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Old 10-31-2021, 07:06 PM   #101
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Lil'twick - Flashes of memory erupt through your mind upon spotting the ghostly boy before you and his phantom Ralts, memories of a time before in this forgotten land. Of skyscrapers and giant, floating hands. But before you can grasp at the remaining past, the current time snaps back. Issuing orders to Kyle to end this battle in a swift and effective manner, you watch as the gremlin chitters back at you before crawling into the darkness of the crystal cavern he called home. But as he prepares to think up a plan, the Ralts cackles and shouts with a Taunt, the cacophony of phantom sounds ringing against the crystal and interrupting Kyle's thoughts a moment, sending him into a rage.

But how? Kyle's Prankster nature should have easily given him an edge here. The Ralts simply laughs, its glowing ghostly form reflecting in the crystals around it, causing you to notice it lurched lower to the ground than before, its arms stretched out in a manner similar to Kyle's own movements, as if a Trace of his own form. Tossing up a Light Screen before itself, the Ralts continues to give chase, searching for Kyle in the darkness. And Kyle makes himself known shortly, jumping off a nearby crystal in an attempt to blindside the Ralts with a Shadow Ball. The swirling orb of ghostly energy slams against the screen of light before erupting forth. The bulk of the blow absorbed by the pane, but a fair chunk of damage still done to the Ralts. The small ghostly fairy simply smirks, its quarry having revealed itself, and looses a Dazzling Gleam once more. With Kyle still mid-jump from his own attack, he finds himself unable to right his body in the air, and takes the blow to the chest, the blast rocketing him back into the darkness of the cavern.

The eyes of the phantom boy, meanwhile, stare into you, past your physical form, as though peering directly into your soul.


myahoo - The room was gorgeous, silent and shimmering and lost to creation, with naught by the purple form of Ore to distract from its kaleidoscope beauty. A distraction likely necessary if the state of the researcher you previously saw spoke anything about these caves. But more interesting was the crystal clear water before you, a small bit of movement inside as you stare down into the foliage within. Calling over Ore, it's clear that the Sableye is having an equally hard time, meaning that it was up to Wildfire to spot the source of the disturbance in the kelp. Focusing hard in an attempt to Detect what is below, the Cyndaquil stares down into the pool.

The focus turns out to not be overly needed, as the form in the kelp quickly rushes the walls of the pond, a sudden shaking throughout the room causing the entrance you had come through to collapse entirely. Small shards of ice crumble down altogether, all aglow in a myriad of colors. A quick look at them quite resembles a treasure trove of gems, and with yourself now trapped inside this room, you get a feeling you might know exactly what happened to that researcher. But your attention is quickly pulled away from the shards of ice as a large form erupts from the kelp, what appears to be a fish darting about inside the water, thick skin and skull appearing to not have seen sight of evolution in ages. But as you note the existence of the Relicanth, Wildfire cries out a moment, giving you just enough warning to move as large vines lash out from the foliage, nearly grabbing you by the arm as you move away.

The Relicanth is hardly as lucky, vines wrapping around its form as it struggles, attempting with all its might to avoid being pulled back into the kelp.


Missingno. Master - With Onix having - once again - got away without being able to be scanned, you find yourself stuck having to clean up its mess once more. Luckily, this is a situation you are able to handle with relative ease, and Homer is quick to get to work, collecting a variety of stones and sand from the area, as well as some of the shimmering shards of glass from the ground and compressing them. Water flows at intense speed as it takes quite a bit to form such a large plug, but soon enough the Psyshock is ready, and is tossed forth into the Caldera, sinking into place in the ground. The water flow slows to a trickle, as only small gaps hold place.

