Thread: The Arcane Realm - FB Training Zone

Originally Posted by enchantress

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handymankg2: Belle continues the battle with her adrenaline running high, the first round really having helped to boost her confidence. With her next strong Gusts serving to both weaken and unbalance Nuzleaf who begins to Harden as it sees its enemy gaining the upper hand, she puts some extra energy into whipping up a stronger Gust of wind that has Nuzleaf falling flat on its rear. Nuzleaf is furious, pelting out a barrage of sharpened Razor Leafs just as Belle begins to fly circles around it, almost taunting the Wily Pokémon who cannot reach her from the ground. Nuzleaf springs to its feet, shaking its fist angrily, before Belle makes her move. She suddenly disappears, Nuzleaf spinning a full 360 degrees in its haste to find her, when it's suddenly struck from behind with Belle's Aerial Ace and sent reeling face first into the desert floor. It yells angrily, getting up whilst spitting sand out of its mouth, and leaps toward her with its arm outstretched, Pounding Belle hard on the head. A little dazed, she blinks, wondering how on earth Nuzleaf managed to do that, soon noticing that Nuzleaf is breathing quite heavily. Her heart soars, for she knows that if she can hold out just a little bit longer she'll be able to take it down and help to avenge her fallen friend in the process...

Rick smiled happily as Belle once again flung herself into battle, ready again to fight for Rick and avenge the fallen comrades of the hour. Belle once again began to flap her wings rather rapidly, her eyes staring at Nuzleaf with almost an empty expression, the winds being flung forwards towards the Nuzleaf in front of her, who began to harden himself to embrace the attacks coming his way. It was in vain, though, as the super effective gust that followed simply burst past the harden and knocked the grass and dark type onto its rear, looking up with a new-born fury towards the little bee Pokemon. The Nuzleaf picked itslef back up, and quickly began to pelt a large amount of razor sharp leaves towards Belle, who had already began her next attack, circling the opponent rather quickly in order to prepare for her aerial ace attack. The way she moved was as if to taunt the Nuzleaf, who angrily shook its fist at the Combee, who simply grinned, happy to see she was making the Nuzleaf even more infuriated than before; anger can be an opponent downfall. She decided it was the time to attack, and vanished rather suddenly, the Nuzleaf looking frantically around for the insect whom it believed had snuck behind it. It was mistaken, though, and soon the Nuzleaf was smashed hard in the back by Belles attack, the Nuzleaf being flung to the desert floor bellow. The Pokemon yelled angrily, getting up promptly and spitting the sand out of its mouth, before leaping at Belle with its arm outstretched, the pound attack hitting Belle hard on the head. Rick gasped slightly, wondering how the Nuzleaf actually pulled it off. The Pokemon/Trainer team soon noticed that the Nuzleaf was breathing heavy, though, and as such it would probably be a good time to end it. Belle happily nodded to Rick as he looked at her; she wanted to end this as much as he did, and avenge the fallen comrades.

“Right then Belle, let’s end this. Gust into Fury Cutter, use another Gust to finish it off if needed.” The Combee nodded, all three of its faces now having a very determined look on her face, and turning towards the opponent, getting ready to strike.

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handymankg2: Belle can practically taste victory and has no intention of easing up on Nuzleaf now, immediately moving into the next round by whipping up a strong Gust that has Nuzleaf's Razor Leafs flitting away in the breeze. Nuzleaf is barely able to stand now though that doesn't stop it from lashing out with a Pound to Belle's face. She's taken aback by the attack, but at the same time infuriated enough to put everything she has into a vicious and unrelenting Fury Attack that has Nuzleaf collapsing in a heap. She watches it intently as it struggles to get up, fully prepared to attack again should Nuzleaf try anything, but it finally drops, KO'ed. Level up for Belle. Jack is so outraged by his defeat that he screams his rage, running forward ready to physically attack you when out of nowhere the head of the Nightbringers moves to block his path. Jack stops dead, the expression on his face clearly conveying his outrage at having been stopped, his eyes shooting daggers at the man whom he clearly has no wish to obey. When Jack finally backs down and stalks off to recall his Nuzleaf, the man turns to you. His hood still covers half of his face, but the malice in the man's grin is enough to tell you that you really don't want to be seeing any more. He raises his hand, his palm faced upward, and says simply, "Give it to me". Considering he has several of his followers nearby and that you really have no chance of running, you realise that you have no choice but to concede and reach for the flute, pulling it out before reaching forward to hand it over. At this very moment however, you hear a commotion behind you and turn around to discover several of the Nightbringers being restrained by people who appear to be from a native desert tribe. The head Nightbringer growls, his hand shooting out to grab the flute when it's suddenly knocked back by one of the tribesman carrying a spear which is then shoved inches in front of his face immediately halting the Nightbringer from taking any further action. He and the tribesman stare each other down for several long seconds before the tribesman finally speaks. "Summon him," he commands, and although his eyes are still on the head Nightbringer, you know the tribesman, whom you come to realise must be one of the elusive Mystics, is talking to you...

Originally Posted by enchantress

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handymankg2: Belle can practically taste victory and has no intention of easing up on Nuzleaf now, immediately moving into the next round by whipping up a strong Gust that has Nuzleaf's Razor Leafs flitting away in the breeze. Nuzleaf is barely able to stand now though that doesn't stop it from lashing out with a Pound to Belle's face. She's taken aback by the attack, but at the same time infuriated enough to put everything she has into a vicious and unrelenting Fury Attack that has Nuzleaf collapsing in a heap. She watches it intently as it struggles to get up, fully prepared to attack again should Nuzleaf try anything, but it finally drops, KO'ed. Level up for Belle. Jack is so outraged by his defeat that he screams his rage, running forward ready to physically attack you when out of nowhere the head of the Nightbringers moves to block his path. Jack stops dead, the expression on his face clearly conveying his outrage at having been stopped, his eyes shooting daggers at the man whom he clearly has no wish to obey. When Jack finally backs down and stalks off to recall his Nuzleaf, the man turns to you. His hood still covers half of his face, but the malice in the man's grin is enough to tell you that you really don't want to be seeing any more. He raises his hand, his palm faced upward, and says simply, "Give it to me". Considering he has several of his followers nearby and that you really have no chance of running, you realise that you have no choice but to concede and reach for the flute, pulling it out before reaching forward to hand it over. At this very moment however, you hear a commotion behind you and turn around to discover several of the Nightbringers being restrained by people who appear to be from a native desert tribe. The head Nightbringer growls, his hand shooting out to grab the flute when it's suddenly knocked back by one of the tribesman carrying a spear which is then shoved inches in front of his face immediately halting the Nightbringer from taking any further action. He and the tribesman stare each other down for several long seconds before the tribesman finally speaks. "Summon him," he commands, and although his eyes are still on the head Nightbringer, you know the tribesman, whom you come to realise must be one of the elusive Mystics, is talking to you...

Rick watched carefully as Belle sped back in for what would hopefully be the final part of the battle, Belle flying straight in and whipping up what seems to currently be Ricks most favourable move to order, the winds quickly coming out of the Combees tiny wings and flying towards the enemy, an unfortunate Nuzleaf owned by the trainer Jack. The Pokemon attempted to respond by spawning some Razor sharp Leaves, which flung themselves towards Belles gust, which simply knocked the leaves away into the desert around. Nuzleaf wasn’t looking particularly pleased with what was going on, and despite the fact it was barely standing, it wouldn’t allow itself to be beaten, leaping forwards with a Pound attack which smacked Belle hard in the center of her three faces. She was taken aback by this attack, but was still feeling much better than her opponent, Rick assumed, and the onslaught would end rather quickly, Belle sharpening her wings into blade like weapons as she slashed forwards in her Fury Attack, knocking the Nuzleaf straight down to the ground, in a motionless heap. Belle stared cautiously at the Nuzleaf, prepared should it attempt to get up again and continue the fight, but thankfully, that was the end of the battle, the Nuzleaf on the ground fainted, and Belle gaining some well needed experience. Rick stepped back cautiously, eyeing Jack for his reaction, which soon became clear, the man screaming with rage and leaping forwards in an attempt to attack Rick, who stepped back even further, rather pointlessly, however, as Jack wouldn’t be attacking Rick today. No, it was the leader of the Nightbringers who would be having an attempt at Ricks life, stepping forwards to block Jacks path, who eyed daggers at the Nightbringers leader, sulking off to return his Nuzleaf. Once Jack was gone, the Nightbringers leader turned to Rick, half of his face covered, but the rest showing a true grim expression, the malice showing him that it was time to give up the flute, and that Rick would truly be joining his friends in a matter of moments. He held up his hand, and told Rick to hand it over, but Rick was not going to do so without a fight. Two of his comrades had given their lives to protect this flute, their entire futures gone in a moment because of this man and his soldiers. Rick was not going to dishonour their deaths and hand this item to them; no, he was beyond caring for his own life now. If he had to die fighting, so be it.

But then again…Rick was so heavily surrounded by the Nightbringers now, several of them staring daggers at Rick also. Would his friends have really wanted him to die for this cause like they did? What would they do to his Pokemon once he was dead? Rick closed his eyes and sighed angrily; he couldn’t allow more people to die because of him, but either way there was going to be death. Either the death of him and his Pokemon, or the end of the world. But looking at this situation, the end of the world was inevitable, and would Rick dyeing really affect the scheme of things? He didn’t think so, so he had to reluctantly do what he was certain was the wrong idea, lifting the flute forwards carefully towards the Nightbringers…Suddenly, a large commotion and a number of shouts could be heard from behind Rick, as he quickly pulled the flute back and turned, finding the entire group of Nightbringers being restrained by what looked like some sort of desert tribe, spears in their hands and wearing little clothes. Ricks eyes widened; could these people truly be the mystics who Rick was supposed to bring this flute too? The Head of the Nightbringers suddenly growled, and shot his arm out to grab the flute, but was quickly knocked away by one of the tribespeoples spears, the spear then being positioned inches away from the mans face. They had a staring contest, or at least what seemed like one, for several moments, until the Mystic said rather briefly ‘Summon Him’. Of course, it couldn’t be so simple as to hand the flute over to the Mystics and leave the area…no, he had to do the summoning himself. How perfect. At least, Rick supposed, the Nightbringers head wouldn’t be doing any summoning or wishing today, and Rick had saved the world from almost certain destruction. A good first days adventure, even if death was too deeply involved. He pulled the flutes up to his lips, and slowly began to play, able to do it much louder than previously due to him having no fear of being discovered. Would he succeed in summoning the wishmaker, though, or would he fail and end his adventure on a rather boring and low note.

