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    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: The tension in the room became palpable at the man’s eerie remark. How does he know the two of you? You’ve never met him before in your lives… or have you? Stacey seems to think so, much to Jess's surprise.

    Felicia gladly continues her meal, oblivious to the whole conversation. If there’s any comfort to be had, it’s that at least she’s far from one of her psychotic breaks. Her father, on the other hand, seems strangely unfazed by his apparent slip-up. What if it wasn’t a mistake at all? He takes a sip of his drink, puts down the glass slowly and looks at you with a truly unreadable expression – for the first time since you met him. His eyes land on Stacey, in response to her reassuring words.

    - Oh, I know love. I wasn’t to blame for any of it… All the while, I’ve been the victim, since I was a child! But now, thanks to you, I can finally be free of it all…

    You exchange a confused glance. A groggy, heavy glance, that is somehow much harder to pull off than such a simple motion should ever be… You feel as if you’ve been awake for two weeks straight, unable to fight the drowsiness. You struggle against the unnatural feeling long enough to see Felicia’s head drop flat on the table, but it’s so hard to fight back… so hard.… so……

    ----

    Stacey: You feel exhausted; you’ve been running for so long now, carrying the motionless bodies of a Teddiursa and Koffing in your arms; their weight is beginning to feel unbearable, but you have to keep running, or they’ll catch up to you! The Lyanazia woods are dark, the air is thick with moisture and feels uncomfortably warm as it enters your lungs; the branches and rocks graze your feet and ankles, making you wince in pain, but you have to keep going. You try your best to keep up the pace, until you hit your leg on a soaked block of timber and go flying several feet forward, landing less-than-graciously on the muddy floor of the rainforest.

    Your body aches all over, but you persevere. It’s been too long, too hard, too unbelievable of an adventure to give up now. And they’re depending on you… You get to one knee, then back to your feet, legs wobbly and in pain. You spot a lone Stantler in the distance, a welcome sight amidst the desolation. Next to it however, something unexpected, something amiss… a foreign sight in an otherwise familiar painting. A mass of swirling shadows, at first vaguely and then definitely resembling a tall, slim man, pets the Stantler on the head… and then slaps it on the thigh, making it pin up and dash forward, frightened, straight at you! Your body and mind are too numb, too beaten up to react as the beast’s sharp horn pierces you right under the breast, tearing skin, flesh and bone, throwing you to the floor once again… and, with every last ounce of strength escaping your body, the blurry image of your Spiritomb gracing your eyes one last time… you die.

    Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes begin to part open again. In front of you… a Stantler and a man of shadows stand in the distance. That was quite the tumble; you even lost hold of Teddiursa and Koffing! Your body is taken over by a now familiar fatigue. You get to one knee, then to your feet, and just then, the Stantler dashes toward you, piercing you with its horn; an unbearably sharp pain runs through your body, and you fall down. With your dying breath, you silently call for Reaper’s help, but it doesn’t come…

    You fight hard to get back up, take a deep breath, get to one knee and then back to your feet. The forest, humid, dark and cold, sprawls in front of you. Close by, a lone Stantler enveloped by a veil of darkness, next to the faint outline of a human, catches your eye. You feel so tired, so anxious, but all you can muster when the animal suddenly bolts forward and stabs you with its antler is a gasp, followed by a loud scream of agony as you tumble to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, your life draining away with it…

    The mud tastes indescribably terrible, and the wet feeling against your face is bothersome enough to force you to get back up, first to one knee, then back to your feet. You have to hurry and find the Pokemon you were carrying, or you’ll be caught! But your body, your abdomen in particular, is in so much pain, as if a knife had split it open a hundred times… You fall back down, one hand clutching your rib-cage below the breast, the other closed in a fist as tightly as possible as the pain washes over you. Why does it hurt so much? Not even the otherwise-soothing sight of an oblivious Stantler eases the torment... Suddenly, the deer yelps, scared senseless, and starts galloping toward you. You somehow know what happens next, and again feel completely powerless to stop it; you watch passively as death approaches yet one more time, and will continue to do so over and over again, perhaps forever… This time however, just before impact, you spot a brief glow of light emanating from your closed hand, soon vanishing and being replaced by a… metallic feeling? Before you can dwell on it, the antler pierces your ribs and liver again, and again you fall, lifeless, under the apathetic gaze of your Spiritomb.

    The cold, uncomfortable stinging feeling of rain dropping and trickling down across your face makes you open your eyes. Through some inhuman power, or the sheer force of routine, your body rises, almost on its own, to face the ordeal yet again. The brief moment of silence, of rotten peace, of extreme exhaustion just before the tragedy are almost as unbearable by now as the stab itself. You know you’ll be powerless to stop it, your limbs won’t comply, and all you can do is wonder if this will ever end. But then you remember… Your fist loosens and you open your hand to reveal a tiny metal sphere, black in its entirety save for the cyan neon stripes that cross its surface. A Blue Cyberball… In the midst of your numbness, you recall that you used one such ball to house a Pokemon who’s recently been at your side. Was it really recently, though? How long have you been here, anyway?...

    The cry of terror is heard again. The shadows release the angry Stantler in your direction once more, sharp horns crying for your blood and your life for the hundredth time, the thousandth, you can no longer tell. But can this time be different?

    What will you do?

    ----

    Jess: The noise of the crowd is deafening, a sea of people filled with joy and contentment at the magnificent spectacle being put on in the streets of Fizzytopia. After all, this was the first time Connor’s feats were celebrated, in honour of the eightieth anniversary of his heroic victory that saved all of Fizzy Bubbles. The speeches of both Mayor Thompson and the event’s host, Charles Higginbotham, close friend of the legendary hero, inspired the listeners and filled them with a sense of pride to be Fizzytopians. Your own heart is still racing after your amazing victory at the Hero’s Balloon Game.

    Until suddenly, the cries of happiness turn to terrified screams, and waves upon waves of people start running in every direction, bumping into each other and almost dragging you along. You look in the sky and see the Hero’s Float consumed by flames and losing altitude fast, about to crash on countless bystanders! But as you’re pushed around by the rampaging mob, you lose sight of your beloved Atzu the Azumarill. Filled with a sense of urgency, overtaken by a dark, ominous feeling, you start to panic as you call out to the Water-Type to no avail. Trying to fight your way through the crowd, you try to spot the blue rabbit; shoved, pushed, kicked and bumped into, the ordeal almost proves too much until you finally spot a blue sphere through the masses. Atzu’s tail! You get as close as you can, ducking and dodging, and when you finally reach the Azumarill… the sight makes your stomach turn violently. Atzu isn’t moving, isn’t breathing, his body is covered in bruises and shoe marks. Your beloved partner… is dead.

    A wave of despair, guilt, sheer disbelief washes over you, a mix of dark feelings that would make anyone fall to their knees and cry as loud as they could. But you have no time that, as the terrifying realization sets in that your belt, usually holding your companion’s Pokeballs, is entirely empty… followed by a faint, but unquestionably familiar cry of ”Corsola!” It’s Haruki!!

    You rush in the direction of the sound, too concerned to think about anything else by now – you already lost Atzu, you can’t bear to lose anyone else! The cries get weaker and weaker, but as you close in on the origin of the sound, a new, heartbreaking one is clearly audible through the commotion – a snapping, crumbling noise. As you approach Haruki, you lay eyes on the countless fragments of shiny blue coral scattered across the floor, practically trampled to dust, and instinctively turn your gaze away. Tears start welling up, and just then, through the mass of ever-shifting legs to your right, a faint red light glows atop a green helmet… Alice?!

    You run over as fast as the crowd lets you, but the red glow fades shortly before you reach it. By the time you arrive at where Alice was, only her body remains, in a state much like Atzu’s, another gory, soul-crushing sight. Dominated by an overwhelming apathy, you stand motionless as the mob around you continues to panic. One of the many faceless people bumps into you hard, sending you to the floor, only to be stepped on by hundreds of uncaring feet, stomped against the harsh gravel over and over again, with no chance to even try and get back up. Are you… going to end up like all of your Pokemon? Maybe… maybe it’s for the best now…

    You hear a horn in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of an engine. The crowd is slowly dispersing by now, but your body is broken, beaten to the limit of its endurance. You can only watch as one of the many electronic equipment vans that were parked next to the parade comes speeding off straight at you, oblivious to your presence; the driver – hardly resembling a human, but rather a… mass of shadows? - probably focused on nothing else except leaving this god-forsaken festival. As the vehicle draws closer and closer at alarming velocity, a brief flash of light glows above your fractured right hand, and is soon replaced by a pristine-white Snow Ball. The presence within is instantly familiar to you even still inside the device…

    What will you do?!



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    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: The tension in the room became palpable at the man’s eerie remark. How does he know the two of you? You’ve never met him before in your lives… or have you? Stacey seems to think so, much to Jess's surprise.

    Felicia gladly continues her meal, oblivious to the whole conversation. If there’s any comfort to be had, it’s that at least she’s far from one of her psychotic breaks. Her father, on the other hand, seems strangely unfazed by his apparent slip-up. What if it wasn’t a mistake at all? He takes a sip of his drink, puts down the glass slowly and looks at you with a truly unreadable expression – for the first time since you met him. His eyes land on Stacey, in response to her reassuring words.

    - Oh, I know love. I wasn’t to blame for any of it… All the while, I’ve been the victim, since I was a child! But now, thanks to you, I can finally be free of it all…

    You exchange a confused glance. A groggy, heavy glance, that is somehow much harder to pull off than such a simple motion should ever be… You feel as if you’ve been awake for two weeks straight, unable to fight the drowsiness. You struggle against the unnatural feeling long enough to see Felicia’s head drop flat on the table, but it’s so hard to fight back… so hard.… so……

    ----

    Jess: The noise of the crowd is deafening, a sea of people filled with joy and contentment at the magnificent spectacle being put on in the streets of Fizzytopia. After all, this was the first time Connor’s feats were celebrated, in honour of the eightieth anniversary of his heroic victory that saved all of Fizzy Bubbles. The speeches of both Mayor Thompson and the event’s host, Charles Higginbotham, close friend of the legendary hero, inspired the listeners and filled them with a sense of pride to be Fizzytopians. Your own heart is still racing after your amazing victory at the Hero’s Balloon Game.

    Until suddenly, the cries of happiness turn to terrified screams, and waves upon waves of people start running in every direction, bumping into each other and almost dragging you along. You look in the sky and see the Hero’s Float consumed by flames and losing altitude fast, about to crash on countless bystanders! But as you’re pushed around by the rampaging mob, you lose sight of your beloved Atzu the Azumarill. Filled with a sense of urgency, overtaken by a dark, ominous feeling, you start to panic as you call out to the Water-Type to no avail. Trying to fight your way through the crowd, you try to spot the blue rabbit; shoved, pushed, kicked and bumped into, the ordeal almost proves too much until you finally spot a blue sphere through the masses. Atzu’s tail! You get as close as you can, ducking and dodging, and when you finally reach the Azumarill… the sight makes your stomach turn violently. Atzu isn’t moving, isn’t breathing, his body is covered in bruises and shoe marks. Your beloved partner… is dead.

    A wave of despair, guilt, sheer disbelief washes over you, a mix of dark feelings that would make anyone fall to their knees and cry as loud as they could. But you have no time that, as the terrifying realization sets in that your belt, usually holding your companion’s Pokeballs, is entirely empty… followed by a faint, but unquestionably familiar cry of ”Corsola!” It’s Haruki!!

    You rush in the direction of the sound, too concerned to think about anything else by now – you already lost Atzu, you can’t bear to lose anyone else! The cries get weaker and weaker, but as you close in on the origin of the sound, a new, heartbreaking one is clearly audible through the commotion – a snapping, crumbling noise. As you approach Haruki, you lay eyes on the countless fragments of shiny blue coral scattered across the floor, practically trampled to dust, and instinctively turn your gaze away. Tears start welling up, and just then, through the mass of ever-shifting legs to your right, a faint red light glows atop a green helmet… Alice?!