The sudden boom of it all causes a few more local Pokemon to emerge, specifically a school of Barboach that dig their way out of the sand of the Caldera after a moment before noticing the plug. With haste, the group work to fill the remaining gaps with sand, and while it might not be perfect, its clear the natural wildlife here have this covered. Down in the Canyon, however, you can hear booming sounds throughout the process, the Onix clearly still fighting off the Aerodactyl as clouds of dust erupt from the walls below every now and again. It's hard to see exactly what is going on, but it's clear you need to get back down there, and soon. The only question is, how exactly are you meant to do that?
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Old 10-31-2021, 08:16 PM   #102
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In your rage, you command your Umbreon to have a tantrum, stomping about and shaking the ground. The Mr. Mime suddenly swings, getting off balance by the massively boosted attack. WHile it looks quesy, from the attack, it's more than ready to inflict some pain onto your Umbreon.

So, the Pokemon hones its focus and begins to rapidly rotated its arms and palms into a single point. It was using its natural ability to create barriers to its advantage... Honing them all into one powerful orb of pain. And when it was done, with a flash of the eye the Mr. Mime shoots out its focus blast towards Bobert.

The Umbreon screams in pain as the fighting move crashes into it. You see the eeveelution crash into the wall with an audible CRASH, and see him limply fall to the ground. Yet, when the smoke cleared, it was still fighting. For its friends, and for those the Mr. Mime have harmed, it would continue to fight until its body couldn't move.

So, realizing head on wasn't enough, you try for a diversion tactic, You command Bobert to create a ring of light to blind your foe. The darkness honed into purity from fey magics, the Umbreon sends the searing brahmastra towards the mime. It crashes into the psychic pierro, for a good amount of damage and swallowing the surrounding light.

In this splitsecond of darkness, you throw a Poke Ball. A small hope, that perhaps if you could bend it to your will... That if you could catch this monster that this would end. That was the only hope left, wasn't it? For this foe was more than formidable.

Yet, that hope would be for naught was you hear CRUNCH. The Pokeball, under supreme power, gets pulverized in mid air, and plinks off the Mime as mechanical garbage. It was an obvious ruse, and even in dimmed light it was more than easy to make out the movements of all in the room. And so, the Mr. Mime bided its time.

For, you see, Bobert did burst force with a Quick Attack as soon was it was done with the Light Ring. Pushing past its limits, the Pokemon uses its speed to barrel into the Mime. And this was expected, as you could see Mr. Mime's hands turn an ethereal blue.

As Bobert crashed in, it was then hit by slap after slap, the Wake-up Slap seeming to tell it to wake up. It was at the disadvantage here, and that if you wished to win you'd need more than brute force. And with one final slap, Bobert was sent flying towards you. You feel the Umbreon hit your body, and the both of you are pushed back.

In this small of clarity, you could see the Mr. Mime focusing once more. This was your chance... A small opening in the Pokemon's hubris.

What do you do?


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Feeling better from your Mismagius's Medica, your begin to analyze the situation. Hermes was cut from the battle, and Minerva was on healing duty. Though, the Pallossand seemed to be eyeing this Mismagius this entire time. Teaming up on the big boss, after all, would not prove as good as a time as you'd think.

And so, before the rest of your team could react, two massive walls of sand erupted beneath Hermes and Minerva. The Pidgeotto and Mismagius swallowed whole, and reappering behind the Palossand entombed. Ashen sand and volcanic rock contorted into earthen gaols, imprisoning your Pokemon for the time and preventing their actions. No, the big daddy wants it to be one on one. Predator versus pray. It was time for Fleur's true test of strength.

And so, the snake keeps blasting. It whips up yet another Leaf Storm, the boosted attack raising her mental prowess even higher. And with the type-advantage, the sentient sand palace is in for a world of hurt. Yet, pain was part of the hunt. True hunters knew about the pain of losing their mark, or the potential to be maimed by stronger pray. This was nothing.

So, using its ghostly tricks... It would cripple the snake. With a weird energy, you see a link established between the hulking behemoth and your small snake. One orb from the opponent, and one orb from the ally. And once this exchange was done, the Alolan ghost let out an eerie chuckle.

Skill Swap. Your Pokedex pinged immediately. informing your that Fleur's new ability at this time was [b]Water Compaction[/b[, and that the Palossand had her Contrary. She looked at you helplessly as she followed your orders and Leaf Stormed once more, the attack taking a MASSIVE toll on her and negating the boost from the last attack.

