see the light of the open breaking through the trees. Fortunately, the vicinity is unattended save you and the Chatot. With its lack of response, you implore its help by detailing the situation in which you are currently placed, and request of it that the conversation between you both remains quiet. A silence ensues, and the Chatot continues to survey your every motion, your every feature and your every feeling. You emanate a respect for the species that you’d retained since childhood, and with your arm still outstretched, your eyes urge its response.

“Keep THIS conversation quiet,” it speaks in your voice, tilting its head and hopping twice. It then inches closer again, and begins to sing, in a voice that resembles none you’d previously heard, “Rainbow Falls! Rainbow Falls! There’s much to see at Rainbow Falls!”

Evidently, it can comprehend your every word. “The Falls look so…exquisite from this height, Reynard. Wouldn’t you agree?” It says in the voice of Reynardâ€s associate, now but an inch from your arm as it gazes up into your eyes, head still tilting this way and that. You feel a sense of accomplishment flow through you as it hops onto your arms, its dusty talons gripping firmly to your skin. Its wings flutter slightly as you rise, intent on taking action and progressing towards the Falls, where the main base is evidently situated. The Chatot begins to speak in fractions of other peoples’ conversations, seemingly welcome of the company it has now acquired and bestowing on you all of speech to whom it has had nobody to relay but itself. This speech, it seems, is just nonsense that it cannot properly articulate, and has seemingly no relation to the situation you’re engaged in. Nonetheless, it is a somewhat welcome relief to the gravity of the scenario.


As you walk, heading for the space in the trees where the Falls, judging from the increasing sound of crashing water, must be situated, you find yourself musing over the action you will take while simultaneously engaged in nonsensical interaction with the talkative bird on your arm. The journey looks as though it will take another twenty minutes or so, give or take, regarding the frequency of jutting roots acting as obstructions to your path. Yet, what you do not anticipate is the crack that echoes through the trees. Without the slightest opportunity to react, the Chatot is flung from your arm, a projectile colliding injuriously with its wing, and as it lands, motionless, you spy the dart that indicates the culprit almost immediately.

“What a beautiful specimen!” Reynard calls from quite a distance through the trees, lowering his cocked rifle. Beside him is his Manectric, patiently sat by its master as Reynard looks at you, seeming to recognise your newfound ability to see once more.

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[I can't resist replying right away Out of interest, what is the gender? I tend to refer to females as 'girl' and the like, so I'm just wondering]

Managing to come to a sort of alliance with the tropical bird pokémon, the boy smiled from ear to ear. The previous encounter he had had with a pokémon such as this, it was trapped within the web of a humongous Ariados, about to be it's next snack. He had not managed to help the creature, either, as the pulsating Excelsian skies had changed dramatically and the whole area vanished as soon as it had appeared. With a second chance to accompany a Chatot, he felt a sense of pride within himself, it was the next best thing to saving his companions for the time being.

As the bird hops onto Zak's arm, tilting its head as it does, it begins to mock the boy, repeating his prior sentences in a broken up form. Despite the mocking, the boy chuckled, he would enjoy the company of such a pokémon, even if it would no doubt end up like conversing with a mirror. Inching up his arm, the Chatot begins to sing, "Rainbow Falls! Rainbow Falls! There’s much to see at Rainbow Falls!" The voice was not a familiar one, but the words it spoke did not seem hostile in any way, more like a television commercial for the surrounding areas. As it becomes apparent that the bird can comprehend everything said by the boy, it speaks once more in the voice of Reynard's accomplice, "The Falls look so…exquisite from this height, Reynard. Wouldn’t you agree?" Turning his head to meet the eyes of the parrot, an odd connection seemed to be felt, the two were going to have to head towards the falls as a team.

"Let's go, Chatot!" Zak cries out in a half excited voice, standing up at once with the parrot gripping its talons into his arm to save it from falling off. As the boy walks, new friend still firmly safe on his arm, the Chatot begins to recall other past conversations it had listened in on, none of which stood out in anyway as anything more than the pokémon's amazing capability to recall human speech, understanding it or not was a whole different ball game. With the pokémon chirping away with its random conversations, a weight felt like it was lifted, despite the current situation, the parrot was comfortably distracting.

