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Missingno. Master: As you agree to lend whatever help you can, Emily practically beams, ruffling Persian’s fur excitedly for lack of anything else to do with her hands. Kate doesn’t look particularly happy, but between being outnumbered and having the chance to find her partner again, she just settles for a halfhearted shrug. Neither so much as bats an eye at the revelation that Meowth can talk, though Persian looks a little skeptical.

You all turn to start your trek away from Mystery Island’s edge. Hedwig flutters in front of your group, pumping her wings in another round of Defog. The fog around you, which had been sluggishly crawling away from the gusts of the first Defog, billows suddenly at the new gusts of wind, rolling back much more quickly as if startled. Your view of the island expands, revealing grass-marked terrain sloped slightly upward, marked with the footprints of your new companions. Working from the waterfall backward, you can see a churning river gurgling with the chilly waters of a distant peak. “My partner?” Kate says, watching as the receding haze reveals thickening vegetation. “He’s a Ninjask. One of the fastest Pokemon there is, so he has to have escaped.” She pauses. “Probably.”

At your command, Hedwig emits a chittering, high-pitched sound wave just within the range of hearing; the faintest of ripples in the air expands rapidly as her Supersonic sweeps over the stillness. All of you listen carefully for the inevitable echo, even though you know you won’t hear anything of the sort. Only Hedwig’s ears twitch in response, and her gaze sweeps across the island before fastening on a spot to the left. With a chitter, she sets off in that direction, and the rest of you follow, parallel to the river.

After a few steps, you see what the women meant by feeling lost in a haze — not literally, as the fog in your immediate vicinity has been reduced to a few curling wisps tethered stubbornly to the earth, but mentally. Nevertheless, you press on with your companions, trekking through a stretch of yellow-green grass that grows longer and greener the farther you move from the edge of the island, its blades waving gently as Hedwig’s Defog continues to clear the way. You all continue uphill for a good distance before the land slopes back down … and up … and down … and up … sometimes rolling gently, sometimes angling much more steeply. The river continues to flow across the terrain regardless of gravity, treating you to the unusual sight of water moving uphill.

Emily gasps suddenly, drawing your attention. Inches in front of your group is a sudden drop-off, the land below covered in a thickly forested area. Acres of broad green leaves stretch out before you, with every tree the exact height of its neighbor … except for a particularly tall one about half a mile out. Around it is wrapped the pitiful-looking wreckage of an enormous white and blue construct, obscuring the mountain peak which seems even farther away than before.

“That can’t be right,” Kate mutters. “I thought we came from the other way …”

Emily rubs her arms, warding off a shiver. “It’s happening again.” She seems about to launch into hysterics, but then is distracted when Persian bares his teeth in a snarl. “What …?” When the big cat leaps down the cliffside, the women waste no time in going after him. You follow as well, with Hedwig helpfully bringing you down.

Once back on solid ground, surrounded by trees that are much more shadowy-looking from within, you see the problem. The good news is that you’ve found Ninjask. The bad news is that it’s pinned down under the foot of a rough-looking Rhydon, who seems none too pleased to be interrupted at this moment of triumph. Something is off about this Rhydon as well: while the species isn’t known for its intelligence to begin with, there’s a look in its eyes that’s positively empty. While it sizes you up, Persian suddenly leaps forward — not to land a sudden blow on the rhino, but to intercept an orb of eerie darkness that was headed right for Kate! The Shadow Ball seeps deep into the big cat’s fur, making him screech and shiver, while his attacker steps out from behind Rhydon: a Kirlia whose expression looks equally blank. Not amused, Persian charges at the twirling little twerp, with Emily encouraging him: “Don’t let it freak you out, Persian! Hit it with a Slash, followed up with, uh, a Bite!”

Kate, stunned at the sight of her partner so badly beaten, barely even notices the close encounter with the ghostly move. Rhydon, not caring one iota, lets Ninjask lie there in the dirt for the moment as it decides to charge at you instead ...
Keith volunteering his assistance was met with two very different reactions, as was not altogether unexpected. Emily was thrilled, while Kate, not so much. Oddly, in Keith's opinion, neither of them seemed particularly fazed by Meowth's ability to talk. Persian looked a bit suspicious, but Kate and Emily, not so much. It was odd that neither of them seemed to think much of this, especially Kate, who still seemed suspicious that Keith might not be real, but on the other hand, the fact that this didn't seem odd to them was pretty much a gift Ponyta that Keith wasn't inclined to look in the mouth.

Kate explained that her partner was a Ninjask, and that his being one of the fastest Pokémon in existence would most likely have meant he successfully escaped. With her target in mind, Hedwig cast her Supersonic into the distance. After a while, she heard something the others could not, and led the way. Keith was quick to follow, as were the women. Hedwig led them along the river, and as they moved, Keith got the picture about what they'd been saying about feelign lost in a haze. The fog around them had been reduced to a few wisps on the ground thanks to Hedwig's Defog, but all the same, Keith could feel it in his mind.

The land was zigzagging uphill and downhill at various angles before them, but what struck Keith as really odd was that the river was doing likewise- at some points, that water was flowing uphill. "Wat da..." Meowth murmured, eyeing this aquatic anomaly.

Keith was about to respond to Meowth, when Emily gasped. He looked, and he saw just what had made her gasp. They were at the edge of a cliff overlooking a wooded area. A large blue and white... something... or whatever was left of it, anyway, wrapped around a tree out in the distance, said tree being significantly taller than any other tree around it. In fact, Keith noticed, all the other trees seemed to be of a uniform height. This was not sitting well with either of the women, but before Emily could go into hysterics, Persian snarled and jumped down the cliff, prompting the women to follow it. "Hedwig, let's go, too," Keith said to his Crobat.

"Cro! Bat!" Hedwig nodded as she grabbed ahold of Keith's shoulders and once again proceeded to Fly him, this time down the cliff. And once they reached the bottom of the cliff, they could see exactly what Persian had noticed.

The forest was a lot shadier from within, but visibility in the immediate area wasn't much of an issue. There was Ninjask, all right... trapped beneath a gigantic foot. A gigantic foot belonging to a large stone beast Keith recognized as a Rhydon. Keith shuddered- there was kind of an empty look in Rhydon's eyes. It was eerie, to say the least. And then, Persian jumped up, intercepting a Shadow Ball that had been headed straight for Kate! The source of the Shadow Ball revealed itself to be a Kirlia with equally empty eyes. Emily proceeded to command Persian against the Kirlia, while Rhydon decided to charge towards Keith. A Pokémon fight was imminent, and they all knew it, including and especially Keith. "Hedwig!" Keith exclaimed, his Crobat hovering between him and the Rhydon, glaring murderously at the latter. "Hit Rhydon with your Water Pulse, then follow up with Steel Wing!" And then, as Rhydon charged, Keith realized something- Rhydon charging meant that it had to take its foot off of Ninjask. "Meowth, go and help Ninjask," Keith instructed the Normal-type on his shoulder. "Get it out of harm's way!"

"Right!" Meowth nodded, leaping down off of Keith's shoulder. He had to be careful, of course, but he was pretty sure he was more maneuverable than this Rhydon at the very least. He was confident he'd be able to at least grab Ninjask and carry him over to Kate.


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Rainbow Waterfalls

Cyber Blastoise: Having decided the Rainbow Waterfalls would make for a more relaxing destination then your previous choice, you headed there with your partner Silver, hoping to explore the caves known to exist in the region. Everywhere you look, you can see waterfalls of varying sizes crashing down from atop the surrounding cliffs, each stirring up a cloud of mist that in conjunction with the sunlight produced the colorful arches the area was so known for. You're more then content to simply take in the sights and sounds for a while, recording it all with a video camera so that you'd have a memento of your journey to look back upon some time in the future, though eventually, you decide it's time to move on and continue further, keeping an eye out for any caves as you went along.

In time, you catch sight of a rather inviting-looking one up on a ledge a few meters above the main path, some rocky outcroppings forming makeshift steps that allow you to climb up to it fairly easily, though Silver doesn't have quite as good of a time, his stubby arms and legs not being well-suited for the task. The entrance to the cave is unusually round, and looks as though it may have been carved out by some manner of Pokemon, rather then being a natural structure. As you begin to remove your spelunking gear from your bag, however, you hear a loud roar boom from within the cave, followed by some hysterical screams and the sound of approaching footsteps. You and Silver impulsively get to the side as a boy donning a headlight comes speeding out from within the cave and takes a flying leap off the ledge back onto the main path, making a hard landing on his hands and feet before continuing to run off ahead.

The cause of his fear emerges from the cave mere seconds later; a mighty Garchomp stomping out onto the ledge before looking down at the intruder and roaring at the fleeing intruder a second time for good measure. Judging from the notch in its dorsal fin, this individual was a male, which might've partly explained why it was so hostile. The dragon turns around, looking ready to simply return to his burrow when he catches sight of you and Silver. He emits a guttural growl and gives the both of you a death glare as a warning, but does nothing more before proceeding back into the cave.

It seems this place might not be as relaxing as you might've expected, especially if you intend to do any spelunking. You can't help but find the presence of such a Pokemon here a little unusual, as Garchomp and their kin are known to prefer arid regions, and the Rainbow Waterfalls were anything but arid. However, your thoughts are soon interrupted by the sound of another scream coming from up ahead, and most likely from the same kid who nearly bowled you over a moment ago...




Burnt Forest Wastelands

JustAnotherUser: While you had intended to visit the Cloud Forest, you decide to make the most of situation and explore the Burnt Forest Wastelands instead, having ended up there after taking a wrong turn somewhere along the way. However, with the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, you figure it would be best to make a camp and set out to find some tinder for a fire, releasing Clyde, your Emolga, to aid with the task.

The land seems to be completely devoid of life, with neither plants nor Pokemon anywhere to be seen. It's deathly silent, as well, the only noise reaching your ears being the howl of the wind blowing through the ancient, charred remnants of once-great trees. It fills you with a rather immense sense of solitude, yet at the same time, you have an unshakable feeling that you're being watched, made more unsettling by the fact that between the trees and boulders littering the landscape there's definitely enough cover for something to hide.

While you had expected it to be easy to find some tinder for a campfire, the pieces you've been picking up off the ground could be considered little more then splinters, and you eventually decide it would be easier to break some wood off one of the decaying trees instead. You spy one that has a sizable branch that looks about ready to fall off on its own, and reach towards it to remove it, but before you can your arm is suddenly seized by the hand of some manner of green Pokemon which makes you leap with surprise. You quickly turn around to see a Sceptile giving you a disapproving look before it shakes its head, evidently not wanting you to touch the tree. You can't help but feel a little amazed by how stealthy its approach had been, for not even Clyde seems to have noticed it until it had already made its move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you.", you hear someone say before a man emerges from behind another nearby tree. He's dressed rather sharply, wearing black slacks and a white, short-sleeved dress shirt. His hair is black and reaches down to the tops of his shoulders, and on his nose sits a pair of square glasses which adjusts with his fingers before he speaks to you further. "You don't want to upset them." he continues, sounding rather nonchalant. "Not unless you have a death wish, that is."

It's now apparent there's definitely more to this place then can be seen at a first glance, and this man seems to know a lot about it...




The Space Path

MarbleZone: Feeling a need to give your Pokemon a breath of fresh air, you ventured to the mysterious Space Path with your Hydreigon, Ruin. As much as she reveled in destruction and violence, she still seemed to enjoy the simpler pleasures of stretching her wings and seeing someplace new, roaring in agreement to your previous query. The both of you find the darkness that lies ahead inviting, and you soon set down the translucent golden path the area was known for, it twisting off into the distance for what seems like infinity. As you walk, you notice the Sky Gate behind you along with the blue skies quickly becoming less and less visible until they've been swallowed up by the darkness completely, leaving you surrounded by nothing but a black void. It almost feels as though you've entered into another dimension, or perhaps it was some sort of illusion? You reason that only time would provide the answer as you press on.

After a few more minutes of walking, you notice lights beginning to blink into view up ahead, and it isn't long before you find yourself passing through a sea of stars, their various shapes and colors quite the awe-inspiring sight. It seems as though their light is being subdued somehow, for you're able to gaze directly at even the largest of them without hurting your eyes. That coupled with the fact that there's gravity and you're able to breathe gives you the feeling that you couldn't actually be in outer space, though it's every bit as silent as the real deal; the only noises you can hear echoing through the environment being your own footsteps and the sound of Ruin's beating wings.

You continue along for several more minutes, and the path continues stretch ahead as far as the eye can see. All the while, Ruin has been silently looking about, scanning the environment for potential threats or maybe just something you'd consider a suitable target, for she doesn't seem to find the celestial bodies scattered throughout her surroundings terribly interesting. Eventually, though, she catches some movement from something on the path up ahead, and roars to get your attention. It appears to be human, and it's moving a slower pace then you.

Getting closer, you can make out the details of the individual. It's a female, perhaps in her late teens or early 20s judging from her stature. She has a head of wavy, brown hair that flows past her shoulders, and is wearing a fancy aqua-colored dress with golden embroidery, along with sandals. Something seems a little off about her, though, for her movements seem overly deliberate, as though she's putting thought into each step she takes. While the Space Path was wide enough to accommodate several people walking side by side, whoever created it didn't seem to have safety in mind, for there are no railings to keep someone from falling off, and the girl is continuing to go in a straight line, despite the path ahead of her taking a sharp turn to the right. Eventually, she nearly takes a plunge when she brings one of her feet down upon nothing, letting out a gasp of surprise as she loses her balance, but thankfully falls backwards onto her rear rather then forward into the abyss of space. You hear her breathe a heavy sigh before she speaks something to herself, evidently not yet aware of your presence.

"I'm such a fool...", she says, her voice sounding fraught with worry. "Oh, Maxwell, and Ace... If only you could've been here at a time like this..."

It's only when you get within a few meters that she finally notices you from the sound of your footsteps. "Who's there?", she asks in a cautious tone before turning to face the two of you with her amber eyes. She doesn't react at all to Ruin, which the Hydreigon seems a bit surprised by, her appearance tending elicit fear in most, particularly those she catches unaware. She then stands up and takes a few steps in your direction before speaking again. "I hear wings... Six. They beat slowly, and slightly out of sync. That Pokemon with you...might it be a Hydreigon?"

It's at that point that the reason for the girl's unusual behavior becomes clear to you: she's completely blind, yet she has no manner of aid to guide her on her way. She also seems to be very familiar with Ruin's species, considering that she was able to identify her purely from the sound of her wings...




Cloud Forest

Connor: Having decided upon the Cloud Forest as the site of your next adventure, you set off into its depths with your Shuppet. He's not exactly the most pleasant company, but you find it easy to ignore his harsh remarks between the thrill of adventure and the wonderful weather. It becomes quickly apparent as to why he was concerned about you getting lost, though, as no matter which direction you look, you can see naught but an endless expanse of trees and other types of foliage, with no real landmarks to help orient yourself other then the rough path you were currently following. While you can hear the sounds and calls of Pokemon, they all seem to be fairly distant, presumably due to them preferring to stay away from the path and the eyes of potentially troublesome humans.

You continue to follow the path for what feels like several minutes, yet still, you notice nothing of particular interest around you aside from the fact that the forest had become eerily silent for reasons unknown. If it was excitement you were looking for, you were starting to think that you may have made the wrong decision, and Mistral's grumpy expression suggested his thoughts likely mirrored your own. However, it's at that same moment that a sound that's distinctly different from anything you had heard up to that point graces your ears: the faint sound of some lovely, wordless singing. It was coming through the trees to your left, and the singer was most likely a human girl judging from the tone and pitch.