    You run over as fast as the crowd lets you, but the red glow fades shortly before you reach it. By the time you arrive at where Alice was, only her body remains, in a state much like Atzu’s, another gory, soul-crushing sight. Dominated by an overwhelming apathy, you stand motionless as the mob around you continues to panic. One of the many faceless people bumps into you hard, sending you to the floor, only to be stepped on by hundreds of uncaring feet, stomped against the harsh gravel over and over again, with no chance to even try and get back up. Are you… going to end up like all of your Pokemon? Maybe… maybe it’s for the best now…

    You hear a horn in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of an engine. The crowd is slowly dispersing by now, but your body is broken, beaten to the limit of its endurance. You can only watch as one of the many electronic equipment vans that were parked next to the parade comes speeding off straight at you, oblivious to your presence; the driver – hardly resembling a human, but rather a… mass of shadows? - probably focused on nothing else except leaving this god-forsaken festival. As the vehicle draws closer and closer at alarming velocity, a brief flash of light glows above your fractured right hand, and is soon replaced by a pristine-white Snow Ball. The presence within is instantly familiar to you even still inside the device…

    What will you do?!
    At Jessica’s prompt, Stacey seemed to recall something as well. The woman’s hand comforted her own, which had been shaking – subconsciously – not just from nerves of speaking first. Though her brain was still in mist (whether willfully or not), her soul could sense a strangeness was amiss. No, not strangeness. A scathing intimacy, scratching at the surface…

    What happened back then wasn't your fault…

    a greater power was at work…

    you ... you shouldn't feel guilty but I wonder why you do?


    The man slowly took a sip of his drink, and steeled them with an impregnable expression. As soon as words of cryptic confession left his lips, a deep heaviness took hold of the atmosphere. She tried to turn to Stacey for an explanation, but found such a simple clockwork motion more difficult than expected, as if stoppered by rust. From the corner of fading sight, she felt a flicker of innocence as Felicia’s hair fell onto the cloth, slumped next to a half-finished plate (so close her angel hair almost touched the food). Such pure white couldn’t fight against the dark, succumbing instantly to whatever spell had been cast.

    Having been exposed to many more evils in the past, however, Jess was at least semi-aware of the danger. How blind trust and enchantment leads to hypnotism, especially from those who had seen and lived much longer. So she struggled with all her might to stay awake. The remainder of her strength gripped Stacey’s palm tightly, before slackening. Barely focusing over the other’s shoulder, the last thing Jess saw was the photo on the far wall, with what appeared to be the man in his younger days, and two smiling girls beside him… She was about to open her mouth to ask, probe, plead further, but somnolence forced surrender…

    -

    She woke to the sound of screams. Of joy, celebration, song and streamers. But then, those screams suddenly turned sour. To fear, panic, sorrow. The float burst into flames, capsizing over the sea of chaos. People swarming, clamoring and climbing over each other to escape. Jess stood still amidst it all, staring straight at the familiar tower of flames that tickled her mind until her memory snapped. Atzu. Where was Atzu?

    She spotted a buoy lost in the ocean, and pushed desperately past the current, pursuing what was perhaps a dream, a figment of her disordered heart. Like the light of an angler fish, a beacon guiding its prey to the beast’s maw. But she didn’t care. She had to save him, before this horribly small world bares its huge fangs…

    But when she reached him, all that remained was a broken and battered body, bruised badly beyond recognition, blue into black. Bereft of breath.

    A dizzying rush of shock and shame and sheer denial, all at once, made her stagger. No, no, not again. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But she couldn’t stop, think. For at that moment she realized an emptiness by her side, and a call from the other direction. She plunged toward it, gasping for air. The cry grew weaker and weaker, until…

    Crunch.

    Far more than the churning movements of the crowd, the sound sickened her stomach as she reached for the fragments of coral lying at the bottom of the brine, cracked almost completely under pressure into fine dust particles. She swallowed, salt water running from her own eyes as she shifted her gaze from the gruesome scene…

    Just accept it, this is fate
    So next, next, next…


    Her blurred vision caught the bright glow of a green helmet, glaring red like a traffic signal. A lighthouse warning to steer boats away. But the stricken siren voice was too much to bear, and had the opposite effect of leading sailors astray. So she ran straight to the rocks, where she found Alice in much the same state as Atzu. A tiny twisted form, seeping scarlet onto the street…

    "No, no, I don’t want it to be destroyed…"
    There came a world where happiness ends…

    "Madder red, I beg you, please don’t ruin anyone’s future anymore."


    She couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So she let herself be engulfed by the depths of despair, sinking slowly as others treaded over her, struggling for their own survival. All the time, she kept numbly thinking: This can’t be right. Haruki and Alice weren’t even at the event. But the repeated pain in her own pounding limbs and chest was proof, reminding her that this wasn’t an illusion.

    In this unnatural scene,
    The shimmering heat laughed, "This is the real thing!"


    No, there was something off about that statement. But she couldn’t process or bring herself to bother. Her friends were dead. And soon she would be too. Just as well, she deserved such punishment for not being able to protect them… Or Stacey... Or anyone...

    She heard a blare, an engine in the distance. A truck came barreling down the road, oblivious to lingering passerby, especially even ones collapsed on the concrete. She couldn’t discern the shadowy profile in the driver’s seat, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t blame them for wanting to escape this carnival of demise, even at the cost of more casualties. As the screeching tires approached, she smiled to herself at the irony while a melody rang in her ears…

    Just then, a warmth – no, cold sparked above her fractured fingers. Something like a smooth stone insinuated between them. She could scarcely crane her neck to perceive the pristine presence against a backdrop of blood, but detected a round weight deposit. Rather than accepting it as the sign of a savior, such a miracle only filled her with further dread. Though she knew that giving up was weakness in itself, she refused to double the sin of suicide by risking another life for hers. She had to save whoever was in there, at least.

    Her first thought was to throw the ball as far as she could, but her wrist could hardly move, let alone her arm. With great reluctance, she finally choked out,

    “I’m sorry.”

    …As she managed to stretch her thumb just enough to press the release button.

    Crimson flooded the boulevard, and a small Snorunt stood directly in the vehicle’s path. Jess tried to shout, tell her to hurry, get out of the way, but her throat wouldn’t produce any noise. She shut her lids, praying for safety.

    Please… Someone help…

    Seconds passed, and Jessica gradually dared to peek slightly. To her surprise, the incoming wheels that would’ve crushed her skull were stopped just short a few feet in front of her. In between, Kristen had erected a PROTECTive barrier. Jessica stunned at the size of it; there was no way she could’ve done that by herself, given her low level of skill… For that matter, why was the shield a shade of ruby instead of jade?

    Her questions increased when she heard a soft munching. Squinting, the Snorunt appeared to strangely be snacking on something. What was it? Some kind of crystalline substance…

    Despite the agony it caused her nervous system, Jess sat straight up. No mistaking it, those sapphire shards were pieces of Corsola.

    Her horror intensified when the mineral seemed to meld with the monster consuming it, sprouting horns of similar shine and structure. The fiend licked her lips.

    “Ah, delicious~”

    A chill ran down the girl’s spine as she listened to such a terrifying tone coming from Kristen’s tongue, similar to a snake’s hiss. Her sockets were inflamed, just like that time…

    “Who are you?”

    Jessica whispered. Despite quivering, her query was unexpectedly calm, clear.

    The demon grinned.

    “My name, love, is Lilith. You and your servant kindly awakened me one year ago, and provided me a host to stay in while I regain my powers. For that I suppose I owe you, so I spared your life in addition to this little one’s, insignificant though it may be.”

    She surveyed her surroundings, drinking in the devastation.

    “Ah, such beautiful carnage… It has strengthened me enough so I may speak without need for that silly sketchpad. But still…” She cast a sly, searching look at Jess, as if peering into the trainer’s past. “I wonder what this place truly reflects.”

    Jessica squirmed under scrutiny, and Lilith laughed.

    “I see, you have met one of my minions before. You and this… ‘Haruki’ witnessed her work in the Glacier Islands, correct?”

    Jessica’s brow furrowed. It hurt to contemplate. What was she talking about? (For that matter, exactly whose history was she accessing? Had she somehow absorbed Haruki’s knowledge as well?) Did she mean the Jynx from back then? The name conjured jumbled images of snow and ice and petrified corpses preserved within them. Jess shuddered, having hoped to keep those recollections buried deep, frozen for eternity.

    “Ah, but my protégé’s feats are far from impressive, compared to mine. Allow the master to demonstrate true art.”

    Lilith approached Alice’s limp figure, running her paw along the pale skin, perfect cheekbones. As if playing with a precious doll, she parted the pretty silk strands that hid a glass rose, blooming wide but utterly blank.

    Then, in one swift motion, she snapped Alice’s crown jewel, ripping it directly from the emerald dome. Some liquid spurted out from the temple and splashed across Jessica’s face.

    “Ah… Ah…”

    Lilith giggled as she skipped over to Atzu, swinging the spike with wicked intent as she stabbed it gleefully into his gut. She began to carve carefully outward, stripping the fur from his flesh. When she got to the gullet, she leaned in close, kissing and caressing and nipping at the nape until her lips were completely stained. Jessica could only watch helplessly, bile rising to her own throat.

    Stop. What are you doing? Oh God, why?

    The queen lifted her new cape and wrapped it around herself, cackling with delight as she spun, spraying more rosary beads into the air.

    “Well, what do you think? A masterpiece, is it not?”

    Silence.

    “You’re right… It needs one final touch.”

    She flipped the blade around, and without hesitation, impaled it right through her own chest and out the back. Ribbons spilled forth like serpents, twining together to form a circle around her waist. The sash helped bind the hide to her frame, which had grown to the full height of a human child. The pelt itself purposefully stretched to fit, now resembling sleeves and a skirt.

    “Ah, much better. Nowhere near my original magnificence, of course, but this will have to do for now.”

    “…Yours.”

    “Pardon? What did you say, dear? Do speak up. As rightful ruler of the underworld, I shall make a special exception in this case and lend you an ear.”

    “…Not yours.” Excruciatingly, Jess crawled forward, clutching at the hem of the cloak. Atzu’s coat. All that was left of him. “Give it back!” she sobbed.

    Frost crossed Lilith’s countenance as she shook the beggar off. “FOOLISH MORTAL,” she screeched, “IT SEEMS YOU STILL DO NOT KNOW YOUR PLACE.” Flashing with rage, she hovered over the scarred, scared mess as a wintry gale picked up and whipped through the area. A booming wail bellowed in the wind: “PERHAPS I SHALL TEACH YOU A LESSON, SO YOU WILL KNOW TO BOW BEFORE ME…”


    OoC - Using 1x Dawn Stone on Snorunt to evolve her into Froslass.

    Leaving the rest up to MZ since I'm still not sure where I'm going with this I already took the liberty of stopping the truck (with permission).
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    Quote Originally Posted by MarbleZone View Post
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    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: The tension in the room became palpable at the man’s eerie remark. How does he know the two of you? You’ve never met him before in your lives… or have you? Stacey seems to think so, much to Jess's surprise.

    Felicia gladly continues her meal, oblivious to the whole conversation. If there’s any comfort to be had, it’s that at least she’s far from one of her psychotic breaks. Her father, on the other hand, seems strangely unfazed by his apparent slip-up. What if it wasn’t a mistake at all? He takes a sip of his drink, puts down the glass slowly and looks at you with a truly unreadable expression – for the first time since you met him. His eyes land on Stacey, in response to her reassuring words.