After walking for a while, the crashing of water signifies the proximity of the falls and the suspected location of Reynard's base camp. The journey was far from over, the whole area was littered with roots once more for Zak to dodge between, making sure he didn't trip, it wasn't just him that would get hurt now as the parrot clung to his arm. Through the silence, a sickeningly familiar cracking sound occurs and a projectile flies through the trees, digging deep into the underside of the Chatot. Flung from its new perch, the pokémon lies upon the ground, losing its conciousness more and more with every split second, a dart sticking out from its tummy. Reynard.

"What a beautiful specimen!" the hunter's familiar voice is heard, this time not uttered from the beak of the Chatot. The man was located a distance through the trees, rifle now slung over his arm and his electric canine stood at his side once more, glaring maniacally towards the boy. Seconds past as Zak took in what had just happened before he shouted back, "You bastard!" It was at this point that he collapsed to his knees, pulling at the feathers on the dart to remove it from the parrot. With just the inanimate pokémon now, he lifted it off of the ground, unzipping his hoody before sliding the motionless bird inside for warmth and safety.

Having managed to get the Chatot into a safer place for the time being, Zak stood up once more, eyeing the hunter and his Manectric with a look of malice in his eyes, "You need to explain now, I want my pokémon back. You've tricked me and I wont stand for it..." As the boy spoke loudly, he attempted to slide behind a tree slightly, so he was not open to be shot at himself, he did not want to end up locked in a cage again. If only he had gone with Keeley, he felt a great pang of regret for doubting her and believing Reynard...
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Delibird Ridge: The Caverns

seakittenyfool: Your bravery abounds as you conclude to approach the Onix and its antagonistic ally, opting for negotiation above immediate retaliation. This is not before issuing precautionary orders to your companions, should the situation turn against your favour. Rightly so, you deduce that the leviathan would navigate with innate efficiency through the caverns, so deduce that diplomacy is the most correct course of action.

As you attempt to speak to the rock snake, it slowly rises so that it towers above you. Wraith has already prepared himself, and as the Onix disregards your every word with a rapid descent to the platform upon which you stand, Wraith retaliates as instructed, unleashing a powerful fountain of water to the Onix’s jaw before it plummets to the rock beneath your feet. Volcape then follows suit, anticipating the danger thrust upon you as he grasps your waist and hoists you back before the Onix’s slam shatters the outermost portion of the platform you stand upon. To this particular Onix, negotiation seems somewhat useless. Wraith’s Water Gun follows its head with particularly damaging effect, causing the titan to wave its head around in agony and panic. Yakuza, taking to the chasm once more, interjects the Gliscor’s intention to augment the onslaught, and begins to weave circles around its foe, demonstrating a skill of great superiority and discouraging the giant bat from condemning its own skill by sustaining a repeated attack. Alternatively, the bat retaliates by bringing its two pincers down onto Yakuza in a scissoring motion, causing your dark bird great pain which he illustrates with a cry. However, Yakuza seizes advantage of the Gliscor’s already weakened state and within their proximity unleashes a powerful beam of ice that send the bat careering into the darkness. Yakuza then ceases the Gliscor’s momentum by apprehending its entire body with his Psychic power, and finishes the bat with an impressive collision into the rigid body of its ally - which causes the bat to fall, entirely unconscious, into the abyss below. Significantly fatigued and damaged by the Gliscor’s powerful retaliation, Yakuza circles in for a landing beside you.

Meanwhile, Wraith continues his assault as the Onix makes a return, opening its great jaws in preparation to deal another dent to Wraith’s already depleted defence. With a brave lunge forwards, a jet of mud bursts from his mouth and splashes directly into the Onix’s squinted eyes, causing it to recoil its colossal head in panic. Great tremors reverberate through the walls as its great body shifts on the ground slightly as it attempts to regain composure. All the while Wraith braces himself. The Onix then lunges, Tackling Wraith in a full on collision which, for fear of toppling from the already reduced platform, causes Wraith to cling desperately to the Onix’s mouth before being slammed into the wall beside where you and your two other companions currently stand. Wraith, still retaining some strength following the injurious strike manages to sustain his grip as the Onix then retracts its giant head, and claws his way up the monstrous snake before affixing himself to the horn that protrudes from its skull.