Your curiosity is piqued, though Mistral narrows his eyes at you, not seeming too keen about the idea of straying off the beaten path. Not to mention the Cloud Garden as a whole was anything but a normal place. It was filled with tales and legends of the supernatural, and its obviously mystical nature made you feel there was likely truth in many of them. The alluring song could very well be some kind of trick by someone or perhaps something seeking to lead you astray, and the silence that had been recently pervading the forest only made it more suspicious to you...
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Tenorphin: You make your way through the towering gate and enter the Cloud Garden with Cotton at your side, pleased to be done with the nonsense of aerial travel for the time being. Around you mill your fellow former passengers, who eagerly drink up the strange new sights. And what sights they are! Even though you’ve all barely passed through the gate, you can already see distant wonders that can reduce the most grizzled traveler to a wide-eyed tourist: the lofty plateau of Comet’s Corner, the stern visage of Delibird Ridge, and even the golden streak of the Space Path vanishing into the infinite sky. Wondrous as these sights are, though, you and the other passengers of the sky ship are aware of how easy it can be to get lost, and how difficult it can be to reach their goal — or safety, for that matter. And that’s where the Pokemon Center comes in.

Refreshed from your snack of pickled apple, you and Cotton make your way toward the Pokemon Center. An array of buildings surround it to form a sizable town, born from the attractive prospect of selling souvenirs to eager visitors. Many people head toward hotels as they’re here for little more than sight-seeing, but you’re here for adventure and exploration. Thus, you want to touch base with the Center instead.

As soon as you step inside, you’re struck by how still it seems — outside there’s a small but constant breeze, making this place seem especially nice and warm in comparison. A few trainers are sitting around in the lobby, whether they’re waiting for an injured Pokemon, catching a few minutes for a video game, or just idly lounging on a couch. A tough-looking guy dozes in the corner, his cowboy hat obscuring his face. Behind the counter, a nurse waves farewell to a relieved trainer and his Glameow; over to the side, a couple of kids hover around a bulletin board, discussing something about guides. All and all, it’s pretty calm and inviting as far as hubs of activities go, although a couple of people’s gazes keep gravitating back toward your Mareep’s unusual coloring … and you can’t help but feel like some eyes are on you as well ...


Having prepped Cotton up with pickled apple slices, the duo once again turned their gaze to the captivating skyscape. The fascinating sights appealed greatly to Stefan's wanderlust. Upon seeing the colorful yet harmonious scenery, Stefan's heart raced like an excited Ponyta, like the time when he received his first Pokémon, a Pidgey that he released after his guilt of perceived mistreatment took over. Stefan took in the astonishing sights of the different areas with bewilderment, his goals for this trip temporarily abandoned to the back of his head. Adventuring would be so much more fun if he didn't have a specific goal in mind. But he couldn't afford not having a goal. The goal of discovering Pokémon's and humans' reason for coexistence, the history of this symbiosis. Chilly air brought Stefan out of his trance as his sight snapped back into focus. Cotton snuggled against his arm, gently tickling him with the static on her wool.

Stefan silently gave himself a knock on the head. No point ruminating about what's yet to come, he thought. Besides, what's the point of adventuring if the only thing you focus on is the goal? Stefan gently laid Cotton on the ground, then took out a tourist map with his right hand while shaking off the pins and needles on his left. "Right-o, it should be right... there." Stefan murmured to himself as he fights the urge to show the map to Cotton. "Come on, Cotton. Let's go get ourselves a comfy bed before we head out tomorrow, " He ruffled Cotton's hair one last time before leading her toward the Pokémon Center, located in the midst of various souvenir shops, hotels and supply stores. There are street vendors too, working hard to keep up with their bustling business. Stefan made a mental note to visit them before they adjourned for the day.

The exterior areas of the red-roofed Pokémon Center was not quiet, but it was noticeably calmer being some distance away from the market square. Cotton let out a soft bleat, caressed by the cold draft on their way into the building. Expecting a crowd, Stefan was pleasantly surprised that only a handful are actually waiting to engage the nurses. Most of the others are either resting up or sticking to their own cliques, which Stefan found relief in. He was not ready for normal human interaction aside from the nurses, whom he always found approachable and helpful. Suddenly aware of Cotton's unique pink wool, Stefan tried to ignore gazes that swiftly darts away as soon as he caught them.

Stefan approached the nurse at the counter after the burly trainer in red jacket before him left to snooze on the couch. "Hi, excuse me, I was wondering if I can have a bed for tonight. I just arrived here."


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JustAnotherUser: While you had intended to visit the Cloud Forest, you decide to make the most of situation and explore the Burnt Forest Wastelands instead, having ended up there after taking a wrong turn somewhere along the way. However, with the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, you figure it would be best to make a camp and set out to find some tinder for a fire, releasing Clyde, your Emolga, to aid with the task.

The land seems to be completely devoid of life, with neither plants nor Pokemon anywhere to be seen. It's deathly silent, as well, the only noise reaching your ears being the howl of the wind blowing through the ancient, charred remnants of once-great trees. It fills you with a rather immense sense of solitude, yet at the same time, you have an unshakable feeling that you're being watched, made more unsettling by the fact that between the trees and boulders littering the landscape there's definitely enough cover for something to hide.

While you had expected it to be easy to find some tinder for a campfire, the pieces you've been picking up off the ground could be considered little more then splinters, and you eventually decide it would be easier to break some wood off one of the decaying trees instead. You spy one that has a sizable branch that looks about ready to fall off on its own, and reach towards it to remove it, but before you can your arm is suddenly seized by the hand of some manner of green Pokemon which makes you leap with surprise. You quickly turn around to see a Sceptile giving you a disapproving look before it shakes its head, evidently not wanting you to touch the tree. You can't help but feel a little amazed by how stealthy its approach had been, for not even Clyde seems to have noticed it until it had already made its move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you.", you hear someone say before a man emerges from behind another nearby tree. He's dressed rather sharply, wearing black slacks and a white, short-sleeved dress shirt. His hair is black and reaches down to the tops of his shoulders, and on his nose sits a pair of square glasses which adjusts with his fingers before he speaks to you further. "You don't want to upset them." he continues, sounding rather nonchalant. "Not unless you have a death wish, that is."

It's now apparent there's definitely more to this place then can be seen at a first glance, and this man seems to know a lot about it...
The utter lack of anything alive in the forest area - at least, as far as he could tell - was no small amount of unnerving to Dan, far more used to (and comfortable with) populous areas. The only sound he could hear besides his own trudging on through sand and dust was the shrieking noise of the wind billowing through dead trees, charred monuments to their own demise. And the damned unshakable sense of being watched - he was starting to regret electing to stick around and explore it, but with night encroaching he was being faced with very little choice in the matter anymore. He swallowed his fear, blamed what he could only hope were harmless ghost pokemon pranks, as likely as it could be anything else, and walked on.

His search was rather fruitless, however - even with the aid of his agile companion, what little loose wood he could find was no more substantial than a smattering of big splinters - not nearly enough for a fire pit. Eyeing the now almost sunless horizon frequently, he was starting to get desperate - as his (bad) luck would have it, his flashlight was out of battery, and his earlier concerns about "wandering a spooky dead forest at night" were looking more real than ever. Scouring his surroundings with desperation, he noticed a particularly decayed tree. One of what few branches remained was hanging on by decidedly frayed bark, but it'd just barely be enough.

Dan sighed. Usually, he liked to leave trees until these things happened on their own, but times were getting desperate... well, damn, I guess I don't really have a choice, he thought. Wandering over to the long-deceased tree, he casually reached out his arm to pull out the branch... and instead found himself seized in the grip of a smaller, green, clawed hand. He yelped in surprise and stumbled back; as it turns out, said hand belonged to a Sceptile, yellow eyes full of disdainful disapproval.

One hand clutching his chest, he started to stammer out an apology - "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know, this was a last resort, I promise!" - as Clyde glided over to a perch on his shoulder, just as full of surprise at the grass pokemon's sudden appearance as his trainer was. Before his appeal could come close to completion, however, another person walked up and warned him not to do what he was about to.

The young man was far more sharply dressed than anyone in a forest had any particular right to be; his square glasses and fairly long hair led Dan to believe he knew what he was talking about (though to be fair, anyone suggesting doing something was akin to suicide would make him pause); and frankly the pokemon currently clutching his forearm was probably tied to him. Dan decided to take his advice, slowly retreating his arm and attempting to wrest it free of the Sceptile's grip as he replied, forcing a calm tone from himself.

"Well, I certainly didn't know that. I'm more than a little unfamiliar with this place, and I was desperate for some loose wood - I can assure you it won't happen again, though. Might I ask why it would be a death wish, however, mister...?" He ended his sentence there, hoping the fancily-dressed fellow would reply with both an answer and his name. His knowledge of the wastes was more than a little lacking - he'd had no intention of going here in the first place, after all. With luck, this guy would fill him in straightforwardly - but then luck was never particularly on Dan's side.


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Connor: Having decided upon the Cloud Forest as the site of your next adventure, you set off into its depths with your Shuppet. He's not exactly the most pleasant company, but you find it easy to ignore his harsh remarks between the thrill of adventure and the wonderful weather. It becomes quickly apparent as to why he was concerned about you getting lost, though, as no matter which direction you look, you can see naught but an endless expanse of trees and other types of foliage, with no real landmarks to help orient yourself other then the rough path you were currently following. While you can hear the sounds and calls of Pokemon, they all seem to be fairly distant, presumably due to them preferring to stay away from the path and the eyes of potentially troublesome humans.

You continue to follow the path for what feels like several minutes, yet still, you notice nothing of particular interest around you aside from the fact that the forest had become eerily silent for reasons unknown. If it was excitement you were looking for, you were starting to think that you may have made the wrong decision, and Mistral's grumpy expression suggested his thoughts likely mirrored your own. However, it's at that same moment that a sound that's distinctly different from anything you had heard up to that point graces your ears: the faint sound of some lovely, wordless singing. It was coming through the trees to your left, and the singer was most likely a human girl judging from the tone and pitch.

Your curiosity is piqued, though Mistral narrows his eyes at you, not seeming too keen about the idea of straying off the beaten path. Not to mention the Cloud Garden as a whole was anything but a normal place. It was filled with tales and legends of the supernatural, and its obviously mystical nature made you feel there was likely truth in many of them. The alluring song could very well be some kind of trick by someone or perhaps something seeking to lead you astray, and the silence that had been recently pervading the forest only made it more suspicious to you...
As Ricardo and Mistral set out into the depths of the Cloud Forest, the scenery only seems to improve around them as they venture further into the heart of the forest. Mistral continues to grumble the entire way, ceaselessly assaulting Ricardo with numerous warnings of getting lost and attempts to convince him to abandon his 'folly', but the pair keep heading deeper and deeper into the woods. While Ricardo remained in awe of the beauty of the place, the young trainer could not help but realise that everything had begun to look awkwardly ... similar. The fear slowly crept up on him, punctuated with painful spurts of I told you so from Mistral, but Ricardo refused to fully accept the situation until they finally came to a stop, looking around them in all directions.

"Okay, I have to admit. I'm pretty sure we've been this way before."

- I love saying it, and I told you so. We should never have started on this blasted path. -

Ricardo frowns as he tries to think of a means of retort, but he finds himself at a loss for words, unable to deny the truth held within the venom of Mistral's. With a sigh, he leans against a nearby tree trunk to think, absentmindedly pulling at the seams of his mask as he does so. Despite the tranquil nature of the surroundings, the trainer finds it hard to come up with any sort of a plan, the continued moaning of Mistral making it difficult to focus, much less think of some way of escape. Just as Ricardo is beginning to consider resigning himself to wandering aimlessly until a path presents itself, the two are interrupted by a strange sound. The drifting notes are alluring, almost enrapturing, and Ricardo looks towards Mistral with a puzzled look. The Shuppet simply shoots back one of irritation.

- As if I'm going to know what it is. Check it out if you're so damned curious. -

Even as Mistral speaks the words, he realises that he had made a dreadful mistake. Affirming Ricardo's curiosity had only made him more determined, and the young man immediately began trudging off in the direction of the singing, throwing caution entirely to the wind. Mistral stares as he leaves, immediately breaking into yet another tirade.

- You can't be serious, surely? Following strange singing into a clearly supernatural forest, with absolutely no forethought as to what might happen? You're insane. Absolutely insane. -

"Oh come off it, Mistral. We're lost and it seems there is someone else around. If nothing else, we can ask for directions."

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Leading away from the Sky Gate is this seemingly endless concrete pathway. Flowers line the side of the road, laid in memory of trainers and pokemon that fought there. The saddening feel around the area attract darker, stronger pokemon.

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Lillian walked down the concrete pathway almost absentmindedly, looking along the side of the road at the many types of flowers that were there. Her favorite were lilies; they came in such a wide variety of colors, but Lillian's favorites were reds and purples. She didn't know if she always liked lilies or if this was Nightingale's taste. A lot of those things blended together so she didn't know which was which. But, she enjoyed being able to take a deep breath, smell the lilies and the other wide variety of flowers, and relax. She was completely oblivious to the surrounding atmosphere of the area, which was sad and mournful. To Lillian, the flowers spoke of a different mood. One of blissful memories.

"...I still can't honestly believe that's Blaze. I know its true...but he really has changed a lot, hasn't he." Surgei said as he hovered overhead, looking for any sign of danger that might approach his trainer. He hadn't been present for most of the time that Lillian was recovering, so her completely new state had shocked him quite severely, although he found that he was able to get along quite well with the spirit called Nightingale, as they were both in wars. War was one of the few things that never really changed, even as time went on. They could swap stories for hours on end if they wanted too.

But for today, Surgei had a pretty important job. As one of the older members of the team, he had the task of training a new recruit, a Starly by the name of Bora. While named after a certain birdman with a spear, Bora was anything but a graceful and strong fighter; even getting up into the air was a challenge for Bora. One of the things he was good at was using the wind to his advantage, but he only knew Defog in order to take advantage of that, and Lillian had worried about his potential for growth if he didn't have someone to tutor him. Hence Surgei. After all, what better Pokemon could teach a bird how to fly than a master of the skies, none other than a dragonfly!? If your thought was "any other bird period", you're agreeing with Surgei.

"Are you doing okay, Bora? Do you need to take a rest?" Surgei asked as the Starly flew next to him, flapping its wings in an almost perilous form, looking like he was about to fall out of the sky at any minute. "I-I should be fine, Surgei. I can keep up with you if you don't flit around too much." Surgei grunted a little bit as he followed Lillian from above, who had decided to walk into the flowers and lay down. "S-Surgei, I don't know too much about my trainer. I met her once...but I think she was a he then...and then she disappeared and came back a she?" Surgei wasn't surprised that Bora knew very little about their enigmatic trainer, since Bora was pretty much brand new to the crew when the incident occurred.

"I think its best if you just remember Lillian for who she is now Bora. She...well she's changed a lot, but she still is the same trainer underneath that she always was. Although really...how carefree can you get in a place like this to lay down in the flowers? Bora, descend." Surgei barked his order as he quickly descended to the ground, landing in the flowers with little disturbance, while Bora...almost seemed to attempt a crash landing, causing a poof of flower petals to surround where he landed on the ground. Lillian, who was laying on her back, turned her head to look at Surgei.

