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Matthew smiled as he watched Nimbus execute his plan accordingly, the little hyper-active shape changer responding well to training. Looking down towards his opponents, Matthew noticed the advantages and disadvantages of the playing field, deciding to carry on with his assault, the odds looking favorably for him with the help of the new man standing beside him. Nimbus span round rapidly as Matthew looked towards the ground, like a whack-a-mole as the sweet scent wafted through the air gently, the significant smell of the aroma tending in revealing the dugtrio from their earthy hiding spot as well as appeasing his muscles slightly, the smell taking his mind off the pain. With the seconds counting down, Matthew glanced around at the crowds surrounding him, maintaining a safe distance as the Dugtrio temptingly unearthed by the smell, the Dugtrio forming a asymmetrical ring around him as he counted five Dugtrio in total. With his kind words, Matthew saw the trainer nodding back before returning to his ally, Matthew following his lead and doing the same. “Deal with the other three. Force Palm two, Cross chop the other.” Matthew heard the trainer say, his voice rather deep, determined and stark, the sound ridding nonexistent communication between the two as the Dugtrio swiveled round to server their haste as they prepared an attack. Turning to Nimbus, Matthew ordered his second movement, the small weather pokémon shimmering with an icy coating. “Dragomir, let us aid you!” A cry came from the crowd as Matthew looked back towards the origin, seeing a man scrambling his way through the crowd behind the Dragomir, the trainers meeting with a steely gaze. Matthew looked at Dragomir’s wild hair as he hissed vehemently to the hidden man “Stay back! Any further intervention will cause only more chaos!” Matthew nodded as he thought of the consequences of backup as the trainer stopped, the words falling with substantial weight, the obvious intensity of the battle coupled with the superiority of their wielder stopping the do-gooder in his place. Matthew glanced a look at the castform once more as he turned back to his companion, a thin beam of shimmering ice propelling from his mouth. Matthew’s face lit up with glee as the attack hit home with considerable force, the Dugtrio quivering in agony before submerging once more, leaving four more dugtrio to deal with. With Castform’s attack finished, Matthew watched as Hariyama followed suit with a force palm, the force of the huge giant knocking back two of the trios with unexplainable force. With just two of the Dugtrio’s left, Matthew saw his route separated from the rest of the group. Looking down at the pathway and then back up, Matthew found the crowd’s concerning murmurs escalate anxious cries and supportive cheers becoming a crescendo of noise. Matthew noticed Doru in the crowd, his eyes flittering between himself, Dragomir and the dugtrio. Swiveling round, Matthew saw his pokémon address the Dugtrio to his left as the Harriyama faced the right. Matthew gasped as he saw the time spent on the residual foes left preparation time for the remaining Dugtrio as they span like a motor and sent a wave of mud up at Nimbus. With the weather changing Pokémon’s vision assaulted, Matthew saw the other Dugtrio throwing a mud-bomb towards the Harriyama, the strike of the mud sending flakes flying, sending the bulky pokémon reeling backward. Wiping the mud from his eyes, Matthew caught a glimpse of the Harryama’s last somersault, finishing with a Cross Chop that forced the Dugtrio back into the ground. Turning back to his own Pokémon, Matthew saw Nimbus attempt to collect a ball of grassy energy, the attack fuelled by the verdant terrain, firing the football sized sphere towards the last Dugtrio. With the mud still remaining in his eyes, Matthew saw the ball fly slightly off target, still hitting the smallest dugtio, still sending the Pokémon back underneath the ground. With the battlefield temporarily clear, Matthew found himself balancing himself with his arms once more, the tremors of the dugtrio returning with retaliation, the underground advantage leaving Matthew reeling and guessing as to which position the moles would strike from. Looking back at his floating ally, Matthew smiled as the advantage was lost on himself, looking back to the confident trainer to his right, the confidence enough to support himself. “Dexter, prepare a Fake Out for the first mole to reveal itself. Follow with a Detect and a Bullet Punch accordingly on any other beast that emerges.” Matthew smiled as his temporary ally dealt with some of the problems as Matthew thought about his own strategy. “OK Nimbus, let’s hope they all come up together. Use a wide-spread Water Pulse to get them, clear up any remaining stragglers with a Dragon Pulse and Ice Beam. |
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Wes joined his fixation, clearing up any misconception Wes may have had about the possibility of visiting such a blue planet with no sign of terrain.” If water is what you're looking for then this is the place to go, but there are some very strong Water Pokémon down there so you'd best be on your toes." The word of warning flew past the adolescent’s head. Sure, he was nervous, but water types where no doubt his forte. “Sure thing sir, we can handle water types!” he blurted enthusiastically, pumping one fist in the air with a cocky smile. Although expecting a “wtf” look from his practised chauffeur, he couldn’t care at this point. However the man continued to point out alternate destinations. Bobbing his head, the boy noticed a world similar to his own, although far more untouched and forest-filled. It was no doubt an interesting offer, but Wes couldn’t help wonder about the big blue planet. He definitely had a select few marine Pokémon in need of a good swim, but the kid was in it for the challenge. If he could find a place to push his boundaries... “I’m looking for some tougher challenges, sir”, he replied before gesturing the water-covered eyesore, “Whether that means we’ll be settling on ‘big blue’ or covering more ground is your call. You know this system like the back of your hand... I’ll follow your lead”. Giving his two-cents with a firm smile he hoped Storm had an ideal destination in mind...
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Back to daily updates from this day FORTH. My excuse for the massive gap...well, mainly it was getting the three latest adventures of the ground but now I have them in full swing so there's no further need to worry. I had something else to say, but I can't remember what it was...
Thanks for your patience and wonderful replies! Cloud Forest SP-Eevee: The book’s discovery had successfully encouraged a great deal of curiosity from both you and Cumulus as the two of you inquisitively survey the book’s cover and peculiar instruction without an inkling of its origins or indeed its purpose. Nonetheless, your fascination urges your compliance to the enigmatic scribe’s direction, and after having sifted through its thick and plentiful pages to discover naught but a frustrating emptiness that compels your fulfilment of the cover’s wishes, you glance up to acquire the help of Jun. The Castform’s presence, however, had all but left you. Subsequently, it is Jun’s cohort who, with a beckoning chirp, draws the adventurer from amid the nearby trees, a look of mischief on the little cloud’s face as the book’s presence tempts him closer out of intrigue. You request from your companion aid in following the mysterious instructions, to which Jun responds bewilderedly, still not adeptly-versed in the comprehension of human matters. Cumulus, in the meantime, shoots glances between you both, still attempting to ascertain, as are you, the implications of her discovery. The silence that permeates Cloud Forest only augments the mystery, with not a single life-form having yet emerged either randomly, or as a result of your current predicament. You are cautious about the book’s conservation, and suspect that a Water Gun’s typical velocity may mar the book’s contents, inhibiting you from perusing it further. Alternatively, you conclude to locate or construct a hole or container to fill with Jun’s water supply, and then read the book once having dipped it into the makeshift pool, preserving the inevitably weakened pages to the best of your ability. Confirming the course of action to your two eager companions, you commence the search for an inanimate container. Scouring the forest floor, you perceive naught but a carpet of fallen leaves and strewn fauna, weeds and mosses and the thickest most twisted twigs you’ve ever come across. Roots, as they had throughout your path to this very location, protrude at impressive lengths from the ground forming arches through which you are forced to crouch, and entwine into intricate cage-like springs that occasionally ensnare your step. You each explore individual areas within the immediate vicinity of the log upon which you were sat only moments ago, cautious not to lose one another within the mystifying forest’s intricacies. Though your own search remains fruitless, but a few minutes is all that is required before Cumulus’s chirp echoes through the nearby trees, signalling her detection of a suitable container. Navigating your way through the vivacious trees is difficult, but eventually by following your ear, you distinguish the vibrant blue coat of Cumulus, who stands at the foot of a particularly captivating tree trunk. The patterns on the bark swirl into infinity, much unlike any tree you’ve seen before, and the roots that splay from its base are among the longest and most vivacious, forming the majority of the arches you were moments ago weaving through. Jun supplements your company a few seconds later, and you all pause for a few moments to admire the towering trunk, with branches that twist and curl into an encompassing umbrella of rich leaves high above. Cumulus draws your attention back to her discovery, a deep hole from which one root protrudes, stretching like a serpent into the surrounding foliage. The hole is wide and despite the root’s occupancy you feel as though you could probably slip into the hole yourself. From the surface, its depth is unascertainable so you cautiously glance further inside to affirm that it is not a burrow of some kind. Luckily and predictably, it is vacant and solid - a perfect container for Jun’s water. Following through with your plan, Jun begins to shoot a gentle stream of water into the hole until it is full to the brim just moments later with clear liquid, unsullied by the seemingly firm soil walls. You take the book, glance at the instruction which remains as clear as day, and then dip the book into the pool. The water is cool and you curiously peel the cover while submerged to detect any changes. Nothing. Slightly dismayed, though not devoid of hope, you withdraw the book, and allow the excess water to trickle like a tap from its spine. Jun and Cumulus watch with eager fascination as you once again pull the front cover from the first page. Again, the page is blank, prompting you into further bewilderment. Then, as if tearing you from a world of peculiarity and placing you in one of a deeper more inexplicable mysticism, you witness something that is simply unexplainable. The pool you had formed just moments ago, the pool contained by solid walls of soil that are sturdy enough to accommodate Jun’s conjured torrent, was now occupied. Your attention is snatched from the book, and directed upon the two Barboach occupants that now swim in rapid circles around the tree root. They seem harmless and almost as bewildered as you are by their presence within the pool. Their rapid motions flick water droplets onto the spongy grass around them, flecking your shoes with water and dampening the earth. All the while, the book still drips with excess moisture. You spend a while, almost hypnotised by the cyclical motions of the fish, merely attempting to ascertain how such an occurrence may have arisen. The book remains splayed open in your hand, dripping rhythmically until Jun notices yet another oddity and draws your attention back to the mysterious perpetrator of the peculiar situation. The liquid that now seeps in droplets from the book’s pages has transformed from the pure clarity of water, to a thick and inky blue that stains the grass at your feet. You look once more at the first page, and slowly begin to comprehend the previously elusive contents. As the liquid falls from the book, words are gradually revealed upon the page in calligraphy so elegant and ornate that discerning it takes a while in itself. But, as the page is slowly filled with the blue ink, you begin to comprehend the passage, “Once upon a time in a magical forest there wandered a girl. She was a kindly soul whose intent was aimless and whose curosity was boundless. When this girl had entered, she knew not of the forest’s secrets, of its intricacies and its powers. She entered as green as the spongy grass upon which she innocuously strolled. Little did she know of the reasons to the forest’s emptiness, or of the watery world that existed beneath the many twisting trees. While she revelled in the beauty of the surface, she was oblivious to the calls that beckoned her from beneath the springy earth.” The page had reached its end, and as automatically as you would when perusing an engrossing tale, you turn expectantly to its reverse. But, as you could almost anticipate, the page and all those which followed it, was blank. The Barboach then began to wriggle. One of the pair suddenly submerged, and seemed to disappear into the watery hole. The second follows soon after, and as you peer inside the pool, you realise that they have gone. Only darkness now, where a solid soil wall had once been, greets your inquisitive glare, and you wonder if the hole ran deeper than you’d first expected. You glance again at the book. Once more, a sentence scrawled in emerald now stretches across the page, having seemingly arisen out of nowhere. “Do not fear the water.” Cumulus and Jun now follow your lead and peer deep into the hole themselves, curious as to where the Barboach had gone, unable to fathom its depth. What will you do? Mystery Island Firewater: “Miss Berry,” the old lady confirms, smiling as you politely decline her alternative offer, “And that is a shame, young man. I fear that I feel now obliged to take you up on that offer to visit me once your exploration is through, if only to affirm that you’re still breathing.” With that, you take your leave with an affable farewell and attempt to cover the distance that Miss Berry had indicated just moments before. Before you the plains stretch like a verdant ocean beneath a pearly sky, though the distant horizon is embellished by a certain structure, a sturdy building no higher than a house. From above the valiant caw of Miss. Berry’s Fearow resounds as she swoops overhead back towards the sheet of white above. Having confirmed her absence, you turn to Dart and pose to him a question of his ability to sustain your weight. His comprehension of your inquiry is met with a worrisome gaze, a reluctant chirp signifying Dart’s apprehension in the face of such a prospect. Clearly, the little bird does not embrace the prospect of transporting you to the clouds. Were it a little larger, perhaps, or well-versed in the transport of heavy loads, then the feat would have more likely to have been achieved. So, slightly dejected though not devoid of hope, you press forwards with swelling optimism. The house in the distance was now but a few thousand yards away, and already you can distinguish the presence of moving life forms, some evidently inhuman, but amongst the large beasts a human figure walked. The closer you draw to the activity, the more reluctant you become to approach the foreboding creatures, their hefty statures and thunderous cries surging like ocean waves across the expanse. You distinguish a Metagross amongst the crowd, its every step sending vibrations across the earth towards you. By the time you are able to discern a Mamoswine, a Rhyperior and a Torterra, the human figure had already begun an approach, atop the hefty Mamoswine. You slow your pace, and trust the man to cover the remaining distance between you upon his giant mount. As he draws closer, you notice the suit in which he is clad, and the trilby hat upon his head. His shoes gleam in the daylight, and it is with a sober look upon his face that he responds to your presence. With barely a few meters between you, he calls out across the grass, “You there! Who are you, why are you here and where do you intend to be?” What will you do? Stardust Fields Artificial Dragon: Following your eventual emergence from the rigmarole of decisions hindered by the preferences of your reptilian companion, you set off with Alberta in tow towards the magical Stardust Fields. According to rumours, the fields were vast and uninterrupted, an open plain that when plunged in twilight is said to emulate the sensation of walking amid the stars. Consequently, it is your intrigue in astronomy that tempts you towards it. Though the day is still full, and the sun still hangs high in the sweeping blue sky, you anticipate the nightfall that will ensue in due time. By the time your path has led you to the limitless expanse of grass and