Now you stand, your attention fixed on the sight before you - a colossal rock snake reeling in all directions in an attempt to shake Wraith from its skull. For a moment, it seems about to turn, its hulking body shifting along the ground, but the time that Wraith has been Biding then fruitions to a swift and powerful blow to the Onix’s skull. The Onix bellows in pain as Wraith’s powerful clout seems to have triggered a hairline crack at the point of impact, directly above its left eye. It careers back around, towards you and your two companions, before landing its head, disorientated, just inches before you. The small piece of the platform upon which its head now balances seems barely able to cater for its weight, and ominously cracks beneath your feet, seemingly seconds away from crumbling completely, prompting your demise should you opt to remain standing where you are. Wraith, still clinging to the horn considers leaping from the skull, but looks at you for instruction. His eyes seem to urge you.

Beside you, Yakuza stands exhausted, and to fathom the depths of the chasm is impossible. Taking flight upon your tired bird would be risky, at best. Alternatively, the rock-snakes giant head rests, temporarily immobilised, a small leap away. But then, you could always just retrace your steps. Whatever your decision, it requires the utmost haste.

What will you do?


As anticipated, Jamie's poor diplomacy skills were rewarded with the Onix delivering an attempted tackle to send him through the platform, only for Wraith's offensive front to cover him while Yakuza dealt with the cause of the troubles, chilling the Gliscor after a hefty smack from the bat's claws and finishing him off by tossing him into the pained snake, the defeated bat plummeting into the abyss as Jamie gave a slight wince, questioning how it'd enjoy the fall. Back with Onix, however, the Marshtomp spits mud in the beast's eyes as it attempts a sudden tackle, the blinded Onix shaking his head just before lunging into Wraith, smashing him against the wall to Jamie's horror, failing to realise the awaiting Bide until it was too late.

The impact knocked the Onix around as it landed and rested its rather heavy head on the remains of the stone overhang, the sudden creak giving Jamie a major bout of nervousness as he considered the state of Yakuza and the breaking stone, contemplating just how many pieces he would be in if he left. Looking back at the entrance point, the narrowness would mean that he'd risk loking his team, leaving only a single option left: The oversized foe in front of him.

"Yakuza, you've done well, so return," Jamie called as he recalled the tired Honchkrow to his ball before turning to Volcape. "Volcape, you remember that time when we stayed in Sinnoh where we annoyed that Heatran?"

As he thought back to that event, him and the then Chimchar haphazardly dodging brutal flamethrowers and leaping with the aid of his old Victreebel's vine whips over lava streams and stepping stones, the crack of the platform beneath him broke the nostalgia trip as the Infernape nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, we're gonna make a jump for that Onix's head and staying on him. It'll be crazy, but it's our best and only option. When I make a run for it, use your agility to hop onto his head and get a firm grip before helping me up. Once we're on, he'll likely try and shake us off, so deliver a mach punch to his nose should he get cranky. Wraith, whenever Onix shows signs of aggression, douse his back and neck with a water gun, we're riding this guy."

Preparing himself for a crazy ride, Jamie started to run towards the disoriented monstrosity that could eat him if it was ever bored...
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The Rainbow Waterfalls

Stark: Your saviour strikes you as a man unaccustomed to refined discipline, although the sheer evidence of his ability assuages your concerns considerably, supplanting them with a faith in his abilities that prompt you to request from him the aid that you seek. Detailing your suspicions to the man, you pose to him your question, hoping for a response to affirm such aid.

“Right, right. Well, buddy, you came to the right trainer - the name is Redgrave, and King here is a dab-hand at waterfall climbing. Top of our list of reasons to visit was to get a little training in, only to have the training opportunities rain down like thunder. KO count: seven, and counting,” he chuckles at the mention of his impressive achievements as King lumbers over to you both, muscles rippling with each heavy step. He releases a guttural growl, evidently a relentlessly vicious beast, and you notice the spots of blood that remain as a result of the numerous scrapes he has endured. It is as if blind rage itself guides the beast. Nonetheless, his hulking stature and persistence seem suitable means through which to transport both you and Redgrave to the waterfall’s peak. With this in mind, you are satisfied.