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handymankg2: Thankful that the Mystics have arrived just in time to stop the Nightbringers from securing their victory, but a little miffed that you're not simply being allowed to hand the flute over to its guardians and simply leave, you raise the flute to your lips. It's almost as though the Mystic next to you has been able to read your mind, however, as before you start to play he speaks again. "We do not keep the artifact to summon Him, our role is to guard it from those with evil intentions," he says, which at least answers one question. "The one who was to summon Him for good is dead, and I will not allow the ones with evil intentions to use it, so that leaves you," he continues, finally turning his head to gaze deeply into your eyes. "You've unintentionally stumbled upon happenings you had no wish to be a part of and could easily have been tainted by power or greed upon discovering the true nature of the artifact, but have chosen to take neither path. Instead you've tried to protect it which demonstrates the power of good within you. Think about all that has happened, all you have experienced, all you have... lost," though he doesn't mention either Ponyta or Reg you know he's referring to them and come to the realisation that all you've fought for today isn't about saving the world, it's about good versus evil and the struggle to allow good to prevail. There will always be organisations like the Nightbringers who will want ultimate power, or individuals like Jack whose inflated sense of self-worth leads them to believe they deserve more than they rightfully do, but there's nothing you can do about that whether you have one wish or a thousand. Good and evil should always be at balance, take away one or the other and humanity is doomed. Today is about making a statement, and that statement is that good will always prevail. "You will make the right decision," the Mystic finishes, allowing you to continue to perform the summoning.

Raising the flute to your lips you play it again, this time its crisp, sweet melody playing loud and strong, the calming tune drifting across the desert. Everyone present is mesmerised, gasps coming from the onlookers as a beautiful golden hue begins to drift from the tip of the flute as you play. While you watch it begins to gather in cloud above, and eventually Jirachi itself appears, hovering over you with a sweet smile on its face as it looks upon you. You stop playing, only able to stare at the Legendary Pokémon, before you're broken out of your trance by a loud and rasping voice.

"And my first wish is for the Mystics and this boy to DIE RIGHT NOW!"

Shocked, you turn to see the head Nightbringer step forward, his hood swept back to reveal a hideously burned and scarred face, so badly maimed that any resemblance to his former self would be impossible to identify. Only a few wispy strands of white hair remain on his scarred head, and his piercing sky blue eyes are full of lethal vengeance. Your breath catches in your throat as the realisation of the fact there is only one wish to make and that it's just been used to seal your fate strikes you. You wait for it, cursing yourself for not having thought he could beat you to the mark, but instead the Mystic strikes him across the head with his spear eliciting a pained and angry howl from the Nightbringer.

"Only the one who summons is able to wish," he says matter-of-factly, his tone much like someone speaking to a small child who really should know better. At this, the remaining Nightbringers who are looking on realise that their time is up and they flee into the night, not once looking back as they put as much distance as they can between their master and themselves as possible. Now that they know they're not in control they're not about to risk themselves for anyone, putting themselves first before they can be struck down by you should you decide to take your revenge.

"Get out of here. We are not murderers, and have no wish to kill you," the Mystic says to the head Nightbringer. "Go, but be warned; Should you ever set foot in this desert again, you will not leave alive."

"You will pay. Every single one of you will pay," the Nightbringer growls threateningly. "You will rue the day you met me, and wish that you had Jirachi to end your miserable little lives, for this is only the beginning," he threatens, being sure to stare hatefully at you before turning on his heel and stalking off into the desert night.

A moment later, with only you, Belle, the mystics, Jirachi, and the corpses of Reg and Ponyta left on this warm summer night, you can't help but be relived that the threat has passed, yet at the same time quite perplexed as your impending wish still remains unspoken. As all eyes turn toward you, it seems you have quite a responsibility on your shoulders. Whether you go with you heart or your head, you have only one wish to make so you'll need to make sure it counts...

Originally Posted by enchantress

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handymankg2: Thankful that the Mystics have arrived just in time to stop the Nightbringers from securing their victory, but a little miffed that you're not simply being allowed to hand the flute over to its guardians and simply leave, you raise the flute to your lips. It's almost as though the Mystic next to you has been able to read your mind, however, as before you start to play he speaks again. "We do not keep the artifact to summon Him, our role is to guard it from those with evil intentions," he says, which at least answers one question. "The one who was to summon Him for good is dead, and I will not allow the ones with evil intentions to use it, so that leaves you," he continues, finally turning his head to gaze deeply into your eyes. "You've unintentionally stumbled upon happenings you had no wish to be a part of and could easily have been tainted by power or greed upon discovering the true nature of the artifact, but have chosen to take neither path. Instead you've tried to protect it which demonstrates the power of good within you. Think about all that has happened, all you have experienced, all you have... lost," though he doesn't mention either Ponyta or Reg you know he's referring to them and come to the realisation that all you've fought for today isn't about saving the world, it's about good versus evil and the struggle to allow good to prevail. There will always be organisations like the Nightbringers who will want ultimate power, or individuals like Jack whose inflated sense of self-worth leads them to believe they deserve more than they rightfully do, but there's nothing you can do about that whether you have one wish or a thousand. Good and evil should always be at balance, take away one or the other and humanity is doomed. Today is about making a statement, and that statement is that good will always prevail. "You will make the right decision," the Mystic finishes, allowing you to continue to perform the summoning.

Raising the flute to your lips you play it again, this time its crisp, sweet melody playing loud and strong, the calming tune drifting across the desert. Everyone present is mesmerised, gasps coming from the onlookers as a beautiful golden hue begins to drift from the tip of the flute as you play. While you watch it begins to gather in cloud above, and eventually Jirachi itself appears, hovering over you with a sweet smile on its face as it looks upon you. You stop playing, only able to stare at the Legendary Pokémon, before you're broken out of your trance by a loud and rasping voice.

"And my first wish is for the Mystics and this boy to DIE RIGHT NOW!"

Shocked, you turn to see the head Nightbringer step forward, his hood swept back to reveal a hideously burned and scarred face, so badly maimed that any resemblance to his former self would be impossible to identify. Only a few wispy strands of white hair remain on his scarred head, and his piercing sky blue eyes are full of lethal vengeance. Your breath catches in your throat as the realisation of the fact there is only one wish to make and that it's just been used to seal your fate strikes you. You wait for it, cursing yourself for not having thought he could beat you to the mark, but instead the Mystic strikes him across the head with his spear eliciting a pained and angry howl from the Nightbringer.

"Only the one who summons is able to wish," he says matter-of-factly, his tone much like someone speaking to a small child who really should know better. At this, the remaining Nightbringers who are looking on realise that their time is up and they flee into the night, not once looking back as they put as much distance as they can between their master and themselves as possible. Now that they know they're not in control they're not about to risk themselves for anyone, putting themselves first before they can be struck down by you should you decide to take your revenge.

"Get out of here. We are not murderers, and have no wish to kill you," the Mystic says to the head Nightbringer. "Go, but be warned; Should you ever set foot in this desert again, you will not leave alive."

"You will pay. Every single one of you will pay," the Nightbringer growls threateningly. "You will rue the day you met me, and wish that you had Jirachi to end your miserable little lives, for this is only the beginning," he threatens, being sure to stare hatefully at you before turning on his heel and stalking off into the desert night.

A moment later, with only you, Belle, the mystics, Jirachi, and the corpses of Reg and Ponyta left on this warm summer night, you can't help but be relived that the threat has passed, yet at the same time quite perplexed as your impending wish still remains unspoken. As all eyes turn toward you, it seems you have quite a responsibility on your shoulders. Whether you go with you heart or your head, you have only one wish to make so you'll need to make sure it counts...

It was almost as if the mystic who was standing besides him was reading all of Ricks thoughts, as he began to speak about the exact thing that his mind was focussing on. “ We do not keep the artifact to summon Him, our role is to guard it from those with evil intentions.” Well, at least that answered one of Ricks questions as to why they weren’t doing it themselves, but he still had no clue why he was doing it, nor really why they just couldn’t not wish when Jirachi appeared for the first time in one thousand years; surely Jirachi, as a Pokemon, would actaully want to do things other than simply be forced into labour by man. Nonetheless, it appeared to be what Rick was meant to do, and he would do it as such. The man continued in the same gruff voice he used prior, saying “ The one who was to summon Him for good is dead, and I will not allow the ones with evil intentions to use it, so that leaves you” Well, that told Rick the answer to his second question as to why it was him, and was just what he expected really. At the word dead, however, Ricks thoughts turned back to the cold and lifeless eyes of both Reg and Ponyta, and shuddered at the thought of their bodies simply lying there to rot. No, he wouldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow that. He wanted to think more into it, but once again the Mystic spoke, saying “ You've unintentionally stumbled upon happenings you had no wish to be a part of and could easily have been tainted by power or greed upon discovering the true nature of the artifact, but have chosen to take neither path. Instead you've tried to protect it which demonstrates the power of good within you. Think about all that has happened, all you have experienced, all you have... lost” Rick listened to what he said, and actually was slightly shocked at how much the Mystics knew about what had happened. He smiled slightly at the fact he had good within him, and honestly, with all that had gone on today, he found it hard to see the good in anyone, or the world for that matter. Once again, on the word lost he started tracking off with his thoughts, but this time he stopped himself. What had to be done must be done, and if he was so good, surely he would make the right decision. The Mystics words, “ You will make the right decision” just added a slight touch of confidence to the mix, and now he was ready to do it. Ready to summon the wishmaker.