To make matters worse, the Palossand then uses Block. The Snake was trapped, her movepool crippled and no way to switch to regain her old abilities. The damage the Palossand took was great, but your were in its killing territory now. This was your test as a trainer, to look at what you have with your partner Pokemon, the one chosen for battle, and find an avenue for victory.

What do you do?
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Old 11-01-2021, 11:20 PM   #103
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myahoo - The room was gorgeous, silent and shimmering and lost to creation, with naught by the purple form of Ore to distract from its kaleidoscope beauty. A distraction likely necessary if the state of the researcher you previously saw spoke anything about these caves. But more interesting was the crystal clear water before you, a small bit of movement inside as you stare down into the foliage within. Calling over Ore, it's clear that the Sableye is having an equally hard time, meaning that it was up to Wildfire to spot the source of the disturbance in the kelp. Focusing hard in an attempt to Detect what is below, the Cyndaquil stares down into the pool.

The focus turns out to not be overly needed, as the form in the kelp quickly rushes the walls of the pond, a sudden shaking throughout the room causing the entrance you had come through to collapse entirely. Small shards of ice crumble down altogether, all aglow in a myriad of colors. A quick look at them quite resembles a treasure trove of gems, and with yourself now trapped inside this room, you get a feeling you might know exactly what happened to that researcher. But your attention is quickly pulled away from the shards of ice as a large form erupts from the kelp, what appears to be a fish darting about inside the water, thick skin and skull appearing to not have seen sight of evolution in ages. But as you note the existence of the Relicanth, Wildfire cries out a moment, giving you just enough warning to move as large vines lash out from the foliage, nearly grabbing you by the arm as you move away.

The Relicanth is hardly as lucky, vines wrapping around its form as it struggles, attempting with all its might to avoid being pulled back into the kelp.
Wildfire peered into the water, trying to Detect the source of the movement, but he didn't have to try for long; something rushed out of the foliage, slamming into the wall of the pond and making something behind her give way. Melissa spun on her heel, gaze falling onto the now-blocked entrance as Ore screeched offense at the doorway's audacity. There was a sinking feeling somewhere inside her, even as her vision caught on the way the ice shone in various colors, and she distantly suspected she knew how the researcher became convinced that the ice was gems.

Ore chittered beside her leg and Melissa started, glancing down at her Sableye before turning back to the pond to see what had caught her Pokémon's attention. She registered the brown-and-black fish shape and then Wildfire cried out an alarm, Melissa stumbling back as vines shot out of the pond. Wide-eyed and heart pounding, she watched the vines wrap themselves around the Relicanth, who thrashed as it fought not to be dragged back into the foliage.

Melissa swallowed and then shook herself, pulling her scattered thoughts back into some semblance of order as she took another few steps back. "Um, right. Ore. D'you think you can get in there and get it free?"

Ore shot her an incredulous look and chittered, pointing at the water.

"Right, probably not the best idea when we don't know what's holding it hostage," Melissa agreed, feeling for her Pokéballs. "In that case, Stream, let's try an Air Cutter on the vines." She released her Finneon into the pond and he materialized already swimming towards the Relicanth. At least, this time, they probably didn't have to worry about someone trying to eat him.

Probably.
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Lil'twick - Flashes of memory erupt through your mind upon spotting the ghostly boy before you and his phantom Ralts, memories of a time before in this forgotten land. Of skyscrapers and giant, floating hands. But before you can grasp at the remaining past, the current time snaps back. Issuing orders to Kyle to end this battle in a swift and effective manner, you watch as the gremlin chitters back at you before crawling into the darkness of the crystal cavern he called home. But as he prepares to think up a plan, the Ralts cackles and shouts with a Taunt, the cacophony of phantom sounds ringing against the crystal and interrupting Kyle's thoughts a moment, sending him into a rage.