    - Oh, I know love. I wasn’t to blame for any of it… All the while, I’ve been the victim, since I was a child! But now, thanks to you, I can finally be free of it all…

    You exchange a confused glance. A groggy, heavy glance, that is somehow much harder to pull off than such a simple motion should ever be… You feel as if you’ve been awake for two weeks straight, unable to fight the drowsiness. You struggle against the unnatural feeling long enough to see Felicia’s head drop flat on the table, but it’s so hard to fight back… so hard.… so……

    ----

    Stacey: You feel exhausted; you’ve been running for so long now, carrying the motionless bodies of a Teddiursa and Koffing in your arms; their weight is beginning to feel unbearable, but you have to keep running, or they’ll catch up to you! The Lyanazia woods are dark, the air is thick with moisture and feels uncomfortably warm as it enters your lungs; the branches and rocks graze your feet and ankles, making you wince in pain, but you have to keep going. You try your best to keep up the pace, until you hit your leg on a soaked block of timber and go flying several feet forward, landing less-than-graciously on the muddy floor of the rainforest.

    Your body aches all over, but you persevere. It’s been too long, too hard, too unbelievable of an adventure to give up now. And they’re depending on you… You get to one knee, then back to your feet, legs wobbly and in pain. You spot a lone Stantler in the distance, a welcome sight amidst the desolation. Next to it however, something unexpected, something amiss… a foreign sight in an otherwise familiar painting. A mass of swirling shadows, at first vaguely and then definitely resembling a tall, slim man, pets the Stantler on the head… and then slaps it on the thigh, making it pin up and dash forward, frightened, straight at you! Your body and mind are too numb, too beaten up to react as the beast’s sharp horn pierces you right under the breast, tearing skin, flesh and bone, throwing you to the floor once again… and, with every last ounce of strength escaping your body, the blurry image of your Spiritomb gracing your eyes one last time… you die.

    Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes begin to part open again. In front of you… a Stantler and a man of shadows stand in the distance. That was quite the tumble; you even lost hold of Teddiursa and Koffing! Your body is taken over by a now familiar fatigue. You get to one knee, then to your feet, and just then, the Stantler dashes toward you, piercing you with its horn; an unbearably sharp pain runs through your body, and you fall down. With your dying breath, you silently call for Reaper’s help, but it doesn’t come…

    You fight hard to get back up, take a deep breath, get to one knee and then back to your feet. The forest, humid, dark and cold, sprawls in front of you. Close by, a lone Stantler enveloped by a veil of darkness, next to the faint outline of a human, catches your eye. You feel so tired, so anxious, but all you can muster when the animal suddenly bolts forward and stabs you with its antler is a gasp, followed by a loud scream of agony as you tumble to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, your life draining away with it…

    The mud tastes indescribably terrible, and the wet feeling against your face is bothersome enough to force you to get back up, first to one knee, then back to your feet. You have to hurry and find the Pokemon you were carrying, or you’ll be caught! But your body, your abdomen in particular, is in so much pain, as if a knife had split it open a hundred times… You fall back down, one hand clutching your rib-cage below the breast, the other closed in a fist as tightly as possible as the pain washes over you. Why does it hurt so much? Not even the otherwise-soothing sight of an oblivious Stantler eases the torment... Suddenly, the deer yelps, scared senseless, and starts galloping toward you. You somehow know what happens next, and again feel completely powerless to stop it; you watch passively as death approaches yet one more time, and will continue to do so over and over again, perhaps forever… This time however, just before impact, you spot a brief glow of light emanating from your closed hand, soon vanishing and being replaced by a… metallic feeling? Before you can dwell on it, the antler pierces your ribs and liver again, and again you fall, lifeless, under the apathetic gaze of your Spiritomb.

    The cold, uncomfortable stinging feeling of rain dropping and trickling down across your face makes you open your eyes. Through some inhuman power, or the sheer force of routine, your body rises, almost on its own, to face the ordeal yet again. The brief moment of silence, of rotten peace, of extreme exhaustion just before the tragedy are almost as unbearable by now as the stab itself. You know you’ll be powerless to stop it, your limbs won’t comply, and all you can do is wonder if this will ever end. But then you remember… Your fist loosens and you open your hand to reveal a tiny metal sphere, black in its entirety save for the cyan neon stripes that cross its surface. A Blue Cyberball… In the midst of your numbness, you recall that you used one such ball to house a Pokemon who’s recently been at your side. Was it really recently, though? How long have you been here, anyway?...

    The cry of terror is heard again. The shadows release the angry Stantler in your direction once more, sharp horns crying for your blood and your life for the hundredth time, the thousandth, you can no longer tell. But can this time be different?

    What will you do?
    Sorry about the lateness of my reply, been dying to get this out since I got my internet back ^-^

    Stacey needed him to know that what had happened that day wasn't his fault and although it had been hard for both of them it had made her Pokemon stronger. The destruction caused by the beam that struck the city had been catastrophic and she had been injured in the attack but her Pokemon had survived and even her Misdreavus had evolved, beautiful and deadly and along with the other trainers had defeated a wild Rhydon. Felicia seemed oblivious to the tension that her statement had caused and saw that she too had an unreadable expression, it was if she was fighting the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. The response they received was far from what she expected and she turned to Jess frowning in confusion but found that she was struggling to meet her eyes. Stacey suddenly felt all the energy she possessed robbed from her as her eyes nearly closed. She felt a panic grip her chest as she realised that she had been drugged before that dark place in her mind called out to her.

    'You should have known, you can never go anywhere or trust anyone, they will always hurt you'. Stacey saw Felicia, his daughter fall to the table under the same effects and her last thought was for her Golett Dwemer, she mentally begged him to run, to escape her fate as she too collapsed.

    -----

    She wasn't waking up, no she was already awake but still so very very tired. She was running, she felt that she had been running for an eternity as her legs felt like lead and and her lungs burnt against the strain of her increased breathing. The forest around her was thick and seemed to reach out for her at every turn. It was so warm, had it always been this warm? Her white shirt had stuck to her chest that was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. In her arms lay Maddie who was only a little Teddiursa and Jericho her wise ass Koffing. She had to keep them safe, she had too ... she went flying as she tripped over a thick branch and sent her Pokemon sliding through the mud. As she picked herself up she wondered why this was all so familiar, had she been here before? Hadn't she already ran as far as she could, protected her Pokemon? As she rose to her knees her body screaming that she remains still, that she rest she saw another familiar sight, a lone Stantler who had locked eyes with her but next to it was something new, something that had not been there before. A shadowy figure stood next to the Stantler petting it on the head before slapping its thigh causing it to rear up and charge right for her. He eyes widened in horror as her mind caught up with the situation a little too late.

    'No ... not again!' she thought as the Stantler dove right into her, its antlers spearing her through her chest, just under her breast tearing through flesh and snapping her bones as if they were twigs. She gasped in shock before the pain hit her like a train. She was sent flying through the air landing on her back, her blood coating the floor of the forest as her last living breaths escaped her torn lungs. She saw the blurry figure of her Spiritomb in the distance and his name escaped her lips as she died.

    -----

    Suddenly she gasps coughing as if she had the worst chest infection ever, why did she feel so damn tired? And why did her chest hurt so much? Opening her eyes against the mud that clung to them she saw her Teddiursa and Koffing lying on the ground, that was right she had tripped and dropped them, she had to get to them, to make them safe. She rose to one knee and again the figure of the Stantler entered her vision and the shadowy man that stood by its side. It repeated the same action as before and the reindeer charged for her again. She was too tired to move, her brain was already breaking through the fog and begging her to try. The same antlers pierced her chest and tore it apart and she landed with a thud as she gasped in agony and fear. She found her voice this time and screamed Repears name now with her dying breath.

    -----

    Again the felt her cold wet ground beneath her face and again she made it to her knees before the now terrifying sight of the beast that would kill her again. Why was she reliving this over and over? This had been the worst day of her life, the day of her painful and pointless death and now she had to relive it again and again. The Stantler charges for her again and her eyes show the fear and agony she felt in her heart as she was unable to muster the strength to fight it. It dove into her ripping her body apart and she screamed in pain as she fell back to the earth her blood spilling from her uselessly pumping heart and she begged for it to end, permanently this time.

    -----

    The mud tasted like tar in her mouth and she spat it out wanting to brush her teeth as she opened her eyes to the forest floor. She pushed off the ground and shivered. Was it cold? She didn't feel cold but she couldn't stop shivering. She managed to get to her feet when an almighty pain ripped through her abdomen and chest knocking her back down to one knee. She gasped trying to fight against it, trying so hard to breathe. Oh God it hurt so bad and why was that Stantler staring at her like that, couldn't it see she was in pain? Suddenly a shadowy figure whacks it hind and it rears forward charging for her. Her eyes widen and fresh tears fall from them.

    'Please let this end, I can't go on like this anymore. Stop hurting me, I ... I can't take it. Let me die, just let me die.' As the pained sob left her lips at the inevitable she saw a flash of white appear in her hand replaced by the feel of cold metal. Before she could look down however she was speared again and her last vision was of Reaper and his uncaring look. She blinked as the tears fell and so did her life.

    -----

    The rain stung her face, it was nothing compared to the pain she felt throughout her body but it was enough to wake her up. As if her body was working on autopilot she rose to her knees, her head remaining low as she breathed in oxygen into her damaged lungs. Was there any point in fighting? It was inevitable, even this period of silence before her death was just as painful, the waiting, the awful anticipation. It was never going to end, this was how she was going to spend eternity. What had she done to deserve this? This was Hell and she was trapped here. The silence had felt so much longer this time but her sense of time was so distorted, she didn't even remember how so got here anymore. All she could remember was the pain but something was different, was she imagining it? Her hand was grasped around something round and cold. Her sorrowful eyes turned to see a Blue Cyberball held in her right hand. Was she imagining it? This was ... this was Dwemer's ball! He had been with her recently, or had he? At this time, the first time he hadn't even been born, was this her mind trying to give her hope? She fight her hand tighten on the beautiful object before she looked up to see the Stantler cry out as the shadows send it charging right for her, its antlers pointing forward for her chest.

    'It's real I know it is, it ... it has to be' she said as she shook from fear and adrenaline, as her eyes faced the beast that dashed to end her life. A new emotion entered her heart along with the thin string of hope the metal ball in her hand brought, anger ... no hot burning rage. Her eyes shed tears and the fear was still causing her heart to beat a charging pace but she was furious. She narrowed her eyes at the beast, she didn't blame it the first time it had caused her death and even now a rational part of her mind buried so far under her emotions that the shadows around the beast were causing this but the Stantler was the one who killed her over and over. This rage, this desperation to stay alive was giving her body strength, allowing her to move and with all the strength she possessed she threw the cyberball at the charging Stantler, hoping that as it hit its head it would knock it off course. What she would ask her Pokemon within to do she would regret later but right now all she regretted was no doing this sooner.

    'Dwemer, please help me. I can't die again. Stop the Stantler, end it all ... kill it! Dynamicpunch and Superpower, rip its horns off' she mentally pleaded with him inside his ball before she slumped back completely spent.
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    Brine Island
    Salin City - The only real city in the entire island chain, Salin City is huge. Taking up the entirety of Brine Island, Salin City has everything-from shopping places, to schools, hospitals, a Pokemon Center, an airport, and a seaport, among other things. There is a small park in the middle, with a fishing pond and a few trees scattered about. Stands line the streets wishing to sell you things, and it'd be pretty hard to not find something to do. But if you would happen to find yourself in such a dilemma, there is a Pokemon Gym in the city which holds eight leaders, one each to symbolize the Cascadian Archipelago. However, only one may be challenged per visit to the gym.
    OoC: Thanks for taking me on Marble! You can be as blunt with my writing as you want to be, but I'm hoping that won't be necessary and I can prove that being let out of the AR was surely not a mistake ^^;

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    Stepping off the ferry via plank, Ethan breathed a breath of fresh air, stretching as he did, "Ahhhh!" he yawned, "I can’t believe how long we were on that boat ride, it felt like an eternity." he whined to his Sableye who was happily grinning, content to be back on the young trainer's left shoulder.

    "We haven't been able to do much since the last time you were with us.." the man said remembering how not even a week had passed since his Sableye was back home.