Raising the flute to his lips, he slowly began to blow into it like before, making sure this time to do it as loud and clear as possible, the melodies coming out flowing and drifting through every corner of the desert, a beautiful golden hue erupting from the end of the flute as he played, floating and forming up above him, until finally the melody had stopped, and the ritual was complete, floating before him what could only be Jirachi. The Pokemon looked like something out of a fairytale, being fairy like in shape, yet letting off such a stunning aura that Rick could barely stand it. The Pokemon itself was a very pale blue colour, and was wearing a yellow hat like attire, the hat having three blue tags strapped on in the center, left and right sides of the Pokemons helm. It had a pair of stubby arms on either side of its small body, and from the back of the neck a yellow cape like item was split in two, one coming out on each side of the Pokemon. It had what looked like a smile on its lower belly, and had a pair of stump like legs. Underneath its black, oval eyes, a pair of blue tear like drops are positioned, staying on the Pokemons face like a form of makeup. Rick continued to stare at the beauty of the Pokemon for a good while, before being suddenly broke out of the trance by a loud rasping voice. “And my first wish is for the Mystics and this boy to DIE RIGHT NOW!” Came the voice, as the leader of the Nightbringers stepped forwards. Rick frantically turned to the mystics, who seemed rather unworried, and calmed down. Obviously they knew something Rick didn’t. Turning back to the Nightbringers leader, Rick began to realise why he usually wore a hood. The mans head was horribly scared and burned, so far so any identification of who the man once was would be impossible. He had only a few wispy strands of hair left, and looked at Rick with a gaze of deep loathing, only to be hit on the head with a spear by one of the Mystics, who said “Only the one who summons is able to wish” To which Rick sighed in relief, and any remaining Nightbringers not being restrained quickly fled the scene, leaving as promptly as possible.

Soon, the head mystic asked the head Nightbringer, Raven, Rick seemed to remember, to leave, and after a few death threats, the man left, storming off into the desert. Rick gulped; all eyes were once again on him, including those of Jirachi, and he had to make his wish. But what to chose. So much had gone on today…so much was wrong in the world…so much death. Rick stopped thinking there. That was it; death. He couldn’t think of any one thing that would save the world, but he could save the worlds of one or two people; the people who fought so hard to stop this wish from going into evils hands. Standing up straight, Rick proclaimed loudly “I wish that the two people that helped retrieve this flute and lost their lives, Reg and the young Ponyta killed fairly recently, will regain their life.” Rick stopped. Did he phrase it right? He didn’t want them to end up like zombies, which is something that he has seen happen before in various medias (but not real life, of course). He just figured, that if he made the wrong choice, he hasn’t made things any worse for the world; he’ll only have let down himself and the Mystics, but still have thwarted the plan of one organisation.

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Tenorphin: "This stone has been imbued with magical qualities that will trap me here for all eternity," Mismagius replies, looking toward the stone sitting atop the black marble pedestal. "Its powers are so strong that my own enchantments are unable to break the wretched curse keeping me here, so I'll need you to destroy it for me as it's the only way I'll ever be free. Unfortunately there are no Pokémon strong enough to shatter the stone, so it needs to be taken above ground and smashed with a specific weapon that is housed in one of the crypts in the graveyard. The... Rochester family crypt." The distaste with which she practically spits out the name "Rochester" tells you that there is a nasty history here, and you can't help but wonder what kind of evil people they are to have imprisoned this lovely Pokémon down here like this, or even why, but Mismagius' eyes are filled with such misery that you don't dwell on it for too long since you're fully prepared to help her in whatever way you can. "I cannot move it myself, and the curse is so strong that it binds me to the stone wherever it may be so if you take it with you I'll be able to follow and instruct you in how to destroy it properly when we reach the Rochester crypt," she continues. "I apologise for having tricked you when you first entered this chamber, but I had to be certain you weren't one of the Rochester's coming down here to torture me with their magic the way they do every few decades or so, teaching their children and their children's children to keep up their hateful and wrongful persecution of me." When Mismagius finishes speaking she turns toward the far wall of the chamber and that's when you notice a stairway leading upward appear out of nowhere. "This will lead us out, but there are guards so we'll have to be quick. We won't win if we stop to fight so we'll have to run, aiming for the exit at all costs." She stares deeply into your eyes at this point, her mesmerising gaze filling you with pity for the poor ghost. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks. "It will be dangerous..."

Mismagius was telling Shou about a stone that has magical power so strong it will trap Mismagius for eternity when Shou followed her gaze to a stone on top of the black marble pedestal in the middle of the room. Shivering lightly, Shou wondered if his strength was enough to help Mismagius, since even a Pokémon famous for enchantments couldn't break the curse. Unless, it was supposed to be destroyed physically.

True enough, Mismagius told him about shattering the stone with a specific weapon above ground, meaning if he could get above ground and to the place with the weapon, anyone will able to shatter the stone and break the curse trapping Mismagius. Keeping quiet, Shou listened all the instructions Mismagius has to tell, while Cantare was happily flipping about occasionally repeat what Mismagius said verbatim. According to Mismagius, there was a crypt by the Rochester family, which the weapon needed to break Mismagius' curse is hidden. Sensing the distaste Mismagius has when she mentioned the name "Rochester", Shou's frontal lobe, as well as auditory and visual cortex collaborated and became significantly active to show Shou some wild images of what could have happened before to Mismagius and the Rochesters.

Realising himself spacing out, Shou snapped out of his vivid imaginations and return to Mismagius' miserable eyes. Telling himself to start working, he asked, "How do I get to the crypt, then? I can't shatter it if I don't have the weapon, moreso if I can't get out of here." Cantare squawked and chanted, "Get to the crypt, get ripped, get whipped. Shatter the weapon, shatter, chatter." Shou stifled the urge to ask Cantare where he learnt that from and ignored Cantare's nonsensical chants. "I cannot move it myself, and the curse is so strong that it binds me to the stone wherever it may be so if you take it with you I'll be able to follow and instruct you in how to destroy it properly when we reach the Rochester crypt." Mismagius said, and Shou nodded in comprehension. Mismagius continued with her apology about tricking Shou and turned around, approaching the wall at the other side. Shou's eyes threatened to jump out of their sockets when he saw a stairway that wasn't there before.

With a warning about resistance to guards be futile, Mismagius fixed her eyes on Shou's. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Mismagius asked. "It will be dangerous..." Calculating the risks, Shou figured if the guards are able to catch up, he would use something to distract them, and continue fleeing. "Lead the way." Shou answered Mismagius, feeling not very certain, but want it over with. Shou, holding the stone, ascended the stairs with Mismagius leading the way. The stone is somehow light enough to be carried around despite being able to disable Mismagius' locomotion. Feeling curious and a bit awkward with the silence, he asked, "Why did those Rochesters trapped you in here?" Hoping Mismagius is in a sharing mood.

I hope this last few sentence wouldn't count as self-update. I didn't describe anything about the staircase, and it's only sensible with Mismagius leading Shou. The stone part seemed like a logical explanation too.

The Graveyard - Please reply in silver

Tenorphin: Taking the stone you nod, agreeing to help Mismagius and telling her to lead the way before following her up the stairway. While you're walking you ask Mismagius why the Rochesters had imprisoned her to begin with, but before she has a chance to respond the staircase begins to darken while the low and constant sound of humming increases in intensity. "RUN!" she cries, hurrying forward, and without a second thought you do as she says, racing along the hallway as fast as your legs will carry you while strange object fly around your head and waves of energy pound the walls and floor around you. Several times you feel as though you're going to be knocked off your feet, but you keep stumbling along, your heart pounding, until you eventually burst into another chamber with several ghosts present, none of them wanting to allow Mismagius to escape. A Haunter, Gastly, Duskull, Sableye, and Shuppet block the exit ahead, Mismagius firing off several Dark Pulses in different directions and two directly at the ghosts ahead causing them to scatter and leave the entrance unguarded. "Stop for nothing!" she cries again. "Head only for the exit!" Considering you have no wish to be battling a multitude of ghosts, most of whom are a lot stronger than your own Pokémon, you don't need Mismagius to be telling you to get the hell out of here because neither you or Cantare want to be here at all. With your path clear you don't even look at your surroundings, focusing your gaze only upon the doorway that will lead you out of this chamber, and racing as fast as you can with Cantare zooming along beside you, you both streak through the door and into another long hallway where you can see the soft glow of moonlight at the very end of the tunnel. It's sloping upward, and as you proceed along it hear a massive explosion from behind before Mismagius comes rushing out of the chamber after you. All three of you rush toward the light before bursting out into the graveyard, but it seems you've not escaped yet. Cantare squawks loudly, his surprised cry stopping you dead in your tracks as you notice him drop to the ground, and turning around find a lone Shuppet staring at all three of you, apparently injured though you're not quite sure how, but still hell-bent on stopping Mismagius' escape. "Leave it!" Mismagius screeches, her voice a little hysterical with the glorius feeling of freedom now so close within reach that she can practically taste it. "The Rochesters will have been warned, we must reach the crypt before they arrive!" Cantare hops to his feet, a little dazed from the Night Shade that had caught him off-guard, but very annoyed and fully prepared to fight the little cretin that had surprised him like that. He squawks angrily and hops toward Shuppet, waiting for you to issue him with attack orders so he can teach it a lesson. "Let's go!" Mismagius urges, not wanting to waste precious minutes on a worthless battle when she is so close to being set free of the odd stone you are holding...