But how? Kyle's Prankster nature should have easily given him an edge here. The Ralts simply laughs, its glowing ghostly form reflecting in the crystals around it, causing you to notice it lurched lower to the ground than before, its arms stretched out in a manner similar to Kyle's own movements, as if a Trace of his own form. Tossing up a Light Screen before itself, the Ralts continues to give chase, searching for Kyle in the darkness. And Kyle makes himself known shortly, jumping off a nearby crystal in an attempt to blindside the Ralts with a Shadow Ball. The swirling orb of ghostly energy slams against the screen of light before erupting forth. The bulk of the blow absorbed by the pane, but a fair chunk of damage still done to the Ralts. The small ghostly fairy simply smirks, its quarry having revealed itself, and looses a Dazzling Gleam once more. With Kyle still mid-jump from his own attack, he finds himself unable to right his body in the air, and takes the blow to the chest, the blast rocketing him back into the darkness of the cavern.

The eyes of the phantom boy, meanwhile, stare into you, past your physical form, as though peering directly into your soul.
Ethan blinked at how the Ralts nullified his attacks with Prankster. Dark-typed Pokemon were immune to the effects of the ability, so its attacks should've had no effect. So whatever this ghost did wasn't real, but, there was no way to counteract that. Something as lowly as that had no excuse rewriting natural laws, and for something that powerful to happen something more must've been going on. Or someone fucked up and forgot how abilities worked.

Regardless, he needed to switch his strategy fast. If it was going to hide behind a light screen, then, he'd just need to switch his offenses. Luckily, Kyle had a lot of priority up his sleeves, so this would prove to be of no issue for them. Not to mention, that the ghost's strategy to spam a super-effective move was going to bite it in the ass. And, well, it was time to show them. But first, they needed to prepare.

"Hit it hard with your Shadow Sneak, and then lunge at it and unleash your Fury Swipes," the trainer ordered calmly. Getting into physical range would be more than enough to activate their trump card. They just needed to wait for the opportune moment.

And so, he'd wait, ignoring the ghost boy's gaze. He didn't feel bothered by it... Nor even feel it. Not the gaze, but some sort of liquid squirming. As if he was swimming through a viscous liquid, even though he was on solid ground. Strange, to say the least, but nothing too important. All he needed to do was wait for an attack to hit, and once one did:

"Kyle, Metal Burst!" The Unovan trainer ordered the Sableye.

Metal Burst: An especially dangerous physical steel-type move known by few Pokemon. It returned the damage dealt by the opponent's last damaging attack and increased it further. This should more than make that specter rethink its attacks. Though, the lack of a good physical move was definitely starting to show. Once the Sableye was able to get acclimated to his new home, instead of the trash heap here, they'd work on that.

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Old 11-02-2021, 10:00 PM   #105
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Missingno. Master - With Onix having - once again - got away without being able to be scanned, you find yourself stuck having to clean up its mess once more. Luckily, this is a situation you are able to handle with relative ease, and Homer is quick to get to work, collecting a variety of stones and sand from the area, as well as some of the shimmering shards of glass from the ground and compressing them. Water flows at intense speed as it takes quite a bit to form such a large plug, but soon enough the Psyshock is ready, and is tossed forth into the Caldera, sinking into place in the ground. The water flow slows to a trickle, as only small gaps hold place.

The sudden boom of it all causes a few more local Pokemon to emerge, specifically a school of Barboach that dig their way out of the sand of the Caldera after a moment before noticing the plug. With haste, the group work to fill the remaining gaps with sand, and while it might not be perfect, its clear the natural wildlife here have this covered. Down in the Canyon, however, you can hear booming sounds throughout the process, the Onix clearly still fighting off the Aerodactyl as clouds of dust erupt from the walls below every now and again. It's hard to see exactly what is going on, but it's clear you need to get back down there, and soon. The only question is, how exactly are you meant to do that?
It was a tense moment as Homer readied the Psyshock. Even working fast, it still took Homer some time to create the plug, but he was still able to get it done in plenty of time, and the fat Alakazam sent the psychically crafted wad of stuff into the Caldera, plugging up the hole Onix had left behind. There were still a few small gaps, but the local wild Barboach took over from there, and Eddie watched with mild fascination as they worked fast to patch the remaining gaps with sand. It seemed they had this problem well in hand, though that left the aspiring cryptopokologist and his crew with another pressing matter to attend to. For further down into the canyon, the booming sounds could be heard from the Onix continuing to try and fight off the Aerodactyl. "I can't quite make out how things are going down there," Eddie murmured, adjusting hs glasses as he spoke.