“Alright, King, you heard the man. It’s time to get those muscles pumping,” King roars in anticipation, turning to face the swarming steel bugs once more. You turn to Redgrave, wondering how you’ll make it to the body of water past the swarm successfully, without finding yourselves forcefully drawn to the battle. Redgrave, seemingly bearing similar concerns in mind, turns to you. “We’ll have to charge our way through. Once King gets going, he’s not going to stop. That’s a cert. Hop aboard, Stark. I warn you though, it’s not going to be a smooth ride,” he signals to King so that the giant reptile drops to all fours, and clambers onto his companion’s neck, leather jacket whipping about in a gust of wind. King pounds the ground ferociously, a zealous urge to proceed flowing through his veins. You then approach the beast, and hoist yourself onto its bumpy hide, legs fixed between his forearms and hind legs. Affirming your stability to Redgrave, he slaps the bulky lizard on the neck. “Make sure you’re sitting comfortably, Stark. Wouldn’t want to lose you. Set. Go!”

The air is knocked completely from your lungs as King leaps into action with a booming roar, his heavy limbs hammering the ground as he speeds across the field, threatening to throw you helplessly to the air with each abiding lunge. You can barely keep your head steady as your blonde hair is thrown behind you by the force, whipping in the rush, the swarm’s din stifled by the air that gushes past your exposed ears. In an attempt to shield your vulnerable body, you press yourself to King’s back, moments before the lethal chaos ensues around you. For a few minutes you fear for your very life. The hulking bodies of steel zoom past your head with threatening proximity. Blurs of red, blinding flashes and deafening clangs as King relentlessly tackles Scizor after Scizor stifle your every sense, and it is with panic that you feel your grasp slipping from the moist torso of your reptilian mount, desperately tightening your grip for fear of losing stability, and subsequently, your life. The metallic buzz as a Scizor glides past inches from your head causes your to shiver, and you begin to wonder if their sheer numbers will eventually overwhelm the unrelenting Feraligatr. King then releases a vicious bellow as he plucks a Scizor from the air like a fly and slams it to the ground, using it as a launching pad for a mighty hurdle that covers tens of metres of ground, snatching your breath for what seems to be minutes. When he lands, expelling a grunt from your lungs as your chest presses into his rough skin, you recognise that before you the great plunge pool beneath the Falls stretches, about fifty feet below where you, Redgrave and King are now situated. The countless strips of scintillating spectrums pervade your vision and wash the scene in an unnaturally vivid and mystical glow, that lure your thoughts into a momentary pause of appreciation. But barely a moment is spared, and instantly snatching you from your detached world of though, Redgrave yells back, “Hold your breath!” and you find yourself suspended once more in the air. The buzz behind you signifies the pursuit of a few residual Scizor that now tail the leaping reptile, swiping desperately with heavy pincers, and your stomach turns with the descent into the sweeping body of water beneath. His bulky blue arms outstretched, King seems poised for the perfect belly flop, striking anxiety into your heart for the landing that is to occur. Yet, just a few metres from contact, he blasts a thick torrent of water from his muzzle straight into the water’s surface, propelling him and his passengers skywards and directly for the nearest cascading wall of water. The buzz behind you flickers to futility as the water King expels immerses each of the Scizor at his tail, sending them straight to a violent and watery end. Every muscle in your body tenses, and the veins in your neck protrude from your skin as you strain to keep your head upright in the perpetual blast of wind that threatens to tear you from your position atop Redgrave’s ferocious beast. As you struggle to ascertain the world around you, all that your eyes perceive is the white wall that zooms ever closer. Then, as if the entire event had occurred in but a single second, the water comes crashing down upon you.

For a split second, as you pour your efforts into keeping a hold of your mount as the water smashes your frail frame while simultaneously snatching, in great gasps, every chance for air, you feel yourself descending beneath the force of the waterfall. Yet, as you begin to find the water unbearable, its intensity doubles as King repeats his perpetual blast of water and propels each of you up and through the crushing water. You are so compressed by the water that for a second, as your grasp is momentarily prized from King’s waist, you remain pressed firmly onto his back, unable to slip for the force that assaults you. The privilege of breath is impossible, and you can only endure as your rapid ascent through the great Falls swiftly decreases.

When the Falls are finally breached, you are, for the first few moments, entirely unaware. Too sodden to recognise the halted flow of water, too deafened to recognise the empty air about you, and too blinded to recognise the great river that stretches before you, the few seconds spent suspended just a few metres above the waterfall are required for you to realise that your ascent was a success. King, twisting his head to alter the positioning of the water billowing from his mouth, then propels you all into the river with a great splash. You can barely sustain the grip as he completes the journey, swimming almost leisurely to the river bank, before hoisting you all to dry land with a rumbling groan.