"Oh, hello Surgei. I take it everything is okay?" Lillian didn't see the rushed excitement that would come if anything was close by from Surgei, so she didn't feel at all stressed when he landed beside her. "Yes, everything does seem to be fine for the moment. But I have to ask...why are you laying down in the flowers? This doesn't seem like the type of place one could relax in, personally." Lillian listened to Surgei, before taking one of the flowers in her hand and pulling it towards her face, sniffing the delightful scent of the flower before releasing it.

"Honestly...something about this place just makes me relaxed. I think its the flowers but...I can't help but feel calm here." Lilliant thought a little more on her words, before she spoke again. "I'm sorry Surgei if I seem odd to you now...somethings have changed, after all. But, if it makes you feel any better, I still remember some things. I'm just...me now." Lillian hadn't really felt the need to apologize about her behavior shift before, but she felt that Surgei was feeling unease about her new personality. She expected it after all; some of her Pokemon had been with her for a long time, and even Marche had trouble adjusting to the presence of the other soul. But, for right now, what she said was true; she was she, and right now, what she wanted to do was relax in the melancholic flowers...

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Lil’twick: Out here, far from the trappings of civilization, you leave behind the tragedies of your past, but their results aren’t so easy to escape. Even in the middle of nowhere, a part of you is coaxed toward setting the world alight. Up on the broad plateau of Comet’s Corner, not much looks flammable aside from the occasional brush here and there, but even that presents a hazard. As you and Wisp gaze up into the depths of the night sky, watching the distant stars twinkle against the unfathomable blackness of space, you take comfort in his presence. In the late hour’s chill, his waxy body provides a little anchor to reality, soothing and warm.

Overhead, the stars gradually become brighter, as if they’re truly waking up. Their brilliance soon casts a calm, gentle light on the plateau, eclipsing even the waning moon. The night air floats lightly in a gentle breeze, and you are starting to be lulled to sleep when the first shooting star streaks silently across the sky. Barely has it vanished behind the horizon before another star shoots past as well. More soon follow, as if they were waiting for the first to set an example, and you and Wisp find yourself entranced in the stellar display.

You don’t notice the errant star at first, as it’s one out of dozens of lights, but before long the strange pattern of its flight becomes more noticeable as it moves through an erratic cycle of speeding, slowing, and abruptly changing direction. As seconds pass, it grows even brighter than the other shooting stars, and suddenly you realize that that’s because it’s getting closer! Before you can react, it smashes into the ground with a brilliant flash, and you flinch at the sudden brightness and sound of the crash. As the night grows dim again and your eyes adjust, you notice that the impact site is several yards away. Curious, Wisp jumps out of your lap and starts hopping toward it; you can’t help but follow, jogging close behind.

Wafting curls of smoke greet you as you approach. Peering down at the not-too-deep crater, you soon come to realize that the “star” is in fact a flickering green Protect shield, which doesn’t stay up much longer before winking out of existence. Within are three Pokemon, each wearing a diamond-shaped sticker and exhausted to varying degrees. A Roggenrola lies unconscious, while a Chimecho floats listlessly a couple inches above the rubble in the crater, looking just about to drop. The most conscious is a weary and burned Voltorb, sparking in attempt to stay alert. Noticing that it’s not alone, the red and white ball glares up at you, but isn’t in any condition to put up a fight … at least, that’s the case until the Chimecho squeezes its eyes shut, concentrates to the best of its ability, and summons a shimmering pink sparkle the size of a walnut, which arcs over to bop Voltorb between the eyes. Immediately a wave of pink light sweeps over its body, and even as Chimecho finally succumbs to exhaustion, Voltorb hovers out of the pit looking good as new, fully conscious and healthy thanks to its companion’s Healing Wish. Voltorb crackles with energy, determined to defend the other two with all its newfound strength ...



The brightness of stars was certainly captivating, but at the same time, calming. With the warmth of his Litwick fueling his body, Austin soon started to nod off. Sleep was always an enticing thing, to be able to dream. But, what was the point of dreams? If one couldn't experience them... Was there something wrong? The boy has heard evidence dreams only lasted 23 seconds. Was that just the creation of them or the experience of them? Most likely the creation of the dream. It would be a shame to not experience dreams... And savor every last aspect of them.

Though dreams were like stars. No matter how beautiful they are, they still are very small. Only a small speck of the cosmic consciousness, yet marveled for their beauty. But like everything, stars die. Dreams die. Both are left to be forgotten. Was that his fate as well? The teenager didn't know as he looked up at the sky. The stars were falling from their heavenly throne. Even if "shooting stars" were in reality meteoroids burning up in the atmosphere, they still had the eternalness of outer space. Austin and Wisp watched as they stars danced their way across the heavens, using the breeze as their music. They weft and weaved as they fell, as if they were being performance divers. One seemed to break line. It was erratic. Something was wrong; a dancer doesn't suddenly break rank.

The darkness of the world was illuminated by the death of a star. It was too bright for the boy, too bright for his blackened soul. As the world once again was claimed by darkness, returning to the peace of night. Curiosity kills, and the reaper was leading the cat to its demise. Austin followed Wisp's abrupt movement to investigate the crash sight. Why would he do that? It was really like him... He was usually the one to take charge. Wait. Wisp has always started everything...

Eventually the duo reached the crash site, smoke filling the air. The fallen star flickered green, before cracking and dissolving. He noticed a trio of Pokemon within the crater, all with a diamond shaped sticker attached. One seemed to be a Roggenrola, seeming to be knocked out. The second was a Chimecho that seemed to be on its last limbs. The third, the healthiest from the crash, was a Voltorb. While not in the best condition, it was still alert. Austin watched as the electric orb stared up at him, seeming to be on the defensive. It was in no state of battle, at least, until the Chimecho gave it a Healing Wish. This was bad.

"Wisp prepare a Confuse Ray if it attacks us," Austin quietly whispered to the Litwick, who nodded in agreement. He then cleared his throat and spoke towards the Voltorb. "Hey, I don't want to hurt you guys okay? Your friends are badly injured, we can't leave them out here like this. I have a camp a few ways back, we can nurse them there."

All he wanted to do was stargaze. Though if the Voltorb made one wrong move, well, its day was about to go from bad to much, much worse.


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MarbleZone: Feeling a need to give your Pokemon a breath of fresh air, you ventured to the mysterious Space Path with your Hydreigon, Ruin. As much as she reveled in destruction and violence, she still seemed to enjoy the simpler pleasures of stretching her wings and seeing someplace new, roaring in agreement to your previous query. The both of you find the darkness that lies ahead inviting, and you soon set down the translucent golden path the area was known for, it twisting off into the distance for what seems like infinity. As you walk, you notice the Sky Gate behind you along with the blue skies quickly becoming less and less visible until they've been swallowed up by the darkness completely, leaving you surrounded by nothing but a black void. It almost feels as though you've entered into another dimension, or perhaps it was some sort of illusion? You reason that only time would provide the answer as you press on.

After a few more minutes of walking, you notice lights beginning to blink into view up ahead, and it isn't long before you find yourself passing through a sea of stars, their various shapes and colors quite the awe-inspiring sight. It seems as though their light is being subdued somehow, for you're able to gaze directly at even the largest of them without hurting your eyes. That coupled with the fact that there's gravity and you're able to breathe gives you the feeling that you couldn't actually be in outer space, though it's every bit as silent as the real deal; the only noises you can hear echoing through the environment being your own footsteps and the sound of Ruin's beating wings.

You continue along for several more minutes, and the path continues stretch ahead as far as the eye can see. All the while, Ruin has been silently looking about, scanning the environment for potential threats or maybe just something you'd consider a suitable target, for she doesn't seem to find the celestial bodies scattered throughout her surroundings terribly interesting. Eventually, though, she catches some movement from something on the path up ahead, and roars to get your attention. It appears to be human, and it's moving a slower pace then you.

Getting closer, you can make out the details of the individual. It's a female, perhaps in her late teens or early 20s judging from her stature. She has a head of wavy, brown hair that flows past her shoulders, and is wearing a fancy aqua-colored dress with golden embroidery, along with sandals. Something seems a little off about her, though, for her movements seem overly deliberate, as though she's putting thought into each step she takes. While the Space Path was wide enough to accommodate several people walking side by side, whoever created it didn't seem to have safety in mind, for there are no railings to keep someone from falling off, and the girl is continuing to go in a straight line, despite the path ahead of her taking a sharp turn to the right. Eventually, she nearly takes a plunge when she brings one of her feet down upon nothing, letting out a gasp of surprise as she loses her balance, but thankfully falls backwards onto her rear rather then forward into the abyss of space. You hear her breathe a heavy sigh before she speaks something to herself, evidently not yet aware of your presence.

"I'm such a fool...", she says, her voice sounding fraught with worry. "Oh, Maxwell, and Ace... If only you could've been here at a time like this..."

It's only when you get within a few meters that she finally notices you from the sound of your footsteps. "Who's there?", she asks in a cautious tone before turning to face the two of you with her amber eyes. She doesn't react at all to Ruin, which the Hydreigon seems a bit surprised by, her appearance tending elicit fear in most, particularly those she catches unaware. She then stands up and takes a few steps in your direction before speaking again. "I hear wings... Six. They beat slowly, and slightly out of sync. That Pokemon with you...might it be a Hydreigon?"

It's at that point that the reason for the girl's unusual behavior becomes clear to you: she's completely blind, yet she has no manner of aid to guide her on her way. She also seems to be very familiar with Ruin's species, considering that she was able to identify her purely from the sound of her wings...
Luther took a look at the girl in the distance, watching her unusual gait for a while before approaching her.

Irregular, hesitant, almost theatrical in nature. That one is either diseased or clamouring for attention, redundant as that may be.

It wasn’t until she nearly fell off the edge of the ethereal road that he rushed to meet her. A rehearsed attempt on her own life? No… that was genuine. Something’s wrong with the woman.
Sitting on the floor, the girl desperately called out to one Ace and Maxwell, and her outburst was likely sincere, as she was yet to acknowledge Luther’s presence. When the older man and his Hydreigon approached, the girl rose to her feet again and turned to face them, but interestingly, her facial expression didn’t change one bit upon establishing eye contact.

Because… there is none.

It all became apparent to Luther – the young woman was indeed diseased, cursed with complete blindness. And as much as he despised human weakness, he couldn’t help but pity the girl; the chances of her condition being her own fault were minimal, and in fairness, should his beloved Yakuma fall to the same predicament, he would be equally hampered. This one deserved his sympathy and, when she spoke, the girl earned his admiration as well.

To accurately guess the identity of my companion like that… who is she?

His answer came slow, deliberate, prodding. He wanted to know more about her curious ability.

- My partner could just as easily be a Volcarona, yet you seem certain of it being a Hydreigon. Of the two extremes between light and darkness, six wings each, you chose the dark. Why is that?

Did her blindness make her familiar with darkness? Was she lured to it for some other reason? Or was she simply excededingly familiar with Ruin’s kind? Whichever the reason, Luther could tell this was no ordinary human…


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MarbleZone: You inquired to the girl as to why she had guessed the Pokemon at your side was a Hydreigon, knowing that to one with no sight a Volcarona would sound very similar, as they possessed an equal number of wings. She answers quite readily, though she still looks uneasy presumably not feeling entirely certain that she can trust you.

"Ah... Well, that's because my younger brother's dearest friend is also a Hydreigon.", she replies, which seemed to make the identity of the two whom she referred to as Maxwell and Ace earlier clear. "The two of them are inseparable and I generally travel with them as well, so the sound of those wings is quite recognizable to me. I also had a fair hand in helping my brother to raise that dragon into the majestic beast he is now, so I daresay he is as nearly as dear to me as my own Pokemon."

When she makes mention of her Pokemon, you notice that her tone becomes rather grim, and you begin to suspect why she sounded so distressed earlier, having also noticed that she doesn't have anything on her person that could be used to store personal belongings such as Pokeballs.

After a moment of hesitation, she collects herself, and speaks again, deciding open up to you more and introduce herself properly.

"My name is Marilyn Raines. I'm a specialist in Psychic type Pokemon, and as you can see, I, well...can't see. It was an unfortunate side-effect of my premature birth and one that cannot be cured through any known treatment. I'm thankful my brother was not a victim of a similar curse...".

Marilyn then releases another sigh before continuing to explain her circumstances.

"However, despite my condition I've been able live my life largely unhindered, all thanks to a precious Chimecho of mine. He is more then just a partner and friend...he also acts as my eyes. Through an extensive training process, my little Timbre honed his psychic abilities in a way that allows him to sync his mind with my own, and in turn, enables me to see the world through his eyes. It was a solution my father eventually found after he learned no doctor could assist me, though not a simple one, nor inexpensive..."

She begins lose her composure again as she thinks of what to say next, as it seems she's reached the subject of her present dilemma.

"But now, he has been taken from me, along with my belongings and other Pokemon. This place is disarmingly beautiful. We let our guard down, and we were attacked by someone from behind. Timbre is not skilled at combat, and I had neglected to allow one of my more able fighters to accompany me at the time. I could only catch a brief glimpse of our assailant before our connection was severed, but I know that they were human, and most likely accompanied by a Pokemon of some sort. I also know for certain that they went deeper into this place, for while me and Timbre are unable to share our thoughts at a distance, we still possess enough of a link for me to sense his presence, which is quite far ahead at this time..."

Finally, in a very formal display of humility, she gets on her knees, places her hands in her lap, and lowers her head before making a request to you.

"If you intend to venture into the depths of this place, would it be troublesome if I were to accompany you?", she pleas. "I need not be held by the hand or anything like that. Simply having someone's lead to follow would be more then sufficient. You also seem to be a talented trainer if you possess a Hydreigon, one who could likely handle any unknown dangers that may lie ahead, perhaps along with that ruffian who deprived me of my beloved friends..."



Burnt Forest Wastelands

JustAnotherUser: You inquire to the mysterious man as to why your actions could've been potentially life threatening, to which he responds by pointing at something behind you. "Look carefully, and you'll see we're not as alone out here as it seems.", he says as you turn in the direction he points and face what appears to simply be another large tree a few meters away from you. The sun was about to completely vanish over the horizon at this point, and when it finally does, as if on cue, something very jarring happens to the tree. It begins to creak and groan, and within an opening located towards its top, a glowing red orb suddenly blinks into view; an eye, from the looks of it, and it's at that point that its true nature becomes clear to you.

It was a Trevenant, and judging from its sheer size, lack of foliage, and worn-out bark, it was ancient. Its eye shifts to you, or more specifically, the tinder you were carrying at the moment. Before you have a chance to do anything, though, the Sceptile who had been grasping your arm quickly swipes the tinder away you then gently places it back upon the ground before saying something incomprehensible to the massive Trevenant; perhaps an explanation for your actions. It seems accept its words, for the tree emits a deep groan before slowly turning around and lumbering away. While you watch it depart, your eyes catch movement from numerous other trees across the landscape in what little light still remained in the day.

"Even though this forest died out long ago, it remains sacred to these Trevenant.", you hear the man say before walking over to your side and continuing on. "It's a good thing you didn't actually start a fire, because that would've really riled them up. I imagine that many of them were likely alive back when everything burned down, and seeing flames stirs up bad memories.".