foliage, noon has all but passed. The sky, as are the outlines of haphazard copses and rolling hills, is aglow with the embers of the day, sliding slowly into early evening. You’d long broken from the beaten track in order to venture these plains, and already the promised mysticism of the location permeates the objects surrounding you. The trees are outlandish, with long and spindly trunks that seem to twist like rope, and their leaves are sparse but resilient and magnificently coloured, almost autumnal despite the heat of the season. Beneath your feet the grass seems to twinkle with an everlasting dew, and in the air a similar sparkle drifts like the spore of alien flora. The unfamiliar realm is something out of science fiction, as though you traverse a planet of some other galaxy, a world in which the intricacies threaten your every sense of security with their distinct unfamiliarity. The further the sun descends, the brighter the fields glisten, and all around the hills are twinkling like titanic jewels. Before long, you stumble upon a twisted copse, one where the trees spiral from its centre as though it were aflame. With feet so weary from persistent travel with naught but aesthetics to distract you, you pause for a moment’s respite within the copse. The tree trunks are angled to such a degree that seems to invite you to sit, and the spiralled bark is smooth to the touch. You gaze from between the trees at the rolling, sparkling hills ahead, and suddenly your attention is stolen by a novel sensation. The trees seem to quiver, and the vibrations easily reach your body. The earth seems to tremor with some inexplicable force, and without an inkling of its origin, you gaze all around you in bewilderment. With an expanse so vast, it does not take long for the cause to greet your vision. A stampede closes in from the distance, a herd at least fifty Tauros strong, seemingly heading directly for you. With the trees surrounding you, you may be relatively safe from their force - but the strength of the trunk is something you’ve yet to ascertain. You know not whether their path will divert, or whether they intend to trample you, but with every second seeing them closer by the yard, you need to respond swiftly. What will you do? The Rainbow Falls: Reynard's Camp Pearl's Perap: Your loyalty guides your hand and though it is with an underlying sense of duty that you turn to face Keeley, you recognise the severity of your actions and assuage the guilt with your dignity. Judging from her appearance she seems to have endured some substantial injuries already, and it is with complete bewilderment that she responds to your offensive commands. “Zak, no! You’ve got it all wrong, I -” Her attempt at negotiation is swiftly subverted by the onslaught of a sapping sensation as Alice complies to your wishes and proceeds to drain the life from Keeley, employing natural elements to slowly augment her own life force. All colour that had graced her previously upbeat face drastically seeped to leave her skin looking as white as a sheet. Alice circles the girl as escalating weakness grips her and succumbs to the relentless pull of gravity. As one knee slams to the ground and Keeley is left choking for air, you feel a sudden sense of panic wash over you, immediately followed by the ripping whiz of a bullet. You spin around and notice that Esmond now limps desperately towards the tent that contains his master, his front paw dripping with blood. The atmosphere is stifled by the roaring clash between the hefty airborne dragons, and while the majority of the mercenaries lay haphazardly across the field, either unconscious or dead, the stragglers have begun to overcome the Blastoise, who begins to stagger amid the wave of bullets that bombard him. Now, it seemed, the mercenaries had turned their sights to you, you who had moments ago intervened with their raid and who currently stands helpless within the camp. You instinctively shield yourself and duck for cover, and turn to Keeley. Her hair obscures her face but she breathes heavily, too weak to move or speak a word. Alice draws nearer, recognising the success of her initial attack but fretful for her safety as she weaves through the bullets. Ahead is the fortified tent, its entrance torn apart by the Dragonite’s effort, but the majority of it is still intact. As the bullets fly past you, you know it is only a matter of time before any one of you is struck. What will you do? Comet Corner Treepandaone: The raucous wave of concern still fills the air and stifles the rumble beneath your feet as the crowds voice their anxiety. Your tactics aid to cater for the other eventuality seemingly disregarded by Dragomir, that the Dugtrio may once again emerge collectively, and you cautiously survey the potholed ground surrounding you in preparation for the imminent assault. Rather unfortunately, your estimations fall short. The tremors beneath you sustain their disconcerting force as but one bedraggled Dugtrio shoots from beneath, assault already in motion as it begins to spin at a rapid rate directly towards Nimbus. Dexter’s response, however, is too swift, and it is with unmatched dexterity that he twirls around you before landing a lightning-quick chop to the tallest Dugtrio head. Dazed by the surprise attack, the Dugtrio halts and blinks bewilderedly, bestowing on a muddy Nimbus the opportunity to prepare his fourth assault. Cheeks rapidly inflating with a compact sphere of water, his eyes remain affixed on the shivering earth on either side of the recoiling Dugtrio. An eruption of grass and mud fills the air and lands hard on the three of you as two more Dugtrio shoot up at either side of the first, and despite the muddy onslaught, Nimbus snatches his opportunity. Without much need for accuracy, he propels the Water Pulse to the lumpy patch of ground just inches before the grouped trio of Dugtrio, and causes the ball to explode into a wave that washes over every surfaced creature, though the trio receive the full force. The water splashes you and soaks the dampened mud that sullies your clothing, intensifying your discomfort. For Nimbus and Dexter, however, the water is only beneficial, cleansing their faces of the Dugtrios’ muddy attack and recovering their accuracy to an almost full extent. The Dugtrio all shiver with immense distress, and all three submerge a damp and muddy mess. The cause for celebration, however, has not yet arisen, for moments later you feel the ominous rumble beneath your feet begin to intensify. Doru, whose steady approach seems to quicken with every inch of ground covered, now stands beside Dragomir, who glances daggers at the anxious comrade. “Don’t think about it, Doru,” he warns, affixing his gaze back onto the battle ahead of them both, where you stand helpless to the approach of another attack. Doru disregards the words of his tightly-clad ally, eyes firmly placed upon you and the two bracing Pokemon at your sides. In a split second that you have barely time to register, another Dugtrio springs from the ground directly beside Dexter and prepares the elemental onslaught of a Tri Attack, each head quivering as their respective elements build in power. The attack is unleashed just as a second Dugtrio bursts from the ground inches away from you, splattering you with grass and soil as Nimbus takes action to defend his trainer and swoops in between you. Dexter, having braced himself for the assault, deftly avoids the Tri Attack with a twirl that he swiftly follows with a damaging Bullet Punch to the Dugtrio’s side. The Dugtrio just inches away from yourself, however, succeeds in dealing its own damage, as it prepares and propels a hefty Mud Bomb in the familiar rotary motion that sends Nimbus reeling past your head while you are subjected to the bomb’s aftermath. For a few moments you become blind, and frantically rub your eyes free of the mud that stains them. All around you hear the fretful cries of the crowd and the blast of Nimbus’s Dragon Pulse, but at each attempt to open your eyes you feel the sting of dirt. “Seismic Toss, Dexter!” Dragomir’s voice echoes from the distance. You sense the hulking form of the Hariyama move from beside you to where a Dugtrio is evidently positioned, and hear his mighty grunt as he lifts the creature from the ground. The crowd responds with a shocked cry. You blink frantically, desperate to reacquaint yourself with unimpaired vision, but before your eyes are drained of the water that fills them, you hear the Dugtrio slam to the ground, to an eruption of cheers from the crowds on both sides. Your sight readjusts to see the Dugtrio out cold, partially submerged as it always seems to be, to your left. Nimbus stands ahead of you still, facing Doru and Dragomir while Dexter stands to your right. Surrounding you is a ravaged battlefield, mud and grass cleaved and dislodged at every angle as though it were a war zone. Beneath you the tremors continue, threatening to throw your balance at any second. Seconds pass before another assault is underway, and one of the Dugtrios emerge between you and Dexter. Only this time, there are but two heads - quite the oddity that aids only in augmenting your anxiety. Your fears are validated as Dexter is suddenly struck from beneath by the third head, a Sucker Punch to the gut from which he struggles to recuperate. Nimbus covers his ally, however, and unleashes his second Ice Beam that strikes the tallest head with full force, sending the creature a few inches across the field before each head submerges simultaneously. You turn to Nimbus and see his face swathed in mud. Your senses are numbed by the accumulated exertion of energy, but the perpetual rumble underground is entirely noticeable. Already you can see that Nimbus is beginning to tire. But your reactions must once again be swift for the periodic assault is nearing by the second. What will you do? |
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07-02-2009, 10:18 AM
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Celebrating an early success, Matthew watched on as the Dugtrio sat on the surprise attack, halting and blinking, being bewildered. With the chance of time, Matthew saw Nimbus prepare his attack, the compact sphere of water forming in his cheeks as he eyed up the ground once more, the shivering earth signaling each side of the surfaced Dugtrio. As they surfaced, a giant eruption of grass and mud exploded around the area, landing hard on Matthew, the moles severely pissing him off with relentless mud assaults ruining his clothing. Matthew caught Nimbus out of the side of his eye as he surveyed the damage of his clothes, the Castform creating a wave of water, the need for accuracy gone. Smiling as the ball exploded on the ground, Matthew sat with content as the water soaks his clothing, the uncomfort being worth the suffering of the moles, and the water purifying the eyes of the two pokémon. As the dugtrio shivered with immense distress, Matthew saw Doru approach Dragomir with a steady walk, inching closer until a glance from the trainer stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t think about it, Doru,” Matthew watched as Doru disregarded the words of his ally, eyes firmly placed upon him and the two pokémon beside him. “Doru, if you want to help out….STAND BACK” Matthew shouted as the split second gap forced another Dugtrio to spring into action, the ground beside Matthew and Dexter shaping to the form of a tri-attack. Looking at the heads shiver with the elemental power, Matthew closed his eyes as the attack was unleashed, as a second Dugtrio burst up from the ground inches behind him, splattering him with grass as Nimbus intercepted, a dept attempt to save him from danger. Looking back over to Dexter, Matthew saw the hulk twirl around the tri-attack and finish with a bullet punch. Turning back to his own battle, Matthew saw the Dugtrio land a mud bomb on his Castform, the little weather pokémon sent spinning round past his head as the mud smack into his eyes. For a brief moment, Matthew became blind, frantically trying to get the mud out of his eyes, the stinging sensation causing havoc with his system. Around him, Matthew heard the fretful cries of the crowd, along with the blast of a Dragon Pulse, presuming it to be Nimbus’. “Seismic Toss, Dexter!” Matthew heard the echo of Dragonmir’s words, sensing the massive creature, hearing his mighty grunt, a shocked cry coming from behind him. Blinking, Matthew steadily got acquainted with his unimpaired vision as he heard the dugtrio slam to the ground, an eruption of cheers from either side filling his ears. With his sight slightly readjusted, Matthew looked over to see one Dugtrio out cold, partially submerged. Looking around at his allys, he spotted Nimbus ahead of him, floating in mid air, with dexter to his right. The environment around him appeared to be a battle-zone, mud and grass cleaved from every angle. With the continuation of the tremors, Matthew looked back as one of the Dugtrios emerged, with only two heads. As Matthew looked around, he saw the third head sucker punch Dexter as Nimbus covered for him, sending an Ice Beam towards the last Dugtrio. Looking at Nimbus, Matthew noticed the small weather pokemon’s face caked in mud, tiring quickly. “Ok Nimbus, I've had it with these motherfucking moles, on this motherfucking field!. Start with a Future Sight to see where they are going to come up from, and then finish by smacking them with a Energy Ball and a Flamethrower.” |
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Sighing in resignation, David Michael and Dart walk on, the trainer thinking in his mind... "We'll see- once Dart evolves that is..." At any rate, David Michael realises that he was a mile or so away from his destination, having seen some very faint shapes on the horizon. He could tell that some of the shapes were a house, and various larger pokemon and things but the one thing that his eyesight would not tell him is if there was a trainer within that mess of pokemon or another human being. The one thing David Michael is certain of, as he gets closer is the Metagross that he can barely make out, even at half of the distance, the movements of the pokemon created small earthquakes that David Michael could feel from so far away. Regardless, as he gets closer, David Michael's eyesight improves, allowing him to notice a Mamoswine, a Torterra and a Rhyperior, as well as the human on top of the Mamoswine. Noticing that the man had noticed them, and was moving, David Michael decides to slow up a bit, allowing the man to move closer to them. Eventually he does, a few meters inbetween David Michael and the mysterious man, who's outfit and expression seem a bit somber. In the few seconds of silence, David Michael notices the suit, the triby hat and the extremely shiny shoes. The only thing that disturbed the young trainer was the solemn look on the man's face, and the way his voice sounded when he finally spoke. “You there! Who are you, why are you here and where do you intend to be?” Startled a bit, David Michael quickly composes himself and begins to speak. "Hello there sir, I'm David Michael Woodward, a pokemon trainer- I was wondering if you could help me get up to Mystery Island. If it helps, I was sent here by a Miss Berry, who told me to find and ask you if I was interested in getting up there. I don't mean to bother you, but with the situation I was hoping that you could help me out." waiting for the response, David Michael steadies himself, readying up for whatever the result ends up being... Last edited by enchantress; 07-03-2009 at 08:13 PM. Reason: Corrected size and colour tags |
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For a second the trainer thought back to how much his opinion of Tane had changed since first meeting. The sight of him releasing a pokémon and so brutally having it destroy a man, albeit a not particularly good man, but a man nonetheless, had led Stark to believe that this man was nothing more than a monster. The journey had proved different. Despite his somewhat tough exterior, Tane was no different than any other person. He wanted a life where he could live in peace and harmony with his home. However,Tane was a man pushed to the edge by outside forces and was now beginning to push back. He had lost friends and with them his sense of morality. Revenge hidden behind the guise of justice and misguided views of protecting the Falls were what these people believed in now. There was a time and a place for fighting, but the level of violence that this situation had escalated to was bound to only get worse before it got better. Stark knew that he had to find another way. Somehow. If only to save Tane from losing someone close to him like the woman next to him. The trainer looked over at the man who had followed the brown haired beauty. He assumed it was another of Tane's allies. The question was what kind of man was he? Stark wouldn't know for sure if he couldn't get in with the group. His eyes soon returned to Tane and eventually to lock onto those of the woman. With a few seconds of staring he headed for the makeshift rock bridge in the river. "You've been fighting a losing battle so far. Maybe it's time you were given a fresh perspective," Stark said calmly as he tried to step on the first rock, "Maybe, just maybe, I can help you stop those heavy handed fools back there without anyone else getting hurt."