As you exhaustedly topple from King’s waist and onto the dry land that strikes more joy than you could have imagined into your heart, Redgrave stumbles along with you, gasping for breath. “That was quite a ride. Those Falls are tough, but we made it in the end. Awesome show, King.” King, now visibly fatigued, responds with a growl, panting for air himself. Headstrong, but not oblivious, Redgrave reaches for a ball at his wait, before withdrawing the hulking beast for a well-deserved rest. He then turns to you, inviting deja vu as he offers a hand once more. As you grasp it, still gasping for breath, his attention is snatched by a sight that sits behind you. You turn to ascertain the point of interest, and find the sight you hadn’t hoped for, but had somewhat anticipated. A pile of Pokeballs sit just beside the cliff-edge, that overlooks the still raging battle beneath. Even the trainers and the more sizeable Pokemon are barely distinguishable from the height you are now at, but the swarm is still evident. The Pokeballs are numerous, and not a single doubt regarding their function enters your head. They are unattended, but their numbers must match those of the Scizor that assault the group beneath you.

What will you do?
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Exhausted as he was, Stark slowly stumbled over to the pile pokeballs. The trip up the waterfall had been more difficult than he could have possibly imagined. Time and again he thought he would fall off King's back whether by scizor claw or the sheer force of the waterfall. Thankfully, he'd managed to hold on despite the close calls. Had he not, he most assuredly been stuck between a hard place and an even harder place. The scizor had come close enough to taking his head off during their short run to the falls that he didn't even want to think about what would have happened to him had he fallen from the Feraligatr.

Stark found himself still breathing heavy. The trip up the waterfall had him feeling as if he were about to be crushed by the pressure. Getting breaths of fresh air was sporadic at best and by the time they were to the top he only wanted to lie down and rest. Unfortunately there wasn't time. Seeing Redgrave equally exhausted helped his confidence a little. At least he wasn't as out of shape as he felt. Or so he was able to comfort himself with the idea anyway. He had to wonder if Floatzel would have even been able to get up the falls. The way King looked when they reached the top had him curious for certain. Seeing the gator in action made him realize that he might want to add waterfall climbing to his training regime with Floatzel in the future. But first thing first.

"We have to stop the scizor," Stark said through labored breaths as he approached the pokeballs, "If we start returning them, that should give those down below a chance to overcome the odds and succeed."

Reaching down Stark grabbed a pokeball off of his belt depressed the release mechanism. A flash of white light shot forth eventually revealing a Treecko. "Treecko, buddy. Good to see you," Stark smiled at the lizard, "I want you to keep an eye out for any surprises while we try to return the scizor to their pokeballs."
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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: “But Zak, weren’t we friends? I don’t understand what has gotten into you. You fulfilled your role with aplomb, for that I am most humbly grateful and I cannot possibly wish to inflict on you any harm. Why flee from me like that? And the bird? The bird is such a coveted rarity! I cannot pass the opportunity disinterestedly, Zak, I simply cannot. Surely, you understand.”

You tenderly bundle the Chatot into the sanctity and warmth of your hoody, attempting to suppress the charm that soaks Reynard’s every word to you. As Reynard begins to approach, his noble Manectric gracefully traversing the uneven ground at his side, you demand from him your companions and an explanation, also indicating your awareness of his trickery. He stops, seemingly confused at your words, but you are now sensitive to the perpetual ruse of his every expression, intention and emotion. All you desire now is your companions, your possessions, and the opportunity to leave this tangle of a scenario in which you’ve found yourself helplessly thrust.

“I don’t know what to say, Zak,” he says, as he pauses and eyes the exotic bird in your arms, “underhanded trickery is not a tendency of mine. I had intended to simply bring you to your companions. But if you intend to break your vow of cooperation, well…is that not most dishonourable. No, I cannot readily accept the aid of a trainer so unruly. Zak, I didn’t want to do this…” your pre-emption of Reynard’s volatility makes shooting at you with his rifle impossible, as you slip behind the closest tree to you. Unfortunately, it is not with his gun that he intends to harm you. The padded footsteps of Manectric begin to move across the forest floor towards you, the snap of an electrical surge within it echoing through the forest. As it nears, the growl that it begins to emit indicates its hostile intention.

What will you do?