Desert of Illusion - Please reply in darkorange

handymankg2: For better or worse, your wish has been made, and while all eyes turn to Jirachi you're left feeling quite nervous while you watch and wait to see whether or not your wish will be granted. Jirachi's eyes well with tears, the beaming smile upon its face showing it's not upset about your choice, for if anything it appears the Wish Pokémon is deeply touched by your selfless act. It first moves to hover over top of Ponyta whose lifeblood has been spilled out onto the desert floor, the cold steel dagger still embedded in its chest. In the same moment that the dagger begins to glow with psychic energy, a single teardrop falls from Jirachi's eye. The entire scene seems to take place in slow motion as the dagger slides out of the baby equine before falling upon the sand, Jirachi's tear then landing upon Ponyta's open wound which begins to repair itself before finally sealing shut to leave a small star-shaped pattern behind as a lifelong reminder that the brave and selfless little fire horse has been touched by Jirachi. You watch intently, looking for any signs of life returning to its body when Ponyta's glazed eyes begin to darken, its legs twitching, before it blinks once, then twice, and finally raising its head to look around. Your heart fills with joy, the soaring sense of elation something that is indescribable considering the circumstances, and a moment later Ponyta is on its feet, relief clearly visible in its eyes when it sees that Jack and the Nightbringers are nowhere to be seen and that you remain unharmed. It nuzzles your arm affectionately before staring up at Jirachi in awe, the legendary Pokémon smiling down upon it before making its way over to Reg in order to complete your wish.

Everyone follows, gathering around Reg's crumpled and lifeless form, his blood staining the desert sand after having flowed from a deep cut to his throat. To think the man you had first loathed and feared would turn out to be one of the good guys whom you'd go so far as to make a once-in-a-lifetime wish to bring back to life is ironic to say the least, but after the events of the last two days you're finding that nothing can ever be taken for granted, especially life itself. This man had sacrificed years of his life to infiltrate and destroy an organisation whose evil intentions would have lead to centuries of death and misery on a worldwide scale for humans and Pokémon alike, only to have been brought down right at the very end. Though Reg may himself see this as a failure, the fact he'd entrusted the flute to you, and that the Nightbringers had been stopped, albeit under different circumstances, this in itself shows that he had made the right decision and that he is about to reap the ultimate reward for his sacrifice. Jirachi smiles upon Reg, a single teardrop falling from its eye to land upon the centre point of the cut, the tear then spreading out along the length of the wound. Again, you watch while it is magically repaired, a single star-shaped pattern being left behind at the base of Reg's throat where the teardrop had initially fallen. To wish upon a star and be touched by Jirachi is a great privilege indeed, and for the second time this night you watch while life returns to the eyes of another brave and selfless being. He stands, his awe-filled gaze upon Jirachi who is smiling back at him, before he looks to you and the flute still in your hand and whispering, "Thank you".

The head Mystic steps forward and embraces Reg, thankful his friend is alive and well. Over the next half hour the events of the night are replayed, for Reg has many questions regarding what happened following the moment he was killed, and while the humans talk you notice Ponyta and Belle playing with Jirachi. Seeing them interact with the Legendary Pokémon like this is a magical feeling, and you wonder what it must be like for Jirachi, a Pokémon so sought after yet so elusive, to have very little opportunity to interact with others, to be able to relax and simply play with no expectations upon it. Watching it now, laughing and giggling while the three play innocently, you can't help but think it must have a very lonely existence. A short while later, the three Pokémon return to the group, Jirachi's expression sad as it is now time to say goodbye. Everyone gathers around while Jirachi looks upon each and every person present, thankful to you all for having given it the opportunity to perform a good deed. A golden cloud forms around it, and in the same way that Jirachi had drifted from the tip of the flute, it now returns to it, the golden hue disappearing inside of the artifact. A part of you doesn't want to give it up, wanting to take care of the Pokémon for eternity, but another part of you is glad to be handing it back to its rightful guardians. Protecting Jirachi is a very big responsibility, and not one you'll be able to carry out for the next hundred years let alone the next thousand, and so you pass it to the Mystic who accepts it graciously. "You've shown great integrity here tonight, and have made a decision that will benefit the lives of many in the future," he says with a smile. "Be safe, and be sure to call upon us should you ever need a favour". He then hands you a stone which you look at curiously as it looks no different to any other small rock laying in the desert except for a small symbol on its surface. "Speak to it, and we will hear." You examine it carefully for a moment before looking up again, but the Mystic and the rest of his tribe are gone, vanished into thin air...

A little later, exhausted from the day's events, you and Reg decide to camp here for the night before continuing on your separate ways in the morning. Settling into one of the abandoned Nightbringers tents, you both stretch out, glad to be finally able to rest. You watch while Belle settles on Reg's chest, the little pang of jealousy you feel at seeing your Pokémon take to another human quickly passing as you realise it's just her way of saying thank you to the man who had helped you both get through this alive. It's quite likely neither of you will ever see him again after tomorrow, so it's not exactly like he's stealing away her affections. Just as Belle as settled with Reg, Ponyta has settled with you, both Pokémon wanting to be close to the person they have bonded with for just one night. Ponyta lays next to you, and as you fall into a deep and peaceful sleep, you feel its breath against your arm, and the warmth radiating from it's body. Placing your hand on its chest and feeling its heart beating rhythmically, as well as hearing Reg's steady breathing from the other side of the tent, you can think of nothing better that you could have wished for.

Waking to a bright and cheerful morning, you stand outside the tent with Reg, Belle, and Ponyta, ready to move out. The two Pokémon appear deeply saddened by the fact they're about to part ways, and Ponyta steps away from Reg's side to walk over and say goodbye, nuzzling your hand affectionately. "It really likes you," Reg says with a meaningful smile. "You do know this doesn't need to be goodbye?" Gazing into Ponyta's eyes you wonder about asking it to accompany you, but you're sure it'll want to return to its family and are sure Reg will reunite it with them, but when you look up at him his face is grim. "It's an orphan now, I saw its parents killed in the village," he continues sadly. "When you saw me take down that Rapidash, it was only seconds after we'd both seen the parents slaughtered by one of the Nightbringers. The Rapidash would have gotten itself killed trying to take the Nightbringer down, so I knocked it out with Blastoise before it could get itself killed..." Not quite knowing what to say you gaze at Ponyta again. This certainly does place a different light on the matter, but what if Ponyta would like to return to its herd? Hmm...

Originally Posted by enchantress

The Graveyard - Please reply in silver

Tenorphin: Taking the stone you nod, agreeing to help Mismagius and telling her to lead the way before following her up the stairway. While you're walking you ask Mismagius why the Rochesters had imprisoned her to begin with, but before she has a chance to respond the staircase begins to darken while the low and constant sound of humming increases in intensity. "RUN!" she cries, hurrying forward, and without a second thought you do as she says, racing along the hallway as fast as your legs will carry you while strange object fly around your head and waves of energy pound the walls and floor around you. Several times you feel as though you're going to be knocked off your feet, but you keep stumbling along, your heart pounding, until you eventually burst into another chamber with several ghosts present, none of them wanting to allow Mismagius to escape. A Haunter, Gastly, Duskull, Sableye, and Shuppet block the exit ahead, Mismagius firing off several Dark Pulses in different directions and two directly at the ghosts ahead causing them to scatter and leave the entrance unguarded. "Stop for nothing!" she cries again. "Head only for the exit!" Considering you have no wish to be battling a multitude of ghosts, most of whom are a lot stronger than your own Pokémon, you don't need Mismagius to be telling you to get the hell out of here because neither you or Cantare want to be here at all. With your path clear you don't even look at your surroundings, focusing your gaze only upon the doorway that will lead you out of this chamber, and racing as fast as you can with Cantare zooming along beside you, you both streak through the door and into another long hallway where you can see the soft glow of moonlight at the very end of the tunnel. It's sloping upward, and as you proceed along it hear a massive explosion from behind before Mismagius comes rushing out of the chamber after you. All three of you rush toward the light before bursting out into the graveyard, but it seems you've not escaped yet. Cantare squawks loudly, his surprised cry stopping you dead in your tracks as you notice him drop to the ground, and turning around find a lone Shuppet staring at all three of you, apparently injured though you're not quite sure how, but still hell-bent on stopping Mismagius' escape. "Leave it!" Mismagius screeches, her voice a little hysterical with the glorius feeling of freedom now so close within reach that she can practically taste it. "The Rochesters will have been warned, we must reach the crypt before they arrive!" Cantare hops to his feet, a little dazed from the Night Shade that had caught him off-guard, but very annoyed and fully prepared to fight the little cretin that had surprised him like that. He squawks angrily and hops toward Shuppet, waiting for you to issue him with attack orders so he can teach it a lesson. "Let's go!" Mismagius urges, not wanting to waste precious minutes on a worthless battle when she is so close to being set free of the odd stone you are holding...

Still walking without any slowdowns, like some people will do when they are asking questions, Shou waited for Mismagius to answer him. It was quite an awkward moment that made Shou slightly regretting asking that question. A split second later which seemed like hours for Shou, when Mismagius looked as if she's ready to talk, the light along the staircase dimmed to barely noticeable. At Shou's disdain, the humming that has been ignored some time ago intensified to the point it's unbearable. Shou took out his ear plug and stuffed it in his ears just after he heard Mismagius cried, "RUN!" Shou was taken aback by the shout and lagged behind by a second. Cantare, meanwhile, started to speed over with Mismagius, and Shou caught up a few split moments later.

Panting, Shou miraculously dodged a few flying objects from behind as his leg threatened to fall off of intense running. Another ball of energy slammed just beside Shou, which he responded with a surprised yelp. Stumbling over some damaged tiles, Shou kept his balance and was thanking Arceus for letting the attacks missed him. Cantare and Mismagius was a few steps in front, passing through the obstacles like light through glass. Unable to keep track of the time he spent running, Shou found himself rushing into another chamber. Unlike the first few he'd had in this underground, Shou finds himself being targeted by several ghost Pokémon, none of them seemed to be in a helpful stance.