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I sincerely apologise for this, guys. I know you don't mind that much, but I keep making these promises. I've been a busy bee recently, and when I've grabbed an opportunity to write, I've hit many a wall that tonight I've managed to knock down. So I pretty much tackled them all tonight, or at least finished them off, and hopefully that's a writer's block period over with. Any problems, please please PM me =).
Comet Corner Treepandaone: Though a substantial portion of both crowds are taken aback by your expletives, shielding the ears of the youth amongst them, there are those who recognise the valour of your efforts and react with rallying cheers. “Brilliant tactic, Matthew, first class!” Doru yells from beside Dragomir as you issue your commands to Nimbus for the third time round. Dragomir, evidently far more detached than his enthusiastic comrade, simply nods and relays his own orders accordingly. “Dexter, continue this advantage. Deliver a Force Palm to the first mole to rise, then lend your ally a Helping Hand.” Were it not for the dirt’s obstruction of your vision, identifying underground activity would have been simplified by the dislodged dirt by which you are encircled. However, with little but your remaining senses to entirely rely on, your faith is bestowed on your hovering ally and the hulk beside him. From behind the water that fills your eyes, you can see Nimbus still himself as he summons a deep psychic ability to gaze at the future while Dexter hammers his legs in preparation for the assault soon to ensue. It does no take long, you discover, before soil spatters you from behind and Dexter makes an immediate retaliation. Nimbus’s preoccupation with his initial command is fortunately unhindered as the Dugtrio behind you begins to prepare another attack at Dexter. Instinctively, you move yourself away from the foray for fear of being struck in the crossfire, and as anticipated, a second elemental assault is deftly avoided as Dexter endures the brunt of the Tri Attack. He does not, however, allow the Dugtrio’s submergence without a parting gift, and as he staggers forward to deliver a harsh Force Palm, you see the Dugtrio sway from exhaustion before disappearing once more. Dexter then stumbles, greatly fatigued from the relentless barrage of assaults directed at his hefty form, and seems to topple slightly, propping himself with an arm to avoid falling flat. While the tremors continue and your allies prepare themselves for yet another wave of attacks, your recuperating eyes are drawn to where Doru and Dragomir are stood. Another body has joined them, which by the looks of his loose attire appears to be Lucien. He speaks hastily with Doru while Dragomir’s stance and sights sustain their observation of the devastated battlefield. Suddenly, Doru looks to the sky and then to the crowd across the potholed field, where Carmen is stood. “It’s twilight! The stars have begun to materialise! Stela must begin the ritual!” Doru’s cries are received by few who are close enough to hear, but spread like wildfire. Stela’s name repeats as the revelation is shared, and before long almost every present human call for the mystic elder to appear. While weary of your immediate surroundings, you cannot help but attempt to determine her whereabouts for yourself, until her location is sporadically pinpointed by the crowd’s numerous members. As you gaze across the steadily darkening fields, you ascertain the point to which almost every traveller now gestures, and see that Stela had long recognised the encroaching dark, and solitarily progresses to the hill where the ritual must occur. She is quite some distance from the crowd, and Doru - typically assuming the leadership role - bellows across the ravaged field to those on the other side. “Somebody follow her! This whole predicament will be sorted out short - WOAH!” Cut short by the sound of a tremor far greater than any you’d thus far perceived, Doru stumbles slightly from the force as you are likewise thrown askew by its magnitude. As you struggle to sustain your balance, Doru seems dazed by the power of the quake, and gazes anxiously at the ground. Suddenly, Dragomir’s expression alters to one you had yet to see him pull - a look of dread. “Get away!” He cries, wildly gesturing first to you, then to the crowd at his rear. Already, the majority of those on the other side, those of which Carmen is a component, have begun a hot pursuit of the wayward Stela, but as for the crowd behind Doru and Dragomir, a panic swiftly swathes their cries with darker connotations. The body of the crowd is sparked into fretful motion that causes the carriages to sway and the beasts amongst them to call out in terror. Doru’s attempts to settle them are soon stifled by the escalating din, and within seconds he finds himself immersed within the dispersing crowd along with Dragomir. Though each person keeps their distance from the battlefield, their proximity is substantially increased, and you can almost discern the expression on each individual face. For all the alluring properties of such stark turmoil, however, your focus is swiftly diverted to the dire situation in which you yourself are helplessly ensnared. As though to only augment the panic of the surroundings, two Dugtrio reappear simultaneously, one significantly more bruised than its comrade. Nimbus - his levitation prompting his obliviousness to the tremor’s terrifying implications - is immediately prepared. Though Dexter stands beside him exhausted, a single glance of determination paired with a mighty slap of his hefty leg is substantial in rousing your hovering ally, and with his heart ablaze Nimbus prepares and unleashes in almost one swift motion a sphere laden with the power of the grass strewn haphazardly about him, and succeeds in striking one of the two Dugtrio before it can even register the attack. Within seconds, the Dugtrio is spent and flops like wilted fauna before slipping limply into its burrow. However, the time utilised for such a slick manoeuvre was substantial enough for the felled Dugtrio’s partner to prepare an onslaught of its own, and within seconds enough momentum is gathered for a Mud Bomb to be unleashed. Nimbus turns to pinpoint his target, but comes face to face with a rocketing ball of mud that covers the distance between them within but a few moments. However, as Nimbus takes swift action to try and evade the bomb, Dexter lunges in a last-ditch attempt to intervene, and outstretches a wide hand to block the bomb’s damaging path. His interception hits its mark, and in a shower of mud the bomb explodes upon impact with Dexter’s hand, allowing Nimbus an unhindered opportunity to unleash a jet of fire amid the muddy explosion, while Dexter is left reeling backwards while sustaining the Mud Bomb’s damage. The flamethrower leaves a scorched trail of earth before its target is struck, and the Dugtrio quivers wildly in pain as Nimbus pours substantial effort into maintaining the flame’s power. Yet, within a few seconds the flame relents, and the Dugtrio is left scorched and exhausted, toppling as its ally had just moments previous into the hole from which it appeared. Level up for Nimbus. Your triumph is short-lived, cut short by the second, more elongated tremor that now levels the accumulated piles of soil around you. Dexter, who already attempts to recover from his most recent hit, is knocked clean off balance, and tumbles to the ground with a hefty thump. Dragomir attempts to recall his comrade, but is himself thrown from his feet, just as the majority of the panic-stricken crowd are also toppled over. Doru, who steadies himself with an arm placed firmly on the ground, seems to be struggling his way towards the carriage that quivers dangerously in the quake. Though the remaining two carriages have accumulated enough distance from the vicinity, steadily rattling their way towards the hill in pursuit of Stela, the carriage amid the panicking crowd is of indubitably equal importance. For a moment you wonder why it has not sprung into action as the crowd seems to have done, then distinguish amid the dispersing feet that its wheel has been trapped by a mound of dirt cleaved by the culprits of the steadily increasing earthquake - the two Dugtrio you have yet to see emerge since Nimbus unleashed his Sweet Scent. Once again, another earthquake strikes, and the reverberating rumble is augmented by the terrified screams of the crowd. Many have now gained substantial distance from the earthquake’s vicinity, though there are some - many who have been floored by its force - who linger, whether too panic-stricken to escape, or attempting to attend to those who have fallen. The carriage pullers, four restless Rapidash, begin to whinny and tug at their restraints, unable to dislodge the transport and too terrified to settle. Beside you, Dexter is out cold, sprawled ingloriously over a mount of dirt, and thrown about like a limp rag-doll by the earthquake’s force. Amid this turmoil, and stood in the thick of the quake, you stand beside Nimbus, surrounded by a ravaged battlefield and a petrified multitude. At any moment, another, perhaps stronger earthquake will strike. What will you do? The Rose Arch: Dark Mountain Mewsic Box: Every word ignited by the passion and novel bravery of your heart overwhelms the dead air by which your are encircled, and surges through the black distance like cautionary blasts to the dark forest which stands like a dead audience to the conflict in which you are fully engaged. Your proud loyalty and sentimental bond to the lost Niamh urges the denouncement of Darkrai’s shady bargain, and it is with a face more brave than you’d thus far shown yourself to be capable of that you pledge to defeat your dark enemy. “You would flout the opportunity for power for promise? And yet, like some naĂŻve yet ultimately useless aspirant you attempt to subdue me with the darkness I reign over!” Your Shadow Sneak is a failure, the girl is once more enveloped by the darkness she had gleaned to throw you from the mountain’s edge, and the shadow that crawls towards her is absorbed like a welcome augmentation to her shadowy might. From within the pitch black veil there is a heart-rending cackle, and the black cloud in which Darkrai is enveloped bursts into a multitude of shady tendrils that lash out at every angle. You, however, maintain you composure. Though around you the darkness seizes sovereignty, you turn to the inner power with which you are blessed by the amulet around your neck and perceive only light, the negation of darkness itself. Turning to the girl stood just a few yards ahead of you, you feel the light manifest your entire being. For the briefest moment you are blind, and a holy white wipes your vision. The flash is followed by the bellow of your adversary, whose booming demonic voice sends a heavy pulse through your chest. Within seconds the light starts to diffuse, and your sight returns, swathing all in a bright vibrancy that for the few moments in which it lingers steals you from the burdening world of darkness and reveals one of a radiance that you cannot help but savour. Though it is a short-lived encounter, you revel in the hope that pervades the light’s power, and find yourself overwhelmed by a bravery and assurance that Darkrai’s powers are only mortal, and only finite. Then the light fades, and while the girl reels back, your heart is pounding in your chest. Volbeat, your valiant and headstrong supporter within this daunting turmoil, speeds to augment the damage, rear end alight as he circles once around your head and darts towards your dazed enemy. The gentle hum of his fluttering wings amplifies with his approach, yet his gallant efforts are thwarted with one swipe of the girl’s hand, dark essence pulsing from her fingertips to effortlessly deflect the bee’s assault and send him rocketing into the darkness. Slowly, her vision returns, though with the shock of Volbeat’s failure, your determination is only intensified and before allowing her the chance to retaliate, you are sure to unleash the second assault. Once more the ghostly sensation tingles at your fingertips, and the strips that extend from them feel yet again unfamiliar, as though they originate from a body that is not your own. Your outstretch your arms as each strip covers the distance between you in an instant, coiling around your enemy with bone-crushing force, restricting each of her limbs and pulling her swiftly towards you. Though her dark hair obscures them, you feel the icy blue eyes bore into your own with a vicious vehemence that shakes your resolve. “Your ideas are running out, Tim.” Disregarding the words you know are spoken to dissuade, you take to the air, the advice of Niamh’s granddaughter at the forefront of your mind. Once at the peak, that is where your battle will continue. You are somewhat surprised as your altitude is amassed to feel that Darkrai makes no effort to struggle. Though your bonds are tight, your expectations of retaliation are denounced by her seeming submission, and though this is would habitually prove a cause for concern, your intent triumphs over doubt, and you continue to climb higher as the ground dissolves from view, into a void to which your sights are so wearily accustomed. You glance at your adversary, and find that the icy blue eyes, those piercing eyes she seems to set so relentlessly on your own, are aglow. Her face is emotionless, though you cannot shake the suspicion that behind her cold features a smirk is reserved. Far below, the ground is now all but out of sight, and Volbeat has seemingly disappeared. Just darkness greets your view, and only the gentle whistle of disrupted air tickles your ears. The moments acquired are practically utilised as an opportunity for respite. However your weary anticipation is soon to be appeased. Before barely a few minutes pass, your ears discern more than just the faint sound of wafting air. Somewhere within the unfathomable blackness, a shrill cacophony approaches. You glance down again, eyes narrowed in an attempt to ascertain the cause. The girl stares still, silently permissive of your ascent. The clamour grows ever louder by the second, and momentarily you deny what your eyes tell you to be true. From below the darkness is moving like an looming cloud, gaining distance at an alarming pace. The sound becomes quite the din, and it takes a while before you can determine its true nature. It is the amalgamation of a thousand fluttering wings, an orchestra of rotten caws sounding like the waves of some ferocious black ocean. Their murky yellow bills steadily emerge in the gloomy moonlight and countless crimson eyes begin to watch you from below, approaching at daunting speeds. The body of vicious Murkrow is like a tidal wave, encompassing all you can discern in the darkness. With but a few yards before they overwhelm you, you glance at the girl, and see her smirk as clear as day. What will you do? Mystery Island: Rattray Residence Firewater: Your surefooted response and courteous introduction disarms the hostility that could possibly hang between the stranger and yourself. Miss. Berry’s name, as you had anticipated, is a well-received addition to your greeting and upon the utterance of her name, the stranger’s head lifts to reveal a smooth, pale and bespectacled face that regards you with paired curiosity and affability. As the hulking beast beneath him closes the small distance between you, and the stranger’s pale eyes commence their observation of you and your avian companion, you find yourself inescapably and inexplicably beleaguered by some peculiar sense of anxiety and discomfort. “Ah. I am Mr. Rattray, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Woodward,” with the distance between you hindering the ability of contact, Mr. Rattray slips from the back of his Mamoswine, before approaching with a smooth and unhurried steps to offer his hand. His handshake is firm and cool and on his wrist you notice the extravagant watch that glistens in the light. With one hand still clenching your own, he makes a gesture towards the crowd of large beasts. “Shall we walk?” He guides you towards the house with Mamoswine close in tow as you are freed from his grip. “I do not know, Mr. Woodward, just how far your knowledge of Mystery Island stretches. But it is perilous. Not only perilous, but devoid of human existence. There once existed on Mystery Island a bustling town, however, it is now all but deserted. Empty as the sky above,” as you both draw closer to the wooden structure you assume to be Mr. Rattray’s residence, the many hulking beasts that stand before it, some almost as tall as the hut themselves, simultaneously scrutinise both your and Dart. Their hulking statures seem somewhat enhanced, as though they are subjects to rigorous bodybuilding exercises, and the fleshier beasts amongst them sport bodies particularly inflated by impressive muscles. Seemingly conscious of your weariness amongst the beasts you assume to be his, Mr. Rattray attempts to assuage your concern. “No need to worry about my friends here, they wouldn’t know how to harm something smaller than themselves. They’re more inclined towards…demolition,” his expression barely changes, but you notice that a smirk flits across his features before his concentration alters instantaneously to the subject of your and your presence there. “Well, Mr. Woodward, providing you would still like to visit Mystery Island in spite of my warning, this is the procedure you will need to take. First of all, you can only get there at night. Secondly, the path to Mystery Island requires that you awake from slumber before it is traversed…please, don’t ask me why as I would not be able to suitably answer. Thirdly, I would advise that you bring with you some suitable protection. I am afraid that I cannot accompany you.” He leads you across a dirt path, past his crowd of hulking companions, and towards the fragile wooden door to his wooden house, and stops there. “Now, Mr. Woodward, I will gladly provide you with accommodation, entirely free of charge. You’ll find a spare room - single bed, and a wash basin - just up the stairs and to the right. Obviously it is a few