The Rainbow Waterfalls

Stark: Retrospective of your trip, you do not linger, for the severity of the situation disallows it. You tell Redgrave that returning the swarm to their Pokeballs from your place atop the cliff will be the best course of action, with which he agrees immediately, suggesting that he held a similar idea himself. Conscious of your vulnerability, you release your Treecko to fulfil the role of sentinel while you carry your task out, a role which he does not hesitate to embrace as he takes a few steps behind you, scrutinising the distant expanse for any sign of hostile intervention.

Picking the first of the balls in your hand, you briefly wonder if your plan will succeed. Then you point it towards the storm, and compress the central button. Instantly, the ball pivots slightly of its own accord and a thin red beam extends, stretching over yard’s worth of distance to contact the Scizor that habitually occupies its interior. As the contact is made, the beam fades as the unsuspecting steel bug is successfully recalled. You turn to Redgrave, and with an approving thumbs up he grins at your success. You place the ball apart from the pile, so that you do not mistakenly release the returned Scizor, and subsequently, you both begin to pick at random balls, returning Scizor after Scizor, the vivacious and unconscious alike. After a few seconds, certain trainers notice the intervention of thin red beams causing their opponents to vanish, and before long, a crowd is gazing up at you both, indicating your endeavours with zeal. With every successful return comes a sense of relief, and before long the pile of Scizor-occupied Pokeballs outweighs those still vacant. Your success awards you with a sense of accomplishment, “Look at us, Stark! We’re the heroes, buddy! The saviours! Haha!” Redgrave yells excitedly by your side as he returns two Scizor at once, enthusiastically snatching at ball after ball, throwing them to the pile at your side almost carelessly.

Soon, the Scizor are whittled to a number you could count on both hands, and the trainers, some rejoicing, some rushing to their injured comrades, begin to return their own companions. As you gaze down, it seems that some still haven’t registered quite what has occurred, and glance up at you, and back to the battlefield to determine what has happened. One trainer, of quite a bulky stature, begins to straddle a shimmering bird of steel, before prompting it to take flight and swoop up towards where you now stand. You watch as the Skarmory rider nears, and your heart sinks as you immediately recognise its passenger - the bearded guard that you only hours ago had a run-in with. Judging from his expression, your initial dislike will seem to continue.

He yells something, indistinguishable over the crashing of the waterfall beside you, and as the Skarmory reaches the cliff’s rim, he plucks a Pokeball from his belt. The Skarmory soars past, and turns to make a landing a few yards behind you. As his steely talons secure them both on the ground, the guard hops from his mount and throws the ball to the ground, unleashing an Exploud, its giant mouth agape. As he approaches you, he extracts his baton.

“YOU!” He shouts, tailed by what seems to be quite a maniacal Exploud. Treecko seems to brace himself as they approach, “Explain yourself, you cad! Those beasts murdered three people down there, at least! Mastiff, Howl!” The disturbed-looking creature at his rear bellows a blood-curdling cry that causes you to stagger dangerously close to the cliff edge. Evidently, the guard believes you responsible, or so it seems, for the Scizor swarm. What will you do?



Delibird Ridge: The Caverns

Seakittenyfool: Following the ascertainment of your only option, you begin to muster your courage for a move so chancy it would likely prompt your demise. Yet the continuous weakening of the platform at your feet eliminates what little time you have to prepare, and as you instruct Volcape accordingly, to cater for the eventuality of the Onix’s possible remonstration, you feel a sudden jolt beneath your feet. The platform is collapsing.

The time you had to assure your security upon the Onix has been snatched, and the leap is no longer a leap for progression, but a leap for your life. Without Volcape prepared to catch you, your safety is somewhat compromised, but you instinctively know that your chances retain more truth in that leap than in any hesitation. So, swallowing your anxiety as Volcape makes the leap beside you, you take a running jump. The pressure of your leap is the final strain on the platform, and it crumbles beneath your airborne body as your flight bridges the gap between you and the now descending head of the gargantuan rock snake. Your limbs flail in mid-air as you desperately attempt to grasp at the solidity of the head, with naught beneath you now but the fatal mouth of the abyss. For a split second, it appears as though your angle was misjudged, but the barely-conscious rock snake sways an inch in your direction as it attempts to steady itself, and your descent is met head-on with the rocky surface of its skull. The somewhat graceless landing knocks the wind from your lungs, and as Volcape’s dexterity establishes his balance within a few short seconds, you unfortunately cannot emulate such nimbleness, and immediately recognise the shift in your balance that seems to throw you backwards. Your arms stretch for the horn to little avail, and as you begin to plummet, your heart shoots to your throat in the instant recognition of your imminent demise.