    "Sab…"

    "But now that you're back maybe it’s a good sign, a good time to go on an adventure." Walking down the dock into the city the young man looked around the bustling environment, with its captivating lights and sounds, the different venues all scattered around and different mix of people from the many regions this world had to offer. This place was a bit different from where he grew up, but felt similar to where he ended up moving to in his early twenties.

    "Well Adam is there anything you wish for us to do?"

    "Sab!" the creature pointed at a sign near a Pokémon Center quite excitedly like a child trying to show off something they wanted.

    The sign with 8 different silhouettes of Gym Leaders along with their badges read like this; Do you think you have what it takes to take on the eight gym leaders of Cascadia? Then prove it! Register and take on the challenge today!

    A bit corny for Ethan's taste but the message proved effective enough,

    Patting the cave dweller on the head, the young man smiled, "Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking of us doing anyway haha."
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    Lily Island

    The Silver Forest


    jolteonjak: You realize that outsmarting this team might be difficult – after all, they seem to read each other’s thoughts to the point where talking is no longer required! Thinking that maybe keeping your voice down will make it harder for them to counter your moves, you whisper your instructions to Cyndaquil.

    The fire mouse immediately puts your instructions to use, running quickly around the field to minimize the odds of Excadrill hitting him from below. He dashes toward Baro, trying to spot the Dig hole as he goes, which proves fairly easy given Excadrill’s size. Rushing over to it, Cyndaquil shoots multiple golden stars down the tunnel, certain that the move will hit somewhere down there.

    Just then, the ground shakes, and dangerously close to Cyndaquil emerges his opponent, barely missing him; the Swift attack, however, follows close behind, and scores a direct hit as soon as Excadrill sets his feet on the ground!
    Barely hurt given its typing however, the mole Pokémon just grins as it dashes forward and Cuts your partner with its huge claw!

    Trying to shake it off, Cyndaquil shoots a number of blue flaming orbs, attempting Will-o-Wisp. The flames float slowly in the air however, and Excadrill swiftly counters each of them with a pinpoint precision Mud Slap, drowning out each fire before they hit, but none of the Mud Slaps make their way over to Cyndaquil himself either.

    Baro smiles, saying nothing, as his trusty partner begins to glow a bright yellow and the ground beneath shakes and cracks; you’re familiar with the next move… Earth Power!

    How do you counter this?!

    Chad watched in horror as it appeared impossible to even scratch Baro and his Excadrill. He knew the Swift attack he ordered wouldn’t cause a lot of damage, but at least he learned that Excadrill was capable of sustaining damage. Meanwhile, Cyndaquil was taking a lot damage.

    He knew if he was going to succeed he would have to surprise Excadrill, as it seemed to be fighting on its own. How could he do this though? The Will-o-Wisp attack was supposed to catch Excadrill off guard, but it didn’t. Excadrill was able to quickly counter the attack with an attack of its own.

    “Stay strong buddy!” he yelled out to the Fire Mouse Pokémon. “I know you can do this!”

    Chad looked all over the battlefield for some clues. He wondered if Cyndaquil should hide in a tree and just shoot fire from the branches. That idea immediately gave him flashbacks to the time Cyndaquil accidentally burnt down part of a forest; and he figured if that happened Baro would show even less mercy. He had already decided not to try and use the holes Excadrill already dug; Excadrill was bound to know a powerful Ground-type attack like Earthquake or Magnitude or…

    Just then Chad witnessed Excadrill beginning to glow a bright yellow. He felt the ground beneath him tremble a bit. He noticed it start to crack. He recognized this attack. His eyes instantly bugged out in astonishment, it’s Earth Power!

    FLAMETHROWER! On the ground! Get in the air now!” Chad yelled out as loud and quickly as he could. He hoped it would be enough time for Cyndaquil react to avoid taking too much damage from the Ground- and Steel-type’s latest attack by using the Flamethrower as propulsion to get some height. ‘Steel-type, yes, Excadrill is part Steel,’ Chad thought to himself. ‘If I play my cards right, maybe I can surprise Excadrill!’ “Then on the way down, surround yourself with Swift! I know that won’t damage it a lot, but it’ll still take damage.”

    Chad decided to use this time he hopefully bought to make sure he understood the details of his new plan. Now it was up to Excadrill to do fall into his trap.



    OOCA: (A = Again) For sake of continuity, Cyndaquil doesn’t have the Fire Ball I put him in from 2013’s Fizzby Birthday celebration.
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    Storm Lake - A crescent moon shaped lake that surrounds the north and east sides of the Power Plant, Storm Lake is an electrically charged freshwater lake. Only a few Pokemon live inside the lake, but many electric types come to cool off.
    “We’re here!” announced Karmas in a sing song voice as he stepped off the ferry.

    The trainer took in the Lake, a large smile on his face. It felt like it had been forever since he had left his base, and he had forgotten how good it felt. Karmas didn’t even get to take three steps before something slammed into this neck, wrapping its arms around his neck and sending him falling to the ground.

    “Thanks Claptrap,” muttered Karmas, picking himself up.

    The Carnivine let out a chuckle, and propped his head atop of Karmas’, almost like a rudimentary hat. Everyday Karmas regretted letting Claptrap watch a certain show that involved a grass type latching onto its owner’s head. At least Claptrap didn’t use his mouth.

    “So where do we want to go first?” asked Karmas.

    Claptrap loosened one of his arms and pointed right at the lake. “So you want to go to the shores of the lake?” He shook his head. “Something on the other side of the lake?” Once again, the Carnvine shook his head. “You do know that the water is electrified right?” Nothing. “Yeah, neither of us would last very long in there.” Claptrap pointed at the lake again in a more insistent fashion. “Fine then, we’ll go and check out the lake, but we aren’t going to be actually going into the lake!”

    Claptrap didn’t say anything; instead he gave his trainer a large goofy smile which Karmas took as a sign that he agreed with Karmas’ decision. With that in mind, the trainer started walking, ready for anything.

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    jolteonjak: ((Welcome back JJ, and congrats on graduating from the AR! ^^))

    Baro and Excadrill again prove they are a formidable pair, effectively countering your strategies at every turn. You scramble your head for a way to surprise the seemingly omniscient opponents, but the pressure isn’t helping. Excadrill is about to unleash a deadly Earth Power that will definitely leave a dent in your tiny Cyndaquil, possibly knock him out clean!

    Suddenly, a memory springs up. A forest fire caused by you and Cyndaquil in a previous adventure, reminding you that using the woods for cover would only further infuriate the already fuming Baro… but that didn’t mean you couldn’t use fire at all!

    The Fire Mouse’s expression lights up the second your orders reach his ears. It’s a risky tactic, but it’s all you have to go on! You can only hope that Cyndaquil’s already strong enough to propel his own body upwards with his Flamethrower… otherwise he’s a sitting duck! The Fire-Type arcs his head back and unleashes a massive stream of flames against the ground directly beneath it. For a while, nothing happens, and the floor starts to crack and crumble as Excadrill finishes charging up… Just as you’re about to lose all hope, Cyndaquil’s body is suddenly propelled upwards by the fire pillar, narrowly dodging five deadly earthen spike that sprout moments later from the rocky soil! You did it!

    Baro looks shocked for the first time in the entire match, watching in disbelief as Cyndaquil reaches an incredible height. High up in the air, he takes aim and dives down, homing in on the foe who is still stunned for missing. Golden stars surround the mouse’s body, and explode on contact immediately after Cyndaquil lands hard on top of Excadrill’s head!

    - It… can’t be!

    You realize why Baro looks so shocked: Excadrill begins to flail its head incessantly, looking to drive its iron horn into Cyndaquil, but somehow the tiny Fire-Type is… holding on to the mole’s head! The more Excadrill struggles, the harder Cyndaquil tries to keep its grasp, knowing that the consequences will be terrible if he falls off and tumbles right in front of the massive opponent!

    You have effectively closed the distance between Cyndaquil and his foe, surprising both Baro and Excadrill into temporary confusion. You need to find a way to capitalize before the Ground-Type shoves your partner off, because it will pummel Cyndaquil into a pulp the second it falls to the ground!

    What will you do?



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    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: ((Sorry for the delay!))

    Jess: The rise of Lilith, queen of ice and blood, represents as much of a danger as your previous predicament; even though the demonic Froslass effectively saved you from the incoming truck, her fury now promises unimaginable degrees of pain that make being ran over seem like the better scenario after all…

    For a while, it seems only you and Lilith remain in the entire festival. It’s as if her powers are altering this reality, which doesn’t seem all that real to begin with; in a fraction of second, the raucous crowd can no longer be heard; there are no more screams, crying children, not one more foot meets your broken body lying on the floor. The only thing that can be heard and felt is the bone-chilling wind; there is only fear, pain and cold, so much cold… The gale turns into a full-on hailstorm, ice crystals pelting your skin relentlessly, mercilessly; Lilith floats above you, blinded by otherworldly rage, and countless icicles take shape and hover around the Froslass, their sharp edges pointing directly at you…

    Suddenly, everything turns white. A powerful flash of light fills the entire area, and afterwards, an indescribable feeling of peace washes over you, easing your pain, somehow putting your mind at rest despite everything you just witnessed. Even with this intense radiance, for some reason you aren’t blinded and your eyes have no difficulty adjusting to the clarity; you watch as Lilith screeches and her body returns to red plasma before being forced back into Kristen’s Snow Ball. And when the light finally subsides, you find yourself inexplicably healed and strong enough to stand back up.

    The streets are still empty. Whether this is still a side effect of Lilith’s outburst or another manifestation of the light’s magic you can’t tell, but one thing you’re sure of – Alice, Haruki and Atzu’s corpses are nowhere to be found, not a trace of blood on the gravel either. You instinctively look at the truck that Kristen stopped, only to find the driver’s seat equally empty. And just then a soothing, feminine, almost musical voice is heard from above; you immediately look up and stand in awe of what you see – the figure of a woman completely covered in the same white light that banished Lilith before, floating in the sky like an angel.

    Pay heed to the silent tale
    Of two girls by blood unbound;
    Understand this song of pain
    So one day may truth be found.

    Just like sisters, closest friends
    No parents to call their own
    Grew together in an orphanage
    Doomed to always be alone.


    You have strong suspicions as to who the woman of light is referring. The “angel” floats down until her feet are mere inches above the ground, directly in front of you, and resumes her poem.

    One day came a kind old man
    When one was five, the other three;
    He offered to take them home
    Both were happy as could be.

    So began this tale of three
    A family of make-believe
    Though he gave them all his love
    One more thing he sought to give…


    The woman takes your hand in hers. It feels warm to the touch, especially after Lilith’s cold onslaught. She presses something against your open palm and closes your hand afterwards, uttering two final words before vanishing into nothingness.

    Save her…

    After the apparition is gone, you open your hand again – in it is a similarly unremarkable 1x Green Feather. Just then, you start to feel light-headed again, just like you did before finding yourself at the festival, and before you know it, you pass out…

    ---

    Stacey: Utter desperation begins to set in at the millionth death you experience. Your mind starts to cave in, and just as you’re about to give up and accept your eternal fate, a glimmer of hope materializes in the palm of your hand. Realizing that the presence within may be your only hope of breaking the cycle – regardless of what must happen to Stantler to do so -, you hurl the Blue Cyberball straight at the incoming deer with the very last of your strengths. Your eyes follow the sphere’s path and watch as it collides with one of Stantler’s horns, temporarily staggering it and forcing the device open. From inside hops Dwemer, silent and resolute like always, and stoically stands between you and the quadruped who is about to resume its charge.

    The golem’s eyes narrow upon entering the battlefield, ready to carry out your gruesome orders without a hint of hesitation. It waits until the beast is in range and unleashes a vicious Dynamic Punch that stops Stantler dead in its tracks, completely halting its movement and almost knocking it out clean! Dazed beyond hope, the deer wobbles and looks around lost in confusion, but Dwemer’s not done with it… Grabbing the beast by the antlers, it lifts the creature off the ground and starts to pull, harder and harder, hoisting the victim helplessly in the air… until a loud crack echoes throughout the forest when the Pokemon’s horns are ripped from its skull! A crimson shower covers the heartless Ghost-Type as it releases the dead Stantler, throwing its carcass to the floor and leaving it in a pool of its own blood.