By the looks of it, those ghost Pokémon, including a Haunter, a Gastly, a Duskull, a Sableye, and a Shuppet aren't some pushover that can be easily defeated. They were standing in a "Defender" formation, and the use of it is being quite obvious: They wanted to prevent Mismagius from going out. Firing off several rounds of Dark Pulse everywhere, including two that is targeted towards the ghosts, Mismagius hastily rushed towards the exit, leaving behind extraneous command of fleeing, which Shou intended to do without Mismagius saying so. Charging across the room, Shou didn't pay attention to the details in the chamber, instead just focused on Cantare and the exit. Practically tackling open the door, Shou and Cantare whizzed to the other side of the door, which Mismagius seemed to follow after mere seconds, after leaving what sounds like a massive explosion in the room that Shou has no intention to find out.

Cantare squawked at this point of time, "Moon, light, moon, light..." Shou turned around from the door to look at where Cantare was looking at, and there he saw it, the soft silver glow of moon lighting the rest of the tunnel, inviting Shou and Cantare to go back above ground. With Mismagius bursting through the door, Shou slammed it shut and proceed to race to the top of the tunnel, hoping to end this nightmarish adventure. As the exit neared Shou and Cantare, he felt as if he never breathed his whole life. The air fresh without the underground grimy smell, the view clear all around, and the sound of crickets filled Shou's heart with chilly delight.

As if it was being pulled underwater, Cantare suddenly squawked in panic. As he dropped to the ground, Shou turned around to see a lone Shuppet, although somewhat injured, but still determined to keep Mismagius back. "Leave it!" Mismagius sounded a bit frenzied as her freedom was being so near, yet she was still being intercepted. She proceeded to warn Shou about the Rochesters being notified about them. Cantare, recovering from the Night Shade attack, hopped upright and against Shuppet who had fired him the unexpected attack, looking as furious as a tiger being disturbed from its sleep. Never seen Cantare as furious as this, Shou felt that Cantare should have his revenge. He turned to Mismagius, despite her urging them to leave, and said, "I'm sorry, but this will be quick, I promise." Shou turned back to see Cantare shaking in infuriation. "Cantare! Use Twister to disorient the Shuppet, and then Ominous Wind to reduce its HP!"

Originally Posted by enchantress

Desert of Illusion - Please reply in darkorange

handymankg2: For better or worse, your wish has been made, and while all eyes turn to Jirachi you're left feeling quite nervous while you watch and wait to see whether or not your wish will be granted. Jirachi's eyes well with tears, the beaming smile upon its face showing it's not upset about your choice, for if anything it appears the Wish Pokémon is deeply touched by your selfless act. It first moves to hover over top of Ponyta whose lifeblood has been spilled out onto the desert floor, the cold steel dagger still embedded in its chest. In the same moment that the dagger begins to glow with psychic energy, a single teardrop falls from Jirachi's eye. The entire scene seems to take place in slow motion as the dagger slides out of the baby equine before falling upon the sand, Jirachi's tear then landing upon Ponyta's open wound which begins to repair itself before finally sealing shut to leave a small star-shaped pattern behind as a lifelong reminder that the brave and selfless little fire horse has been touched by Jirachi. You watch intently, looking for any signs of life returning to its body when Ponyta's glazed eyes begin to darken, its legs twitching, before it blinks once, then twice, and finally raising its head to look around. Your heart fills with joy, the soaring sense of elation something that is indescribable considering the circumstances, and a moment later Ponyta is on its feet, relief clearly visible in its eyes when it sees that Jack and the Nightbringers are nowhere to be seen and that you remain unharmed. It nuzzles your arm affectionately before staring up at Jirachi in awe, the legendary Pokémon smiling down upon it before making its way over to Reg in order to complete your wish.

Everyone follows, gathering around Reg's crumpled and lifeless form, his blood staining the desert sand after having flowed from a deep cut to his throat. To think the man you had first loathed and feared would turn out to be one of the good guys whom you'd go so far as to make a once-in-a-lifetime wish to bring back to life is ironic to say the least, but after the events of the last two days you're finding that nothing can ever be taken for granted, especially life itself. This man had sacrificed years of his life to infiltrate and destroy an organisation whose evil intentions would have lead to centuries of death and misery on a worldwide scale for humans and Pokémon alike, only to have been brought down right at the very end. Though Reg may himself see this as a failure, the fact he'd entrusted the flute to you, and that the Nightbringers had been stopped, albeit under different circumstances, this in itself shows that he had made the right decision and that he is about to reap the ultimate reward for his sacrifice. Jirachi smiles upon Reg, a single teardrop falling from its eye to land upon the centre point of the cut, the tear then spreading out along the length of the wound. Again, you watch while it is magically repaired, a single star-shaped pattern being left behind at the base of Reg's throat where the teardrop had initially fallen. To wish upon a star and be touched by Jirachi is a great privilege indeed, and for the second time this night you watch while life returns to the eyes of another brave and selfless being. He stands, his awe-filled gaze upon Jirachi who is smiling back at him, before he looks to you and the flute still in your hand and whispering, "Thank you".

The head Mystic steps forward and embraces Reg, thankful his friend is alive and well. Over the next half hour the events of the night are replayed, for Reg has many questions regarding what happened following the moment he was killed, and while the humans talk you notice Ponyta and Belle playing with Jirachi. Seeing them interact with the Legendary Pokémon like this is a magical feeling, and you wonder what it must be like for Jirachi, a Pokémon so sought after yet so elusive, to have very little opportunity to interact with others, to be able to relax and simply play with no expectations upon it. Watching it now, laughing and giggling while the three play innocently, you can't help but think it must have a very lonely existence. A short while later, the three Pokémon return to the group, Jirachi's expression sad as it is now time to say goodbye. Everyone gathers around while Jirachi looks upon each and every person present, thankful to you all for having given it the opportunity to perform a good deed. A golden cloud forms around it, and in the same way that Jirachi had drifted from the tip of the flute, it now returns to it, the golden hue disappearing inside of the artifact. A part of you doesn't want to give it up, wanting to take care of the Pokémon for eternity, but another part of you is glad to be handing it back to its rightful guardians. Protecting Jirachi is a very big responsibility, and not one you'll be able to carry out for the next hundred years let alone the next thousand, and so you pass it to the Mystic who accepts it graciously. "You've shown great integrity here tonight, and have made a decision that will benefit the lives of many in the future," he says with a smile. "Be safe, and be sure to call upon us should you ever need a favour". He then hands you a stone which you look at curiously as it looks no different to any other small rock laying in the desert except for a small symbol on its surface. "Speak to it, and we will hear." You examine it carefully for a moment before looking up again, but the Mystic and the rest of his tribe are gone, vanished into thin air...

A little later, exhausted from the day's events, you and Reg decide to camp here for the night before continuing on your separate ways in the morning. Settling into one of the abandoned Nightbringers tents, you both stretch out, glad to be finally able to rest. You watch while Belle settles on Reg's chest, the little pang of jealousy you feel at seeing your Pokémon take to another human quickly passing as you realise it's just her way of saying thank you to the man who had helped you both get through this alive. It's quite likely neither of you will ever see him again after tomorrow, so it's not exactly like he's stealing away her affections. Just as Belle as settled with Reg, Ponyta has settled with you, both Pokémon wanting to be close to the person they have bonded with for just one night. Ponyta lays next to you, and as you fall into a deep and peaceful sleep, you feel its breath against your arm, and the warmth radiating from it's body. Placing your hand on its chest and feeling its heart beating rhythmically, as well as hearing Reg's steady breathing from the other side of the tent, you can think of nothing better that you could have wished for.

Waking to a bright and cheerful morning, you stand outside the tent with Reg, Belle, and Ponyta, ready to move out. The two Pokémon appear deeply saddened by the fact they're about to part ways, and Ponyta steps away from Reg's side to walk over and say goodbye, nuzzling your hand affectionately. "It really likes you," Reg says with a meaningful smile. "You do know this doesn't need to be goodbye?" Gazing into Ponyta's eyes you wonder about asking it to accompany you, but you're sure it'll want to return to its family and are sure Reg will reunite it with them, but when you look up at him his face is grim. "It's an orphan now, I saw its parents killed in the village," he continues sadly. "When you saw me take down that Rapidash, it was only seconds after we'd both seen the parents slaughtered by one of the Nightbringers. The Rapidash would have gotten itself killed trying to take the Nightbringer down, so I knocked it out with Blastoise before it could get itself killed..." Not quite knowing what to say you gaze at Ponyta again. This certainly does place a different light on the matter, but what if Ponyta would like to return to its herd? Hmm...