hours until nightfall, but in any case you’ll be required to sleep before the path to Mystery Island can be traversed. Don’t worry, I’ll set things in place so that you awake at the appropriate time. Now, please take this opportunity to kill time as you see fit, my house is open to your exploration - just, please, keep from visiting the room upstairs and to the left. Those are my quarters, I’m sure you’ll understand. If you have any questions at all, do not hesitate to ask me and I’ll answer as best as I can, but at some point I must return to training my companions here. I understand that you may be exhausted, and if you wish you are welcome to sleep right away.” Awaiting your response, Mr. Rattray pulls at his jacket and peers over his spectacles at you. What will you do? Rainbow Waterfalls: River Orange Stark: With your peacemaking intentions voiced and your curiosity substantially piqued, you attempt to inch your way across the stony bridge. Your words, at least, seem to hang like revelations on the minds of the lovers, as though they were words sprung from uncharted territory. You are somewhat surprised to view the seemingly stubborn woman suppress any response to your chancy attempt across the bridge, as she merely affixes with seeming admiration a relentless gaze upon your own eyes. “Peace?” She speaks softly, still surprisingly permissive of your progression across the river. Though it is with a wide wave of his hand, a demonstration of his recently piqued vehemence that prompts you to stop in your tracks, that Tane interjects, betraying the respect with which he’d previously regarded you with the heated tone of his voice. “You wish to end this war, an outsider whose part to play in pandemonium has begun just moments ago, and yet you speak of the peacemaking that we - we who stand at this war’s core - strove for like blind saints just days ago? You speak of nonviolence as though it were a solution so simple, as white is to black, or light is to dark. There are no villains, and there are no heroes. There are only human desires - and they are as intricate as the rock upon which you stand, and the river beneath it. Violence is inescapable, it is a part of war. We would know, it caught up with us long ago.” Tane approaches you, throwing his shaggy hair from his face as he attempts to regain his composure, “But perhaps you are right about one thing. If the beauty of nature, of the Rainbow Falls, or even the treasures to be plundered from its depths and drawn like poison from the wealth of its magnificence, means nothing to you - then this is our war. Should this be the case, my friend, then fly away and do not return.” The woman’s loyalties are shifted within seconds of Tane’s speech. She frowns, aghast at Tane’s words, and she storms towards him, “He speaks of peace, Tane, peace! What worth has the Falls if its waters are marred by the blood of its protectors?” Though it was without the backing of intention, your response to the woman’s declared requisites now seemed to move her like no other action could, your innate notions of the preciousness of human life striking within her heart inspiration that turns on her lover. Tane glances at you both with exasperation, visibly distressed at the pacifism with which he’s suddenly surrounded. The figure in the distance, whom you’d assumed to be Tane’s ally, then slowly approaches. “Olivia, how can you close your mind so swiftly when the brutality has struck your heart worse than any other? These â€heavy handed fools’ are not negotiable. They are brutal, and should they learn of our whereabouts, perilous beasts,” he turns to you, clutching at the thread of his argument with relentless fervour, “You, your experience is first-hand! When we met you were locked in battle with the murderer! He tried to kill you! He would have killed you! You mark my words, had I not intervened, had the battle ended - successfully or unsuccessfully - he would have killed you, my friend. Not all the charm in the world could sway such greed-warped minds as theirs. Those who attempt reconciliation acquire blood.” “What is this fuss?” The man has neared enough for his voice to resound across the plains, to barely reach your ears above the sound of the crashing river at your feet. His skin is dark, and his stature daunting. Clad in body armour you’d associate with a soldier, paired with the rifle slung over his shoulder, you’re suddenly weary of this man’s association with Tane’s outlook. Tane does not respond, but merely digs into his pocket, and withdraws the pouch you’d seen him acquire from the guard’s corpse just moments previous. He lobs the pouch towards the man, and watches his response. The hefty warrior digs into the pouch and withdraws a card - one you assume from the photo to be an identity card. For a few moments, his perusal of the tag seems unnecessarily elongated, as though immersing him in contemplation. He then glances up at Tane, a sombre expression upon his face. “Was this you?” “Yes, William. With help from Asklepios. The bastard is dead, ingloriously sprawled at the Waterfall’s edge.” Tane responds, jerking the shoulder which carries his crossbow. William smiles, and approaches Tane. “You’ve done us proud, Tane.” He says, placing a heavy hand on his ally’s shoulder. “Now,” he continues, acquainting himself with the situation by glancing between the three of you, lingering particularly on you, “who is this, and why is this atmosphere so palpably tense?” He looks at you, seeming to prompt the answer from your lips, but Olivia interjects swiftly, “William, this man wishes to aid us, he proposes peaceful action. And I for one, William, have seen enough bloodshed to consider his proposal. Perhaps he can aid us…a diplomat.” William pouts as he dwells over Olivia’s words. His features are broad and imposing, and with a furrowed brow his narrowed eyes seem to convey a wisdom inconsistent with his apparent youth. “This is a fair dispute. A worthy dispute, but one that requires deeper discussion. Stranger,” he looks at you, hands open in acceptance of your noble cause, “I do not know how informed you are of the history of Rainbow Falls, but we are here to protect them. We call ourselves the Rainbow Guardians, and our very lives are bound to this place. Our band is scarce, we number seven in total, and nonviolence…well, that was our own outlook before…before it became impossible. We hide here now like cowering prey, oblivious to the actions of our enemy. All we know is that some…shady activity has originated from the caves beneath each waterfall, inside the rock-face. Tane, is this a man to be trusted?” He turns to Tane, who does not look at you as he responds, “He’s yet to warrant my trust, but he’s certainly not one of the invaders.” “I thought as much. In that case, stranger, if you wish to help then I offer you a choice. You can attempt to rectify this dispute through peaceful means and see if you are more successful than we have been. I’m sure you know more of these invaders than we do, so please, if you are willing, attempt your negotiation on our behalf. Alternatively, you can investigate these caves and see what you can ascertain, as we are almost certain that the invaders are directly involved. We would go ourselves, but they seem to recognise our faces, and we’ll undoubtedly face our deaths. Here’s hoping they’ll look with more mercy upon a stranger such as you. Will you help us?” |
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Also for reference, Nimbus is now level 11.) Matthew smiled to himself as he cheeks began to glow a bright red from the nice comments he was receiving from the crowd, his exemplary tactics earning him a round of applause, aside from the few who thought against his expletives, shielding the ears of their young. With the rallying cheers reaching his ears, Matthew stood, ready for the next wave of Dugtrio that stood in his way. “Brilliant tactic, Matthew, first class!” Doru yelled from beside Dragomir as Matthew thanked him for the kind words, receiving a nod from Dragomir as he ordered his own commands. Matthew nodded back to the far less enthusiastic comrade, coining the battle as he did so. “Dexter, continue this advantage. Deliver a Force Palm to the first mole to rise, then lend your ally a Helping Hand.” Matthew cursed the dirt obstruction of his vision, the underground activity being simplified by the dislodged dirt around on the battlefield, trying desperately to wipe the dirt from his eyes with his sleeve but to no success. From behind the water that filled his eyes with a stinging pain, Matthew saw Nimbus summon a deep psychic ability, gazing into the future. Aside him, Dexter hammered his legs in preparation for the assault to ensue. After a few seconds, Matthew felt the soil splatter his back, seeing Dexter react from the corner of his eyes. With Nimbus being preoccupied from his initial command, Matthew thanks the stars that the hulking pokémon is on hand to deal with the threat. Instinctively, Matthew moved from his original spot, afraid to get hit from the crossfire. As he anticipated, Matthew saw the dugtrio set up a second elemental assault on the Harriyama, Dexter unable to move out of the way as he endured the brunt of the Tri-attack. Matthew winced as he saw the pokémon take damage, but smiled as it got its own back on the Dugtrio with a parting gift, the bulky pokémon staggering forward and smacking the mole with a harsh force palm. From behind muddy eyes, Matthew saw the Dugtrio sway from exhaustion as it disappeared from view. Wiping his brow with his dirtied sleeve once more, Matthew saw the Harriyama stumble, greatly fatigued from the relentless barrage of attacks, toppling slightly as it propped itself up with an arm. With the tremors continuing, Matthew saw his allies preparing themselves for another wave of attacks, his eyes getting better from the constant water flow, flushing out the dirt. Looking over to Dragomir, Matthew squinted as he saw anther body joined them, recognizing it to be Lucian after a few seconds. Matthew saw the man speak with Doru while Dragonir sights sustain their observation of the devastated battlefield. Suddenly, Matthew saw Doru look up to the sky and then back to the crowd, pointing to where Carmen stood. “It’s twilight! The stars have begun to materialize! Stela must begin the ritual!” Doru shouted as the news reached the people closest to him, the news of the man’s words spreading like wildfire through the group. As Matthew took a much needed breather, he heard the mystic’s name repeated as the revelation shared between the groups until every human present called her name, waiting for the mystic to appear. Weary of his immediate surroundings, Matthew stood on tiptoes as he tried to find her for himself, attempting to determine her whereabouts. As his bobbing head looked around, he was soon informed of her location from the sporadic pinpointing of the crowds members. As his gaze followed the pointing, Matthew fell across a darkening field, seeing Stela solitarily progressing towards the hill. With the mystic quite some distance from the crowd, Matthew looked back to Doru as he bellowed across the battlefield, once again taking the leadership role. “Somebody follow her! This whole predicament will be sorted out short - WOAH!” Matthew glanced over to the man’s position as he was cut short, as he wobbled with the tremor, the quake in the earth a much bigger quake than ever before, being thrown askew by the magnitude. Looking towards Dragomir, Matthew saw a look on his face that was almost unrecognizable for the calm battler, but one he knew well, dread. With Doru seemingly dazed by the power of the earthquake, Matthew looked towards the crowd as Dragomir shouted, concerned at the quakes. “Get away!” the man screamed as he gestured to Matthew, the trainer nodding and trying to scramble backwards. As Matthew scrambled, he looked up to see the majority of the crowd running towards Stela, but as he did so, the crowd behind Doru and Dragomir swashed with panic. Matthew watched on with fear-stricken eyes as the crowd was sparked into motion, desperately trying to retreat from the circumstances as the beasts amongst them called out in terror. With Doru attempting to settle the crowd, Matthew helplessly watched as the man immersed into the crowd, the group keeping their distance from the battlefield, their disconcert obvious from the faces that protruded the retreating mass. With the alluring properties that come with stark turmoil, Matthews focus swiftly diverted itself to the dire situation he had helplessly caught himself in. As the augments of panic surrounded him, two dugtrio appeared at his side simultaneously, Matthew noticing one significantly more bruised than its counterpart. Looking up to the floating cloud that was his Castform, Matthew smiled that the tremors, didn’t affect him, leaving his preparation time much more open and immediate. With Dexter standing beside Nimbus exhausted, Matthew nodded to the weather pokémon, telling him it was time to strike as its heart filled with fire, setting a grass sphere on the Dugtrio. Striking one before it could even register an attack. However, Matthew saw as the time spent was substantial enough for the other Dugtrio to prepare an onslaught of its own, gathering up enough mud to launch an attack. With Nimbus turning to pinpoint his target, he found himself with a rocketing ball of mud careering straight towards him. As Nimbus tried to take swift action and evade the bomb, Matthew saw Dexter lunge at the ball, one outreached hand exploding the bomb and saving the cloud. With the interception successful, Nimbus used the opportunity to launch a fiery jet from his mouth, leaving a trail of scorched earth in his wake, hitting the Dugtrio as it quivered in pain, being knocked out from the blast. Matthew punched the air with victory as he felt the power of Nimbus rise, the Pokédex registering the level up. His triumph, however, was short-lived, cut short by another tremor that threw Matthew off balance once more. Matthew looked at the already weakened Dexter, attempting to rise to his feet until the tremor knocked him back over. Looking around, Matthew saw the crowd topple over like a game of dominoes. Looking over to Doru steadying himself, Matthew saw the carriges quiver dangerously in the quakes. With the remaining two carriages stuck in the mud, Matthew also spotted some crowd members stunned in fear by the earthquake as another hit. Looking over, Matthew saw the four rapidash struggle against the weight and Dexter out cold. Reaching to his belt, Matthew found the Pokéball he had with him. “Take the stage; Impact, Lexi and Hellion!” Matthew said as he threw the pokeballs into the air, watching them as they broke apart as a Steelix, a Shinx and a Magmortar joined him on the battlefield. Castform; you're on Dugtrio busting duty. It's time to whack-a-mole. Use a Future Sight to know where they're coming from and if any pop up, Energy Ball them. If you run out of grass energy, replace it with ice beam. Impact, quickly use an Iron Tail to lift the cart out of the mud. Be sure to move it ever so slightly so the Rappidash can escape. Then we'll pick up dexter and any stragglers along the way. Shinx, I want you to get on Impact's head and if you see any Dugtio, hit them with a U-Turn before coming back here. Magmortar, you're on straggler duty. I want you to be on Impact's body with me. if you see any people unable to run away, Psychic them onto Impact so we're safe. 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Surprised with the pleasant tone that he heard, David Michael simply watches as Mr. Rattray gets off of Mamoswine, before shaking his hand, his hand feeling cool, yet firm with their grip. “Shall we walk?” David Michael was startled as the two were still shaking hands as he gestures over to the rest of the large pokemon, even as the two begin to walk to the house, with Mamoswine following close behind. However, David Michael feels a bit startled at the next information that Mr.Rattray had begun to tell him “I do not know, Mr. Woodward, just how far your knowledge of Mystery Island stretches. But it is perilous. Not only perilous, but devoid of human existence. There once existed on Mystery Island a bustling town, however, it is now all but deserted. Empty as the sky above,” David Michael's concerns increased, as while the mentioning of the deserted town was silly, the point was that with each of those pokemon being massively larger than his own, David Michael simply felt a bit exposed, sure his pokemon could fight, but the pokemon appeared to be well in shape, and appeared to be even stronger than normal. However, Mr. Rattray must have seen his face as he begins to speak... “No need to worry about my friends here, they wouldn’t know how to harm something smaller than themselves. They’re more inclined towards…demolition,” This appeared to also be strange, due to the strange smirk, one of potentially pleasantries as he continues, as the duo reached the house... “Well, Mr. Woodward, providing you would still like to visit Mystery Island in spite of my warning, this is the procedure you will need to take. First of all, you can only get there at night. Secondly, the path to Mystery Island requires that you awake from slumber before it is traversed…please, don’t ask me why as I would not be able to suitably answer. Thirdly, I would advise that you bring with you some suitable protection. I am afraid that I cannot accompany you.” David Michael had been taking this in all pretty well, but he was still pretty much ready for anything, and he knew that his pokemon would be as well. But lustening to the rest of the rules had confused him a bit. For one thing, why did he need to be asleep before he went on the trail, and what was so concerning about going at night? but the largest concern was if there was a price to pay for this action. But again, all of David Michael's questions died as Mr. Rattray continues to talk... “Now, Mr. Woodward, I will gladly provide you with accommodation, entirely free of charge. You’ll find a spare room - single bed, and a wash basin - just up the stairs and to the right. Obviously it is a few hours until nightfall, but in any case you’ll be required to sleep before the path to Mystery Island can be traversed. Don’t worry, I’ll set things in place so that you awake at the appropriate time. Now, please take this opportunity to kill time as you see fit, my house is open to your exploration - just, please, keep from visiting the room upstairs and to the left. Those are my quarters, I’m sure you’ll understand. If you have any questions at all, do not hesitate to ask me and I’ll answer as best as I can, but at some point I must return to training my companions here. I understand that you may be exhausted, and if you wish you are welcome to sleep right away.” Awaiting your response, Mr. Rattray pulls at his jacket and peers over his spectacles at you. At this, David Michael stopped. It seemed strange that Mr. Rattray was giving him all of these things for free. But was also stranger was the situation at hand for getting to the island. David Michael was sure that he needed help to get to the island, and the instructions were not too difficult... so he finally responds to all of the rules and suggestions. "Well, I thank you for the hospitality and the help Mr. Rattray, and I will be ready as soon as it is time to go. But before i go to sleep, er to look at my room do you know anything about what could have caused those dissapearances?" As David Michael waits, he simply returns Dart, readying himself for an answer, and some sleep as well. Last edited by enchantress; 07-18-2009 at 11:52 PM. Reason: Size tag |