Having answered your question, the man proceeds to offer you some more information, though not before taking a moment to straighten his long hair, a strong breeze having made it a bit messy earlier. "That aside, I suppose it's about time for a proper introduction. I am Edward Dellinger, a forester. This Sceptile here is Jade, my assistant and long-time companion. Not a terribly creative name, I know, but I thought of it while I was but a mere child, and it's stuck with him ever since."

Jade emits what sounds like a grumble in response to his trainer's words, though you're not really sure whether he was expressing disapproval over his name or something else. The Sceptile then begins to walk off in a direction that seems to lead away from the wasteland.

"Oh yes. We should probably get going.", Edward says as he begins to follow his partner. "It gets terribly cold once the night has set in, and those Trevenant are probably the least of your worries out here in the dark."

"If you need a place to stay the night, I've set up a research station on the edge of the wasteland.", he offers. "I think you'll find it quite to your liking. And besides, I have a feeling I'll be requiring the assistance of a trainer like you in the near future..."


Cloud Forest

Connor: Against Mistral's judgment, you decide to head in the direction of the singing, hoping you might be able to get some directions from the singer. Trudging through bushes and weaving around trees as you go, it isn't long before you lose sight of the path, though you're at leaving behind a rough trail of trodden-down foliage as you go. You still don't see any Pokemon, though, and the song grows ever louder as you progress. Eventually, the trees begin to grow more sparse, and you can spy what appears be a clearing up ahead, which is presumably where the one whom you seek awaits, though it's still too distant to make anything out.

There's a particularly large tree sitting directly between you and your destination, and you begin to go around it just as you had all of the smaller ones you had come across earlier. However, you end up stopping dead in your tracks, as reclining against the opposite of the tree is a burly Haxorus. Its eyes are closed, and its face bears a pleasant expression, as it's evidently enjoying the singing. It's very much awake, though, as the moment it catches your scent, its eyes flit open before it turns its head to face you. It gives you only a passing glance before turning its head backs towards the clearing and letting out a mighty roar that has you covering your ears.

What happens next feels a bit surreal, as the clearing ahead of you suddenly erupts into a cacophony, the startled cries of countless different varieties of Pokemon filling the air and the bushes and trees rustling as they flee through them in droves. While most remain unseen, moving in the opposite direction of the Haxorus' roar, some of them opt to instead head towards you in the confusion, as you're nearly bowled over by a Linoone charging through the underbrush and almost take a speeding Yanma to the face a few seconds later.

It takes about a minute before everything settles down and the forest falls into silence. Whoever was singing has now stopped, and you assume that most, if not all of the Pokemon in this part of forest had been acting as their audience. The Haxorus hadn't budged from its position the entire time, and it seems as though it was serving as a lookout. Its job done, it begins to head off in the direction of the clearing, though as it does it turns back and gives you a sharp look, as if warning you not to follow.

You wonder what you ought to do next, now that the mysterious singer seems to have left, though even if they hadn't the Haxorus doesn't seem to have any intention of letting you near them. It's harder to see after the numerous Pokemon had passed through, but you can still make out the rough trail you had left behind on the way to your current location, so you're not lost. Well, not yet, at least...


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Connor: Against Mistral's judgment, you decide to head in the direction of the singing, hoping you might be able to get some directions from the singer. Trudging through bushes and weaving around trees as you go, it isn't long before you lose sight of the path, though you're at leaving behind a rough trail of trodden-down foliage as you go. You still don't see any Pokemon, though, and the song grows ever louder as you progress. Eventually, the trees begin to grow more sparse, and you can spy what appears be a clearing up ahead, which is presumably where the one whom you seek awaits, though it's still too distant to make anything out.

There's a particularly large tree sitting directly between you and your destination, and you begin to go around it just as you had all of the smaller ones you had come across earlier. However, you end up stopping dead in your tracks, as reclining against the opposite of the tree is a burly Haxorus. Its eyes are closed, and its face bears a pleasant expression, as it's evidently enjoying the singing. It's very much awake, though, as the moment it catches your scent, its eyes flit open before it turns its head to face you. It gives you only a passing glance before turning its head backs towards the clearing and letting out a mighty roar that has you covering your ears.

What happens next feels a bit surreal, as the clearing ahead of you suddenly erupts into a cacophony, the startled cries of countless different varieties of Pokemon filling the air and the bushes and trees rustling as they flee through them in droves. While most remain unseen, moving in the opposite direction of the Haxorus' roar, some of them opt to instead head towards you in the confusion, as you're nearly bowled over by a Linoone charging through the underbrush and almost take a speeding Yanma to the face a few seconds later.

It takes about a minute before everything settles down and the forest falls into silence. Whoever was singing has now stopped, and you assume that most, if not all of the Pokemon in this part of forest had been acting as their audience. The Haxorus hadn't budged from its position the entire time, and it seems as though it was serving as a lookout. Its job done, it begins to head off in the direction of the clearing, though as it does it turns back and gives you a sharp look, as if warning you not to follow.

You wonder what you ought to do next, now that the mysterious singer seems to have left, though even if they hadn't the Haxorus doesn't seem to have any intention of letting you near them. It's harder to see after the numerous Pokemon had passed through, but you can still make out the rough trail you had left behind on the way to your current location, so you're not lost. Well, not yet, at least...
Moving towards the sound of the singing, Ricardo finds himself soon coming to terms with the finer points of moving through such a dense forest, the young man at first having to contend with his cape constantly snagging on overhanging branches or other snaring objects. With the flighty tune providing something of a mystical background to the surrounding beauty, Ricardo finds himself being lulled into an otherworldly sense of security, as if nothing could go wrong for him among the protection of the divine. This thought is soon chased from his head. Very abruptly.

Breaking into a clearing with Mistral hanging at his shoulder, Ricardo immediately freezes up on spying what is waiting for them. There was no sign of whoever was singing, and instead the trainer was greeted with the languid stare of a rather large - and dangerous looking - Haxorus. The beast immediately rears up from the tree it was lounging against, and with a deafening roar loud enough to shake the very air around Ricardo, it sent all manner of Pokemon skittering into the surrounding undergrowth, each of them startled into making themselves scarce. This went for the singing voice too, the tones immediately shutting off in response to the equally dulcet tones of the Haxorus, and Ricardo had to dodge - some more successfully than others - an array of Pokemon all darting away from the scene. With his job done, the Haxorus breaks off into the undergrowth, and as the beast fades from sight, Mistral looks dead at his trainer.

- Don't you dare even think about it. I bloody mean it, Ricardo. -

The trainer looks at Mistral with a dumb grin for a moment, holding his hands up as if to say he was considering nothing of the thought, but it was obvious that the boy was intrigued by this development. Such a massive beast hanging around in a place like this? It didn't even feel like they were that deep into the forest yet - no way should something this powerful be hanging around here.

"Surely you're interested? Even a little bit? It's a Haxorus for crying out loud!"

- I'm interested in maintaining my safety. Following that dragon is opposed to those interests. -

On hearing this, Ricardo falters for a moment, but his fire is soon relighted. Staring Mistral dead in the eyes, he holds his hands up as if to make a pledge.

"I promise we'll follow at a safe distance. At the sight of danger, I leg it."

Without waiting another moment, Ricardo slowly walks in the direction the Haxorus left, intending to follow behind ... hopefully without being seen.


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The plateau loomed quietly in the cloudless evening sky, peering out across the many varied lands of the Cloud Gardens, watching it, guarding it. Receiving the shadows cast upon it's face by the setting sun, the massive rock formation causes the darkness to seem completely inferior, insubstantial in comparison to the strength of the solemn, mysterious protector of the flourishing lands around it. The layers of stone blend together along its face, creating a fusion of pale, dusty hues of red and brown, some of the shades not unlike the colors of the dusk sky. Viewed from the height of the plateau, the sun seemed to be hiding behind the edge of the world, retreating from the bustling environment of forests, rivers, and stars it had been overseeing for the day. The surrounding sky melted together, mixing and matching stunningly calming tones of colors ranging from oranges to yellows to a couple streams of violet. Slowly, twinkling stars added their own far off influence to the mix, creating sparkling points of focus among the flowing backdrop. Despite this intermingling to colors, the mountain remained separated, peacefully sitting in its lonesome and keeping the world calm with its presence alone. It payed no heed to the small, insignificant figures which had found themselves journeying across its back.

Atop the mesa, a curious trio steadily approached the edge of the platform facing the setting sun. In no hurry, the trainer, hands in the pockets of a dark, verdant hoodie, strolled alongside a Poochyena of the opposite mentality. The little pup pawed at any sizeable rock it stumbled upon, pushing it around and bounding after it in every direction it went until she came across another pebble that caught her eye. Every once in awhile, the pooch wouldn’t be able to find one of her well camouflaged toy, so she’d keep her energized, unstoppable legs moving by jogging laps around her new trainer, who looked down at her from time to time with a light chuckle. She’d been able to gather that he wasn’t the most excitable person around, at least from what she’d seen, but she decided he was kind to her. That was all she needed. His friend, if she could even call him that, was even more of a mystery to her, however. That “friend” sat perched on Spark’s shoulder, peering into the distance before them, paying no attention to his new companion. The Murkrow simply stared straight ahead, allowing the light breeze of the evening to rustle his feather, making no attempts to fix them. The most mysterious thing about the bird was that she couldn’t tell whether he was nice or mean, friend or not. She looked at him and simply got nothing.

Just as he legs began to become sore from overuse, Spark found himself just before the edge of the highland. Out in front of him, the lands of the Cloud Gardens reached towards the horizons, painting a masterpiece of dreamlike forests and enchanted bodies of various sorts of water. Smiling lightly to himself, he simply stood there, taking in the view until he felt a light peck on the side of his head, accompanied by a curt caw. Feeling a tug at his backpack, Spark took the hint and sat down, swinging the pack onto the ground in front of him. Hopping off his trainer’s shoulder, Chord hovered just above the bag, grabbing a dangling zipper in his beak. Meticulously, he unzipped the section of the bag, and Spark reached in to remove a reasonable helping of Pokemon food, two bowls, and a package containing an assortment of nuts and seeds. As soon as he placed the food bowls onto the ground, the frolicking Poochyena stopped chasing a skittering rock, turned on the dial, and rushed right to position, sitting and looking up at her trainer expectantly. “Looks like we’re all ready then,” Spark commented as he poured the two of them their food. After doing so, he walked towards the edge of the tabletop, and got onto all fours. Carefully, he stuck his head out, and looked downwards, taking in the fact that he’d finally reached his destination. It really was a trek to get up here. But even though we haven’t seen any showers, this view makes it pretty worth it. I really should hike more… he thought to himself as he crawled backwards before standing. Turning around, he saw the young pooch struggling to finish her food, slowly taking a couple more small bites before her speed decresed to a near standstill. I’m surprised Neko’s kept up so well, too. I guess she’s the type to never run out of energy. Carrying on, Spark returned to where his backpack was gathering dust on the rough ground, and began removing some supplies for the night, including a sleeping bag and lantern.

Meanwhile, Neko had given up in her attempts to finish all the food her trainer had put out for her. Despite her constant use of energy, her appetite had never been spectacular, and though it was a valiant effort by her, the mound of food before her had conquered her little tummy. Pondering it ever so briefly, she decided to try to move things along with her new comrade. As Chord bit into his final cluster of seeds, Neko nudged her bowl into his, and arfed for his attention. Swallowing, Chord gave her a momentary glance before giving a single shake of his head and taking to the skies. When he took flight, Neko whimpered for a moment, but immediately stopped herself, stamping her right foremost paw on the ground. Despite how the odds seemed to be stacked against her, she decided then and there that she would somehow break through to him. And by break through, for now she figured getting him to talk to her would be a good enough first step. Invigorated by her newly found determination, she pushed the empty and near empty bowl back to Spark’s bag. Turning to head towards her trainer’s sleeping back, she stopped momentarily, noticing something odd about the sleeping bag he was lying in. At the foot, there seemed to be an extension past where his feet ended. It appeared to be a nest-like bed made out of sticks and pine straw of the same black color as the rest of the sleeping bag. However, even she could tell they weren’t the real thing, and instead, they were connected to the sleeping bag in someway, appearing to be custom made. As she pondered it, Chord descended from the sky, and settled into the nest, emitting a yawning caw to his trainer before closing his eyelids for some rest. Noticing the pup’s curious gaze, Spark beckoned her over, and she eagerly complied, dashing over to her trainer and taking advantage of his position to give him a couple slobbery licks. “Alright, alright, that’s enough,” he begged when he was able to between the licks and his chuckling. Stopping her assault, Neko sat beside his head, and he threw an arm over to scratch the top of her head. “Anyways, if you’re wondering, he’ll be up again if any stars fly by tonight. It may not seem like it, but I don’t think he’d miss that…” Sadly, this consolation didn’t ease her confusion much, but Neko decided to forget about it for now. Nodding, she climbed up onto Spark’s chest, pawed around a bit, and plopped herself down in a fashion far too Glameow-like for a Poochyena. Wait, what are you doing? Spark thought as she began preparing his chest for resting. Oh crap. “OOF!” Spark exhaled sharply as she allowed herself to simply fall on him. For a few seconds, his breathing became heavy and forceful as his eyes felt like they’d dislodged themselves slightly, but soon enough, he managed to recapture his breath, though he was far from comfortable. Welp, I guess this will keep me awake for any showers...I don’t have the heart to tell her to move anyways.

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Aposteriori: The jagged heights of Delibird Ridge are awe-inspiring, their sharp cliff edges standing starkly against a cloud-strewn sky. To you, they represent a dual opportunity — the prospect of learning more about both the habits of winged Pokemon in general, and the nature of one winged dragon in particular. Fafnir eyes the distant shapes of fluttering birds, which likely remain distant for good reason: even at a young age, she still cuts an imposing shape, all rough scales and sharp claws. The two of you don’t know each other very well yet, but she seems ready to face this trek and all it represents.

The morning is well under way as the two of you draw near, searching for a sign of some trail. Even at the foot of the mountain, the rocky ground already slopes upward, steeper and steeper. There’s a challenge even in reaching the lowest ledge, much less the lofty height of the ridge itself. With this in mind, you and Fafnir scan the scene before you in hopes of finding a manageable path. Soon you spot a dusty trail not far off winding its way up the mountain, and you set forth to start your adventure.

For the next several minutes you hike up the path, looking around at the surrounding rugged beauty. The plant life gradually becomes sparser the further up you go, but that doesn’t affect the fauna in the slightest: birds flutter past the cliffside, on the lookout for their next meal. There’s a surprising variety of wildlife in the place, from the ever-adaptable Pidgey to a few species that would seem more at home in some other biome. The Pokemon keep their distance — they’ve seen quite a few humans in their time — but they’re not so far off that you can’t enjoy watching them go about their lives.

After some time, you start to hear voices not too far away. They’re not particularly loud, but they’re certainly argumentative. And soon, as you’ve walked further still, you round a rocky bend only to see a pair of trainers glaring at each other, both probably still in their mid to late teens. The girl is fully decked out in hiking gear, with her bubblegum-pink hair tied back in a ponytail; the guy, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, looks like he’d gotten dressed under the assumption that Delibird Ridge is a modest dune overlooking a sandy beach. Before you can skirt past them, the two of them notice you, the girl’s brow furrowing while the guy’s eyes light up. “Ha!” he crows, gesturing toward you. “I told you it’d be no big deal to run into someone else! I can work with this guy, no problem.” He shoots you a grin. “You like hang gliding, right?”