Then Volcape’s hand takes a firm grasp of your arm, and swings you around to counterbalance the force. Now, however, you are hung directly in front of the Onix’s right eye. Its recent disorientation makes distinguishing you somewhat laborious, but with a beat of its rocky eyelids, its black eyes note your presence with an initial alarm. Then it roars, and the sheer force of its breath and booming voice throws your body like a fragile leaf, struggling against the force of a gale. Volcape staggers, not just because of the force, but for the power that the Onix’s voice emanates. You, in the meantime, find your every sense stifled by the proximity of its bellow, and as you desperately cling to your Infernape’s strong hand, you wonder if your body can sustain the oral onslaught before shock disables you entirely. Wraith, unsettled by the vulnerability of his trainer, retaliates swiftly, with a powerful and close-range Water Gun directly onto the surface of the Onix’s head, sending a fountain of watery spray in all directions. Volcape winces slightly as the residual droplets turn to steam upon contact with his heated body, and the grip on your hand loosens by a fraction.

The Onix, significantly damaged by the water attack, then reels backwards, sustaining its bellow, and you are thrown to the air in Volcapes grip, who subsequently struggles to hang to the now horizontal horn of the howling snake, as Wraith follows suit by clinging to the appendage with both arms. Now directly above the Onix, Volcape pulls you down towards them, and manages to catch your helpless body in one arm, while the other clasps the horn as he dangles deftly above the abyss. The Onix then falls silent and lowers its head once more, allowing your companions to firmly place themselves back onto its skull, still tightly clinging to the horn, while you struggle to subdue the incessant ringing in your ears and overcome the shock of what just transpired. The Onix no longer attempts to throw you from its head, and in fact seems somewhat oblivious to your presence there. As it slowly surveys its surroundings, eyes heavy with fatigue, it begins to descend into the pitch-black chasm as though convinced that you had been dealt with, plunging you into the depths along with it.

The lengthy journey down plunges you into further darkness and you can scarcely believe that your plan is not only succeeding, but is succeeding while you are in one piece. The pungent dampness merges with the scent of clay and sulphur, and with naught but Volcape’s flame to illuminate your immediate surroundings, you feel a sense of vulnerability as a mere human figure stood deep within a cavern so vast. The Onix’s head soon rests on the chasm floor, and the simple act of it turning tail takes a few minutes due to its sluggishness and sheer length. You can barely distinguish the occasional drip of moisture above the low rumble of the Onix’s hefty body slithering across the groove it seems to have formed on the rocky cave floor. As you slowly progress amid the towering stalagmites and scurrying creatures of the deep, you recognise the limp, barbed tail of the Gliscor that had previously assaulted you, still out cold as a result of Yakuza’s powerful attack. You’ve progressed, it seems, to such an extent, that turning back is somewhat impossible. You only hope that this is a cave joined to Reagan, for if it falls short of this purpose, then your efforts fall short of their own.

You wind along the seemingly endless chasm for what seems to be twenty minutes. The Onix matches the pace of a sustained jog, and you begin to use the leisurely transport as something of an opportunity for respite. There is little need for concern, the depths of the chasm are somewhat peaceful, littered with beasts so small that they merely cower in the presence of the giant snake. However, this time for rest cannot remain for long, and as your adapted eyes gaze into the distance, you notice the path that must lead to the Onix’s den. It is a tunnel wide enough only to accompany his body, perhaps even burrowed by the rock snake itself, and judging from its strict adherence to its form alone, it cannot accompany a group of riders. A deep groove points from the top of the tunnel’s mouth, which, you induce, must accompany the Onix’s horn - leaving you no room to remain seated on the snake. This seems to be where you continue on foot.

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The Rainbow Waterfalls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: “But Zak, weren’t we friends? I don’t understand what has gotten into you. You fulfilled your role with aplomb, for that I am most humbly grateful and I cannot possibly wish to inflict on you any harm. Why flee from me like that? And the bird? The bird is such a coveted rarity! I cannot pass the opportunity disinterestedly, Zak, I simply cannot. Surely, you understand.”