    For the first time in what feels like years, you lay on the ground unharmed; the sharp, unforgiving edge of those cruel horns didn’t pierce you, and never will again. Dwemer walks over to you and tries to help you back to your feet, but you’re too tired … Just then, a flash of light covers the forest, and everything around you – Dwemer, Reaper, Stantler’s body – disappears in an instant. There is only you and the light that washes over your body, somehow relieving you of all pain and fatigue… you find yourself able to get back up and do so; looking up, the figure of a woman covered in that same light stands in front of you. Her radiance is intense but you don’t feel the need to so much as cover your eyes; the light is strong enough that you can’t see the woman’s features, but at the same time it doesn’t blind you…

    The woman of light floats barely above the ground, and recites a poem in the most delicate, melodic voice you ever heard.

    Once a happy, carefree man
    Darkness came and changed it all;
    At the hands of that foul beast
    One by one he watched them fall.

    Parents, scientists, all would die
    On the Glacier Isle that day.
    So did all others who tried
    Such evil they could not slay.


    She floats over to you, takes your hand in hers and presses something against your palm.

    Heatran, Raikou, Articuno
    And the man who owned the three
    The hero of Fizzytopia
    Soon arrived to set him free.

    And although his life was saved
    Darkest dreams began to rise
    Overtime his mind collapsed
    So began the man’s demise…


    The brightness begins to fade, and soon the forest is back to the way it was before; Dwemer stands by your side, looking at you with what you assume is concern. The woman disappears along with the light, leaving you with a final message:

    Save him…

    You look at what she gave you; as it turns out, it’s nothing more than a simple 1x Green Feather… what is the meaning of all this? You ponder on the woman’s words and remember your previous assumption. This poem… who was she talking about? Was it really the mayor of Fizzytopia… or someone else?

    Just as you begin to dwell on the matter, a sudden feeling of drowsiness overpowers you, much like the one that your felt before you wound up here. Strength leaves your body once again and is replaced by an intense need to sleep; you fall back and your eyes close…

    ---

    Jess: A sprawling plains appears before your eyes. The strong sunlight forces you to squint and cover your eyes. There’s a delicate scent of grass and flowers in the air, in a scene that seems to be the antithesis of the Festival’s disaster. Remembering the previous events, your fingers immediately reach for your belt and feel the ice-cold touch of metal; for better or worse, the Snow Ball is still in your possession…

    - You’re here! Hey, I didn’t know you could enter this place! But I’m so glad you came along Jess!

    The unmistakable voice of Felicia, brimming with happiness, comes from a nearby pond. You look over to find the young girl waving; but she isn’t wearing the same clothes as before…
    Her body is covered by an elegant white, sleeveless dress that reaches the floor, revealing only a pair of crystal slippers. She wears a silver necklace around her neck, adorned with a large blue gem; in each wrist is a bracelet featuring a similar gem, as is the delicate tiara placed on her head. Her hair, worked into an elaborate style of intertwined braids, complements the picture and is held in place by a platinum hairpin with another blue stone. She looks just like a princess out of a fairytale…

    Your eyes then immediately shift to the figure standing next to her. A familiar one, though you couldn’t describe it even if you wanted to... The truck driver, an ever-shifting mass of shadows, whose shape vaguely resembles that of a tall man, towers next to Felicia. One of its ethereal “hands” rests on the girl’s shoulders, who doesn’t seem to mind at all…

    - The Shadow Man told me you brought Star Girl along! But you know, I don’t think he likes her very much… Didn’t you say they liked each other?

    She shrugs and kneels down by the lake, amused by a couple of Tympole swimming within. She then seems to remember something, turns to you with a frown and her voice swells with emotion.

    - Serena used to come here to play, but today she didn’t… You showed up instead… What did you do to Serena? Is she mad at me? Did Star Girl harm her?! Say… do you like princesses?

    The last question is again asked in a jovial tone; you’ve gotten used to her mood swings by now, but this time she seems to be going somewhere with this…

    - Serena and I used to pretend we were princesses all the time. We would dress up and hide from the bad witch until a prince came to save us… But you’re no prince, and you made Serena vanish… so are you the witch? You’re not wearing rags like one, and your nose isn’t the right size either…

    The Shadow Man suddenly dissolves into a swirling mass of darkness and envelops the girl shortly before vanishing entirely. Felicia’s eyes turn black and her voice changes slightly.

    - Her favourite colour was blue, she always wore blue jewelry like this when she pretended to be a princess; her favourite Pokemon was also blue… do you know what she hated? Red.

    Just as the last word rolls off her tongue, darkness erupts from the ground and begins to take form; a moment later, a massive Magmortar grins and aims its arm cannon straight at you while shadows dance around its body. Felicia focuses her attention on the lake, again fascinated by the Pokemon inside, while muttering to herself.

    - Red made her cry… everyone should be scared of red. Red burns…

    The Fire-Type looks ready to strike as its twisted smile widens… quick, what do you do?!

    ---

    Stacey: Stone walls rise all around you, impenetrable and inescapable, forming a square area of considerable length. There’s a fine layer of sand beneath your feet, and dust kicks up when you walk. Empty wooden stands can be spotted to your right, and the whole place is in silence save for the rhythmic sound of metal against metal. Your hand instinctively reaches down to your belt… thankfully, the Cyberball is still there.

    Initially, you thought you were all alone. But it’s evident that you’re not; looking over to the source of the noise, you find someone clad in a suit of armour swinging a two-handed sword against a mannequin in chainmail. The knight stops as he too becomes aware of your presence; he turns to face you and removes his helmet, revealing… Felicia’s father?!

    - Stacey! How kind of you to join me. I must apologize for the awkward meal…

    You expect him to elaborate, but instead he simply resumes his practice, striking the mannequin repeatedly with his claymore.

    - How wonderful it must be to be called a hero, no? You should know the feeling, given your widespread reputation… I wouldn’t know, of course. I never did much of anything noteworthy, save for a speech or two… I fashion myself more of a survivor, but if I am so, it’s because of others who were destined to be heroes. Meant for greatness, public recognition and the unconditional love of the masses…

    Suddenly, the mannequin’s chainmail shatters into a million pieces, and the practice doll itself begins to dissolve and spill to the ground as a viscous mass of darkness. Then, spinning and rising, the shadows take the shape of a man, who bows before the old man as if he were a king.

    - The world of today lacks real heroes, Stacey. Do you fashion yourself a real hero? How many lives have you ever saved? I’ve met true heroes myself, and they were nothing like you… They could defeat any danger, any creature, no matter how… Evil.

    The last word echoes across the arena in a completely different voice, booming with overwhelming malice. The shadow Man vanishes into the ground, and darkness sprouts back up only a couple of feet from where you stand; the shadows swirl and dance, until they give form… to a terrifying Hydreigon!

    Felicia’s father again resumes practicing his swordplay, nonchalantly talking to himself while he does so.

    - Only true heroes can conquer evil… he was a true hero, wasn’t he? Oh yes he was…

    The three-headed behemoth roars as it lays eyes on you; it spreads its wings and takes to the skies, then begins to dive down straight at you! Quick, what do you do?!



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    The streets were crowded, noisy and lively. You wonder whether Salin City is always like this way in the morning or if the upcoming Gym leader Challenge is what has everyone buzzing. The local Gym is famous for its unique system, in which a different Leader from one of the eight Islands takes on challengers for a period of time, before leaving and giving place to another Leader. This event however, seems to be different... Adam appears to be excited to take part, so the two of you approach one of the large publicity signs.

    - Taken an interest in the Grand Farewell, did you? Always nice to see young blood keep up with these traditions!

    You immediately turn around, startled by the elderly voice behind you. You lock eyes with a tall, familiar-looking old man with a receding hairline and a pair of sunglasses, though you can’t quite pinpoint his identity. He smiles at you, points to the sign and clears his throat, immediately giving away who he is.

    - Yo! Champ in the making! I see you’re interested in taking this Gym Challenge! Allow me to explain! Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this…

    Clyde adjusts his sunglasses and places a fingertip over the old man featured in the promotional poster.

    - This man here is the single greatest Trainer in all of Fizzy Bubbles – the Champion, Gottfried! And this tournament, the Grand Farewell, is being held in honour of his retirement!

    You take a better look at the picture. The man seems taller than most people, broad-shouldered, imposing. He is bald and sports a long, impressive white beard; his eyes are sky blue and frowning seems to be the only expression he can muster if he didn’t even try to smile for the photo. All in all, he commands respect with his look alone.

    - Gym Leaders from all over Cascadia were invited to the ceremony, and decided to pay homage to Gottfried by hosting this competition! Only the best Trainers are selected to take part in the exhibition, which starts tomorrow! Incidentally, today’s the last day of registration, so let me show you to the arena.

    Clyde takes off, closely followed by an excited Adam; you figure you might as well go after them…
    After a while of braving the sea of people that fills the streets of Salin City, you finally catch up to the older man, who points to a massive, circular building nearby

    - This is the Salin Colosseum, where the Grand Farewell will take place starting tomorrow! I reckon it’s almost closing time, but if you make a run for it you might still make it in time to register! I look forward to seeing your performance from the stands. Good luck to you… and this is from me!

    He opens the leather suitcase he’s been carrying and pulls a bottle from inside. He hands you 1x Fresh Water in vintage Clyde-fashion, and shakes your hand before turning around and disappearing into the crowd. Adam pokes your leg and urges you to hurry up, or you’ll miss your chance to enter!

    As you approach the building, a large number of people are making their way out of the Colosseum, most of them silent, and all looking disappointed. You wonder why everyone seems so disheartened when such an exciting event is about to take place…
    You finally make it to the entrance and step inside. A security guard points you to the reception, grumpily telling you it’ll close in five minutes. You walk up to the counter, where a young woman tries her best to force a smile – it’s evident she’s exhausted, who knows how many people she had to register today?

    - Welcome sir! Here to register for the Grand Farewell Tournament? This is a momentous occasion, so only the very best Trainers are allowed to sign up. To be honest, not a single person today has met the necessary requirements, so please don’t be discouraged if you’re not accepted! Please understand, only the best of the best are allowed to perform for the Champion.

    She pulls out a registration form from a drawer and places it on the counter. She clears her throat and declares the conditions for entering like an automaton – she’s been at this all day, after all.

    - Applicants must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at level 70 or above; one each of Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced and Expert Battle Trophies; and one Regional League participation diploma. Please display all of these to proceed with registration, otherwise we regr…

    Suddenly, a phone starts to ring. The woman apologizes, picks up her cellphone and the look on her face changes suddenly.

    - B-but sir… But protocol… y-yes. Yes, I understand.

    She puts the phone down, clears her throat again and puts on a fake smile once more.

    - A-apologies, I… misread the document. This was for a different competition. The, uhh… the applicant must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at any level and an official Pokedex.

    You can’t help but notice the alarming changes to the regulation, but can’t say you aren’t pleased with the modifications. The woman reads the rest of the rules in a tired voice.

    - Each Pokemon is allowed to carry one Held Item, and the Trainer is allowed the use of up to 2 items from their Bag during each battle. Battles will be Singles Matches on Leader-selected Arenas, with each Trainer using 3 Pokemon; the challenger is allowed to switch, while the Gym Leader is not.
    There will be one match each morning and each afternoon until either the challenger loses or defeats all eight Leaders over the course of 4 days. The challenger is allowed to select which 3 Pokemon to use from the 6 registered one hour before each match. Now, please select your six Pokemon and present your Pokedex to proceed with the registration…

    The six partners you choose will carry you through the whole tournament, with no access to a PC to switch between battles… who will you pick?



    Ion Island

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    Claptrap’s insistence pays off – despite your warnings, the Carnivine wanted to see the lake, so see the lake you shall.

    … or so you thought.