“Hand gliding is sort of not my thing” You see, what the other trainer fails to realize that Aposteriori has an intrinsic fear of heights. It does not hold him back per say, but it surely makes him feel uncomfortable. Then again, he is not one to let others really know his fears. Aposteriori reluctantly disagrees to go hand gliding all the same. He uses a poor excuse as his reason. “Folks, I just finished eating, I don’t think my stomach will be able to handle gliding for a while.” He did notice that the pair was quarreling. As we walked up to them, Fafnir looked particularly unsettled at seeing two people argue.

“Fafnir, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, we can walk away from this situation. You understand?” His companion pokemon nods with a melancholy smile. The trainer seems to continue to notice the personality of Druddigon, he is unsure if the interaction with other humans is what is making her discontent, or the actual arguing. Still, the trainer believes that Fafnir should turn a new leash, and keeping her completely isolated will do her no favors. He thinks that breaking her into human interactions could possibly help her open up. Disagreements are part of human nature after all.

The two continue to interact with the trainers, examining their apparel. He is not sure what the guy or the girl are arguing about, and he is not very good at solving conflicts. After declining the offer to hand glide, Aposteriori delves into their personal problems if only to settle the argument. At no point is he going to be the world’s problem solver, but these two seem to have something easy to fix. Maybe Fafnir will learn something out of the interaction. Aposteriori looks at both trainers and inquires “Hey guys, is there any other way I can help solve this quarrel?”


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Connor: Again disregarding Mistral's concerns, you decide to cautiously head in the direction the Haxorus had gone in. While you can't see it ahead of you, you can't help but feel the need to check behind any nearby trees that looked large enough to potentially conceal the dragon for the sake of avoiding a repeat of what had happened earlier. However, it doesn't seem to be around, for you manage make your way into the clearing unopposed.

You glance about the area for anything of interest, but the only thing that catches your eye is a log positioned in the center of the clearing; presumably a seat for the singer you had heard earlier. Upon closer inspection, it looks as though it was cut only recently, for the sap on it has yet to dry. You wonder if it was perhaps the doing of the Haxorus you had seen earlier, though no sooner then the thought crosses your mind, you hear an all-too-familiar roar from behind you that makes your heart skip a beat.

You turn around and look to see the Haxorus sticking its head out of a bush towards the entrance of clearing, one that was far too small to conceal it had it been standing, but just big enough to for it work if it was in a prone position. It seems to have expected that you'd follow it, and you couldn't help but feel a little foolish for being a little more meticulous in your inspection of your surroundings as Mistral gives you a look that could only mean "I told you so". However, it was too late for any regrets, as the dragon immediately leaps out of the bushes and begins to charge towards you at full speed, which prompts your human instincts to make you do what would come naturally in such a situation: Run.

You move as fast as you can, oblivious to the fact that you're charging off into the unknown for safety was your only concern at the moment. However, it's quite clear that the Haxorus has the speed advantage, for as much as you wind and weave through the trees, it's able to keep pace with you, even plowing straight through some of the ones it's unable to avoid. More strangely, though, it feels as like it's trying to chase you somewhere in particular, for it while it permits you to turn in some directions, it redirects its course to cut you off at other times.

After what feels like a few minutes of running, you begin to feel quite exhausted, though it's around that same time that you step onto another path in the forest. When you look back, you notice that the Haxorus has suddenly come to a stop. It simply stares at you for a moment before slowly walking behind you while remaining at a distance. It seems as though it wants you to follow the path or perhaps intends to make you follow it, as it emits a low growl and motions with its head in a manner that could only be telling you to move forward. You reluctantly oblige, realizing that you've gotten yourself completely lost at this point and that it definitely knows the lay of the land better then you do.

The path, while paved with bricks, looks like it hasn't been used or maintained for a very long time as chips and cracks can be seen all about and it's heavily overgrown, with the foliage reaching about a foot onto the path. While you hear the sounds of Pokemon around you now, you find your ears mostly focused on the heavy thuds of Haxorus's feet as it follows behind you; far enough for you to feel fairly comfortable, though not enough to keep you from looking back frequently. However, it isn't long before you come across something rather peculiar that diverts your attention away from the dragon.

Sticking out of the bushes a few meters ahead you of is a vine, unlike any manner of plant life you've seen in the forest so far. It's adorned with a trio of three-pointed, fan-like leaves, and looks more like something you'd expect to see in a jungle. As you begin to lean in a closer look, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder, and impulsively thinking it to be Mistral turn your head in the direction of the disturbance, but instead find yourself looking at a young lady standing in the bushes only a few feet away from you. She utters a rather blunt "Hi." before you jump back in surprise, which sends her into a giggling fit.

She's wearing a light green hoodie; the hood of which is covering most of her face, lending her a mysterious air. Light blonde hair flows out from within her hood down to her chest, and she's carrying a white lacy parasol in her right hand with a matching white handbag slung over her shoulder. After a few seconds of laughter, she calms herself with a sigh before speaking to you.

"So... What brings you here?, she asks curiously before putting on a cheery, yet devious-looking smirk. From the sound of her voice, you feel fairly certain she's the one you heard singing earlier, and looking about, you notice that the Haxorus has drawn much closer then before which adds credence to that thought, for it seems be her guardian. You also notice that the vine from before has vanished, presumably having actually been part of some manner of Pokemon, and perhaps one the girl intends to use for some manner of other prank...
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MarbleZone: You inquired to the girl as to why she had guessed the Pokemon at your side was a Hydreigon, knowing that to one with no sight a Volcarona would sound very similar, as they possessed an equal number of wings. She answers quite readily, though she still looks uneasy presumably not feeling entirely certain that she can trust you.

"Ah... Well, that's because my younger brother's dearest friend is also a Hydreigon.", she replies, which seemed to make the identity of the two whom she referred to as Maxwell and Ace earlier clear. "The two of them are inseparable and I generally travel with them as well, so the sound of those wings is quite recognizable to me. I also had a fair hand in helping my brother to raise that dragon into the majestic beast he is now, so I daresay he is as nearly as dear to me as my own Pokemon."

When she makes mention of her Pokemon, you notice that her tone becomes rather grim, and you begin to suspect why she sounded so distressed earlier, having also noticed that she doesn't have anything on her person that could be used to store personal belongings such as Pokeballs.

After a moment of hesitation, she collects herself, and speaks again, deciding open up to you more and introduce herself properly.

"My name is Marilyn Raines. I'm a specialist in Psychic type Pokemon, and as you can see, I, well...can't see. It was an unfortunate side-effect of my premature birth and one that cannot be cured through any known treatment. I'm thankful my brother was not a victim of a similar curse...".

Marilyn then releases another sigh before continuing to explain her circumstances.

"However, despite my condition I've been able live my life largely unhindered, all thanks to a precious Chimecho of mine. He is more then just a partner and friend...he also acts as my eyes. Through an extensive training process, my little Timbre honed his psychic abilities in a way that allows him to sync his mind with my own, and in turn, enables me to see the world through his eyes. It was a solution my father eventually found after he learned no doctor could assist me, though not a simple one, nor inexpensive..."

She begins lose her composure again as she thinks of what to say next, as it seems she's reached the subject of her present dilemma.

"But now, he has been taken from me, along with my belongings and other Pokemon. This place is disarmingly beautiful. We let our guard down, and we were attacked by someone from behind. Timbre is not skilled at combat, and I had neglected to allow one of my more able fighters to accompany me at the time. I could only catch a brief glimpse of our assailant before our connection was severed, but I know that they were human, and most likely accompanied by a Pokemon of some sort. I also know for certain that they went deeper into this place, for while me and Timbre are unable to share our thoughts at a distance, we still possess enough of a link for me to sense his presence, which is quite far ahead at this time..."

Finally, in a very formal display of humility, she gets on her knees, places her hands in her lap, and lowers her head before making a request to you.

"If you intend to venture into the depths of this place, would it be troublesome if I were to accompany you?", she pleas. "I need not be held by the hand or anything like that. Simply having someone's lead to follow would be more then sufficient. You also seem to be a talented trainer if you possess a Hydreigon, one who could likely handle any unknown dangers that may lie ahead, perhaps along with that ruffian who deprived me of my beloved friends..."
Luther’s stomach turned upon hearing the young woman’s story. Not because of her, who could not be blamed for her flaw, but because of the creature who agreed to exist as her eyes its entire life – a Psychic-Type Pokemon artificially trained to exhaustion to serve its imperfect human master.

Few things revolt me more than a Psychic-Type’s irrational obedience. That Chimecho could break her mind and make her its slave effortlessly, as could all Pokemon capable of wielding psy-power. To allow itself to be manipulated to that extent…

He shook his head, trying to overcome his disgust. The girl wasn’t guilty of any misdeed, despite being even weaker than the average human. She was diseased since birth and was fortunate enough to find a higher power to guide her. Without it, she was naturally at a loss – and despite his inherent disdain for Psychic-Types, the act of stealing and mistreating a Pokemon was the most unforgivable of sins. If only for that, he would track down the perpetrators, retrieve the creatures and lay waste to the worthless humans who committed the crime.
Sensing his inner turmoil, Ruin roared in synchronous rage, eyes glowing an ominous red. She knew that her master’s quiet fury was often a gateway for her to unleash her violent instincts, even if she felt nothing in the way of compassion for the blind girl or her Chimecho.

- I understand your predicament, Miss Marilyn. I will retrieve your Timbre, under one condition: I can do as I please to those who took it away once we meet them. If you agree to my terms, feel free to join me. Having seen what you can do, I do not doubt you will be able to follow. So, where to?

He tried telling himself that he knew nothing of the assailant’s intentions and that, in his early forties, he should be wise enough to hear all sides of any argument. But when humans dared to take liberties with Pokemon, the clearly superior species, that was the one situation where his rationality was compromised.

Worthless human scum.


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MarbleZone: You agree to help Marilyn retrieve her Pokemon, but while you didn't describe exactly what you intended to do to her assailant once the time arrived, Ruin conveyed your deadly intent to the girl quite clearly with her ferocious roar; an uneasy look creeping onto her face. She seems to sense the dragon's malice all too well, her association with a member of her species likely playing a part, though you get a distinct impression the Ace whom she spoke of was a very different Hydreigon; perhaps one trained to suppress his dark tendencies rather then embrace them.

"Very well.", she replies after some hesitation. "The safety of my Pokemon is a far greater concern to me then that of some inconsiderate thief".

"As for where to go, the path only continues in one direction from as far as I was able to see.", she continues. "I can sense that the one who took Timbre is up ahead somewhere, but I cannot help but question why they opted to head deeper into this place, rather then escape it. Perhaps their real reason for coming here still lies ahead?"

It seems that whoever took her Pokemon may be more then some ordinary thief. After all, the Space Path had a reputation for being dangerous, though it hadn't demonstrated such to you yet. But that is something that was of no concern for the time being, so you press on, Ruin following close behind and looking plenty fired up, with Marilyn trailing after her.

The young lady now walks with sureness in her steps, no longer having the awkwardness she did previously with someone to guide her. At a glance, one wouldn't even be able to tell there was anything wrong with her at all, for she had opted to forgo the usual equipment lacking sight would possess. She evidently relied completely on her Pokemon to guide her way; the thought of which still troubles you, knowing the Chimecho she had spoken of likely had little freedom such a duty to fulfill.

After perhaps another ten minutes or so, the path begins to wind through an asteroid field. The hunks of rock slowly rotate in place, some only the size of a basketball, others as big as a bus and some of them are also close enough to touch, which you can't help but do, wondering if they're as real seemed to be. They prove to be solid as the path beneath your feet, which only raises more questions as to the nature of the place.

It's shortly after that you hear Marilyn suddenly speak from behind you, which almost makes you jump, and provokes a startled growl from Ruin, for she had remained silent the entire time, seemingly not wanting to trifle you with idle chatter. "I don't believe you've properly introduced you and your...partner.", she says in a somewhat stern manner, pausing a moment to choose that particular word to describe Ruin with. It seems like she doesn't think you have much of a bond with her for some reason, and also seems a little annoyed by your lack of an introduction earlier. As someone evidently of a higher class, such manners were likely more important to her then the average sort.

However, before you can respond, Ruin emits another growl, and begins to scan the area in a fashion more urgent then she had previously. "We're not alone, it seems.", Marilyn states shortly before you hear some faint sounds coming from the asteroids up above you...


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Connor: Again disregarding Mistral's concerns, you decide to cautiously head in the direction the Haxorus had gone in. While you can't see it ahead of you, you can't help but feel the need to check behind any nearby trees that looked large enough to potentially conceal the dragon for the sake of avoiding a repeat of what had happened earlier. However, it doesn't seem to be around, for you manage make your way into the clearing unopposed.

You glance about the area for anything of interest, but the only thing that catches your eye is a log positioned in the center of the clearing; presumably a seat for the singer you had heard earlier. Upon closer inspection, it looks as though it was cut only recently, for the sap on it has yet to dry. You wonder if it was perhaps the doing of the Haxorus you had seen earlier, though no sooner then the thought crosses your mind, you hear an all-too-familiar roar from behind you that makes your heart skip a beat.

You turn around and look to see the Haxorus sticking its head out of a bush towards the entrance of clearing, one that was far too small to conceal it had it been standing, but just big enough to for it work if it was in a prone position. It seems to have expected that you'd follow it, and you couldn't help but feel a little foolish for being a little more meticulous in your inspection of your surroundings as Mistral gives you a look that could only mean "I told you so". However, it was too late for any regrets, as the dragon immediately leaps out of the bushes and begins to charge towards you at full speed, which prompts your human instincts to make you do what would come naturally in such a situation: Run.

You move as fast as you can, oblivious to the fact that you're charging off into the unknown for safety was your only concern at the moment. However, it's quite clear that the Haxorus has the speed advantage, for as much as you wind and weave through the trees, it's able to keep pace with you, even plowing straight through some of the ones it's unable to avoid. More strangely, though, it feels as like it's trying to chase you somewhere in particular, for it while it permits you to turn in some directions, it redirects its course to cut you off at other times.

After what feels like a few minutes of running, you begin to feel quite exhausted, though it's around that same time that you step onto another path in the forest. When you look back, you notice that the Haxorus has suddenly come to a stop. It simply stares at you for a moment before slowly walking behind you while remaining at a distance. It seems as though it wants you to follow the path or perhaps intends to make you follow it, as it emits a low growl and motions with its head in a manner that could only be telling you to move forward. You reluctantly oblige, realizing that you've gotten yourself completely lost at this point and that it definitely knows the lay of the land better then you do.

The path, while paved with bricks, looks like it hasn't been used or maintained for a very long time as chips and cracks can be seen all about and it's heavily overgrown, with the foliage reaching about a foot onto the path. While you hear the sounds of Pokemon around you now, you find your ears mostly focused on the heavy thuds of Haxorus's feet as it follows behind you; far enough for you to feel fairly comfortable, though not enough to keep you from looking back frequently. However, it isn't long before you come across something rather peculiar that diverts your attention away from the dragon.

Sticking out of the bushes a few meters ahead you of is a vine, unlike any manner of plant life you've seen in the forest so far. It's adorned with a trio of three-pointed, fan-like leaves, and looks more like something you'd expect to see in a jungle. As you begin to lean in a closer look, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder, and impulsively thinking it to be Mistral turn your head in the direction of the disturbance, but instead find yourself looking at a young lady standing in the bushes only a few feet away from you. She utters a rather blunt "Hi." before you jump back in surprise, which sends her into a giggling fit.