I can imagine not too well for the environment, came Homer's telepathic snark. I can also imagine that we're to play the part of fixing this up?

"If need be, Homer. If need be," nodded Eddie. "We need to get down there, and fast. Faster, it must be said, than merely walking can achieve."

"Cuboneboneboooone," sighed Femur. She flapped her small arms as though attempting to take flight, obviously with no luck.

"Oh, I know, Femur," Eddie sighed, holding his Cubone close to him as the Lonely Pokémon sniveled slightly. In truth, Eddie didn't know, or at least not for sure. Femur was the kind to keep her past to herself, so not even Homer's telepathy was any help in working out the mysteries of her past. But Cubone were not known to inhabit Cinnabar Island, and yet, that's exactly where Eddie caught Femur. Moreover, there was a long-standing theory regarding Cubone, specifically the species's origins, and that's what intrigued Eddie about Femur so much. For Kangaskhan were no more considered native to Cinnabar Island. Their pre-evolution, on the other hand... Cinnabar Island was, to Eddie's knowledge, the only known place where one could find 'M to begin with. And seeing his Cubone flapping her arms as though seriously expecting to take flight... surely this was the sort of thing she might have done along with her sisters, maybe something her mother might have taught her. Eddie remembered those parts of his grandparents' book vividly. His great-great-great-great-great grandfather, Bartholomew Starmie, had discovered 'M as a species not long after discovering Missingno. It looked exactly like Normal Form Missingno., shared the typing, the possible attacks... but differed in several big ways, such as size and weight, being a female-only species, and also the minor detail that 'M could evolve. Bartholomew had eventually come to the conclusion that 'M was a transitional stage between the baby Kangaskhan and the adult, but only for specimens who grew up around where wild Missingno. nested. The young and impressionable joeys would be altered by Missingno.'s strange powers, and take on a similar form to them in their adolescence, with evolution into the adult Kangaskhan being possible through minimal battling experience. There was typically no rush among 'Mkind to evolve, however, for it was only in that stage that they could learn certain abilities and techniques. Most notably, ones related to flight. And those would carry over upon evolution, as well. Furthermore, Kangaskhan who were once 'M themselves were more likely to have offspring who would first become 'M, regardless of any Missingno. or lack thereof involved in their upbringing.

Homer cleared his throat, cutting through the blatant exposition like a knife through extremely verbose butter. If we're quite done here, I assume you'll want me to Teleport us all down into the canyon?

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Homer," Eddie responded. "But first, I would suggest a quick peek with Future Sight to ensure we're not Teleporting right into the line of fire or anything."

You know, not many people think to do that, Homer stated, actually sounding somewhat impressed, even if against his will. Good on you. I gotta give you that one. And with that, the Alakazam began to use his powers, first to ensure he could find them a safe spot to Teleport to, and then to actually get them all there.
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There's a strange echo to those words. Not an echo of sound, no... In this crisp, cool air, voices ring out as clear and as sharp as ice. This particular echo is one of time, as Cy had uttered those exact words before. Reverberations from the past, soft, yet insistent, cling to the edges of Cy and Wurmple's minds, creating a persistent, eerie feeling of déjŕ vu. To this day, Wurmple suffered the after-effects of the event which haunted them; a loss of psychic power, coupled with a connection to the ethereal mental realm, which seems to be slowly but surely siphoning the bug type's energy. This terrifying and mysterious state left both Cy and Wurmple desperate for answers, and though the trainer and his faithful Worm Pokemon had not been aware of the island's glacial nature, they were aware that researchers specializing in odd phenomenon had come from all over the world to gather here at the QG Base Camp. What better place to look for someone who might have insight into Wurmple's condition?