    As you begin to approach Storm Lake, a tourist spot famous for the electrified pond shaped like a crescent moon, you realize something is amiss – there aren’t nearly as many people as you would have expected; in fact, the whole area seems to be… sealed off?
    Red and white plastic tape surrounds the entire area, forbidding access past a certain point. You try to find out the reason, but as soon as you get near the tape to take a better look beyond, someone grabs your shoulder, making Claptrap bare his fangs.

    - In case it’s not perfectly clear, this is a restricted area. As a matter of public safety, I must insist that you turn back.

    You face the person who approached you to find it’s a tall man wearing a black POLT uniform – the “Public Order League Trainers” that are called upon to handle complicated Pokemon-related incidents. Claptrap seems annoyed as it turns uncomfortably on your head… What is this all about?
    Suddenly, a flash of light fills the area ever-so-briefly, reminding you of a lightning bolt filling the skies, except… there isn’t so much as a single cloud in sight. You turn to the lake again; now that you’re close enough, you can spot a very large number of shapes lining the pond’s margins – you can’t quite make out what they are in the distance, but are those Pokemon? All of those?!

    - Sir, I won't repeat myself. Turn around and leave, I’m sure there are adventures to be had elsewhere on the Island. If you resist, I’ll have to arrest you.

    You’re reminded that these aren’t your run-of-the-mill police officers; POLT are known for their extreme effectiveness in maintaining public peace, and are considered the ultimate line of defense in Pokemon-related catastrophes. Maybe getting on this man’s bad side is ill-advised, but you can’t help but wonder what’s going on here…

    What will you do?



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    Silver Ocean

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    The SS Leviathan Shipwreck

    CyberBlastoise: ((I made it a point to tell you that Lumineon doesn’t know Dive, and won’t be able to keep up with your character or Carvanha; it says so on the Intro Post: without Dive you can’t access the deeper parts of the Shipwreck, and I can’t overlook that.))

    You decide that staying where you are is the only thing you can’t do. Thinking quickly, you realize you won’t be able to take on such a huge flock on such disadvantageous terrain, and so the only thing left to do is sound the retreat. Gearing up, you almost instinctively aim for the SS Leviathan; it’s the only landmark that may provide shelter for miles around, at least the underwater portion of the ship… You can worry about the legal issues after you survive.

    You instruct Savage and Swift to follow you as you dive down and toward the shipwreck. You can’t afford to stay behind and keep an eye on the two Water-Types, but you know they’ll follow your instructions to the best of their abilities, so now it’s every man and ‘mon for himself.

    With renewed confidence, you dive down as deep as you can, the scuba gear fulfilling its role to perfection; you move through the ocean almost effortlessly, swimming towards the wreckage of the once-imposing Leviathan. The Wingull are now far behind (and above), whereas the famous treasure is now close ahead – that’s two birds with one stone, pun intended, so in a way you can’t help but feel thankful for the seagull attack that drove away the Coastal Guard.

    After a few more minutes of swimming down, you finally reach the sunken ship. The wood is broken and in a considerably state of decay, with several breaches across the hull: just what you were looking for. You search for a gap large enough to fit through, and sure enough, you find one! You slide through the crack, carefully so as not to get stuck because of the oxygen bottle on your back, and pull yourself inside the ship. Looking up, you can see an eerie glow not far above, which means the surface is just up ahead! You flap your legs vigorously in one last effort, and you finally make it out of the water.

    Breathing a sigh of relief, you remove the headgear and breathe in. The air is stale, humid and strangely warm… You look around and realize you must have come up from a crack on the deck’s floor; you reach for the wooden planks and pull yourself up and out of the water entirely, sitting on the floor for a few moments of well-deserved rest. The break will also give you some time to think about your next course of action; as soon as Savage and Swift catch up to you, why not explore the ship while you’re already here? It was the original purpose of your journey to Cascadia, after all…

    Just then, ripples form on the water surface from where you came, and shortly afterwards two sharp-edged yellow fins emerge… It’s Savage! But what about… oh no.

    The rest of Savage’s body surfaces as well, and the Carvanha worriedly looks at you while revealing to be carrying something in its fangs… it’s Swift!!
    You hurriedly bend over to pick up the Lumineon, who is unconscious and bleeding from several cuts all across its body. You lack the communication skills to ask Savage what happened, but the fact that the Carvanha is unharmed provides the answer: Swift failed to follow the two of you down towards the Shipwreck because it couldn’t Dive, and the flock caught up to him… Savage probably went back for his friend, and it’s the only reason why Swift is still alive- if just barely!

    What could have been a leisurely stroll around the ship in search of long-lost treasure just took a turn for the worse, and you can’t help but feel guilty over what happened to Swift. It’s time to reassess the situation… Will you press onwards in your exploration in hopes of finding something to nurse the Lumineon back to health? Do you have something on you at the moment that might relieve its pain? You realize the unlikelihood of finding medicine untouched by either time or saltwater in here, but on the other hand, your only remaining option is to backtrack all the way to a Pokémon Center, and that would mean running into that deadly flock of Wingull waiting for you outside again...

    What will you do?


    Swimming as quickly as he could, Bill tried to get away from the flocking Wingull. Whatever was happening, it was clear that they were agitated by something or other. Bill was the slowest swimmer of the three, so he expected that the Wingull would more flock to him than any of his compatriots, for now they would more than likely be safe. After all, these are just wild Wingull between him and two natural-borne fish of the sea he'd obviously be the slowest, hopefully he could dive deep enough before getting too many bruises from these things. All he had to do was concentrate on the task at hand, swimming for the wreckage. Unlike the other two, he could not afford to just swim around in misdirection, he had to make a beeline for it and quick.

    Eventually, he reached the ship itself, but unfortunately, there was no entrance at his level, at least not one that he could feasibly fit through. He had to quickly go up or down to find some way in, and considering the fact that the Wingull were waiting for them upwards, the best chance he had was to swim down first and surface once inside The Leviathan. At least, the Wingull indirectly helped him with getting to the ship and thus the ever elusive treasure. Soon, he found his ticket in, a large breach in the hull of the ship. Hopefully this wouldn't lead to a dead end, both literally and figuratively. He turned to see if his Pokemon had made it safely, but he was more surprised by the fact that none of the Wingull seemed to have followed him. Still, it's probably best not to press his luck. He entered into the ship, hoping that both of the fish-Pokemon had found or, knowing Savage, made their own entrance.

    He noticed a bright glow appearing above him, that typically meant one thing, surface. He swam upward towards the light. The closer he got, the more excited he got. He swam faster and faster until he finally reached the destination, an air pocket in the ship, or perhaps this is above the water level, he didn't keep track over how high he swam. He found himself in some room within the ship at any rate. Finding a nearby plank attached to the floor of the room, the trainer hefted himself onto the dry land. He did, he finally did it. Though he was feeling tired, he hadn't swam that fast in a long time. He lay next to the hole, after all unlike him his Pokemon couldn't walk on land and that meant that after everything had calmed down, he needed to reunite with them. His eyes were cast on the sea below him, when he noticed something surfacing out of the water. Alarmed, he quickly sprang to his feet until he noticed it was Savage. That was one Pokemon...but then he noticed what was in Savage's mouth, a blue butterfly fish, aka Swift. The blue pokemon was battered, scratched, and bleeding from several places. This was bad, really bad. And to make matters worse, he hadn't prepared for this type of beating. Potions alone probably wouldn't help much. He did have something that might help in the meantime. His gear came with a bag that he carried all his stuff in, and with it was a First-aid kit. It couldn't cure everything that happened to Swift, but it could definitely help. He packed this more in preparation for himself because of how dangerous his explorations tend to be.

    It seemed like that Swift was caught up by the Wingull, he cursed his luck. It looks like they decided to go after the strongest looking in the group and attack it simultaneously. One or two might not be a lot, but damage does add up quickly and this is the result. He hefted Swift onto the surface. "You did good, Savage. Return." He had his Pokeball recall the piranha Pokemon back into its ball. Pulling out the kit, he grabbed some bandages to help close up the wounds and stop the bleeding. He had some disinfectant, but this could only stop future infections, not cure wounds, like Potions. Still this solution was temporary at best and with those Wingull out there, he had been trapped.

    That meant that he couldn't get to the Pokemon center in this way. The only thing he could do is go is explore the ship. Then again, if he made it to the other side of it, the Wingull most likely wouldn't have flocked on that side unless there were guards positioned there too. Still, there is a chance to escape and get to the Pokemon center to help Swift without drawing too much attention. He'd worry about getting revenge later. After bandaging up Swift, he clasped his hand in a prayer. "Goddess of the Ocean of Mystery. I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, your knight is in grave danger. Please, I ask...no beg that you keep him and me safe until I can get him the help he needs." After his prayer, he recalled it to the Pokeball. The treasure would have to wait till later, he had a friend to save.

    (Savage = Carvanha, Swift = Lumineon)
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    Claptrap’s insistence pays off – despite your warnings, the Carnivine wanted to see the lake, so see the lake you shall.

    … or so you thought.

    As you begin to approach Storm Lake, a tourist spot famous for the electrified pond shaped like a crescent moon, you realize something is amiss – there aren’t nearly as many people as you would have expected; in fact, the whole area seems to be… sealed off?
    Red and white plastic tape surrounds the entire area, forbidding access past a certain point. You try to find out the reason, but as soon as you get near the tape to take a better look beyond, someone grabs your shoulder, making Claptrap bare his fangs.

    - In case it’s not perfectly clear, this is a restricted area. As a matter of public safety, I must insist that you turn back.

    You face the person who approached you to find it’s a tall man wearing a black POLT uniform – the “Public Order League Trainers” that are called upon to handle complicated Pokemon-related incidents. Claptrap seems annoyed as it turns uncomfortably on your head… What is this all about?
    Suddenly, a flash of light fills the area ever-so-briefly, reminding you of a lightning bolt filling the skies, except… there isn’t so much as a single cloud in sight. You turn to the lake again; now that you’re close enough, you can spot a very large number of shapes lining the pond’s margins – you can’t quite make out what they are in the distance, but are those Pokemon? All of those?!

    - Sir, I won't repeat myself. Turn around and leave, I’m sure there are adventures to be had elsewhere on the Island. If you resist, I’ll have to arrest you.

    You’re reminded that these aren’t your run-of-the-mill police officers; POLT are known for their extreme effectiveness in maintaining public peace, and are considered the ultimate line of defense in Pokemon-related catastrophes. Maybe getting on this man’s bad side is ill-advised, but you can’t help but wonder what’s going on here…

    What will you do?
    As Karmas and Claptrap walked, well Karmas walked and Claptrap hung onto Karmas, over to the Lake, they soon both realised that there was something not quite right. The area was pretty sparse, which a tourist spot shouldn't be.

    "What's going on here?" whispered Karmas as he realised that the area was actually taped off.

    Claptrap let out a groan of disappointment as he urged his trainer to go on, after all he wanted to see the lake! Perhaps thinking that he could see what the problem was, Karmas took another couple of steps forward. His attention completely on the tape, he didn't notice someone walking up behind him. However, he did soon learn that there was someone there, when they put their hand on his shoulder. Spinning around in surprise, Claptrap baring his spines, Karmas saw that the person was a member of the POLT. Karmas had vaguely heard of them before, and if he remembered correctly, they were generally called in for pokemon related incidents.

    Claptrap didn't take well to being told that the area was restricted and that they would have to go back, as evidenced by him hissing at the man. Karmas opened his mouth to say something when *FLASH* there was a bright light, almost like a lightning bolt. Looking over at the lake, Karmas realised that there were things lining the lake's edges. Things that looked a lot like bodies. A chill ran down his spine, oh god, they looked like the bodies of pokemon. What on earth was going on here? The man told Karmas to leave again, this time threatening to arrest him if he didn't.

    Karmas wanted nothing more than to tell the man that he wanted to help, but, once again if he remembered correctly, the POLT were considered pretty high up in the chain of command, which meant that he didn't want to get on the man's bad side. He turned to walk away, but stopped himself.