You tenderly bundle the Chatot into the sanctity and warmth of your hoody, attempting to suppress the charm that soaks Reynard’s every word to you. As Reynard begins to approach, his noble Manectric gracefully traversing the uneven ground at his side, you demand from him your companions and an explanation, also indicating your awareness of his trickery. He stops, seemingly confused at your words, but you are now sensitive to the perpetual ruse of his every expression, intention and emotion. All you desire now is your companions, your possessions, and the opportunity to leave this tangle of a scenario in which you’ve found yourself helplessly thrust.

“I don’t know what to say, Zak,” he says, as he pauses and eyes the exotic bird in your arms, “underhanded trickery is not a tendency of mine. I had intended to simply bring you to your companions. But if you intend to break your vow of cooperation, well…is that not most dishonourable. No, I cannot readily accept the aid of a trainer so unruly. Zak, I didn’t want to do this…” your pre-emption of Reynard’s volatility makes shooting at you with his rifle impossible, as you slip behind the closest tree to you. Unfortunately, it is not with his gun that he intends to harm you. The padded footsteps of Manectric begin to move across the forest floor towards you, the snap of an electrical surge within it echoing through the forest. As it nears, the growl that it begins to emit indicates its hostile intention.

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As he safely bundled the exotic rarity into the warmth and safety of his hooded jacket, Zak turned his attention back to Reynard and the Manectric. With the man's explanation of why he had tranquilized the tiny Chatot, the boy shook his head, "Why not just capture pokémon properly? I never understand when people can't respect wild pokémon to such an extent, a battle with your own pokémon should suffice..." Zak spoke quickly, he did not want to anger the man anymore, it could prove to be very dangerous, he was merely annoyed at the man's capture methods.

"I don’t know what to say, Zak," Reynard began, eyeing the Chatot as he spoke every word, "underhanded trickery is not a tendency of mine. I had intended to simply bring you to your companions. But if you intend to break your vow of cooperation, well…is that not most dishonourable. No, I cannot readily accept the aid of a trainer so unruly. Zak, I didn’t want to do this…" With his words, the familiar padding of paws comes to the boy's ear, the man intending to take out the boy without the need for his tranquilizer gun, merely his Manectric companion.

"Shit, no..this can't happen..." Zak began to panic, he did not want to co-operate any longer but he also did not want to become a victim to a horrific electrical attack. He needed to act quickly, but the idea well was beginning to run pretty dry. He attempted to scramble up the tree he was hidden behind, pushing the parrot deeper into the safety of his hoody, "I will sort this, girl..." he murmured down to the unconcious bird.

"Reynard, can we please talk about this like men? I don't know how you could take all that means anything to me and now you are going to attack me with Manectric, knowing that I have no defenses..." Zak called out to where he presumed Reynard was now standing, however, he knew it might be too late as the familiar crackling of the electric canine's fur was heard nearby...
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Sorry about the size of this one, Zak. I didn't want to force your decisions where they're not required to be. Hope that's ok!

The Rainbow Falls: The Outskirts

Pearl's Perap: You discover a novel fear for Reynard and his seeming inability to negotiate before resorting to force. It appears as though the charm with which he laces his every word is but another ruse conveying a personality much unlike his innate and true nature, which, with the current situation borne in mind, tends to a more brutish comportment. His ill-considered reaction to the slightest implication of your perfidy prompts you to scale a nearby tree and supplicate a chance for negotiation. Reynard clicks his fingers, and the electric crackle stops. As he speaks, he seems to have reverted once more to his affable manner.

“Regarding the bird - why fight when you have a gun? In any case, Zak, we are supposed to be allies, are we not? Perhaps now I should tell you that you have successfully aided in the capture of Keeley. Your stunt back in the forest was simply brilliant, I hit her dead-on target. Months it has taken us to catch that girl, Zak, and all thanks to you we now have her. Now we can begin the…negotiating.” He approaches the tree, rifle at one side, Manectric at the other. Looking at you with a pitying expression, he offers a hand. “Let’s see about getting you those companions of yours, shall we? No need for blindfolds, no need for trickery. I’ll even let you hold the bird.” Glancing down at him, you see that his guard has been let down, he has turned within a moment. The Chatot in your arms twitches, still immersed in unconsciousness.

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