With the help of Jeffrey the Buizel's combination of Surf and Ice Punch, the trio is able to traverse the frigid waters surrounding Quiescent Glacier with relative ease. As they finally step onto dry land - er, ice - they are greeted by a rather motley assortment of trailers, tents and even some small, igloo-like structures. Each structure bears a national flag from the researchers' country of origin, as well as an emblem from one of a number of different corporations, universities, institutions. Yet despite the sheer variety, they seem nested close together, suggesting a camaraderie of sorts, forged by the dangers of their pursuits... or, at least, an uneasy peace necessitated by neutral territory. Though the place is far from abandoned - the camp is clean and well-kept, machines whirr and click away, paths between trailers are swept free of snow and debris to facilitate easy travel - there do not seem to be a lot of people or Pokémon around. Understandable, given that the teams gathered here are on assignment to research the glacier, and are likely scattered around the island, doing just that. Even so, there has to be someone around here...

"Oy! What's the matter with you?"

The voice comes from the entryway of a sizeable trailer, proudly displaying the flag of the Sinnoh region, paired with an emblem depicting Mt. Coronet. As the trailer's door opens, a young woman - early twenties, by the looks of her - with a rugged complexion and deep brown eyes - shouts out from beneath the pure white scarf which covers her nose and mouth. In fact, the woman is covered head-to-toe in pristinely white cold weather gear, strands of contrasting black hair framing her face. There's nothing particularly odd about her, except for the fact that she is shockingly, shockingly tall - about eight feet or so. There's something a bit unsettling about that fact, but maybe she just hit the genetic lottery, or drank a lot of Moomoo milk growing up...?

"You're gonna freeze your ass off standin' out there, looking like that!" With a hearty laugh, she further opens the door of her trailer wide, motioning for Cy and his Pokémon to come inside. "Now, don't be a fool, eh? Come on in, and we'll get you sorted in no time. Isn't that right, Po?"

The head of a Rowlet peeks out from inside the entryway, clearly covered by the hood of a winter coat specially tailored for him. Upon spotting the trainers, the Pokémon - presumably Po - calls out to them cheerfully. An odd choice of partner, given the climate, but at least he seems dressed for it... unlike Wurmple, Jeffrey and Cy.

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sixdragons_in_atrenchcoat - You have got to be kidding me...

There's a strange echo to those words. Not an echo of sound, no... In this crisp, cool air, voices ring out as clear and as sharp as ice. This particular echo is one of time, as Cy had uttered those exact words before. Reverberations from the past, soft, yet insistent, cling to the edges of Cy and Wurmple's minds, creating a persistent, eerie feeling of déjŕ vu. To this day, Wurmple suffered the after-effects of the event which haunted them; a loss of psychic power, coupled with a connection to the ethereal mental realm, which seems to be slowly but surely siphoning the bug type's energy. This terrifying and mysterious state left both Cy and Wurmple desperate for answers, and though the trainer and his faithful Worm Pokemon had not been aware of the island's glacial nature, they were aware that researchers specializing in odd phenomenon had come from all over the world to gather here at the QG Base Camp. What better place to look for someone who might have insight into Wurmple's condition?

With the help of Jeffrey the Buizel's combination of Surf and Ice Punch, the trio is able to traverse the frigid waters surrounding Quiescent Glacier with relative ease. As they finally step onto dry land - er, ice - they are greeted by a rather motley assortment of trailers, tents and even some small, igloo-like structures. Each structure bears a national flag from the researchers' country of origin, as well as an emblem from one of a number of different corporations, universities, institutions. Yet despite the sheer variety, they seem nested close together, suggesting a camaraderie of sorts, forged by the dangers of their pursuits... or, at least, an uneasy peace necessitated by neutral territory. Though the place is far from abandoned - the camp is clean and well-kept, machines whirr and click away, paths between trailers are swept free of snow and debris to facilitate easy travel - there do not seem to be a lot of people or Pokémon around. Understandable, given that the teams gathered here are on assignment to research the glacier, and are likely scattered around the island, doing just that. Even so, there has to be someone around here...
During the journey on Jeffrey's makeshift raft, bearing the spray of freezing water around him, Cy filled his head with furious determination to drive out his worries.