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Wandering into a nearby copse, Alina couldn't help but feel fascinated by how unearthly these trees were. Thier trunks twisted and turned and spiraled and their leaves were brightly colored despite the season. The trees twisted in such a way that they looked as if they were aflame, reaching towards the sky with their autumnal leaves. As Alberta compared the color of fallen leaf to the flame on her tail, Alina reached out to carress the bark of a nearby tree. It was smooth to the touch, quite unlike bark of the kinds of trees she was used to seeing, and the way the tree was angled welcomed any weary traveler, such as herself, for a sit. Taking off her shoes as she made herself comfortable on the trunk of the tree, Alina gazed at her surroundings in awe as Alberta had gone from comparing leaves to the flame on her tail to burning them and reducing them to ashes. The young trainer yawned slightly, surprised at how tired she really was, and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Night was approaching fast, and that was the time that she wanted to explore the fields, but all that walking had pretty much drained her... Well, it couldn't hurt to take a small nap, right? Lazily gazing between the trees at the hills beyond as her eyes began to close, Alina began to slowly drift to sleep, only to be rudely awakened by an odd sensation. Vibrations were pulsing through the trees by some unknown force, causing Alina to sit bolt upright from her position on the tree and look about frantically, trying to make sense of this tremor through her tired state of mind. All thoughts of relaxation left her, however, as her eyes landed on a stampede of Tauros heading straight for the small thicket of trees. Scrambling off the tree in a panic and shoving her shoes back onto her feeet, Alina joined Alberta in the middle of the copse, unsure of what to do or where to go. Every part of her wanted to run, but something in the back of her mind told her that wasn't really a great idea. There was no way to tell whether their path would divert, and if she did decide to run out into the open one Tauros might think, "You know what, let's trample her. That could be pretty fun!" Alberta was tugging at Alina's sock, a 'come on, man, hurry up!' look upon her face. The trainer strained her mind, searching the fields for anything that could provide them safety, but nothing really stood out as a good place to hide. The thicket of trees they were in right now... well, the trees seemed pretty strong. But would they really hold up? "God, I wish you could fly," Alina grumbled. Perhaps training would be a good idea from here on out... She had two Pokemon that had the possibility of flying, but Alberta didn't even have her wings yet, and her Natu... was pretty defective for a bird. Suddenly, a small idea hit her. Who needs a bird type to get around? With all of the psychic types Alina had in tow, at least one could teleport, and that was her Kadabra; Prestige. Shuffling through her pocket frantically and pulling out two Pokeballs (one being Alberta's while the other was Prestige's), Alina took no time to explain her plans to Alberta, merely saying "Hey, I'll call you back when we get out of this situation." Despite the cries of protest from Alberta, Alina returned the Charmander back to her Pokeball while tossing the other red and white ball into the air, releasing her Kadabra in a flash of red light. Prestige blinked and yawned, lazily gazing up at his trainer and not quite sure as to why she looked so panicked. "Okay, Prestige, you need to Teleport us right over there," Alina quickly ordered while pointing to her desired location. The psychic type rolled his eyes, telepathically replying with a sigh and an annoyed tone, "Too lazy to walk, dearest? That's not very far at all. You're still standing, you're obviously not injured--" Alina had no time to argue with Prestige and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around to face the herd of angry Tauros stampeding towards them. "Right NOW, Prestige." Eyes now wide with terror, Prestige grabbed Alina's wrist while giving a small salute to his trainer, "A Teleport it is!" And in the blink of an eye, Alina felt as if she was being swept away, to what she hoped was a safer location... |
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After Kiba voiced his concerns and preferred course of action, Katsu gave a nod of his head, and quickly scampered off down the path, not wanting to let the one they were after get any more of a lead then he already had. More spots of blood on the ground guided his way, though they grew sparse enough at times to make him lose the trail, which made him worry about the possibility that he and Kiba might never find the mysterious man. Maybe this spell on me and Kiba is only temporary, and it'll wear off with time..., he wondered. "But if it isn't, I guess we'd have to find new lives for ourselves together... After about a hour of walking, the two found themselves standing at the door of a small hut on the outskirts of the Fountain Garden, presumably belonging to someone who had the responsibility of tending to the garden. "Are you sure the trail ends here?", asked Kiba, unable to ascertain the answer for himself with his currently lacking senses. "There's no doubt about it.", thought Katsu, as he nodded his head in response to the question. "The smell of the blood is stronger then ever here, meaning the source is surely near." Before Katsu could do anything else, however, Kiba took it upon himself to go into the hut first, stating his decision before disappearing behind the door in the blink of an eye. "I hope he's not thinking that he should be the leader now, just because he's a human...", mumbled the Mudkip quietly to himself as he followed his hasty companion. Once inside, he was partly relieved to spy the one he and Kiba were looking for at the other end of the room resting on a small bed, his blue robes making his identity unmistakable. It looked as though his bleeding had stopped, but his pale appearance, and labored breathing made it clear that he was still suffering terribly. In his delirium, the man was muttering some strange things, which Katsu tried to make sense of. "...Protected? ...Evil? ...You can't have it? ...Destroy the world?! I can't imagine what could be capable of doing that... But that definitely seems like something that would be protected, and the "you" he's referring to... Could it be that other guy Kiba mentioned?" His thoughts were soon interrupted, though, as the man suddenly awoke and noticed Kiba, who had begun approach him to take a closer look. "You cannot succeed! We will not allow you to remove the stone!"" the man yelled ferverishly, after grabbing a stick he had been keeping at his side and pointing it at Kiba, who turned to Katsu, looking as though he were at a loss as to how to act in his current predicament. "I guess we better explain ourselves..." The thought came to Katsu's mind fairly quickly, as it was something he had been planning on doing ever since he had woken up following his transformation. He didn't feel particularly comfortable about Kiba doing the talking in a situation that could become dangerous if he said the wrong things, but there didn't seem to be any other choice in the matter. He could, however, at least tell him what to say. "Kiba, please translate what I'm about to say, or put it into your own words; whatever you feel more comfortable with.", Katsu asked, after taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, feeling rather anxious out of the fear that the man might decide to cast some other kind of spell on them at any moment. He then turned to face the magician, and took a few steps in his direction before starting to speak as though he could understand him. Or maybe he could? It wouldn't have surprised Katsu, seeing as how the one in question was anything but normal. "We're sorry to have startled you, sir, but I can assure you that neither of us have anything to do with the one who gave you that injury.", he began. "We only recently arrived in the Cloud Garden, and it was by pure chance that we happened come across you. If you don't recall, you transformed the two of us with some kind of spell, I presume because you mistook us for a threat. I'm Katsu, originally a human, and the boy standing before you is Kiba, originally an Electrike. We came out here to find you, because we were wondering if you'd be able to change us back to our original forms. We'll wait as long as necessary if you need to recuperate from your injury first, because I don't think either of us could bear being stuck like this forever..." |
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Looking at the reddening face of the hunter, he furrowed his brow in thought before an idea came to him: If the canopy above were made of wood and leaves, it would serve as a wonderful distraction for their escape, especially if the tinder were torched. Wriggling in the tunnel, his thoughts as to how far it went were confusing, yet he had no major troubles in knowing that it would lead somewhere, likely filled with gems. Firstly, there was the matter of relaying the plan to Eustace. "Interesting story, but if we were to simply run in without a plan, we'd be rendered into leaky lumps in no time. If I could suggest making a more covert idea, then that would be best. This tunnel I'm in came from the caves in the area, and I'd imagine there'd be an exit somewhere among them, hopefully near Reagan's base. If we could crawl through here, my pal Volcape could light the cover above us with a few embers, providing a distraction and possible hazard for Reagan, allowing us time to regroup and strike while he's confused." Stating the plan to the hunter, he looked up at Volcape and nodded, as the chimp prepared to breathe a fiery volley into the wood above when his master and allies were in the clear... |
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empoleon dynamite: For the first time since meeting Storm, you could swear you see a flicker of a smile as you state you're interested in some tougher challenges. You can't be sure of course, since the stony faced guides expression hardly ever changes, but you can't help but feel that you may have impressed him with this revelation. "If a challenge is what you're after, Namuvous will definitely cough up," Storm states, veering off the main path and onto a trail leading toward the large, water-filled planet. "Oh, and in case I forgot to mention, there's a lot of underwater volcanic activity down there so at the first sign of a tremor be sure to head straight for the nearest bunker in the event a tidal wave is approaching." You stop dead in your tracks, his last words replaying several times in your head. "Tidal wave?" Oh dear Lord... Wondering if you've made the right decision, you hurry to catch up anyway, soon finding yourself at another station similar to the one where you'd received your tracking device, only this one having special transporter devices installed along one wall. It appears that only four people at a time can be transported to the planet, but since there are only the two of you then it makes no difference. After upgrading your tracking device to cover you from sectors one through ten, Storm leads you over to one of the floor panels and then stands on the one next to you. "Namuvous transporter sequence initiated," drones the station clerk, his bored tone of voice indicating he's done this more times than he cares to count. As the panel lights up beneath your feet you feel a strange tug in your stomach. A moment later you feel as though you're spinning as utter blackness engulfs you, Storm's strangely comforting, "It'll only last a few seconds, lad," almost drowned out by the clerk's, "Namuvous transporters activated." Even though Storm had said this feeling will only last a few seconds, it feels like a lifetime as an overwhelming feeling of dizziness and nausea sets in, but just as you think you're about to pass out you suddenly find yourself looking into a room identical to the one you'd just left, only this time the clerk is a smiling young man who appears quite excited to see you. "Namuvous transporter sequence complete!" he cries into a microphone where you hear a grunt on the other end followed by static as the radio connection is switched off. "It's wonderful to meet you!" the clerk cries, rushing over to Storm who stares back at him with his trademark poker faced expression. Quickly taking the hint that he won't get much conversation out of your tall and burly counterpart, he turns to you instead. "I really hope you enjoy your stay here on Namuvous, are you planning on staying long?" Before you have a chance to respond, Storm steps forward and leads you through the door. "Just sightseeing," he grunts over his shoulder, and a second later the feeling of warm sun touches your skin. You stare in awe at your surroundings, the lush green grass you're standing on no more than fifty metres away from a white sandy beach where small waves are lapping gently upon its shore. This isn't a large island, and as you gaze out over the ocean you can see dozens more from where you're standing. Some are large, some are small, some appear to be quite rocky, others more like sand banks than proper islands, but most appearing to be self-sustained settlements if the buildings you're seeing are any indication of the fact that people actually live here. Further along the beach is a wharf where several vessels are docked; from privately owned boats to ferries that transport people from one island to another. You can see boats laden with people out on the water, as well as many people using their own Pokémon for transport, and other people that are just out sailing around on catamarans or riding the waves upon jet ski's. With so much to take in at once you're not quite sure what you'd like to do first, but Storm's stomach suddenly growls and you realise that you have been travelling for several hours now. Turning to look at him, you then notice a street set back from the Transport Station and the beach where many shops are located including a few hot food take away shops, cafés, and restaurants, but before you have a chance to make any decisions about what you'd like to do first, a shrill scream coming from the direction of the water catches your attention. Before you even have a chance to react, Storm is on the move, rushing into the water where a young girl who had been riding on her Lapras is flailing about in the water. She's only several metres from the shore, but it appears she can't swim and nobody else is close enough to rescue her, but just as Storm enters the water a Gyarados rises from the sea, towering over the girl and her Lapras which also appears to be quite young. Although Storm appears to be the type of man who can handle anything, you're not sure if he can manage to save the child and her Pokémon whilst fighting off a best that looks ready to tear them all limb from limb. It appears you have a decision to make, and a fast one at that... Mystery Island - Please reply in mediumorchid Shadowshocker: Though your first instinct is to find Ephidel, you also realise that getting lost in this castle isn't going to help you find him any sooner. If anything, acting rashly could very well lead to you not being able to find him in time to aide him. Froslass appears to want to help, though, and having no reason to mistrust her, grit your teeth and agree to allow her to lead you. A moment later the psychic glow surrounding her expands, and you and Diamondhead feel yourselves being drawn closer to her until all three of you are engulfed in the warm, glowing light. So close now that you're all touching, you feel yourself rise from the floor before descending through the hole Ephidel had disappeared through. Darkness envelops you as you slowly descend, so pitch black that even the psychic glow emanating from Froslass feels like it's being sucked into the dark void. Froslass frowns, appearing extremely uncomfortable with the current situation, but she continues to descend through the darkness until you suddenly emerge into a large, green field. "It's an illusion," Froslass comments, gazing at her surroundings concernedly as the three of you touch down in the vast meadow. "We can't have left the castle, so the Mage must have another challenge in store for us." You gaze around as well, taking in the sunny fields and clear blue sky. Nowhere is there any sign of the hole through which you'd emerged when entering this illusionary glade, further cementing in your mind the fact this has to be an illusion. The sun looks and feels real, the light breeze feel real, the cheerful