    "No, I'm not going to be going anywhere," he said, staring the man right in the eyes, "I saw those things, and I want to help figure out what's going on with them. Anyways, its not like this is my first time dealing with dangerous things."

    Karmas folded his arms and awaited the man's reply, readying himself to run if the man tried to arrest him.


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    The streets were crowded, noisy and lively. You wonder whether Salin City is always like this way in the morning or if the upcoming Gym leader Challenge is what has everyone buzzing. The local Gym is famous for its unique system, in which a different Leader from one of the eight Islands takes on challengers for a period of time, before leaving and giving place to another Leader. This event however, seems to be different... Adam appears to be excited to take part, so the two of you approach one of the large publicity signs.

    - Taken an interest in the Grand Farewell, did you? Always nice to see young blood keep up with these traditions!

    You immediately turn around, startled by the elderly voice behind you. You lock eyes with a tall, familiar-looking old man with a receding hairline and a pair of sunglasses, though you can’t quite pinpoint his identity. He smiles at you, points to the sign and clears his throat, immediately giving away who he is.

    - Yo! Champ in the making! I see you’re interested in taking this Gym Challenge! Allow me to explain! Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this…

    Clyde adjusts his sunglasses and places a fingertip over the old man featured in the promotional poster.

    - This man here is the single greatest Trainer in all of Fizzy Bubbles – the Champion, Gottfried! And this tournament, the Grand Farewell, is being held in honour of his retirement!

    You take a better look at the picture. The man seems taller than most people, broad-shouldered, imposing. He is bald and sports a long, impressive white beard; his eyes are sky blue and frowning seems to be the only expression he can muster if he didn’t even try to smile for the photo. All in all, he commands respect with his look alone.

    - Gym Leaders from all over Cascadia were invited to the ceremony, and decided to pay homage to Gottfried by hosting this competition! Only the best Trainers are selected to take part in the exhibition, which starts tomorrow! Incidentally, today’s the last day of registration, so let me show you to the arena.

    Clyde takes off, closely followed by an excited Adam; you figure you might as well go after them…
    After a while of braving the sea of people that fills the streets of Salin City, you finally catch up to the older man, who points to a massive, circular building nearby

    - This is the Salin Colosseum, where the Grand Farewell will take place starting tomorrow! I reckon it’s almost closing time, but if you make a run for it you might still make it in time to register! I look forward to seeing your performance from the stands. Good luck to you… and this is from me!

    He opens the leather suitcase he’s been carrying and pulls a bottle from inside. He hands you 1x Fresh Water in vintage Clyde-fashion, and shakes your hand before turning around and disappearing into the crowd. Adam pokes your leg and urges you to hurry up, or you’ll miss your chance to enter!

    As you approach the building, a large number of people are making their way out of the Colosseum, most of them silent, and all looking disappointed. You wonder why everyone seems so disheartened when such an exciting event is about to take place…
    You finally make it to the entrance and step inside. A security guard points you to the reception, grumpily telling you it’ll close in five minutes. You walk up to the counter, where a young woman tries her best to force a smile – it’s evident she’s exhausted, who knows how many people she had to register today?

    - Welcome sir! Here to register for the Grand Farewell Tournament? This is a momentous occasion, so only the very best Trainers are allowed to sign up. To be honest, not a single person today has met the necessary requirements, so please don’t be discouraged if you’re not accepted! Please understand, only the best of the best are allowed to perform for the Champion.

    She pulls out a registration form from a drawer and places it on the counter. She clears her throat and declares the conditions for entering like an automaton – she’s been at this all day, after all.

    - Applicants must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at level 70 or above; one each of Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced and Expert Battle Trophies; and one Regional League participation diploma. Please display all of these to proceed with registration, otherwise we regr…

    Suddenly, a phone starts to ring. The woman apologizes, picks up her cellphone and the look on her face changes suddenly.

    - B-but sir… But protocol… y-yes. Yes, I understand.

    She puts the phone down, clears her throat again and puts on a fake smile once more.

    - A-apologies, I… misread the document. This was for a different competition. The, uhh… the applicant must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at any level and an official Pokedex.

    You can’t help but notice the alarming changes to the regulation, but can’t say you aren’t pleased with the modifications. The woman reads the rest of the rules in a tired voice.

    - Each Pokemon is allowed to carry one Held Item, and the Trainer is allowed the use of up to 2 items from their Bag during each battle. Battles will be Singles Matches on Leader-selected Arenas, with each Trainer using 3 Pokemon; the challenger is allowed to switch, while the Gym Leader is not.
    There will be one match each morning and each afternoon until either the challenger loses or defeats all eight Leaders over the course of 4 days. The challenger is allowed to select which 3 Pokemon to use from the 6 registered one hour before each match. Now, please select your six Pokemon and present your Pokedex to proceed with the registration…

    The six partners you choose will carry you through the whole tournament, with no access to a PC to switch between battles… who will you pick?
    The early morning sun was high casting a beautiful orange, red and yellow glow on the city, with so many people out and about Ethan wondered if the city was always this booming with activity or if the Gym Challenges brought most people out…

    Looking up from the sign Ethan felt a rather familiar eerie feeling of someone approaching him from behind, Ethan tensed up thinking that a possible mugger was mistaking him for an easy target, a tourist from out of town maybe.

    Turning slightly to his left shoulder to where Adam was, they both looked at each other, and though they hadn’t been together for too long after reuniting, had already formulated a plan to get the jump on the guy from behind.

    With his fingers he counted off One, Two… without uttering a word, Three! quickly whirling around and was startled to find an elderly man with a suitcase, and sunglasses behind them, "Taken an interest in the Grand Farewell, did you? Always nice to see young blood keep up with these traditions!" his voice and face seeming familiar to the young boy but before he could say anything his Sableye jumped into action, leaping across ready to scratch up the man’s face, reacting quickly Ethan grabbed the Sableye mid air and placed him on the ground, "It’s okay, somehow I think I know this guy." he assured before facing the older gentlemen standing before them, "Sorry about that, you wouldn’t believe how many times someone tends to sneak up behind me." He said apologetically, "But what you said just now, what’s the Grand Farewell?" the boy asked before the man simply smiled on and pointed to the board that Ethan and his Pokémon had just been eyeing, clearing his throat and with the next thing he said giving his identity away, "Yo! Champ in the making! I see you’re interested in taking this Gym Challenge! Allow me to explain! Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this…"

    "No way!" he couldn’t believe it, this guy was, Clyde! He had never met him before himself but Clyde was famous for aiding Pokémon Trainer’s before they took on a Gym Challenge, this guy knew talent when he saw it!

    Adjusting his glasses he pointed to the man featured on the poster, "This man here is the single greatest Trainer in all of Fizzy Bubbles – the Champion, Gottfried! And this tournament, the Grand Farewell, is being held in honour of his retirement!"

    Taking a closer look Ethan could tell the man was wise beyond his years, it had to with his sky blue eyes, something that his mother had taught him at a early age, that the eyes were the portals to people’s souls. He chuckled at how long and impressive his white beard was, would even make his best friend a bit jealous and his stance, it demanded respect but the thing that Ethan couldn’t get over was how the man didn’t even seem to smile, but instead frowned for his own picture!

    "Gym Leaders from all over Cascadia were invited to the ceremony, and decided to pay homage to Gottfried by hosting this competition! Only the best Trainers are selected to take part in the exhibition, which starts tomorrow! Incidentally, today’s the last day of registration, so let me show you to the arena."

    With the favor of showing Ethan to the arena, the duo followed close behind with Adam ahead of his trainer, ducking through the crowds of people that littered the streets, and Ethan struggling to get past them. Occasionally losing sight of them, finally he caught up to them near a clearing.

    "A-are…we…there…yet?" he says with a shortness of breath.

    "This is the Salin Colosseum, where the Grand Farewell will take place starting tomorrow! I reckon it’s almost closing time, but if you make a run for it you might still make it in time to register! I look forward to seeing your performance from the stands. Good luck to you… and this is from me! " Opening up his suitcase he hands Ethan in old Clyde fashion x1 Fresh Water, Ethan stands up and gladly takes the drink from him, a bit star stuck.

    Liza will never believe me if I tell her! as he fangirled…

    Before shaking hands with Clyde, thanking him for his help and waving good bye to him with his free hand, gripping tight to the bottle in the other, "We’ll try our best!" he assured as the man disappeared among the crowd all the while forgetting that they were on a time limit. Adam poking Ethan back to reality with a sharp claw, "Ow!, right let’s go!" As the two raced down to the large structure they watched as a group of people exited from within. Their expressions sad and defeated, like they had just all came back from a funeral, theirs.

    Wondering why anyone could possibly be in such a negative place with such an awesome event starting up soon the boy made his way through the entrance and was quickly stopped by a grumpy security guard pointing him to the receptionist, warning him he only had 5 minutes.

    Heading over to the desk the boy asked, "Is there any spots left?, Am I too late!?"

    The tired receptionists’ forcing a smile on her face, "Welcome sir! Here to register for the Grand Farewell Tournament?" obviously wanting nothing more than to go home, take a long hot bath and relax from the number of people she had to see today.

    "Yes ma’am!" the boy exclaims.

    "This is a momentous occasion, so only the very best Trainers are allowed to sign up. To be honest, not a single person today has met the necessary requirements, so please don’t be discouraged if you’re not accepted! Please understand, only the best of the best are allowed to perform for the Champion." She says as she goes through one of her drawers, pulling out a registration form placing it on the table before going on, "Applicants must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at level 70 or above; one each of Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced and Expert Battle Trophies; and one Regional League participation diploma." And with everything that needed to be required Ethan began losing hope he would have gotten any chance to compete no wonder they looked so disappointed he thought, "Please display all of these to proceed with registration, otherwise we regr…" that was until her cell phone rang.

    She picks it up, apologizing and seemed rather surprised by whoever it was that was on the other line, Adam that had been on the ground this whole time began climbing back up to his trainer’s shoulder as both of them wondered what it was that was going on, "B-but sir… But protocol… y-yes. Yes, I understand." Placing down her cell she takes a moment to compose herself, smiling her fake smile and continued on, "A-apologies, I… misread the document. This was for a different competition. The, uhh… the applicant must meet the following requirements: an active party of six Pokemon at any level and an official Pokedex."

    This worked out better then Ethan could’ve ever imagined. But it wasn’t like he couldn’t have gotten what they had asked for originally, eventually, but the shortage of refs in Trainer Battles seemed to be at such a high time low that they almost seemed nonexistent…

    "Each Pokemon is allowed to carry one Held Item, and the Trainer is allowed the use of up to 2 items from their Bag during each battle. Battles will be Singles Matches on Leader-selected Arenas, with each Trainer using 3 Pokemon; the challenger is allowed to switch, while the Gym Leader is not.
    There will be one match each morning and each afternoon until either the challenger loses or defeats all eight Leaders over the course of 4 days. The challenger is allowed to select which 3 Pokemon to use from the 6 registered one hour before each match. Now, please select your six Pokemon and present your Pokedex to proceed with the registration…"

    "4 Days!" the boy exclaimed. So much was happening in such a short amount of time and despite the pressure of facing 8 gym leaders of Cascadia the boy couldn't help but grin.

    He came thinking he would only be allowed to face one...all he could think of now was going down in history as the only man to win against the Cascadia League in 4 Days time, that is, If he made it that far of course.

    At the request of presenting a full party of six, a decision he had decided on the night before he pulled out from his belt six Pokeballs: Vampire, Dragon, Premier, Dark, Dive, and Psychic on the desk; The boy then reached inside his leather jacket into a hidden compartment and handed the receptionist an indigo Pokedex with a giant slash right across the middle of it, "There’s a story behind that," he said, "But I'll spare you the gory details." and smiled.