She's wearing a light green hoodie; the hood of which is covering most of her face, lending her a mysterious air. Light blonde hair flows out from within her hood down to her chest, and she's carrying a white lacy parasol in her right hand with a matching white handbag slung over her shoulder. After a few seconds of laughter, she calms herself with a sigh before speaking to you.

"So... What brings you here?, she asks curiously before putting on a cheery, yet devious-looking smirk. From the sound of her voice, you feel fairly certain she's the one you heard singing earlier, and looking about, you notice that the Haxorus has drawn much closer then before which adds credence to that thought, for it seems be her guardian. You also notice that the vine from before has vanished, presumably having actually been part of some manner of Pokemon, and perhaps one the girl intends to use for some manner of other prank...
Deciding to follow the Haxorus deeper into the forest, Ricardo can't help but smile as Mistral falls in line beside him, constantly mumbling under his breath but unwilling to leave his trainer all the same. While the Shuppet was clearly opposed to Ricardo's ideals fundamentally, the two still shared a certain bond, and that showed more through actions than words. Moving vautiously despite his typical blasé attitude, Ricardo gradually moves deeper into the forest, surprised that no sight of the Haxorus had actually been confirmed yet. If anything, this hung on his mind more than anything else - something that big and reportedly ferocious should surely leave some sort of a trail, right?

Right. Turns out the crafty bugger had been lying in wait, certain that Ricardo would follow him. As soon as the armour plated Dragon rises into the air, his full height being put on full display, Ricardo raises his arms to his chest in a surrendering motion, gingerly moving back so as not to incite any sort of an immediate, violent reaction. The look on the face of his soon to be pursuer was not one of mercy, and Mistral cursed in thought, before berating Ricardo once again.

- I bloody told you so. I bloody. Told you so. What a fine mess this is, you ass. -

"Yes. Well. Quite. Run. Quick."

The punctuated words were more than enough. With a drastic scrambling, the pair begin to leg it through the forest, scrambling across the forest bed. Their pace was admirable, but as they ran, Ricardo couldn't help but think there was more out of place. Surely a Haxorus would be able to outrun them on a straight like this, no matter how awkward the navigation? Thoughts like that were soon chased to the back of his mind though, relegated in importance. All that was important right now was survival. His legs were tiring though, and the thudding behind him proved that the Haxorus wasn't relenting in it's chase. Then, without warning, the thudding seems to stop, and turning, Ricardo notices that Haxorus was indeed now standing still, growling at him and indicating for Ricardo to continue following the path. His mouth hangs open for a moment, wondering if he should question the motives ... but then it snaps shut again. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth - he may be being bossed about by a Pokemon, but that Pokemon could easily maim him ... or worse. Orders were orders.

Marching on along the path presented before him, Ricardo muses that where the rest of the forest seemed untouched by human hands, this area was in fact paved with bricks - albeit overrun with wildlife. Considering this another musing to be dealt with later - when he wasn't being hounded by a possibly murderous Haxorus - Ricardo simply continues to follow the path, Mistral grumbling about the predicament he had gotten them into the entire way. Abruptly, Ricardo stops, something catching his eye. Jutting out from a bush immediately in front of them, a few feet along the path, was a distinctly abnormal looking vine. A strange leaf was attached to the end of it, and it definitely had an air of suspicion about it. Before Ricardo could qustion it further though, someone tapped his shoulder, and turning around expecting it to be Mistral with another complaint, Ricardo finds himself taken completely by surprise.

Standing in front of him was a young woman, presumably the source of the singing voice from earlier, and she was dressed in a manner which startled him. Rather than someone who he would typify as belonging in a remote forest like this, she was dressed surprisingly ... normally. Her giggling at his sudden surprise was beginning to irk him somewhat, but at the same time her tones were almost infectious, and Ricardo can't help but crack a small smile as she asks about his intentions.

"I could ask you the same, a lovely dame like yourself. Still, it's rude not to answer. I'm a trainer ... obviously. I was just wandering, I thought I could find a good adventure in here. Nothing more than that, don't worry."


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Connor: The mysterious girl blushes and brings a hand to her mouth sheepishly at your remark, perhaps not used to such flattery. "I see.", she replies after regaining her composure. "As for me, I come out to this forest every day. Being around nature has always been refreshing to me, and the Pokemon here enjoy my singing. They're the only audience I can have these days due to my...circumstances."

She then pauses to take a deep breath and release it before continuing, seemingly a bit nervous about something. "If it's an adventure you're looking for, I'd be happy to act as a guide. That is, if you're comfortable having someone like me around..."

You wonder what she means by that as she abruptly unfurls her parasol and holds it out at arm's length in front of you, obscuring your vision of her as she finally decides to step out of the bushes. Almost at that same moment, you feel something wrap itself around your legs, and you quickly look down to see that weird vine from earlier; now readily identifiable as a Serperior's tail, as it's emerged from the bushes more then before for the sake of restraining you, and you can clearly see its distinctive markings.

You impulsively try to wrest yourself free, to which the coils simply tighten, though not enough to cause more then some slight discomfort. The Haxorus, who up until this moment had been watching quietly roars at you defiantly, evidently not approving of your actions, though he shortly settles down at the sound of the girl's voice.

"Calm down, Hector.", she says firmly. "You don't need to worry about someone like him harming me." Her choice of words is again rather unusual and when you direct your attention back towards her, you understand why she's neglected to make any mention of the Serperior, but are left totally speechless by what you see.

The girl is now completely visible, holding her parasol over her shoulder in a rather showy pose. She's wearing a denim skirt that would likely cover down to just above her knees; that is, if she had any. In lieu of legs, an elegantly-patterned serpentine body flows out from beneath her casual wear, and it becomes clear that the tail currently entangling your legs was in fact hers. She removes her hood to reveal her face, which is every bit as beautiful as you might've imagined, though her eyes are a striking hue of crimson and clearly inhuman. She briefly flashes a smile at your surprise before she puts on a more glum look.

"I apologize that I had Hector chase you all the way out here.", she says in a regretful tone as she straightens her hair, bringing most of it behind her head before fastening it in place with a red barrette. "It's been years since I've had any human company, and I've grown quite tired of this hiding, though I'd prefer to limit the knowledge of my existence to as few people as possible, so speaking to you somewhere isolated seemed like the best choice. The last thing I want is to have this forest crawling with researchers, reporters, and other such troublesome folk."

She then releases her grip on your legs, and shifts her eyes away from you before she continues speaking, seeming very unsure of herself. "I can understand if you'd just like to get out of here now. If you follow this old road back the way you came, you'll get your bearings soon enough. But if you'd like to see what this forest has to offer, just name it, and I'm sure I can take you there. Relaxing, mysterious, or thrilling... There's sights here for every sort to enjoy within this little world of mine..."


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Rainbow Waterfalls: A lush green area with many caves and secret hideouts. Pokemon of all kinds are drawn to the area due to its serenity and rich source of nutrition. The spray from the waterfalls create many rainbows which hang in the skies above making it a popular destination for pokemon trainers and tourists alike.


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A vast space of greenery beckons Frinth, as he decides to traverse once again around the world as a Trainer. His Lapras, and Combee have been left behind, yet his Treecko still lightly skips around by his side. His other pokemon were still kept under his protection, frolicking in his Frost Citadel.

Frinth had been hoping to search for other Trainers and possibly multiple people to interact with, after spending time in a different world. He had been isolated for a long time, separated by other humans of this world. His Treecko was equipped with a universal Pokemon translator, so he was able to converse with him by portable headsets. As they walk around looking for possible tourists, adventurers, and trainers, Frinth starts a bit of banter with his old friend, Trick. “So, I’m guessing you’ve never really met the Lapras I’ve gotten a few years back.”

“You’ve left him on his own for years. And same with Alternia. That’s quite disappointing, really.” Trick replies, sighing with slight disappointment.
“Well, I’ve been getting calls to fulfill lots of requirements in the Otherworld, so I’ve not had enough time to tend to hobbies. It wasn’t entirely my fault, you know?”
“Hobbies? This is supposed to be your passion
“I see.”

Frinth walks silently with Trick, and Trick stops skipping around as soon as they stopped conversing. Trick stares off into the distance, straight at the falls. Sounds of pokemon and lots of other noises fill the silence they created, something that exists, yet also technically a bit of void. Frinth breaks the silence.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bitten off more than I could chew.”
Trick looks back up at him, and smirks. “It’s fine. What matters is that, you’re back. And no matter how busy you’ll be, at least you know your limits now.”

And they continue their search.

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MarbleZone: You agree to help Marilyn retrieve her Pokemon, but while you didn't describe exactly what you intended to do to her assailant once the time arrived, Ruin conveyed your deadly intent to the girl quite clearly with her ferocious roar; an uneasy look creeping onto her face. She seems to sense the dragon's malice all too well, her association with a member of her species likely playing a part, though you get a distinct impression the Ace whom she spoke of was a very different Hydreigon; perhaps one trained to suppress his dark tendencies rather then embrace them.

"Very well.", she replies after some hesitation. "The safety of my Pokemon is a far greater concern to me then that of some inconsiderate thief".

"As for where to go, the path only continues in one direction from as far as I was able to see.", she continues. "I can sense that the one who took Timbre is up ahead somewhere, but I cannot help but question why they opted to head deeper into this place, rather then escape it. Perhaps their real reason for coming here still lies ahead?"

It seems that whoever took her Pokemon may be more then some ordinary thief. After all, the Space Path had a reputation for being dangerous, though it hadn't demonstrated such to you yet. But that is something that was of no concern for the time being, so you press on, Ruin following close behind and looking plenty fired up, with Marilyn trailing after her.

The young lady now walks with sureness in her steps, no longer having the awkwardness she did previously with someone to guide her. At a glance, one wouldn't even be able to tell there was anything wrong with her at all, for she had opted to forgo the usual equipment lacking sight would possess. She evidently relied completely on her Pokemon to guide her way; the thought of which still troubles you, knowing the Chimecho she had spoken of likely had little freedom such a duty to fulfill.

After perhaps another ten minutes or so, the path begins to wind through an asteroid field. The hunks of rock slowly rotate in place, some only the size of a basketball, others as big as a bus and some of them are also close enough to touch, which you can't help but do, wondering if they're as real seemed to be. They prove to be solid as the path beneath your feet, which only raises more questions as to the nature of the place.

It's shortly after that you hear Marilyn suddenly speak from behind you, which almost makes you jump, and provokes a startled growl from Ruin, for she had remained silent the entire time, seemingly not wanting to trifle you with idle chatter. "I don't believe you've properly introduced you and your...partner.", she says in a somewhat stern manner, pausing a moment to choose that particular word to describe Ruin with. It seems like she doesn't think you have much of a bond with her for some reason, and also seems a little annoyed by your lack of an introduction earlier. As someone evidently of a higher class, such manners were likely more important to her then the average sort.

However, before you can respond, Ruin emits another growl, and begins to scan the area in a fashion more urgent then she had previously. "We're not alone, it seems.", Marilyn states shortly before you hear some faint sounds coming from the asteroids up above you...


Marilyn's tone and choice of words did not go unnoticed by the older Helford. Luther smirked to himself before issuing a response, amused at how she, too, erroneously perceives his relationship with his Pokemon to be one of "partnership".

She cannot fathom the insignificance of Man compared to these creatures. To consider myself Ruin's "partner" would be at the very least insulting; if anything, I'm a conduit through which she, much like all my other Pokemon, exerts her rule. People putting themselves on equal footing with the beasts that can destroy them... it has to end some day.

Before Luther could reply, however, something stirred above them, catching the blind woman's attantion as well as Ruin's. The black dragon growled, commanding Luther's swift attention, and the Dark-Type veteran didn't falter.

- Not alone indeed. Would be disappointed if it were the case.

Although it'd be a matter of time before the uninvited guest, or guests, came to light, Luther would have appreciated a preemptive look at the approaching company. He wasn't fond of surprises, most of all not in his line of work, but he'd have to learn to accept them - it'd been so long since he walked the wandering Trainer's path that he'd grown unaccustomed to unforeseen events, but there was no denying those would only serve to make him, and his Pokemon family, stronger.

- Stay sharp Ruin. Strike only if you sense hostility, that feeling you know so well. Lady Marilyn, follow my voice and stay close by; it's the only way I can keep you safe.

Crimson eyes gazing at the starry sky, the dragon scoured the perimeter in search of movement. Embers, sparks and frost gathered on each of Ruin's maws, a Tri Attack to be fired at the slightest hint of confrontation. But despite the human she traveled with considering himself the inferior species, she wholeheartedly trusted Luther Helford - the Hydreigon would hold her ground unless told otherwise, or should any harm befall the black-and-white haired man. The girl, Ruin couldn't care less about.


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Tenorphin: Not feeling particularly comfortable around the gaggle of people hanging around, even when not taking into account the way they notice Cotton’s pink fluffiness, you do your best to ignore them as you head straight for the nurse. When you ask for a room, she cheerfully nods and goes over a list that presumably records who is currently staying in which room. As she reads, her usual smile slips, and she hesitates. “Oh … I didn’t realize so many people were staying here. We’ve been having more tourists than usual this year. Um …” Her brow furrows as she flips to the next page. “I’m sorry, sir. I think we might be all filled up right n—”

Something growls behind you. Only upon looking around do you realize it wasn’t actually a growl at all, but rather as close to one as a human voice can get, as you’re scowled at by a buff man with more travel gear than a dozen trainers would normally carry all together. He pushes you aside, not roughly but not nicely either, and brandishes a key that looks miniscule in his huge hand. “Gotta head out early, Nurse. Wind’s a-changin’.” He drops the key into her hand, not seeming to notice her apparent lack of understanding, and tips his hat. “Much obliged, ma’am.” And he turns and heads out the door, taking a long look Cotton’s candy-colored wool.

The nurse blinks, then shakes her head. “Some people are so strange.” She checks her list again and brightens. “But it looks like we have one room freshly available! Room 112, hm? Let’s see about getting you set up ...”

Once you’re signed in, you briefly pop into your room to check it out — for all his brusqueness, the previous occupant left this place as tidy as he’d found it — and then you and Cotton head outside again, looking to spend some time browsing the shops and such. Out here, among the hustle and bustle of all the passersby, you see a sizable variety of shops, including many whose designs pay homage to areas in the Cloud Garden. Some are rugged and rocky while others are nestled in lush bunches of plants, but there’s one thing they have in common: their exorbitant price tags. Fifteen Pokedollars for a burger? Eighty-five for a dinky “Limited Edition CG11 Poffin”? The tourists who are here for the sake of touring don’t seem to mind, though.

At least there are some places that don’t charge top dollar. A couple places even provide free food for registered trainers, so you and Cotton are able to have a decent meal. All in all, the day’s an interesting one despite the obvious tourist trap scheme going on here.

As you munch on your food, separated from the organized chaos, a flicker of motion catches your eye. Some kind of kerfuffle is happening down the street, drawing more than a few stares. You turn in time to see two people scowling at each other, one a guy in a cowboy hat, the other a girl in a tan shirt and shorts. “I call bull,” the guy is saying. “You don’t know the first thing about this job.”

The girl scoffs. “I have plenty of experience. In fact, I have a client ready to head out tomorrow!” She scans the crowd before eventually settling her gaze on you, and she strides purposefully forward, clasping a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know how he’d handle the wilds without me.”