Rick stared carefully at Jirachi after his wish had been made. Would the wish actually work at all was the Primary thing, and another possibility was that Jirachi would outright deny making the wish work, something that would be absolutely horrible. Rick sighed as he looked up at what was probably the only time he would ever witness a Legendary Pokemon at this close range, and watched as the Pokemon beamed down at Rick, making him feel a lot more confident in himself. From the look on the Jirachis face, Rick saw that the Pokemon was actually happy to oblige to the wish, and seemed touch by the boys selflessness. Rick smiled slightly, but then gulped. This was it, the start of the wish, and what he saw as make or brake time. He stared hopefully towards Jirachi, who seemed to have realised it was time to act, and had made its way to the lifeless body of Ponyta. Ricks eyes widened. This was it, the moment he was waiting for. If Ponyta was able to be resurrected, surely then Reg would be as well, and the wish would be a success. Rick felt a little tear come to his eye as he once again stared down at the lifeless body of Ponyta, a dagger imprinted still in its body, the pony laying on the desert floor vacantly. A single tear dropped from Jirachis eyes, and the dagger began to glow a bright purple colour, lifting itself out of Ponytas body, and then falling on the sand. At least, Rick thought, that if Ponyta was still to be dead after this, the weapon that did so would no longer defile its body. The tear fell downwards and landed on the open wound of Ponyta, and a miracle occurred, the wound sealing itself up on the spot as all the blood returned into the Pokemons body, a small star arriving on the locations of what was the Pokemons wound, signifying the sacrifice it had made this day. Rick gasped as he watched the Ponyta resurrected, the darkness returning to its eyes, its legs twitching on the floor, and finally the pony raising its head to look at the area around it. Rick smiled a huge beam, feelings of joy erupting inside his body as he walked over to the Ponyta and hugged it, the small pony relieved to see that Jack was nowhere to be seen, and nuzzling affectionately on Ricks arm. Rick noticed in the corner of his eye that Jirachi was moving, so quickly turned to watch the next part of the wish come into action.

Everyone followed as Jirachi made its was towards the lifeless body of Reg, similar to Ponyta in death, lifeless, white eyed and laid helplessly on the floor. To think, Reg had originally been one of the bad guys in Ricks eyes, simply for the fact he was leading the criminal group in its current action. How wrong Rick had been, and how hard Reg must have worked to get that high in the organisation, only to be murdered in the vital moments of the mission. Rick felt extremely sorry for the man, but with this wish, Rick was fairly certain that he would be alive again, and ready to continue his life in whatever way he wished. The world had now been saved from total darkness, and Reg deserved all the credit he needed; Rick did practically nothing, he was just there at the right time. Although Rick knew what was about to happen, seeing it occur once again was still extremely moving, Jirachis tear healing the wound of the man on the floor, and then forming the same mark that was formed upon Ponyta, the star being a permanent reminder for Reg also of Ricks first adventure in the world of Fizzy Bubbles. Slowly, Reg was brought back into life, and Rick couldn’t help but cry with joy at the sight of the man walking again, and he continued to smile as Reg was embraced by the head mystics, the sight being quite a beautiful one in Ricks opinion. Over the next half our, Rick recalled how the adventure came to its end, and finally began to hear the mystics side of the story, which was really fascinating in all honesty, and as Ricks part ended he turned to see the Pokemon playing with each other nearby. Ponyta and Belle were showing Jirachi what would be its only good time for a thousand years, and the sight of it really made Rick think about what the Pokemons life must be like. Waking up only once in a thousand years, getting only a brief glimpse of how the world has changed, and being forced into work every time it does wake up. It must be a horrible existance. But seeing how happy Jirachi was at the moment, and figuring the Mystics would be there to provide just as much fun every other time the Legendary was awakened, Rick was at ease, and returned to the adult conversation.

Eventually, the three Pokemon returned to the group, and Rick sadly eyed Jirachi, who shared the same appearance of sadness. It was time for the Pokemon to return to its sleep for a thousand years, and Rick couldn’t help but pity it as it flew up into the air, its body turning into the same golden mist from before, and filtering into the flute, fading into nothingness for the millennia. Rick wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to give up the flute in his moment of hesitation. Looking after that legendary and making sure it was okay would be a really honourable task…but, was he really going to be able to look after it by himself for the next thousand years? Unless some form of life giving elixir is invented, Rick very much doubted it. So, happy that Jirachi would at least be in safe hands, he gave the flute back to the mystics, smiling as he did so. He then listened to the mystic speak, and nodded as he received the stone, with a small symbol on the surface. Confused slightly by what the mystic had said, he put it into his bag and sealed it up tight, in case it was ever needed in the future. He then looked up, but gasped as he noticed what had happened; the entire tribe had disappeared in an instance. He looked shockingly at Belle, but the combee simply shrugged, and returned to playing with Ponyta. Rick turned to Reg, and the pair decided that they would camp up together for today, and part in the morning, heading their different directions and onto bigger and better things. Settling into one of the abandoned Nightbringers tents, the pair stretched out and fell asleep. Or at least, Reg did, as Rick eyed Belle sleeping on Regs chest, whatever jealousy Rick had fading away very quickly as he realised it was just her saying thanks to the man that had done so much for them. Ponyta was resting on Rick, so Rick didn’t really have a right to complain anyway. Rick slowly stroked the Pony, before falling into what he thought was a well deserved rest.

Waking up in the morning, Rick was feeling quite gloomy indeed, realising he’d have to say goodbye to two of his comrades today. Getting ready, and staring across at Reg, he sighed as he knew that this was goodbye. Goodbye to Ponyta too, or was it? Rick listened as Reg began to explain Ponytas situation, and his heart began to rise. Rick might be able to persuade the Pony to come onto his Pokemon team after all. Reaching for a spare Pokeball, and smiling, Rick offered “Hey…Ponyta, if you’ve got nowhere to go, consider coming to live with me and Belle. I have plenty of room for you.” Rick smiled encouragingly, hoping it was enough to win over the Pony who had done so much for him over the past few days.

Silverton Ranges (Please reply in LightSteelBlue)

Fuuten: Another beautiful reply from you, I can’t say anything apart from keep it up.

You explain your cover story to the large man before you, and he listens in silence, a fairly impassive expression on his face giving you little idea as to whether he is buying it or not, but his lack of objection gives you a little heart- you don’t need to be making an enemy at this stage, particularly one who is considerably bigger than you and more to the point, seems considerably warmer than you, which would probably be another advantage should push come to shove. Resolved to try and talk yourself out of any difficulty, you attempt to turn the questioning around, asking what the man is doing here while your mind subconsciously asks how he snuck up on you like that.

“Ah, sorry to startle you” he says, and his deep voice echoes slightly around the cavern. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that, just had to be sure you weren’t one of [i]them[/b].” As he says this, he pulls one of the strange contraptions from a strap on his jacket, and holds it above his head, pointing towards you. It looks not unlike a magnifying glass, but with extra sections attached including one aerial-like section which seems to be rotating slowly and humming slightly as it turns. Looking back at the man, you see him nod and say: “Yep, definitely alright. Bit cold, but that’s to be expected really isn’t it?” Your father really shouldn’t have let you come up here without some warmer clothes but there we go, not too cold in here after all, compared to outside. Not going to be able to get out for a while though, storm seems to be set in for a good while.” As he rambles on for a while, you begin to get the idea that the man likes to talk, and he certainly takes his time getting to the point, with you having to prompt him that you’d asked what he was doing here.

Screwing up his face, the man looks at you closely before continuing: “Well, I came here looking for treasure like most people did the first time, I knew it had been abandoned for years but you just hope they got out too quickly and that there’s still plenty of riches in here somewhere. No doubt there are, but I’ve not found any yet and I’ve been here a good many times now. Something about it keeps drawing me back though, I don’t know what it is but I can take an educated guess, and that’s where this baby comes in.” With that, he jabs a chubby digit at the Magnifying Glass like contraption. “D’you know what this is?”

“No?” you answer, honestly.

“It’s a brand new...well, I say brand new, it ain’t but it’s brand new to me all the same, got it off some guy I used to explore these sorta places with years ago...he’s retired now but uh...oh yeah, where was I?”

“You were telling me what that is.” You confirm, pointing to the device.

“Oh yeah, of course. It’s a Silph Scope, made in faraway Kanto. Wanna know what it does?” The name rings a bell though, and a light goes on in your head. You already know what it does, but you hope he isn’t suggesting what you think he is. “It spots Ghosts, even when they don’t wanna be spotted. I reckon there’s a few of them in this mine, there’s funny things happening here and I think I know why. Fancy having a look round with me?” You don’t really fancy going to explore a Haunted Mine, but with the weather outside looking increasingly poor and the man seeming pretty confident in his ability to handle anything, you can’t help but consider his offer. Who knows, if there are ghosts, they might have treasure?

The Graveyard - Please reply in silver

Tenorphin: Despite the fact Mismagius is in quite a hurry to reach the crypt before she loses her chance at freedom, this is the first wild Pokémon you've had the opportunity to fight and you're not about to give up the opportunity. Telling her you'll be quick you turn to face Shuppet, issuing Cantare with attack instructions. Mismagius scowls, powerless to do anything about it seeing as she is bound to the stone you are carrying and therefore unable to head to the crypt alone. She instead hovers over top a tombstone, sighing a little over-dramatically whilst glaring hatefully at the Shuppet who is the cause of this delay before turning her attention to Cantare whom she hopes will take the annoying little pest down quickly. Cantare is far too engrossed with Shuppet to notice Mismagius' annoyance, however, and eagerly follows your orders, far too hyped for battle to bother with his usual silly antics, and immediately whips up a Twister that he sends reeling toward Shuppet. Soil and grass are ripped from the ground as the tornado closes the distance between the two Pokémon, Shuppet being buffeted around in the winds and eventually thrown back out again looking a little worse for wear before the attack dies down and calm presides. Annoyed, you watch as swirling black clouds enter Shuppets eyes, not quite sure what is about to happen when two black thunderbolts shoot out of them, Shuppet's Night Shade striking Cantare in the chest and sending him bowling head over heels backward. Squawking indignantly, Cantare hops to his feet and flaps his wings, puffing his chest out to demonstrate he's far from intimidated by the ghost type while he draws upon his own limited stores of ghostly energy. Shuppet, feeling quite confident that this colourful little parrot is no match for him, grins back at Cantare smugly, but it soon realises its mistake when Cantare sends a rather Ominous looking Wind its way, Shuppet's eyes practically bugging out of its head as the purple wind whooshes past it, dealing quite some damage in the process. It Screeches the godforbidden sound so mindnumbing that Cantare's first reaction is to try and bury his head in the ground just to protect his delicate eardrums, though he doesn't quite manage to be able to do so and instead flaps his wings furiously, squawking back at Shuppet angrily. Mismagius sighs, and when you turn to look at her notice she's surrounding by an aura of dark energy that she's itching to let loose upon Shuppet. "Oh please let me take care of this for you," she pleads, her eyes filled with glee. "It's been so long since I've fought a real battle, this should be fun and will only take a moment...".