song of birds in the trees sounds real, but no matter how perfect this illusion is, the simple fact that Ephidel is nowhere in sight not only makes you extremely nervous, but very, very frustrated. Just as you're feeling you're about to lose your cool, a shrill, familiar screech is heard in the distance. Diamondhead immediately sets off in the direction of a cluster of trees from where Ephidel's scream had come, with you and Froslass in hot pursuit. A couple of minutes later you burst through the brush surrounding a clearing in a massive forest, and although the trees around you seem to span for miles in all directions, the Mage's new illusion is secondary to the sight that greets you. Ephidel is hanging upside down, his wings still bound to his sides, and suspended by webbing coming from a large spider's web spanning between two tall trees. Three Spinarak are closing in, thinking they've scored quite a feast, and appear quite eager to dig into their fresh new meal. Diamondhead roars his protest, immediately stomping forward to try and help his friend, but Froslass halts him in mid-stride. "Careful," she warns, her expression thoughtful as her eyes hone in on the Spinarak. "The Mage may be confusing us with these changes in scenery, but I'm not so sure they are illusions..." The Fountain Garden - Please reply in deepskyblue Rakurai: "What was that?!" the man mutters, blinking at Kiba who hadn't even uttered a word yet before gazing down at you with confusion. He's barely able to focus, but one thing is certain and that's that he'd just heard you speak despite the fact you're now a Pokémon. As the man staggers, beginning to lose his balance, Kiba instinctively moves forward to catch him before he falls and slowly helps him to sit on the edge of the bed. "ĂŹ said we're not here to hurt you. In fact, we'd like to help if we can," Kiba replies, nodding toward you as you watch the scene unfold. "When we first met you were arguing with the man wearing black robes. He did something, there was a flash of light, and then you were on the ground. I ran over to scare him off but you were hurt and must have thought I was a threat. Do you remember any of that?" he asks, falling silent to await the man's response. The old man blinks, raising a blood soaked hand to his brow as he tries to recall the events. "He wanted the stone..." he murmurs. "It must be protected... He was preparing to cast the forbidden curse but... Barking, a dog barking. A... Manectric?" His eyes widen as he stares into Kiba's eyes and you can see the comprehension dawn in his own as he recalls the events. "He was distracted and I struck out, the curse missed and struck me here..." his hand hovering over his chest. "Pain..." he groans, grimacing as his hands move to delicately cover his wound. "Searing, agonising pain, but Kalaris moved to perform the forbidden curse on Manectric.... You... I countercursed and Kalaris ran. Then I heard shouting and ran also, ran for the closest cover I could find. Everything else is a blur, I remember nothing." He slumps on the bed, his consciousness fading. "I can't reverse it like this, not strong enough," he murmurs. "Find Xavier, warn him of Kalaris, protect the stone at all costs." With his voice barely audible now, and his eyes closed, you both lean in closer to hear his final whisper. "When the full moon smiles upon the lake the Gargoyle will lead you to your fate. Tell Xavier that Corvius sent you, he will know what to do..." With his final words Corvius drifts into unconsciousness leaving the two of you staring at him with more questions than answers. If what he has said is true then it appears he may very well have saved Kiba's life, but if you're ever to return to normal then you'll need to find a man named Xavier, and the only clue you have in regards to his whereabouts is a vague riddle about a full moon, a gargoyle, and a lake.... |
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"Alright, Diamondhead, this is what you'll do. Fire a wide Shock Wave at the four of them. If Ephidel's real you'll help free his bonds a little; if not it'll dissipate the fake away. Then if the Spinarak are still hanging around, blast them with your Ice Beam attack!" Turning to Froslass, Shadow glanced at her with pleading eyes. "Froslass. I know this may be hard on you, but could you use your psychic powers to locate Ephidel or a way out? You know as well as I do we need to break from this illusion as quickly and as intact as possible..."
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(Sorry for taking so long, also apologies this isn't really too long or detailed but I'm really interested in where this is going to go. :3) Kelly peered into the now vacant pool of water, dipping the tips of her fingers in the liquid and examining the results. What did they want her to do? Whoever or what 'they' were. "Don't fear the water, huh?" She turned to her two Pokemon, one of which seemed rather excited. The small cloud-like normal-type seemed to be showing off a mixture of pride and un-rivaled curiosity. Even though he couldn't read or pay attention to what anyone was saying, or in this case reading, for more than three seconds, the cloud could sense some kind of adventure was so close he could lamost touch it. Though a bit more literal as either Cumulus or Kelly would have liked as he floated dead over the centre of the pool. His companions seemed surprised, albeit relieved, that the weather-Pokemon hadn't dived head first into the seemingly deep pool already. Cumulus on the other hand seemed a little more sceptical, she too peered over the edge of the pool, trying not to get to close as she nervously peeked down at the seemingly still waters. "Oblivious to the calls that beckoned her from beneath the springy earth..., " Kelly murmered, repeating the memorized line that had struck her curiosity the most. An opertunity, this is what this was and she couldn't just ingore it. "Right, you two," she called out to her two companions who turned their heads towards the girl, though Jun seemed to have some problems keeping his attention from wandering back to the mysterious pool he himself had created. "Ok, we have two options," she began trying to assure the floating weather-producer was listening carefully. "We could continue walking aimlessly and hope something else interesting comes up..." Jun gave a disapointed pout as the first option was explained, looking to Cumulus, she too seemed rather disapointed at the mention of just ingnoring this opertunity. "Or, we could continue on and test how deep this pool really is..." Jun's eyes seemed to light even though the cloud didn't seem to understand exactly how they were going to do this. Even the more reserved Cumulus seemed curious to where this would lead. "Well, looks like it's unanimous." Now came the problem, how she was about to go about doing this. Do not fear the water. Do they want me to just dive head first? Carefully taking off her shoes and socks she examined the depths of the pool, it was dark, it had to be quite deep. But how deep was quite deep? In retrospect it would be rather silly taking off her socks and shoes regardless of the fact in the end, either way, she was going to get absolutel soaked and neiter she nor her two Pokemon seemed to have too much of a clue to what awaited them if they did dive down. Dangling over the edge of the water she dipped her feet into the watery depths, still wondering how far it actually went. "Ok, i'll need you two to return for a moment, if there is something... out of the ordinary down there it'll be far safer if you stay in your Pokeballs," she explained rumbling through her bag for the Chocolate and Pokeball which housed the two cloud-like Pokemon. With a reluctant sigh Jun nodded, Cumulus seemed more than happy with this plan but still yielded a bit of doubt to what her two companions were expecting to happen. The chocolate brown and bright red flashes of light both sucked in their respective 'mon back into the safety of their balls. Tucking them away safely into her bag which she then slung back over her shoulder, after zipping all the pockets of course, that and hoping she hadn't taken anything that wasn't waterproof with her she, for the last time, peered down into the murky depths that lay before her. "Ok, this is it," she said, taking a deep breath, ready to push away from the edge and make the plunge. "On three... One... two... ... ... three!"
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Shadowshocker: Only more questions arise with each passing minute, the most important of all being whether this really is Ephidel caught up in the web or if its just another of the Mage's sadistic pranks. This trickster is becoming tiresome to say the least, but regardless of that fact you need to know the truth before you can take appropriate action. Mulling over your options you can't see any positive choices available and so instead decide its best to first determine whether or not Ephidel and the Spinarak are in fact real. Removing one of your newest technical machines stowed away in your pack, you activate the disc bestowing the knowledge of how to use Shockwave upon Diamondhead. The Aggron roars his approval, sparks of electricity coursing through him before he releases the pent up energy. The Shockwave bursts out of him, ripping its way across the clearing and striking Ephidel as well as two of the three Spinarak. All three scream in agony as the electricity causes their muscles to seize, the third Spinarak turning its attention from Ephidel to Diamondhead. Before Aggron can react Spinarak has launched itself across the clearing and latched onto his face like some kind of mutant blood sucking alien. It rears its little head back and then lunges forward, delving its pincers into Diamondhead's eye before injecting Poison directly into his eyeball. The Stinging sensation overwhelming, Diamondhead bellows louder than you've ever heard before, swatting at his face to get it off when out of nowhere the other two Spinarak join in the attack. Looking up you can see Ephidel still hanging there, completely helpless, while his teammate comes under attack... |
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While trying to make sense of the riddle should've been his first priority, Katsu couldn't help but mull over Corvius' description of the incident that had taken place between him, Kiba, and the one in the dark robes whom he referred to as Kalaris. "A forbidden curse... Just what would it have done to Kiba if Corvius hadn't cast a counterspell?", he wondered as he gazed at the unconscious wizard who had been put in such terrible agony from what had sounded like but a fraction of the curse's strength. It was only then that he came to a full realization of the grave danger his companion had put himself in for the sake of a complete stranger. "That idiot... He could've gotten himself killed, or worse!" A noticeable look of displeasure on his face, Katsu was feeling ready to chew Kiba out for his rash behavior, but before he could say anything, an innocent question of "Have any ideas about where we should start looking, Katsu?" from the Electrike reminded him about what he needed to be focusing on, his expression softening a little at the same time. "When the full moon smiles upon the lake, the gargoyle will lead us to our fate...", he mused aloud, as Kiba looked upon him with anticipation. After a moment of silence, he spoke out again, having remembered a detail from something that had occurred not all that long ago. "That trainer and his Totodile were heading down a path towards some lakes when they left us. I think we ought to backtrack and follow that same path, since one of those lakes could be the one Corvius was referring to. As for the moon and the gargoyle, I think we can worry about that later." Last edited by Rakurai; 08-26-2009 at 06:05 AM. |
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Rakurai: Mulling over Corvius' version of events at the lakeside, you can't help but feel the anger rising at Kiba having putting himself in the path of such danger. He'd rushed headlong into a situation that could have ended up being a fatal encounter if not for the fact Corvius had somehow managed to protect him from suffering the full effects of the dark wizard's curse. Kiba's question, however, soon has the anger seeping away, though the concern is still present. His innocence is a lovely quality after all, and the fact he'd gotten involved in the first place when he saw someone being threatened just goes to show he's a good natured Pokémon, and that's something to treasure even if it can cause an occasional problem. You'll just have to be sure to keep a close eye on him in future. In response to his asking where you should start looking for the mysterious Xavier, the only solution that springs to mind is to start at the lake Corvius had mentioned since it's the only solid clue you have. Full moons and gargoyle's aside, at least the lake is something that is within reach, and once there you can take the rest as it comes. Thinking back to your encounter with the trainer you'd met earlier, you remember that he and his Totodile were heading for some lakes and decide to backtrack and take the same path. Kiba nods, agreeing this does appear to be the logical choice, and within minutes you're on your way. An hour later you find yourself in a very large area where several lakes dot the land. Some are larger than others, but you find yourselves drawn to the largest of them all which is surrounded by several fountain statues, one of them a gargoyle. It's late afternoon now, and a chill is creeping in. Trainers are leaving the area for the shelter of the nearby Pokémon Centre where they can feast on a warm meal and stay the night before heading out again in the morning. With several stragglers still wandering the area you hang back for a while to avoid another encounter with a random trainer looking for a battle. Eventually the area is deserted, and as the sun sets to leave a full moon in the sky above, you walk toward the gargoyle statue, thoughts of Corvius' riddle in your mind; "When the full moon smiles upon the lake the Gargoyle will lead you to your fate." A couple of hours pass and nothing happens leading both you and Kiba to become a little frustrated. Kiba is starting to feel the cold and is shivering slightly, eventually rummaging through your backpack to find a sweater to wear. Surprisingly you're not bothered too much by the change in temperature, but find yourself feeling sorry for your teammate. This entire ordeal is something you're both going to need to adjust to, and this is just one of the many things that will arise to make each of you aware of what the other experiences. With nothing happening even though you have the three things present that Corvius mentioned; the lake, full moon, and gargoyle, you're beginning to wonder if those were just the ramblings of a delirious man, or if there really is something to it all, but decide to wait a little while longer anyway. As the moon rises in the sky it's another couple of hours before it's directly over top of the lake and that's when something very strange occurs. You see silver ripples on the lake's surface, and as the gargoyle is directly in line with the rippling pattern the shadow of its wing points to the centre of the rippling trail. You both step closer to the lake and that's when you see the water begin to part, Kiba skittling back several paces, his eyes open wide in wonder. You're just as surprised as he, but considering the events of today aren't about to question the strange phenomenon taking place. With no idea how long this new path is going to be open to you, you urge Kiba to follow and dart down the slippery trail as quickly as you can. Kiba isn't quite as sure and hesitates while you run ahead. You are a Mudkip now, and if the water closes back in over top of you you'll at least have the ability to swim. Kiba has only been human for several hours, however, and before that a canine, and isn't as willing as you are to be rushing right onto a mysterious path leading into the lake. Fear of losing sight of you eventually urges him to move, though, and next minute he's right behind you, solid walls of water on either side as the two of you rush headlong into goodness knows what. At the end of the path is what appears to be the entrance to an underwater cave, and just as you run through the entrance you hear the water overhead start to cascade back down again. Kiba yells, running for his life, instinctively taking a large gasp of air and holding it before the water can rush over top of him and enter his lungs. Your own heart is beating wildly as well, but it turns out there is nothing to fear, for upon turning around you find that the water has not entered the cave at all, and is instead being held back by some kind of invisible force field. You move closer, reaching out to touch it, and watching the water ripple as your paw passes over it. Kiba releases his pent up breath slowly, relief flowing through him now that he knows he's not going to drown, and looks down at you, his face very pale. A silent communication passes between you both as you realise you've just passed the first hurdle. You've found the secret area in which Xavier is supposedly located, so now all you have to do is find Xavier, whoever he is. Just as you're thinking this you hear something behind you and slowly turn around to find a Feraligatr gazing at you from the far end of the cave with a none too friendly expression. With a wall of water behind you and a terrifying Feraligatr blocking the path ahead, it looks like you have quite a predicament on your hands. While your mind spins with possible courses of action to take, yet another completely unexpected events occurs. "State your business!" Feraligatr roars, leaving both you and Kiba staring, dumbstruck, at the creature before you... |
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"Eph, try blasting yourself free with a Heat Wave! Radiate through your bindings!" he shouted. "Diamondhead, crush the foes with a wave of your Ancientpower, then stampede all over them in a Dragon Rush! Then perform your evisceration skills with some Metal Claw!"