The guy squints, looking skeptical. “You don’t have any clients lined up, ya harpy. Quit pulling my leg.”

“You can deny it if you want, but it’s true. We’re pretty excited about this adventure, aren’t we?” Before you can protest, she shoots you an almost pleading look. “Play along,” she mumbles from the corner of her mouth, never breaking her smile. “No charge, okay? Just work with me here.”

What will you do?




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Emi: Lying here in a soft bed of flowers, drinking in the comforting scent of vibrant lilies, you feel the tension ease from your body. Surgei’s wings buzz as he hovers by your side, keeping an eye on both you and Bora. Even if he’s not fully used to the idea of two souls sharing one body, his concern for your well-being is palpable. Going through so much turmoil, both internal and external, has exhausted you, and knowing that your Yanmega is watching over you makes it easier to lose yourself to the embrace of flower petals. It’s been so tiring …

You’re woken from your dozing when someone tentatively shakes your shoulder. Groggily, you peer up into the face of a girl probably just entering her teens; noticing you looking back at her, she eeps and pulls back. “Sorry,” she says. Maybe it’s something about this lane, some kind of reverence that permeates air and grass and stone alike, but her voice is strangely soft, as if she doesn’t dare disturb the eerie hush more than necessary. “I wasn’t sure if you were okay or not. Strange things happen in this place. I don’t think all the stories are true, but …” She pauses, then shakes herself. “It doesn’t matter.”

As you sit up, you take note of your surroundings. The overcast sky hasn’t changed much, and its blanket of clouds continues to roll gently along in the whispering breeze. It can’t have been very long since you fell asleep. In his nest-slash-crash-site, Bora peers up at the girl curiously, while Surgei looks on warily. You consider her as well, and notice that she wears a simple gray dress and has her blond hair tied up in a bun, making her seem a little older than she really is. Perched on the red flower tucked behind her ear is a sleepy Flabébé, whose ears flutter in its attempts to stay awake. The girl holds a bouquet of yellow-gold flowers that you don’t recognize, and a grimy Pokeball peeks out from within her purse.

“Would you happen to know your way around here?” the girl asks. “We’re looking for an obelisk of some kind. I lost track of my family a ways back … all these colorful flowers are just so interesting.” She looks sheepish. “I guess I should’ve been paying more attention.”




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Missingno. Master: Hedwig doesn’t hesitate to get the first hit in, especially if it’s against this creepy rhino. Rhydon might be coming in like an insistent train, but Hedwig is still quick enough to launch an undulating pulse of water at the big lug. The water hums with an almost imperceptible murmur of sound waves in the brief moment between its creation and its impact against Rhydon’s rocky hide … and Rhydon barely notices. Instead it makes a show of throwing its weight around, literally, with a powerful Body Slam. Hedwig is slammed into the ground, none too pleased with the heavy brute, and after a moment of wiggling manages to free herself. Without missing a beat, she readies one wing with an imbuement of shimmering steel, then brings it down on Rhydon. This attack has more of an effect — Rhydon isn’t overly fazed, but at least its hide reverberates with a satisfying clang. With a grunt, Rhydon shoves its hand into the ground, then pulls it out with a fistful of rocks. In quick succession, it tosses all three of them at Hedwig with the intention of blasting her out of the air. Hedwig braces herself, but surprisingly the rocks just kind of bump into her rather than send her spinning into a tree.

With Rhydon giving Hedwig all its attention — if it can be called attention, at least — Meowth takes advantage of the commotion and scampers toward Ninjask. He keeps his distance, not particularly interested in letting one of those heavy feet squish him flat, and manages to reach the prone bug without a scratch. Ninjask, barely conscious, watches blearily as Meowth takes hold of him and heaves, stumbling as he realizes that this bug is a bit heavier than he looks. Cautious, Meowth makes his way back as quickly as he can without dropping Ninjask, managing to avoid a careless sweep of Rhydon’t heavy tail. He deposits Ninjask in front of Kate, who snaps out of her shock and without a word looks over her partner to check out the damage.

Meanwhile, in the other half of the scuffle, Kirlia’s lip curls as Persian advances. Leering blankly, it launches a tirade of what can only be unpleasant Pokemon-speak insults. The Taunt comes off as robotic and stilted, but that doesn’t matter: Persian’s eyes burn with fury as he abandons all subtlety and swipes his claws across Kirlia’s face in a vicious slashing motion. Kirlia’s head snaps back, then forward again as it blasts another Shadow Ball in Persian’s face. The eerie ghost energy knocks Persian out of the way, and with a shudder he picks himself up. His tail twitches in anger before he lunges again, this time using his teeth to Bite the psychic with all the force he can muster. Kirlia yanks its arm away, and though the skinny psychic doesn’t make a sound, Persian allows himself a grin at getting in a good hit.

Emily bites her lip as she watches. “Something’s off here.” Her gaze moves from Persian, who looks at his foe warily in case of another Shadow Ball, to Rhydon, which has a slightly damp patch from where the Water Pulse hit it that doesn’t bother in the slightest. Goosebumps prickle on her arms. “I don’t know if it’s the general weirdness here or what, but these Pokemon aren’t fighting in any way I’ve seen before.”

“No kidding,” Kate remarks, though she doesn’t look up from Ninjask as she tends to his injuries. She dips two fingers into a tiny bottle, then dabs a silvery liquid on a particularly nasty dent in his carapace. “This bit here is too … precise. Rock-type moves favor brute force over discipline and focus, but this?” She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen him fall to something like this before. Could it be some other type of move?”

There isn’t much time for deliberation, though. All four battlers are plenty healthy, and Persian is starting to cool down from his Taunt-induced rage, but the opposition isn’t planning on letting you get the upper hand. Kirlia closes its eyes and concentrates, gently glowing with mystical power; Rhydon drops down and curls itself into a giant spiky ball, rolling slowly but surely in preparation of what can only be a Rollout ...




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Lil’twick: You address the Voltorb in hopes of talking it down, as you’re not exactly in the mood to go picking fights right now. It’s a beautiful night; why waste it by beating each other up? Voltorb still looks suspicious, but as it mulls over your offer, the static electricity surrounding it dies down and it backs away just a little. Its gaze roves from Wisp to your camp and then up toward you, apparently weighing pros and cons, before coming to a decision. Returning to its friends, it manages, with great effort and a lot of awkward wiggling, to shuffle Chimecho onto its spherical body and float it up out of the pit. It has a rather harder time with the much heavier Roggenrola, but between you and Voltorb, the unconscious Pokemon are eventually brought over to rest at your campsite.

The minutes tick by as everyone settles down. Chimecho and Roggenrola lie by the fire, while Voltorb hovers about like an anxious nurse. Wisp resumes his position in your lap, making himself comfortable for the night. The flames dance on, orange and yellow fingers flickering in an attempt to reach the vast darkness above. The last of the shooting stars have streaked by, leaving the night calm and dark once more. It’s as though the world was holding its breath during the display of shooting stars, because now the distant chirps of crickets fill a void that wasn’t noticed before. In this eerie nightly chorus, your thoughts roam where they will, gradually unbound by consciousness ...

When you’re roused from your reverie, the first thing you notice is the splash of orange painting the sky from the distant east, turning inky night into deep-blue dawn — you must have dozed off at some point. The second thing you notice is that Wisp is nudging you, indicating the activity on the other side of the fire’s dying embers. Above a still-unconscious Roggenrola, Voltorb and Chimecho are taking part in a heated discussion, the former buzzing anxiously and bobbing around in the air, the latter doing its best to maintain a soothing jingle. Every now and then they glance at a shape some ways away. It’s hard to tell in the dim light, but it looks like there’s a person approaching.

When he draws near, you can see the satisfaction on his face, the quietly blinking contraption in his hand, and the colors of whatever logo is on his shirt. Noticing his approach, Voltorb’s buzzes grow softer but no less urgent, while Chimecho almost literally lights up. Positively vibrating now, Voltorb zips around and pushes against Roggenrola’s bulk, but it can’t so much as budge the rocky Pokemon.

The man watches this for a moment, then turns his attention to you. “I can’t thank you enough,” he says, voice steady. “I wasn’t sure I could follow their trail for much longer. They’ve got to be brought back as soon as possible. So much to do …” He steps toward Roggenrola, but Voltorb blocks his way, sparking in warning. “This again? You’ve got to give it a rest sometime.” And so the two start trying to shove each other out of the way, while Chimecho looks on, chiming in an attempt at soothing everyone.

Quite an odd situation for so early in the morning. There must be something you’re not seeing, but can you put your finger on it?

Sparkbeat: Gazing out over the vastness of the plateau you’ve just crossed, and the even vaster expanse of the rest of the Cloud Garden, you find it easy to feel insignificant. The browns and greens of deserts and forest stretch out as far as the eye can see, dotted here and there with the sparkling blues of lakes and ponds. In the darkening twilight, stars twinkle into view, emerging in such numbers that even the moon’s light is rivaled in brightness. Even when night falls in full force, you feel the slight disbelieving giddiness of knowing that a sheer drop of hundreds of yards lies mere feet from where you are. Just when you think it can’t get any better than this, a flicker of movement catches your eye, and you get a glimpse of the first shooting star before it streaks out of sight. A second one zips by, followed by a third, then a fourth … You watch in awe as a full-blown shower of stars dazzles the sky above Comet’s Corner, and Neko likewise stares at the display, ears perked, tongue lolling. It’s near-impossible to see Chord’s inky, feathery form as he’s nestled at your feet, but it’s not hard to imagine him looking on with beady, knowing eyes. Here, at the roof of the world, you are surrounded by beauty.

Then another, different motion draws your attention. Not far off, a shape scampers across the rocky ground, its features hidden in the illumination of silvery starlight. Another chases after it, catching up in a few bounds before both fade from view. Farther away, another mysterious creature — a Pokemon? — swoops in a wide arc on broad wings, and before long there are dozens of starlit creatures roaming the plateau, moving too fast to identify. You spend a good while watching them slip in and out of sight, and the moon has climbed a bit higher when a short but bulky shape trots closer to you than any of the others. It’s the only one to acknowledge you at all, glancing at you with unseen eyes as it passes close enough to touch. Without slowing, it walks right off the edge of the cliff … and continues upward. With every step, a circle of light pulses out from underfoot, providing the suggestions of a ghostly, craggy slope. As you stare, it pauses and looks back, tilting its head — you think you can see the outline of horns — and it stands there, waiting. But for what? You? Surely this strange being doesn’t expect you to follow it over a dizzying drop. Neko seems to disagree, though, hopping off of your chest and stepping towards the creature, her tail twitching in curiosity ...




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Aposteriori: The boy looks a little put out when you let him know you’re not interested in throwing yourself off a cliff. “Man, you gotta live a little,” he says. “What’s even the point of getting up this high if you’re not aiming for adrenaline?”

“Hardly.” The girl makes a face. “Most trainers aren’t big adrenaline junkie guys. Stop trying to rope people into your dumb shenanigans.” She looks at you apologetically. “Sorry about him. He’s always trying to do this to people … Anyway, I’m Daisy. No relation. This is my stepbrother, Neil. Don’t listen to a word he says.”

With a snicker, Neil shakes his head and turns away, looking over the edge of the trail to the drop below. “Fine, be that way. I’ll just go off and do my own thing, where all the cool people are.” He gazes up at the sky, trying to be majestic despite squinting from the sun’s insistent rays, and sucks in a breath. “It’s been nice knowing you all. Think of me fondly.” And he leans forward, letting gravity pull him off the mountain.

Naturally, you’re horrified, but before you can react Daisy just huffs. “So reliable. Pulling his dumb dramatic exits … like clockwork, if the clock is right twice a day.” She gestures, and you look down to see Neil gliding lazily on an unseen thermal, having somehow put on some of those glider wings that stretch from hand to foot. “And worst of all, that’s not even actual hang gliding! I’m almost ashamed. Anyway … to answer your question, thank you, but there’s not really anything to be done. I love him, I really do, but we don’t exactly see eye to eye.” She shakes her head, then smiles. “But really, it’s nice to meet you. Is this a Druddigon? I don’t think I’ve seen one in person before.” She admires Fafnir’s tough scales and sharp claws. “She could be useful — sorry, that sounds weird. Let me explain.

“Neil and I have a kind of bet going on. Both of us are pretty into adventuring, but we approach it pretty differently: I plan ahead, but he just kind of goes with the flow and hopes for the best. Every couple months we have a scavenger hunt thing at different locations to see who gets the most out of it. I always do my research ahead of time, yet somehow he beats me at this every time we play.” Her eyes light up. “Say … maybe you can help me after all. We were just talking about possibly coordinating with other trainers this time, and you and your Druddigon look pretty capable. I bet we'd be able to find even the trickiest things without a problem.” She smiles. “What do you say? Are you game?”
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Missingno. Master: Hedwig doesn’t hesitate to get the first hit in, especially if it’s against this creepy rhino. Rhydon might be coming in like an insistent train, but Hedwig is still quick enough to launch an undulating pulse of water at the big lug. The water hums with an almost imperceptible murmur of sound waves in the brief moment between its creation and its impact against Rhydon’s rocky hide … and Rhydon barely notices. Instead it makes a show of throwing its weight around, literally, with a powerful Body Slam. Hedwig is slammed into the ground, none too pleased with the heavy brute, and after a moment of wiggling manages to free herself. Without missing a beat, she readies one wing with an imbuement of shimmering steel, then brings it down on Rhydon. This attack has more of an effect — Rhydon isn’t overly fazed, but at least its hide reverberates with a satisfying clang. With a grunt, Rhydon shoves its hand into the ground, then pulls it out with a fistful of rocks. In quick succession, it tosses all three of them at Hedwig with the intention of blasting her out of the air. Hedwig braces herself, but surprisingly the rocks just kind of bump into her rather than send her spinning into a tree.

With Rhydon giving Hedwig all its attention — if it can be called attention, at least — Meowth takes advantage of the commotion and scampers toward Ninjask. He keeps his distance, not particularly interested in letting one of those heavy feet squish him flat, and manages to reach the prone bug without a scratch. Ninjask, barely conscious, watches blearily as Meowth takes hold of him and heaves, stumbling as he realizes that this bug is a bit heavier than he looks. Cautious, Meowth makes his way back as quickly as he can without dropping Ninjask, managing to avoid a careless sweep of Rhydon’t heavy tail. He deposits Ninjask in front of Kate, who snaps out of her shock and without a word looks over her partner to check out the damage.

Meanwhile, in the other half of the scuffle, Kirlia’s lip curls as Persian advances. Leering blankly, it launches a tirade of what can only be unpleasant Pokemon-speak insults. The Taunt comes off as robotic and stilted, but that doesn’t matter: Persian’s eyes burn with fury as he abandons all subtlety and swipes his claws across Kirlia’s face in a vicious slashing motion. Kirlia’s head snaps back, then forward again as it blasts another Shadow Ball in Persian’s face. The eerie ghost energy knocks Persian out of the way, and with a shudder he picks himself up. His tail twitches in anger before he lunges again, this time using his teeth to Bite the psychic with all the force he can muster. Kirlia yanks its arm away, and though the skinny psychic doesn’t make a sound, Persian allows himself a grin at getting in a good hit.