Desert of Illusion - Please reply in darkorange

handymankg2: Not realising up until this point how much you would like for Ponyta to accompany you since you hadn't really considered it to be an option, all the while assuming that it would want to return to its parents, you look at the little pony with renewed hope. You can see the sadness in its eyes, knowing that it will never see its parents again, but there is also hope as it looks up at you after hearing what Reg had to say. Belle is rather excited by the thought as well, buzzing about your head excitedly, urging you to offer Ponyta a spot on your team. Though you've already made up your mind it's still nice to know that you have Belle's blessing, and without a second thought remove a spare Pokéball from your backpack. Ponyta's eyes light up, while a broad grin appears on Reg's face. Smiling at the brave little fire horse you offer it the Pokéball and ask it to join you. Tears well in Ponyta's eyes, happy tears, and without a moment's hesitation it nudges the release mechanism on the Pokéball, triggering the capture beam which engulfs the little fire horse and pulls it inside, giving you ownership of the Lv.4 male Ponyta. Immediately releasing your new teammate, you watch while he says goodbye to Reg who also appears to be sad they are parting, yet at the same time happy for both of you as you now have each other and he knows that Ponyta will be well cared for. "We'll meet again one day, Ponyta," he says, reaching out to stroke the pony's neck. "You and I will always have a bond," he continues, placing one hand over the star-shaped pattern at the base of his throat and the other over the identical pattern upon Ponyta's chest. "We've been through a lot together, and if you ever need me I'll always be here for you." With that Reg gives Ponyta a grateful smile along with one final pat before turning his attention to you. "It's been.... interesting, hasn't it?" he asks, his tone suggesting that his fight is far from over. "We may be travelling along different paths now, but this entire ordeal is something we will always share. If one day our journeys should lead us to the same place I hope that you will still trust in me the way you do now. There is evil in the world as you well know, but the loyalty of your team is something that will always see you through. Take care of yourself Rick, and take care of your friends." While all three of you watch Reg as he walks off into the desert you think over his words, sensing there was more to what he was saying than you'd first think. There was a message in there, but what that message is you do not know. Perhaps one day, if you ever cross paths with the man again, you will have worked it out, but right now you have a very excited Combee and extremely joyful Ponyta standing beside you who are quite eager to set off upon new adventures, and if truth be told you're just as anxious to get out of this desert as they are. Right now your future is looking very bright indeed, and as the three of you head back toward civilisation with no particular destination in mind, you're really looking forward to seeing what adventures await you...

With Ponyta's capture you've unlocked your rights to use the Egg House, and have also secured your release from the Arcane Realm. Upon replying to this update you're free to venture in mainstream zones, so have fun. I hope you've enjoyed your introduction to FB as much as I've enjoyed updating you. See you around ^-^.

Originally Posted by enchantress

Desert of Illusion - Please reply in darkorange

handymankg2: Not realising up until this point how much you would like for Ponyta to accompany you since you hadn't really considered it to be an option, all the while assuming that it would want to return to its parents, you look at the little pony with renewed hope. You can see the sadness in its eyes, knowing that it will never see its parents again, but there is also hope as it looks up at you after hearing what Reg had to say. Belle is rather excited by the thought as well, buzzing about your head excitedly, urging you to offer Ponyta a spot on your team. Though you've already made up your mind it's still nice to know that you have Belle's blessing, and without a second thought remove a spare Pokéball from your backpack. Ponyta's eyes light up, while a broad grin appears on Reg's face. Smiling at the brave little fire horse you offer it the Pokéball and ask it to join you. Tears well in Ponyta's eyes, happy tears, and without a moment's hesitation it nudges the release mechanism on the Pokéball, triggering the capture beam which engulfs the little fire horse and pulls it inside, giving you ownership of the Lv.4 male Ponyta. Immediately releasing your new teammate, you watch while he says goodbye to Reg who also appears to be sad they are parting, yet at the same time happy for both of you as you now have each other and he knows that Ponyta will be well cared for. "We'll meet again one day, Ponyta," he says, reaching out to stroke the pony's neck. "You and I will always have a bond," he continues, placing one hand over the star-shaped pattern at the base of his throat and the other over the identical pattern upon Ponyta's chest. "We've been through a lot together, and if you ever need me I'll always be here for you." With that Reg gives Ponyta a grateful smile along with one final pat before turning his attention to you. "It's been.... interesting, hasn't it?" he asks, his tone suggesting that his fight is far from over. "We may be travelling along different paths now, but this entire ordeal is something we will always share. If one day our journeys should lead us to the same place I hope that you will still trust in me the way you do now. There is evil in the world as you well know, but the loyalty of your team is something that will always see you through. Take care of yourself Rick, and take care of your friends." While all three of you watch Reg as he walks off into the desert you think over his words, sensing there was more to what he was saying than you'd first think. There was a message in there, but what that message is you do not know. Perhaps one day, if you ever cross paths with the man again, you will have worked it out, but right now you have a very excited Combee and extremely joyful Ponyta standing beside you who are quite eager to set off upon new adventures, and if truth be told you're just as anxious to get out of this desert as they are. Right now your future is looking very bright indeed, and as the three of you head back toward civilisation with no particular destination in mind, you're really looking forward to seeing what adventures await you...

With Ponyta's capture you've unlocked your rights to use the Egg House, and have also secured your release from the Arcane Realm. Upon replying to this update you're free to venture in mainstream zones, so have fun. I hope you've enjoyed your introduction to FB as much as I've enjoyed updating you. See you around ^-^.

Rick smiled with joy as the Ponyta began to cry, in what Rick could only hope was joy, the tears falling down onto the sands bellow and splattering into tiny particles. Without a moment of hesitation, Ponyta nudges the center of the Pokeball, and is instantly captured into the red Pokeball, no shaking process occurring as the Pony was giving in rather than attempting to escape in any fashion. Rick smiled, and stared down at the Pokeball for a few seconds, before releasing the flaming pony from within, a new team-mate for adventures to come. Rick stares down at his Ponyta, and watches as he slowly wanders over to Reg, and begins to say goodbye. Obviosuly Ponyta hasn’t got the vocal capacity to speak, so the leading of the conversation is done by Reg, whereas Ponyta just neighs and whinnies along happily, Reg smiling as he strokes the Ponytas neck. Rick almost began crying when he heard the cheesyness of the phrases that Reg was saying to the Pony, but it was still a beautiful situation nonetheless. Once Reg was finished with Ponyta, he turned to Rick, who looked up with slightly sadder eyes at the man in front of him, defeating dead, finishing what he had spent most of his life doing, and saving the world completely in the process, he truly looked like a god, and Rick was in awe of the man. But then he spoke back in his normal tone, and the glorious scene in Ricks eyes snapped straight back into reality, and he began to listen intently to the final words that Reg would say to him for a long time, possibly forever. “I…I don’t know what to say, or where to start really, so I’ll just say this. Thankyou. And Goodbye.” Rick smiled as Reg walked off into the desert, and waved after him, having the slight hope that Reg might turn around, see the waving, and be convinced to go on a journey with Rick again. He doubted it would happen, though, and as he disappeared into the sunset Rick knew he would most likely never see the man again. Rick attempted to think over what Reg had said, but didn’t really try to find any meanings in it; only cherish it, as the happiest memory of the man. Rick turned to his partner Pokemon, and newly obtained Ponyta, and smiled eagerly at them. It was time for his next adventure, time for a new place, new terrain, new people, new friends. He nodded, and the pair set off towards their next destination, however far away, however hard to get there, they would continue for many years to come.

And the three young friends walked into the sunset…

Tess, I can't thank you enough for the adventure you have provided with me, being everything I could of asked for as a first journey into Fizzy Bubbles and more. I honestly couldn't and wouldn't have asked for a better updater, and it was a complete pleasure to even attempt to reply to the brilliant updates you made, even making great ones when I gave you very little to go with. I hope to be updated by you again in the future, but for now, thankyou, and farewell.

Originally Posted by Lonely Cubone

Only one reply so far to my last set of updates, so it seemed unfair to make Kori wait any longer, so you get your own personal update. Lucky you. On the roleplaying feedback front, I continue to be very impressed- for someone who didn’t know what to write, you sure wrote a lot! Keep that quality of reply up and you’ll be out of here before you can say “Riviera”

Mediville (Please reply in LemonChiffon)

Kori Gotcha: After brief discussions with Kiera as to your approach to the situation, the two of you take off in hot pursuit of the Slakoth, having to run as fast as you can to catch up with the Slacker Pokémon, which is certainly not living up to its reputation at the moment, giving the two of you, and the following Pokémon, a good bit of exercise. You chase it for about a minute or so, through the underbrush and away from the Lake, into a slightly more woody area, before the Slakoth runs straight towards a tree, diving under a knot and scrambling in panic to hide inside the tree itself, which appears, on closer inspection, to be hollow.

Eager to investigate, you drop down to your knees and place your head flat against the ground, attempting to see inside the hollowed out tree to see what Slakoth is up to. Moving your head forwards slightly, you are able to get a decent view inside the tree and...

“OW!” You explain, withdrawing your head quickly from the opening, managing to add insult to injury by falling as you do so. “That little...scratched me right on the nose!” Your hand feels your nose, which is bleeding pretty badly from the sharp claws of the little Pokémon. Kiera pipes up:
“It must be scared, the poor thing. I wonder what is wrong?” she asks, passing you a tissue for your bleeding nose. “What did you see inside the tree?”