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"Ah! There's a gargoyle.", he said to Kiba, pointing a paw at the statue of the strange, winged creature. "I think we should wait until this place is cleared out before we head over to it, though...", he continued, having noticed that a number of trainers were in the area. Kiba quietly agreed with a nod of his head, before moving along with Katsu to a location where they wouldn't get in the way of any passersby, for the sake of avoiding another distracting encounter with a trainer. The sun was almost out of sight, and the air was growing cold, so before long, everyone had left for the shelter of the nearby Pokemon Center. Katsu couldn't help but feel envious of them, for he would've liked to go along as well to get a meal and some rest, but he and Kiba had an obligation to fulfill; at least if they ever wanted to return to normal. The coast clear, the two walked over to the gargoyle and waited there, for with all the things from Corvius' riddle present, it was only a matter of time before something happened, or so they hoped. After a few minutes of staring at the statue, Katsu's mind began to wander, and he soon came to a realization that it was the perfect time to have a talk with Kiba. Up until then, they had been busy running around, first in search of Corvius, then in search of the clues to Xavier's whereabouts, but now they were finally getting to relax a little. Only a single question came to mind readily, though; one he had been wanting to ask earlier that day. "So... What do you think about being a human so far?" he asked Kiba curiously. "It's...interesting.", replied the Electrike after a moment of thought. "My dull senses and lack of speed felt like such a pain at first, but I think I've gotten kind of used to it. On the plus side, having hands is convenient, and it's nice to be able to see the world from higher up. You being able to understand what I'm saying is definitely the best of all, though. I just wish I could be in a place where I could try doing some human things..." "Yeah. It would be nice to be able to go have some fun in Seaside City or somewhere similar, but it's not like you can be a human whenever you want, unfortunately.", Katsu stated, which made Kiba look rather disappointed, though it wasn't long before he perked up, having come up with some sort of idea. "Hey! Maybe you can learn how to turn Pokemon into humans, like Corvius! I bet he'd be willing to teach you after we're done doing such a huge favor for him.", Kiba exclaimed excitedly, to which Katsu only smiled awkwardly, knowing that what had been said was almost certainly an impossibility. A few hours passed, the two having spent the time with more idle chatter, some stargazing, and a few snacks, all the while making it a note to not divert their attention from the gargoyle for long. However, some doubts were beginning to rise in their minds as to whether or not anything was actually going to happen, plus the chill of the night had started to get to Kiba, his slight shivering making that fact evident to Katsu, who looked upon him with pity. The former canine eventually dug around in his trainer's backpack and pulled out a sweater to wear. It was a size or two too large for him, judging from the fact that his hands didn't quite make it out of the sleeves after he had slipped it on, but it nonetheless brought him some relief. "I wish I still had my fur...", Kiba remarked as he rubbed his arms together for additional warmth. "It did a much better job of keeping me warm then these clothes. And speaking of fur and clothes, how is it that you have neither, yet you aren't shivering even a bit?" "I'm not really sure. Maybe Mudkip just get used to changes in temperature quickly?", Katsu replied, finding the fact quite curious, as well. "Well, I just hope Corvius didn't make a mistake in what he told us.", Kiba grumbled. "I'd hate to be waiting out here for nothing when I could be in a cozy bed right now...". More hours passed, and by then, Katsu guessed it must have been close to midnight. He and Kiba were certainly feeling tired enough for it be around that time, and while he had been managing to keep his gaze on the gargoyle and the lake, the latter wasn't quite as focused. "Do you mind if I take a nap, Katsu?", mumbled the Electrike, sounding as though he were half asleep. "I can barely keep my eyes open..." "There isn't going to be any time for that right now." Katsu said in a rather alarmed tone of voice, which brought Kiba to his senses. "Look at the lake!" The full moon was now over the center of the lake, and it was then that something strange had begun to happen. A trail of ripples had appeared on the lake's surface; the shadow of the gargoyle's wing perfectly in line with them. When Katsu and Kiba came to take a closer look, something even stranger happened. The water of the lake began to part, until they had revealed a path, which made Kiba back away out of surprise. "Let's go!", Katsu yelled, as he started to charge down the path as quickly as he could. He had been waiting for this moment for hours, and wasn't going to let it slip away. He worried that Kiba might get left behind due to his hesitation, but he caught up with surprising speed, perhaps due to having been spurred on by his concern for his trainer's safety. At the end of the path was the entrance of a cave, and no sooner then the two had gone inside, they heard the roar of the water outside moving back into place. Kiba impulsively took a deep breath before starting to run for his life, while Katsu opted to simply brace himself for the flood that he was expecting to sweep over him shortly. However, the water didn't come. Feeling bewildered, the two of them turned around to see that the water was being kept out of the cave by a mysterious force. "Amazing... This is definitely some kind of magic, so could that mean this Xavier guy is a wizard, too?", Katsu wondered as he reached out and touched the wall of water, ripples running over its surface as he did so. As for Kiba, he released his breath in a long sigh of relief, knowing that he wasn't going to drown. The two had finally made some progress in their search, and as they began to wonder about what the individual they were seeking was like, a sound from behind them grabbed their attention. When Katsu turned around and spotted the source of the sound, his heart skipped a beat. It was a Feraligatr, and judging from its expression, it was anything but friendly. "Well, this is just great... As if the water wasn't nerve-wracking enough, now we have to deal with this guy?", he thought. He was feeling ready to ask Kiba to release some of his Pokemon to their defense, when the ferocious reptile before them suddenly roared "State your business!", which left him feeling quite confused. "State our business? That seems like a weird thing for a wild Pokemon to ask. Perhaps he's a guard of some sort? If so, I guess there's no sense in not complying with his request..., Katsu reasoned. He then took a few steps in the direction of Feraligatr before speaking. "We were asked by Corvius to come to this place for the sake of delivering a warning to the one known as Xavier. He was badly injured by someone he referred to as Kalaris, which is why he decided to send us, otherwise, I'm sure he would've come here himself." |
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“I could definitely go for some lunch, perhaps a sandwich – with chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, mayonnaise, maybe even some strips of bacon!” Wes rubbed his unsettled tummy as he browsed across the dozen or so delis and cafes dotting up and down the warm coast. The smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the several food stands was one sure to outweigh the salty smell of beached seaweed as the turquoise current patted against the Shelly shore. Wes stepped off of the wooden slats marking the several takeaways for a favourable sensation of grainy sand shaping around his sneakers leaving a set of footprints behind. He looked up at the blank sapphire sky cultivating only a few streaks of white cloud, unspoilt by human pollutants with its stunning tint almost bizarre. Still, the holiday haven felt far more like an expensive plot on the Sevii Islands rather than a foreign planet. As the boy and his chauffeur continued to stroll up the commercial strip, keeping a keen eye on the various food stands whilst keeping his ears sharp for a sign of danger. This wasn’t needed though – the beach was swarmed with hassle-free tourists either soaking up the sun or playing various beach games with their Pokémon nearby. Wesley looked further from the shore, his eyes drifting from the several docked boats toward the speedy jet skis neatly cutting through the bouncy waves leaving nothing less than a spray of white behind. “Is that a—a girl up there Storm?” Wes squinted pensively; a young Lapras easy enough to make out, but just a few metres away there seemed to be some unsettling splashes. A small head poked out from the blue surface every now and then, any thoughts it was just another buoy bobbing in place soon wiping from the boy’s concerned mind. A shrill scream ensued. The novice trainer’s face washed out, she was obviously in life-threatening danger and with no life guard in sight they’d need to take things into their own hands. Before he could even get his legs into action, Wes felt Storm brush past without hesitation. The sturdy guide jogged down the coast until his feet were met with a damp puddle of water. The man stopped dead in his tracks, like nothing Wes had never seen before. Suddenly! the unsettled water began to bloat a few paces ahead of the drowning girl. Rising and rising as the water finally dispersed as an enormous figure broke through with a bloodcurdling illustration. The Gyarados settled its scaly head above the shivery prey, its mouth agape as the sinking girl and her babyish Lapras ducked their heads in fear. Wes froze, the mighty sea monster’s nerve-racking fangs sending him into a terrified daze. Wes set his eyes on Storm, the hardened tour guide had a powerful aura. If anyone could defeat the kraken and save the damsel in distress, it was him. Why did he think this? Wes barely knew the guy; Storm was so shrouded in anonymity it wouldn’t be a steady gamble to sit back and hope all ends well. Thoughts began rattling through his brain, his conscience coaxing him out of the cowardly mindset and gearing him into a battling stance. “The odds aren’t in my favour”, Wes said bluntly, biting his lip as he continued, “but I guess that’s how I like it”. The morning’s ganders flew by, scrapping with a weak Spinda for the sheer adrenaline brought didn’t help much. Flashes of Wes’ first ever battle ensue – Totodile was out-levelled and facing a wasp of much higher calibre, the victory was far more rewarding. He’d re-enact such a feat today... he hoped. With no time to spare and little time to think, the boy scrolled his finger across the several conker-sized spheres clipped to his belt. With each indent he had to mull over the weight of the situation, it was time to use the big guns. His finger stopped on a greenly coloured ball, tipped with an orangey red horn. Popping the sphere from its notch, the boy fingered further down his team of six, this time stopping on a navy hued ball clouded on its glassy top with a mystical aura. The boy uneasily held both within each of his fingers and thumbs, thumbing a button on each which would burst them to the size of an apple. He began jogging down the sandy coast which was now completely shadowed by the threatening behemoth. Throwing the Bug Ball onto a few paces from the tide with his left arm, he followed up by pitching the Dragon Ball with his right. The bug ball patted against the damp patch of sand, bursting open with a flood of lime radiance with a Yanmega hastily swerving out of the ball’s shimmer. Kaiomi released an ominous drone, chattering his claws excitedly before swooping atop of the boy’s shoulder. The Dragon ball had plopped into the sea, its unique radiance unseen as it settled on the ocean floor. Suddenly! A majestic Seahorse briskly ripped through the ocean’s surface, neighing with pride as he galloped a few circles around the sapphire deep. Reaver then jetted to the shore waiting on Wes’ order. “We don’t have much time so listen carefully”, the teen said with a grave tone, “Kaiomi, your job is to divert and hold back that Gyarados for as long as you can. Use your Agility to run circles around the enemy, then fire off some Supersonic frequencies. Churn up a Sonic Boom if that isn’t enough – but your main priority should be dodging any powerful attacks”. The speed demon bobbed his head, unclinging from the Wes’s shoulder and batting his transparent airfoils before lowering his head and fluttering forward. “As for us Reaver”, he continued, “We need to rescue that girl. I’ll need you to carry me over with your Surf, then I’ll hoist the girl onto your back for you to take her back to shore. I’ll deal with getting the Lapras back to safety –Storm can help if we’re having trouble” The Kingdra agreed with a gruff neigh, dipping beneath the water so Wes could wrap around his scaly neckline. Wes then threw off his most of his shoes, t-shirt and bag – a thorny challenge in their mitts.