Emily bites her lip as she watches. “Something’s off here.” Her gaze moves from Persian, who looks at his foe warily in case of another Shadow Ball, to Rhydon, which has a slightly damp patch from where the Water Pulse hit it that doesn’t bother in the slightest. Goosebumps prickle on her arms. “I don’t know if it’s the general weirdness here or what, but these Pokemon aren’t fighting in any way I’ve seen before.”

“No kidding,” Kate remarks, though she doesn’t look up from Ninjask as she tends to his injuries. She dips two fingers into a tiny bottle, then dabs a silvery liquid on a particularly nasty dent in his carapace. “This bit here is too … precise. Rock-type moves favor brute force over discipline and focus, but this?” She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen him fall to something like this before. Could it be some other type of move?”

There isn’t much time for deliberation, though. All four battlers are plenty healthy, and Persian is starting to cool down from his Taunt-induced rage, but the opposition isn’t planning on letting you get the upper hand. Kirlia closes its eyes and concentrates, gently glowing with mystical power; Rhydon drops down and curls itself into a giant spiky ball, rolling slowly but surely in preparation of what can only be a Rollout ...
The battle got underway! But... things got very weird very fast. Hedwig's Water Pulse hit Rhydon, but it didn't seem to faze it much. Keith was dumbfounded- that Water Pulse ought to have knocked Rhydon off its feet! And it only got stranger- the Steel Wing seemed more effective, yet still not especially effective overall. Moreover, the Rock Blast Rhydon used as a counterattack didn't seem especially effective. "What the..." murmured Keith.

Things continued to get strange as Meowth managed to carry Ninjask back over to Kate. The battle between Kirlia and Persian clued Keith in even more to the fact that something was off. The Kirlia managed to deal some decent damage to Persian... with Shadow Ball. Now Keith was truly astonished- that move ought to have been completely useless against a Normal-type, and yet Persian seemed to take major damage from it!

Emily and Kate seemed to notice something odd about the battle, too, with Kirlia and Rhydon fighting very differently than one might expect a Kirlia and Rhydon to fight. Of course, different Pokémon, even ones of the same species, could greatly differ in preferred battle styles, Keith knew this for a fact. His Timburr differed from other Timburr, with her personal preference for special attacks. His Weedle, of course, probably had a vastly different battle style to any other Weedle in existence. The list went on and on. But even so, there was something more at work here than that. Rhydon, a Ground/Rock-type, should have taken heavy damage from a Steel Wing, and even heavier damage from a Water Pulse. Instead, Water Pulse did next to nothing, and Steel Wing did better, but not by much. Almost as though... things were inverted. Shadow Ball, normally ineffective against Normal-types, managed to blast Persian off its feet. Rock Blast, normally a heavy hit against Flying-types, didn't do much to Hedwig at all.

And then Keith realized- it was clear that for some reason, the entire type matchup system was turned on its head around here. What he had to do was, he had to adapt to this. He found it odd to be thinking in these terms, but now he was trying to think of moves he ordinarily wouldn't dare use against a Rhydon, because it was becoming clear that such moves were the moves to use in this fight.

"OK!" said Keith. "Meowth, Hedwig, get ready, and trust me on this, OK?

"Alright!" Meowth exclaimed.

"Cro! Bat!" Hedwig nodded.

"Let's go!" Keith exclaimed. "Let's take out that Rhydon! Meowth, use Fury Swipes, and follow up with Swift! Hedwig, Wing Attack, and then give it a Heat Wave!"


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Tenorphin: Not feeling particularly comfortable around the gaggle of people hanging around, even when not taking into account the way they notice Cotton’s pink fluffiness, you do your best to ignore them as you head straight for the nurse. When you ask for a room, she cheerfully nods and goes over a list that presumably records who is currently staying in which room. As she reads, her usual smile slips, and she hesitates. “Oh … I didn’t realize so many people were staying here. We’ve been having more tourists than usual this year. Um …” Her brow furrows as she flips to the next page. “I’m sorry, sir. I think we might be all filled up right n—”

Something growls behind you. Only upon looking around do you realize it wasn’t actually a growl at all, but rather as close to one as a human voice can get, as you’re scowled at by a buff man with more travel gear than a dozen trainers would normally carry all together. He pushes you aside, not roughly but not nicely either, and brandishes a key that looks miniscule in his huge hand. “Gotta head out early, Nurse. Wind’s a-changin’.” He drops the key into her hand, not seeming to notice her apparent lack of understanding, and tips his hat. “Much obliged, ma’am.” And he turns and heads out the door, taking a long look Cotton’s candy-colored wool.

The nurse blinks, then shakes her head. “Some people are so strange.” She checks her list again and brightens. “But it looks like we have one room freshly available! Room 112, hm? Let’s see about getting you set up ...”

Once you’re signed in, you briefly pop into your room to check it out — for all his brusqueness, the previous occupant left this place as tidy as he’d found it — and then you and Cotton head outside again, looking to spend some time browsing the shops and such. Out here, among the hustle and bustle of all the passersby, you see a sizable variety of shops, including many whose designs pay homage to areas in the Cloud Garden. Some are rugged and rocky while others are nestled in lush bunches of plants, but there’s one thing they have in common: their exorbitant price tags. Fifteen Pokedollars for a burger? Eighty-five for a dinky “Limited Edition CG11 Poffin”? The tourists who are here for the sake of touring don’t seem to mind, though.

At least there are some places that don’t charge top dollar. A couple places even provide free food for registered trainers, so you and Cotton are able to have a decent meal. All in all, the day’s an interesting one despite the obvious tourist trap scheme going on here.

As you munch on your food, separated from the organized chaos, a flicker of motion catches your eye. Some kind of kerfuffle is happening down the street, drawing more than a few stares. You turn in time to see two people scowling at each other, one a guy in a cowboy hat, the other a girl in a tan shirt and shorts. “I call bull,” the guy is saying. “You don’t know the first thing about this job.”

The girl scoffs. “I have plenty of experience. In fact, I have a client ready to head out tomorrow!” She scans the crowd before eventually settling her gaze on you, and she strides purposefully forward, clasping a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know how he’d handle the wilds without me.”

The guy squints, looking skeptical. “You don’t have any clients lined up, ya harpy. Quit pulling my leg.”

“You can deny it if you want, but it’s true. We’re pretty excited about this adventure, aren’t we?” Before you can protest, she shoots you an almost pleading look. “Play along,” she mumbles from the corner of her mouth, never breaking her smile. “No charge, okay? Just work with me here.”

What will you do?

In the chilly air-conditioning of the Pokémon Center, Stefan shrugged in his T-shirt, making a mental note to change into something warmer before leaving for dinner later. The nurse was trying to find an available room for him to rest in, so his attention shifted uncontrollably between her, Cotton and the bands of fascinated onlookers. There were excited schoolboys on the left, staring at Cotton unabashedly, trying to muffle their eager recognition of the rarity of Cotton's color, near them was a woman in her midlife, frantically trying to balance a few lunchboxes and at the same time get the boys to quiet down. Leaning against a pillar on the right was a man, probably in his late twenties, feeding his cluster of different fighting-type Pokémon. Also on the right was the red jacket trainer who was in front of him, his Glameow circling him as if to call his attention back to it.

"Oh," The nurse's sudden exclamation snapped Stefan's attention back. As she was apologizing for no longer having an empty room, a deep, guttural growl interrupted her from behind Stefan. Stefan's head spun in surprise to see a bulky figure donning an impressive armor made of travel gear. Somewhat intimidated, Stefan took a step to the side as the man's arm pressed against his, forcing Stefan to take another step to balance himself. Dropping a key into nurse's hand, the man muttered something about the wind changing and him taking off early. As he left, Stefan caught a glimpse of him looking at Cotton, but decided to ignore that to avoid any unnecessary conflict. The nurse seemed to find him amusing and checked her list again. "It looks like we have one room freshly available!" Stefan was glad, so he thanked the nurse and waited for her to check him in before receiving the key from her.

"Just down the hallway, it'll be on your right after the staircase," The nurse joyfully pointed out. "Thank you so much," Stefan offered her his brightest grin, thankful about the turn of events. "108... 110... 112, there we are!" Stefan slotted the key into the lock and gave it a twist. The door opened with a screech, and to Stefan's surprise, it was tidy, as if the large man didn't use it at all. There was not even a fold on the bed. "That was surprising, isn't that right, Cotton?" Cotton gave a contented squeal and hopped on the bed. "Hey now, you didn't even walk that much!" Stefan tickled Cotton until sparks started firing out of Cotton's fleece. Panting to catch his breath, Stefan held a grin that he hasn't shown anyone out in the hall. Only in the company of Pokémon that he would be so relaxed.

In 15 minutes, Stefan and Cotton were again walking on the streets of Cloud Garden near the Sky Gate. "The prices are outrageous!" Stefan complained to Cotton. Most of the items on sale are at least 3 times the prices of other towns. "How do people even afford here?" "Mareep..." Cotton let out a soft bleat, knowing she wouldn't be able to calm Stefan down once he got worked up about prices. After a few shops with different designs, Stefan concluded that the merchandise don't seem to vary even between shops of different styles and gave up. Following the Trainer's Guide to Cloud Garden, Stefan and Cotton found a café near the exit towards Fountain Garden that provides meals to trainers for a minimal fee.

Stefan was just finishing his shepherd's pie when a commotion on the street caused a few nosy diners to leave their seats. Stefan turned in his seat to hear a guy in cowboy hat calling a girl a fraud, to which she dismissed with a jeer. Stefan was suddenly hit with an instinctual dread as she turned and scanned the crowd. He tried to look away, focusing on his now-empty mug of shepherd's pie, when he felt a hand on his shoulder through his jacket. His heart sank. "I don't know how he'd handle the wilds without me," The girl loudly proclaimed.

Unconvinced, the guy kept taunting her as Stefan searched for a solution to not get tangled in someone else's business. As she turned her attention towards Stefan again, the denial he worked up dwindled into nothingness. The girl half-pleaded, half-forced him into compliance. He turned towards the guy, mimicked the girl's smile and waved while questioning her under his breath, "What charge? What are you going to do?" While hoping this not to be part of an elaborate scam.


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Aposteriori: The boy looks a little put out when you let him know you’re not interested in throwing yourself off a cliff. “Man, you gotta live a little,” he says. “What’s even the point of getting up this high if you’re not aiming for adrenaline?”

“Hardly.” The girl makes a face. “Most trainers aren’t big adrenaline junkie guys. Stop trying to rope people into your dumb shenanigans.” She looks at you apologetically. “Sorry about him. He’s always trying to do this to people … Anyway, I’m Daisy. No relation. This is my stepbrother, Neil. Don’t listen to a word he says.”

With a snicker, Neil shakes his head and turns away, looking over the edge of the trail to the drop below. “Fine, be that way. I’ll just go off and do my own thing, where all the cool people are.” He gazes up at the sky, trying to be majestic despite squinting from the sun’s insistent rays, and sucks in a breath. “It’s been nice knowing you all. Think of me fondly.” And he leans forward, letting gravity pull him off the mountain.

Naturally, you’re horrified, but before you can react Daisy just huffs. “So reliable. Pulling his dumb dramatic exits … like clockwork, if the clock is right twice a day.” She gestures, and you look down to see Neil gliding lazily on an unseen thermal, having somehow put on some of those glider wings that stretch from hand to foot. “And worst of all, that’s not even actual hang gliding! I’m almost ashamed. Anyway … to answer your question, thank you, but there’s not really anything to be done. I love him, I really do, but we don’t exactly see eye to eye.” She shakes her head, then smiles. “But really, it’s nice to meet you. Is this a Druddigon? I don’t think I’ve seen one in person before.” She admires Fafnir’s tough scales and sharp claws. “She could be useful — sorry, that sounds weird. Let me explain.

“Neil and I have a kind of bet going on. Both of us are pretty into adventuring, but we approach it pretty differently: I plan ahead, but he just kind of goes with the flow and hopes for the best. Every couple months we have a scavenger hunt thing at different locations to see who gets the most out of it. I always do my research ahead of time, yet somehow he beats me at this every time we play.” Her eyes light up. “Say … maybe you can help me after all. We were just talking about possibly coordinating with other trainers this time, and you and your Druddigon look pretty capable. I bet we'd be able to find even the trickiest things without a problem.” She smiles. “What do you say? Are you game?”


Aposteriori is a person secure in his decisions, but as of late he isn’t quite sure if he should let his natural inhibitions stop him from living life. He is more about being calculated, and the thought of going on a glider where he is not in full control is a definite moment of slight anxiety because he won’t be able to control the movement one hundred percent.

There are many traits to admire about Fafnir, such as some of her attacks. I just cant recall any of her traits at this time. Let’s see what the pokedex has to say about her overall.

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“You are a bit more skilled that I initially suspected, Fafnir.” Aposteriori said with a grin as Druddigon looks at his trainer with a soft smile in response. The relationship between the two is sure to grow if they decide to embark on this adventure. Something about the unknown always makes the trainer uneasy, but he has to live a little.

“Daisy, as far as it goes with Neal, I’m sure he made the right decision for himself to seek out adrenaline. I’m doing just fine on solid soil, not looking to get myself injured is all.” Aposteriori looks around nervously as he is not sure he wants to show vulnerability in front of a stranger in his eyes. The trainer thinks this might have something to do with the way his mother always raised him to be afraid of the world, always asking the trainer to remain indoors or even fear the mere action of crossing a street.

The female trainer seems to understand Aposteriori’s planned approach much better. He listens carefully about a possible scavenger hunt, looking a bit giddy. He starts to wonder what possible items are involved in this scavenger hunt and checks the time to see if it is within schedule. Seeing as he has a couple of hours to spare, he doesn’t mind joining in on some fun.

“Of course, I can assist you. Where do we begin?”

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The Fountain Garden: A small garden filled with fountains, waterfalls and clear lakes. Water pokemon love this little area and thrive to the point where you can't turn around without tripping over a Magikarp. Fishing is not allowed in this area as it is considered as cruelty towards the water pokemon.
Leo took a moment to observe his surroundings. He had to admit, the fountain garden was an absolutely gorgeous place. There was water, water, everywhere, as far as the eye can see. Scott knew that Aaron, his little Horsea, would love it here. He had decided to take his Horsea out for a swim, because the Pokemon really needed to see other places besides the inside of his Poke Ball, and the Day Care Center.

Being careful not to trip on something, he approached a lake of clear blue water. Leo released the Horsea from his Poke ball, and gently placed him inside so he could have a swim inside the lake. "There you go Aaron. You should have a wonderful time in here.

Aaron on the other hand wasn't so sure. He was a Timid little thing that got nervous when it came to new experiences and places. It took a lot of time for the Water type to get used to his new trainer, and he was still apprehensive around his other Pokemon. "Horsea!" The little blue seahorse squeaked as he shivered with fear. He wasn't too fond of swimming in unfamiliar waters. What if a strange Pokemon jumped out at him? Or worse, actually attacked.

Leo giggled. That timidness was adorable, and part of the reason why he adopted this Horsea to begin with. Well, that, and he needed a Water type. "Don't worry little guy. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be right here watching in case anything happens, ok?"

"Hor...sea..." The Pokemon replied, even though he still wasn't entirely confident. He then proceeded to swim around in circles for a bit, gradually getting more comfortable with the lake, while his trainer looked on.

"See? You're perfectly safe!" Leo exclaimed. He was glad to see that Aaron was enjoying himself. That was to be expected though. From what he had read, Water Pokemon thrived in the fountain garden. "Nothing can possibly go wrong today!"


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