You explain that the tree is indeed hollow and that Slakoth is not the only Pokémon inside, you saw at least one other Pokémon, a Pachirisu inside, also seemingly hiding from something outside the tree, and could hear sounds which could have belonged to several other Pokémon. What you didn’t see however, was any explanation for why the Pokémon were hiding inside the tree, and you say as much to Kiera, with the tissue held over your nose, still facing the tree. Your mind drifts off, wondering what could possibly cause such an uncharacteristic reaction from the Slakoth, when Kiera’s voice drifts into your head, sharper than her usual soft tones, jolting you back to the present.

“I think I know what the cause of this is.” She says, a note of alarm in her voice.
“What?” you ask, still trying to stop the flow of blood.
“Kori. Turn around. Slowly.” Her voice is shriller and more commanding this time, and you do as she says, turning slowly on the spot. Suddenly, you too have a good idea of the cause of all this.

Standing not more than three metres from you is another Pokémon. This one however, is not running scared. No, not at all. In fact, unless you’re very much mistaken, this is the reason the other Pokémon are hiding, and probably also the reason that you haven’t seen many signs of life on this side of the Forest. The creature in front of you is a hulking beast, a Vigoroth for sure, but even larger and more feral than most of its species, standing maybe a few inches taller than yourself, and towering over Torchic and Cyndaquil, who have retreated to stand by you and Kiera’s fee. Its fur is matted and slightly browned from dirt, with a distinct red tinge around the mouth area which you don’t need a second look at to identify: Blood. It is none of these things though, that truly chills you about the Pokémon before you. No, the thing causing the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck is Vigoroth’s eyes. They are semi-glazed and almost vacant in appearance, hardly noticing you but clearly aware of your presence by smell. You are struck by the feeling that this Vigoroth appears to be completely mad, and, judging by its appearance, aggressive.

Now that explains why the Forest is quiet today.

It was far beyond obvious to Kori, this Vigoroth was not in a right state. The eyese were practically blank, but the feeling that was coming off of them only spelled murderous intent. Kori slowly shuffled over to his right, but the Vigoroth turned his head in the same direction.

“Kiera….I think you should slowly head back towards town…and get some help.” said Kori in the calmest manner he could maintain. Kiera was shaking though and could barely pick up a word Kori was saying.

Shit, she’s too freaked out. he thought. Taking another look at the Vigoroth, Kori also thought I’m pretty close to crapping my pants too. Kori saw his Torchic down by his feet. Damn it, if only my Torchic had some more experience, or if I had some other Pokemon….. That was when Kori had an idea. It was risky as all hell, but it was the only thing that he could think of. If it worked, then he just might have a chance against this thing. If it didn’t, this will go down as probably one of the shortest, and bloodiest Pokemon journeys for 2 people.

“Torchic, listen….I need you to be tough for this. On the count of three, I need you to run directly for the tree where the Slakoth and the Pachirisu were hiding. I need you to convince them to help us.” he said. The little Torchic looked up at it’s trainer and looked at him with big teary eyes.

“Chi chic chic, Torchic!” You’ve gotta be shitting me!

“While you do that, I'm going to run the other way and get this thing's attention away from you. Ok Torchic, 1…..” he said, keeping his eyes on the Vigoroth, it’s breathing was heavy, body shaking with mounting adrenaline. “2…..” he said, sweat beading on Kori’s brow, his heart pumping faster than ever. “3!!!!!!!!!!”

Originally Posted by enchantress

The Graveyard - Please reply in silver

Tenorphin: Despite the fact Mismagius is in quite a hurry to reach the crypt before she loses her chance at freedom, this is the first wild Pokémon you've had the opportunity to fight and you're not about to give up the opportunity. Telling her you'll be quick you turn to face Shuppet, issuing Cantare with attack instructions. Mismagius scowls, powerless to do anything about it seeing as she is bound to the stone you are carrying and therefore unable to head to the crypt alone. She instead hovers over top a tombstone, sighing a little over-dramatically whilst glaring hatefully at the Shuppet who is the cause of this delay before turning her attention to Cantare whom she hopes will take the annoying little pest down quickly. Cantare is far too engrossed with Shuppet to notice Mismagius' annoyance, however, and eagerly follows your orders, far too hyped for battle to bother with his usual silly antics, and immediately whips up a Twister that he sends reeling toward Shuppet. Soil and grass are ripped from the ground as the tornado closes the distance between the two Pokémon, Shuppet being buffeted around in the winds and eventually thrown back out again looking a little worse for wear before the attack dies down and calm presides. Annoyed, you watch as swirling black clouds enter Shuppets eyes, not quite sure what is about to happen when two black thunderbolts shoot out of them, Shuppet's Night Shade striking Cantare in the chest and sending him bowling head over heels backward. Squawking indignantly, Cantare hops to his feet and flaps his wings, puffing his chest out to demonstrate he's far from intimidated by the ghost type while he draws upon his own limited stores of ghostly energy. Shuppet, feeling quite confident that this colourful little parrot is no match for him, grins back at Cantare smugly, but it soon realises its mistake when Cantare sends a rather Ominous looking Wind its way, Shuppet's eyes practically bugging out of its head as the purple wind whooshes past it, dealing quite some damage in the process. It Screeches the godforbidden sound so mindnumbing that Cantare's first reaction is to try and bury his head in the ground just to protect his delicate eardrums, though he doesn't quite manage to be able to do so and instead flaps his wings furiously, squawking back at Shuppet angrily. Mismagius sighs, and when you turn to look at her notice she's surrounding by an aura of dark energy that she's itching to let loose upon Shuppet. "Oh please let me take care of this for you," she pleads, her eyes filled with glee. "It's been so long since I've fought a real battle, this should be fun and will only take a moment...".

Mismagius grimaced at gloomy Shuppet, who interrupted her path to freedom, but being helpless to break out of the stone curse by herself, she stared at Shuppet vengefully, as if Shuppet is the one who trapped her in the first place. Instead of objecting to Shou's request, she drifted over to "sit" on a tombstone, while giving everybody a look, before exhaling out in a very loud and peeved manner, as if nobody would be there to hear it, which is ironic, since both Shou and Cantare have better ears than most human and Pokémon respectively.

Cantare, meanwhile, was too deeply preoccupied by his anger towards Shuppet to notice the loud sigh, and proceeded to attack the Shuppet with much gusto. Sending out spinning air towards the ghastly puppet figure. Shou watches as Shuppet came tumbling up and down inside the twister, feeling somehow glad. But that feeling was short-lived as Shuppet's eyes darken and shot two bolts of dark lightning towards Cantare and hit him in the chest. Gasping loudly, Shou feared for Cantare's safety, but knows that Cantare needs to win this himself as it's his first and the more emotional battle, so he did nothing other than holding his fist together. Picking himself up, Cantare continues his battle with Shuppet, forming a dark shaded wind to be flung towards Shuppet and got screeched in return, which Shou responded with clamping his palms to his ears.

Sighing, Mismagius offered to help beating up Shuppet to a pulp. Reluctantly, Shou looked at her, thinking over and over again whether to let her help. On one hand, Shou wanted her to help as he cringe at the sight of Cantare being stalked. On the other hand, if Cantare didn't win this by himself, he'd probably sulk all the way through the rest of the week. THAT is not a productive trainer experience. Turning to face Mismagius, Shou realised that Mismagius is already powering up to prepare an attack. He quickly checked that Cantare was still fighting on, and whispered to Mismagius, "Help him if you want, but please do it secretly, it's his first battle, and I don't want him to feel incompetent because he needed help with his battles. I certainly don't want Shuppet to win, either. So please, be subtle." With that said, Shou turned to Cantare to watch him flapping his wings trying to shake away the echoes of the screeching.

Without having further thought, Shou ordered, heart racing, "Cantare! Use Metronome and then Supersonic to confuse the Shuppet, then use your Peck to attack it!"

Mediville (Please reply in LemonChiffon)

Korius von Gotcha: With the shambling monster little more than ten feet in front of you running its ruddy claws against eachother as the adrenaline began to course through its feral body, your fear begins to clutch at your throat. "Get to town, get help, and quick." you say, as quietly as you can to Kiera through gritted teeth. You're not sure whether she hears you or not as she makes no immediate movement, so you move to step two of the plan, trying to attract the terrifying Vigoroth's attention as you break from the group, sprinting off to your left. You don't turn back to see what has hapenned but you know the beast is chasing you, its footfalls heavy and its cries blood curdling as you run for your life, adrenaline coursing through your own body now as you sprint around the clearing. Luckily the beast doesn't appear to be as quick as it's species would normally be, probably due to its excess size, so you are not torn apart in the first few seconds at least.

Meanwhile, your companions are not idle. Torchic has returned to the tree and is conversing with the Pokemon there with frantic chirps, trying to enlist their aid to help you out. Meanwhile, Kiera is nowhere to be seen as you look around frantically, not looking where you are running now as you look to see the progress of your companion.

Thunk

The crunch of bone on wood is sickening as you manage to run straight into a tree, smashing your arm and right shoulder into the bark, knocking you to the floor. Writhing in pain, you roll over and come face to face with the more immediate concern. The Vigoroth is but inches from you, hunched over. You can feel its hot breath on your face, unpleasant to smell but more unpleasant when it opens its mouth and roars, raising one clawed paw. You close your eyes, and await the inevitable...

Quuuuuuil
GGGGAAAAAAROOOTTTTH

Opening one eye, you are given brief respite to see Vigoroth has turned away from you, and with a view of the creature's back you can see a patch of charred fur, still smouldering. As you look, it begins to sprint towards the source of this new irritation, and as you look past it you can see a shaking Kiera holding Cydanquil tightly in her arms as the beast closes in on them. With another cry, Cyndaquil exhales a thick screen of Smoke, which clouds the area and blocks your view of the situation. You can only hope this buys the two of you some time as Torchic doesn't seem to be making much progress with his negociations..