We'll find answers. We will... We have to. He repeated this to himself, a silent mantra that burned away the dark fear crowding his mind. Wurmple sat idly by, curled under Cy's coat collar as usual, listening to his Trainer's thoughts loop over themselves. He coiled tighter and shut his softly-glowing eyes, thinking a few complicated thoughts of his own as he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.

Wurmple was roused from his nap by the gentle thump of their ice platform hitting the glacier. His job done, Jeffrey nosed his Cherish Ball and returned to it with a blip of reddish energy, not wanting to remain in the cold for longer than he had to. Cy stepped out onto the 'island', eyes roving over the strange assortment of shelters impassively. He stuck his hands in his coat pockets, an ineffective gesture as his coat was just as cold and wet as he was. Wurmple trained a mental eye on his Trainer, and found the same cyclic determined thoughts.

Too focused on not worrying that he doesn't have any mental energy left over to actually think. I'd be proud that he listened to me, were it not interfering with us making any progress. Wurmple assessed. He inhaled, ready to break his Trainer out of his reverie, but at that same moment someone else did it for him.


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"Oy! What's the matter with you?"

The voice comes from the entryway of a sizeable trailer, proudly displaying the flag of the Sinnoh region, paired with an emblem depicting Mt. Coronet. As the trailer's door opens, a young woman - early twenties, by the looks of her - with a rugged complexion and deep brown eyes - shouts out from beneath the pure white scarf which covers her nose and mouth. In fact, the woman is covered head-to-toe in pristinely white cold weather gear, strands of contrasting black hair framing her face. There's nothing particularly odd about her, except for the fact that she is shockingly, shockingly tall - about eight feet or so. There's something a bit unsettling about that fact, but maybe she just hit the genetic lottery, or drank a lot of Moomoo milk growing up...?

"You're gonna freeze your ass off standin' out there, looking like that!" With a hearty laugh, she further opens the door of her trailer wide, motioning for Cy and his Pokémon to come inside. "Now, don't be a fool, eh? Come on in, and we'll get you sorted in no time. Isn't that right, Po?"

The head of a Rowlet peeks out from inside the entryway, clearly covered by the hood of a winter coat specially tailored for him. Upon spotting the trainers, the Pokémon - presumably Po - calls out to them cheerfully. An odd choice of partner, given the climate, but at least he seems dressed for it... unlike Wurmple, Jeffrey and Cy.

What will you do?
Cy started at the voice, then turned on his heels to face its source. His eyes flicked up and down, assessing the strange woman at a glance, noting her unusual height and strikingly contrasting color scheme. Wurmple popped an eye open as he heard a faint pssst sound -no, not a sound, a thought.

Hey Wurmple, you awake? Cy asked silently.

So, reading thoughts is alright when you can exploit it? Wurmple responded snidely.

Don't snark at me when I need your help. Can you read her? Cy shot back. Wurmple rolled his eyes affectionately, pondering how Cy was getting used to his sarcasm, then reached out carefully with his mind. The strange Sinnohan woman... and the Rowlet, now that he could sense it. Yes, those had to be their auras - now just to poke around a bit...

Cy was feeling increasingly awkward as he waited for Wurmple to respond. Finally, he decided that should the woman's intentions be malicious, he'd have the upper hand at least - metaphorically speaking, anyway. He had a psychic warning at the ready and an army of insects in his pockets, after all. He waved a hand and approached the trailer, friendly but not letting his guard down. "Er, thanks," he said with a small smile. "I guess it is pretty cold out here. I'm Cy, by the way." He stuck out a hand for the woman to shake. "Nice to meet'cha... Sorry, didn't catch your name?"
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