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The Space Path - Please reply in gold
empoleon dynamite: Thoughts of a mouthwatering sandwich with chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, mayonnaise, and strips of bacon are soon swept to the farthest reaches of your mind upon witnessing Storm racing to the rescue of the young girl and her Lapras. The images of past battles flicker through your mind in only a few seconds, and you come to realise with surprising swiftness that battles where you're finding yourself disadvantaged have actually been some of the most memorable of all of your adventures to date. You told Storm that you wanted a challenge, and this situation most certainly qualifies. Part of you is tempted just to sit back and watch Storm take Gyarados down with his bare hands as it wouldn't surprise you in the least if he could, but you also realise just how little you know about this man and find it unwise to allow him to tackle the situation alone especially considering he's made no move at all so far to release a Pokémon to help him. Racing for the water you toss forth two Pokéballs, the first releasing Kaiomi who immediately starts buzzing around Gyarados' head to distract it while Storm makes his way over to the girl who is floundering and by now swallowing water. Storm's expression is one of utter rage and you can't help but wonder what's going through the man's mind considering you'd think he'd be more concerned than angry, but there is definitely anger present which is curious in itself. Your dragon ball plops into the water next, and a moment later Reaver surges out, waiting on the shore to take you out into the midst of the action. Luckily Kaiomi's Agility is helping keep Gyarados occupied as he flies circles around its head, the great titan trying to gulp him down in one Bite as the Yanmega buzzes around it. While you're removing your shoes, shirt, and bag, Storm reaches the girl, lifting her from the water just as she finally goes under while her Lapras watches on worriedly. The girl appears to be strangely limp in Storm's arms, the man using one arm to hold her and his other hand to try and clear her lungs while he carries her to shore. When you finally enter the water upon Reaver, Storm nods toward Lapras. "Get it out of the water, it's bleeding and will attract Sharpedo." You immediately set your sights upon the baby Pokémon and for the first time notice that something does appear to be wrong with it, so while Kaiomi is directing Supersonic waves at Gyarados' head, Reaver Surfs out to Lapras where you see its blood seeping into the ocean. Its eyelids are getting heavy now as it struggles to remain conscious and you realise you're going to have a task on your hands getting it to shore while it's in this state. Now, rather than hoisting the girl onto Reaver's back you're struggling to balance Larpas on him since Storm has the situation with the girl under control. Gyarados, meanwhile, raises its massive tail out of the water and Kaiomi's eyes bulge as he notices it coated in water energy, barely evading its Aqua Tail as it lashes through the air beside him. The surge of water as Gyarados' tail comes crashing down dislodges Lapras from Reaver's back and pushes it back into the water so you find yourself struggling with the baby Pokémon yet again whilst trying to get it to the shore. Kaiomi is hardly done with Gyarados, realising that he'll need to pull out a fair few moves in order to keep it distracted long enough for you to remove Lapras from harm's way and unleashes a Sonic Boom, the loud cracking noise angering the beast who starts spinning in the water. At first a little confused as to what Gyarados is doing, it doesn't take Kaiomi long to figure out that you're in trouble as a large watery twister sprouts up from the sea. Powerless to stop the attack, all he can do is warn you of its approach, but with land not being close enough to avoid its effects, you find yourself, along with Reaver and Lapras, being lifted from the water and thrown to the wayside. Landing only metres from the shore you get up and look around to find Lapras unconscious not too far away. Reaver has been tossed further out to sea however, and is now at Gyarados' mercy as he comes splashing down practically in front of Gyarados who is eyeing him as though it's just found its next meal. Kaiomi darts in, buzzing around the titan's head to distract it just long enough for Reaver to recover his senses while you gently drag Lapras onto the shore. You witness Storm trying to resuscitate the girl, relief flooding you when you see her start to cough up water, before your attention returns to the ocean where your two Pokémon are still dealing with Gyarados. Now that the girl and her Lapras are out of immediate danger it's time to decide whether or not you want to finish off the raging beast or call your Pokémon off... Mystery Island - Please reply in mediumorchid Shadowshocker: Since you've now determined that Ephidel and the Spinarak are real, but that your surroundings are still obviously a part of the mage's illusion, the next step is to fight off the enemy and get yourselves out of here. Ephidel follows your instructions to the tee, blasting out a Heat Wave that not only melts the gooey substance surrounding him, but also leaves several nasty looking welts on his leathery skin from where the bindings have burned him. He drops to the ground, and although he appears to be in some pain at least he's free now and once again back in your presence which is a relief to say the least. Meanwhile, Diamondhead is ready to spill some blood and with his body glowing with rock energy calls upon the Power of the Ancients to send all three hurtling to the ground. He's hardly finished, however, and now coated in dragon energy charges through all three with Dragon Rush, squishing one of the Spinarak almost to mulch in the process. As most things tend to come in sets of three, whether good or bad, Diamondhead is again coated in energy, this time of the shimmering metallic kind, and still in agony from the previous attack to his eyes blindly lashes out with a frightening array of powerful swipes, his Metal Claws leaving another Spinarak KO'ed and minus a leg, and the third so battered that it passes out as it tries scuttling away to safety. Level up for Diamondhead. The Mage's by now familiar laughter rings through the air, and as you look around the forest clearing witness the surrounding trees vanishing to be replaced by four stone walls. "You'll never succeed! You're in my world now, and this is only the beginning!" he laughs, his demented cackle fading into silence and leaving the four of you standing there looking at one another. "He needs to be healed, do you have any potions?" Froslass asks softly, hovering in front of Diamondhead with her fist coated in ice energy that she places over his eye to help soothe the pain. While she's doing this she also releases a soft wisp of Powdery Snow over top of Ephidel's painful looking welts, the cold making him shiver but also easing the burn. "He's playing with you, wearing you down so that you'll give up and leave," Froslass continues, her voice sad. "You're not the first to have tried breaking the curse, to help set Rhianna's soul free, but all those who have come before you eventually grew tired of the Mage's sick games and fled before he could do any serious harm. I don't deny this will be a tough challenge, and that you may suffer losses along the way if you do decide to stay, but I can only hope you will. I'm unable to free her on my own but I have faith that the day will eventually come, and that when it does Rhianna, Drake, and I will finally be allowed to rest in peace. The Mage of Blackthorn needs to be stopped, one way or another." Froslass gazes into your eyes, her feelings of guilt evident for having dragged you into this, and you begin to wonder if it's really the best choice for yourself and your Pokémon to be taking down a wizard with goodness knows what kind of powers that could possibly lead to you or your teammates meeting an untimely end. This isn't your battle after all, it began many centuries before you were even born, so why should it be up to you to end it? Froslass looks away, sighing. "If you want to help I'll wait for you in Rhianna's bedroom. It's the only room in this castle where it is impossible for the Mage to listen in on conversations, and there is something you need to know before we can take this any further." Froslass turns to leave, drifting through the door without a backward glance, the way in which her head is hanging giving you the strangest feeling that she's done this many times before, never to see her possible saviour again. A short while later you find yourself standing outside of Rhianna's bedroom door. It was in this room, which is more like an exquisite prison cell than a bedroom, that you'd first felt her presence, and as your hand rests on the doorknob you hesitate, again thinking over your role in all of this. If you turn this handle and walk in now, your fate is sealed and the Mage will know that you're here to stay, but if you turn away and leave the castle without speaking to Froslass he may just let you go without further incident. Ephidel and Diamondhead watch you intently, both wondering what you'll decide to do... The Fountain Garden - Please reply in deepskyblue Rakurai: Feraligatr's face takes on a few different expressions during the next few seconds, firstly surprise that a Mudkip is the one to speak, then guarded suspicion when both Corvius and Xavier's names were mentioned in the first sentence, and finally concern upon hearing that Corvius is hurt. He hesitates for a moment before mumbling, "So the Pokémon is the Master..." while studying you both carefully. Silent for a few more seconds he finally steps forward, and while doing so transforms before your eyes into a human male roughly twenty years of age. "Corvius is hurt, you say?" he asks, his expression concerned. "And what of Kalaris? What has happened to him?" At the name Kalaris, the young man's face becomes angry, his eyes peering so deeply into yours that you feel he's trying to probe into your mind. Over the next few minutes both you and Kiba explain the events of the day after which the man raises his hand and runs it nervously through his long, wavy red hair. "This is not good at all, but at least he doesn't have the stone, " he mutters, seemingly talking more to himself than to either of you. He then turns and points down a passageway behind him. "Straight ahead and second tunnel to your right, you'll find Xavier there. If what you are saying is true then it's possible that Kalaris is nearby, and possibly even followed you here if he's not already killed Corvius. Tell Xavier what you have told me and be quick about it. I must remain here to guard the entrance." Leaving the young man who had transformed from a Feraligatr at the entrance you make your way along the tunnel he'd pointed you toward, all the while wondering if the Pokémon who are looking at you curiously as you walk by are also humans in disguise. You've only seen a Wartortle, Poliwrath, Kingler, and Floatzel so far, but the one thing that does strike you is that they're all water types. Perhaps it's not that big a stretch considering you are somewhere under the Fountain Garden, but even so this entire experience is a little unnerving. Thinking it to be a remarkable quality to be able to transform at will you wonder if there may be anything to Kiba's wish of being able to change between the two forms after all of this is over, although seriously doubt it. Coming to the second tunnel on your right, you turn into it as instructed and eventually emerge into a highly technical underground chamber with a pool of water in its centre which you suppose may lead out of here and somewhere into the one of the lakes above ground. There are men, women, and Pokémon walking around carrying out various tasks, but the one person to catch your attention is the man standing at a large control panel at the far end of the room who is looking at a television screen mounted on the wall. You can only see his back, but he appears very strong. He's at least 6'3", his muscular arms and torso clad in khaki's and a white t-shirt, while heavy black boots cover his feet. His straight black hair hangs just below his shoulders, and although you cannot see his face get the distinct impression that it will be every bit as intimidating as his stature. Though you had no real vision of who Xavier was or what he would look like you're fairly certain this is him and are a little surprised by your findings. You watch while he talks to a man on the screen, but although you can't hear what is being said it's plain as day that Xavier is the one issuing orders. The layout of the land behind the man on the screen is unfamiliar, and you briefly find yourself wondering where he is, when suddenly the connection is switched off and Xavier turns around to find you standing there. He looks Kiba up and down, figuring as most would that he's the one to have initiated your entrance, before he makes his way across the room and stands directly in front of your friend who appears to be rather lost for words. Kiba stares at Xavier for a few moments, taking in his features which you figure women would find to be ruggedly handsome despite the vertical scar marring his right eye. His piercing dark blue eyes would make you shudder if they were staring into yours, which is precisely what Kiba does as he sums up the man scrutinising him, though you can see Xavier appears tired, the stubble on his face showing he's most likely not had a chance to rest at all in recent days. "Considering Reggie is one of our best guards I'm assuming that you have business here, so how about you state it," Xavier says, his no-nonsense tone leaving no room for introduction or small talk. Leaving Kiba to explain you watch Xavier's expression which doesn't change at all during the entire time Kiba lays out the details of today's events. When Kiba finally finishes Xavier simply stares at him for a few moments before looking down at you. "Hmm," he frowns, his eyes moving between the two of you. "How do you know Kalaris didn't follow you here?" he asks, but just as you're about to answer you hear a couple of loud explosions followed by people screaming. One woman rounds the corner from the same entrance through which you'd came in yelling, "Kalaris is here! Reggie is dead! Commence emergency evacuation procedures! GO!" Before you can even react Xavier has scooped you up and grabbed Kiba's arm, leading you both over to the pool of water in the centre of the room. "We don't usually need vessels to come and go, but we'd never considered there will be a non-swimmer in our midst," he states, looking specifically at Kiba. "Take a deep breath and let your friend guide you." Next he looks to you, his expression unreadable. "I'll need you to take me to Corvius, but right now our priority is to protect the stone. In the bottom left hand corner of the pool is a cave, its entrance covered by seaweed," he states, nodding to its far end. "The tunnel is about fifty metres long, but at the end of it is there is a small area where the two of you can wait. You'll be safe there, and I'll come get you when we've dealt with this." At that, he places you down at the edge of the pool not even waiting to ensure you're in the water before turning and rushing off to deal with the commotion and with Korvius. Kiba looks at you fearfully, his distress at the thought of having to swim ten metres let alone fifty being quite obvious. "Why don't we help them instead, Katsu?" he pleads. "We don't have to go down there and hide, what if they're all defeated and we're left stranded?" Understanding his fear you're not quite sure what to do. On the one hand you don't want to put Kiba through any more stress than is necessary, but at the same time you know what Kalaris is capable of and have no wish at all to be defying Xavier's wish because he doesn't look to be the type to take non-compliance of his orders with a grain of salt. Fifty metres isn't that far after all, and if Kiba takes a very deep breath he's sure to make it. Besides, a few quiet minutes to process everything that's gone on today might be welcome. Hmm, what to do? |
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"Rest in peace... is that the state of everyone here? Beyond the mortal coil of existence?" he thought, looking at the door behind which Froslass must be waiting; was she too metabolically different? How long had she waited, often had she been disappointed? Even now it was as though Rhianna's trapped soul was calling to him, through the chill of the metallic handle, frigid against his fingertip... Sparks of memories wafted in his subconscious, of worlds long left behind and a time lost to the past, hardships and trials living with him every step of the way; the young man knew what it had been like to be alone with no one to turn to, when those around him were helpless and no assistance was offered. No one deserved such an existence, even more so after centuries of accursed ambiguity. "The dead... huh?" Now his mind turned to the tactical aspect of the scenario; if spirits and the afterlife were a key to all of this, then maybe -- just maybe -- he held a possible answer that might unlock everything. Perhaps Grim's connection to the spirit realm could be of help; he'd never attempted to tap into the Dusknoir's power, but it might be one of their only chances if any did exist. And what if he chose to leave? He had too much conscience to say no, after coming this far... and what guarantee, in any case, would there be for his safety if he opted to retreat? Turning to look at Ephidel and Diamondhead, Shadow gripped the handle resolutely, and in his determined gaze the two nodded, mirroring their trainer's countenance. Forcefully, the young man in the jacket pushed the handle down, against the door...
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