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    CASCADIA

    Far off of the coasts of the mainland Fizzy Bubble zones, remote in the Silver Ocean, an island chain sits in basically, the middle of nowhere. These islands contain the some of the most diverse typing of Pokemon in the entirety of Fizzy Bubbles. All of these islands are actually volcanoes, but the majority of them have gone dormant. As many Pokemon spend all their lives here, many fossils of Pokemon and plants are buried in the depths of the volcanic ground, maybe some of these may be worth a look? You start out on the island that you first choose, via a ferry. In order to change areas afterward, Surf or Fly is a necessity.

    Aduro Island
    [size=1]An active volcano, this is the largest of all of the islands of Cascadia. Continually pumping lava out of human-built channels into the sea, the volcano causes the island to continually become larger and larger. Fire, Ground, and Rock types are common in these areas, and there are a few volcanic caverns leading into the volcano which are of interest to many people, and are said to house rare and powerful Pokemo. There is also a small village on the opposite end of the island, and the natives appear to be friendly, as long as they aren't disturbed too much. Vegetation on this island is sparse, and only the hardy plants can survive the heat of the volcano. The sand along the beaches is pitch black, and isn't exactly the softest thing to walk barefoot on. Hot springs and geysers are common in this area, dotting the landscape of the giant smoking mountain.
    The Lithogic River - The 'river of fire' in native settler terms, the Lithogic River is a large channel of lava being carried from the rim of Mount Aduro down to the sea. A few fire types hang around this area, and it's been said that the lava has cooled into rare gems in some parts./size]
    OOC: Though I do have an ongoing adventure in here, it is unlikely to continue anytime soon, and I have kaisap's OK to start a new adventure here.

    Some knew him for his Poison-type expertise. Some knew him for the wide variety of Pokémon he raised. Some knew him as the guy who would ride across the Fizzytopia region on the back of a dark grey Scolipede. Some just knew him as that guy with the hat. But they all knew him as Keith Masters. And right now, he was stepping off a ferry which had sailed to the Cascadia Archipelago. But this time, the 23-year-old Pokémon Trainer wasn't getting off at his usual stop- which was the notoriously putrid and polluted Poison-type paradise known as Venom Island- but rather on the largest island in the archipelago, one which was constantly growing due to the volcano's continuous lava production.

    The Trainer himself was clad in his usual attire- a red and white sleeveless jacket over a black t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of red and white sneakers, and perhaps his most distinctive feature, a large, brown cowboy hat. Next to him was an impressive-looking Pokémon, clad in a purple hide that was tough as steel. He didn't stand quite as tall as his Trainer, but the difference between their heights was not particularly major. This Nidoking had earned quite a few envious looks from other Trainers on the ferry, and Keith couldn't quite blame them- he hadn't really intended to evolve Godric all the way to this stage as fast as he had, and yet, he wasn't regretting it in the slightest.

    "Well, here we are, Godric," grinned Keith. "Aduro Island!" The Nidoking turned to his Trainer and gave a questioning grunt. "Ah," nodded Keith. "Lemme guess- some of your teammates probably told you all about Venom Island, right?"

    Godric nodded in response. "Heh," Keith chuckled. "Why am I not surprised? Myrtle complained about it from the moment we made land there... and of course, Venom Island's where I caught Strychnine in the first place," he added, fondly thinking back to the moment when he had hurled a Rocket Ball at a weakened Grimer. "But anyway, yeah, decided to check out some of the other islands for a change," he finished. "This one's said to be the biggest one- and getting bigger, in fact- so I figured it's a decent place to start, you know?"

    "Nidooooh," growled Godric, albeit in a friendly tone, while nodding in response.

    "So, I was reading up on the places of interest back on the ferry," Keith continued. "I thought we could start by checking out the Lithogic River. Supposed to be this river of lava that flows from the top of the volcano all the way to the sea. Sounds pretty interesting to me, how about you?"

    "Nidoooohhh!" Godric replied enthusiastically.

    "Heh. I'll take that as a yes," grinned Keith. "Let's go then. There was a map on the ferry, I memorized the way to get to the river from the dock."" With that, Keith set off towards the Lithogic River, his Nidoking walking by his side.

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    Aduro Island

    Geyser Park

    Hayward: Look here



    Lily Island

    The Silver Forest

    jolteonjak: Look here



    Crater Island

    Iridi Beach

    kaisap112: Look here


    Pearl Lake

    SugarPesticide: Look here



    Brine Island

    Salin City

    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: Look here


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    The woman looks over the items your present . the purple Dex and 6 Pokeballs -, runs them all through an infrared sensor and looks at the monitor, waiting for the corresponding readings. After a while she smiles, nods and hands you a key with “House 12” written on a paper tag.

    - Congratulations, you have now been registered into the Grand Farewell Tournament! This is the key to your house in the Villa. We have prepared accommodations for all our guests, which I hope are to your liking! Our only rule is curfew after midnight, since preparations for the next day’s battles begin at that hour and we need to reroute most power from the Villa to the Stadium – all non-essential electronics are disabled after midnight, please understand.

    She rings a bell and shortly afterwards, a steward appears.

    - Please take our guest to his residence Bert, he’ll be staying in House 12. Mr. Ethan, best of lucks to you in your upcoming challenge, and remember, do your very best to honor our Champion in the Arena!

    You claim back your Pokeballs and Pokedex, store them away and follow the steward away from the reception desk, out of the stadium through a side door and into the private Residential Area that has been created solely for this event. They really are pulling out all the stops! You walk across a red brick road, with elegantly trimmed topiaries shaped like Pokemon, which branches out to several conglomerates of large houses. You take a left turn and approach one of the conglomerates, before the man stops in front of the first residence and invites you in. Is the whole house to yourself?!

    - Please make yourself comfortable Mr.Ethan. The inaugural speech and the first two rounds of the Tournament start tomorrow; you will need to be well-rested.

    He takes a bow and leaves graciously, leaving you and Adam to stare at the mansion that has been reserved for you. They must have spent an obscene amount of money on all these houses! Still, you might as well make the most of it, right?
    You hold the key in your hand and approach the front door, unlocking it. You step inside and your jaw drops - it's even better on the inside! Tapestries, golden candelabra, polished mahogany furniture... You're still in shock when Adam nudges you on the leg, snapping out of your trance. You look at him annoyed, until you realize he's holding something in his hand. A... piece of paper? You must have walked over it when you stepped inside... you take it from the Sableye and glance over it. There's a handwritten message...

    "Forfeit the Plates at the reception first thing tomorrow."

    The... Plates? What did this mean? How did anyone know of the Plates in the first place, and why on earth would you give them over?!
    You try to put all of that behind you for now, and explore the house. It's getting late however, with only thirty minutes to go before midnight, and you remember what the receptionist said about curfew...
    There's a welcome package on a nearby table in the hall; in it you find a bag of cookies, a bottle of chocolate milk and a pamflet with various bits of information on the event. More significantly, a layout of the Tournament brackets...

    "Day 1: Inaugural Speech by the Champion Gottfried; Challenger vs Gym Leader Sean (morning battle); Challenger vs Gym Leader Trevor (evening battle)"

    Another piece of information catches your eye: "Don't forget to look up data on each participant the day before your battles! It always helps to be prepared, so make sure to use the Personal Terminal in your residence every night!"

    You look over to the living room, and sure enough, there's a small desktop computer on a table in front a very comfortable-looking couch - seems they thought of everything. But with only thirty minutes to go before power is cut, you probably only have time to read information on one subject before curfew...

    Which do you prefer to read: data on Champion Gottfried, Gym Leader Sean orGym Leader Trevor?



    Ion Island

    Storm Lake

    Myahoo: Look here


    PikaGod: You decide to stand up to the POLT officer, arguing that you’re no stranger to danger and have seen enough in your travels to handle this situation, whatever that may be.

    The stern-looking man raises an eyebrow and reaches for his belt, picks a Pokeball and releases its contents. A Marowak materializes and raises its bone high in the air as a sign of warning, keeping its eyes firmly locked on you. The officer prepares to speak when a second flash fills the whole area, blindingly strong this time, forcing all of you to cover your eyes. After it fades, you start to feel a terrible numbness in your feet, progressively spreading to your legs and stopping around your waist; immobilized, you lose your balance and fall on your knees, unable to stand, as does the POLT; even Marowak seems to be having a hard time staying on its feet, despite its supposed immunity to electricity!
    Fortunately, the feeling of paralysis washes away almost as quickly as it appeared, allowing you to stand back up after only a short while. The officer does the same, curses under his breath and looks over to the lake; you instinctively do the same, just in time to see most of the shapes in the distance tumble to the side by the margin; they, however, don’t make it back up…

    - Last warning; get out, or I’ll take you out.

    He doesn’t sound half as professional as before; clearly, having to deal with this mess and the occasional perpetrator is getting on the man’s nerves, and you get the feeling that arresting you isn’t the first thing on his mind – he just wants you gone so he can focus on the problem at hand, and seems to have no qualms about using force.

    Your legs are still tingly, although you can move them just fine. Whatever this was it seems to have come from the lake, and it was a pulse powerful enough to travel though sand and even affect a Ground-Type. Whichever the cause, it must have incredible power, especially judging by what it did to those closer to the margin… you wonder if those Pokemon are all dead, or just paralyzed worse than you were. Either way, what hopes could you have of getting closer unharmed? Was it even worth it, or should you just obey the POLT officer and seek the safety of other zones? You know he’s only looking out for you, but your curiosity still hasn’t been satisfied…

    You take one last look around while you plan your next course of action, and spot someone else nearby that you hand’t noticed before. An old man is watching the lake with a melancholic smile, not far from where you stand, seemingly oblivious to your presence and, more importantly, unaffected by the recent energy wave. He is skinny, with a thick white beard, wears a light-blue short-sleeved shirt, an old-looking pair of shorts, a straw hat and a weird pair of black, heavy-looking boots like you’ve never seen before, and which stand out like a sore thumb given the rest of his outfit. His eyes are locked on the lake, and he seems lost in thought…

    - What’s it going to be, then?

    The Marowak takes a step forward and holds its bone like a sword at its master’s question; it’s ready to strike at the first sign of struggle. Should you engage the POLT officer? If you beat him, you’d have a clear path to the lake… or will you stand down and leave as instructed after all?



    Glacier Island

    Boreal Wastelands

    Trepie: Look here



    Silver Ocean

    Auronos Caverns

    ApertureScience: Look here


    The SS Leviathan Shipwreck

    CyberBlastoise: You realize that, unfortunately, treasure will have to wait. Healing Swift back to health is your top priority, although the basic care you already provided helped ease its pain, and the Pokeball’s interior is also designed to stabilize Pokemon in critical condition long enough for the Trainer to seek a dedicated Center; you hope the device’s technology can keep your precious Lumineon safe until you find help.

    Your surrounding are grim, dark and uninviting; the innards of the long-sunken ship, unexplored for Arceus-knows how long, are cold and humid, and the air is stagnant making it hard to breathe. Moss hangs from the broken planks, and not a single sound can be heard other than your lonely steps and the droplets of water than drip from the walls. You reason that your best bet is moving deeper within the ship and look for a way out on the other side, behind the Wingull that already gave you so much trouble. You can’t shake off the feeling that their attack was much too severe, much too coordinated for a regular flock of wild seagulls. What could have turned them so violent?...

    The journey into the bowels of the ship is lonely and done slowly; your common sense tells you that, despite the gravity of the situation, rushing blindly across the fragile wooden floor would be suicidal; who knows where the planks may be cracked, even broken, or what dangers lurk ahead? The ship itself feels much like a maze; a central walkway unfolds for what seems like miles ahead, although you can barely see five steps in front of you – the lack of proper lighting only helps to make the whole place feel spookier. And speaking of spooky, why did it get so cold all of a sudden?...

    Indeed, a chill runs down your spine as the temperature seems to drop even further for no apparent reason. It’s not that the air itself has gotten colder, but something about your surroundings feels… dead...

    Leeeaaaave….

    The ominous voice filled with ill intent resonates in your mind, although your ears hear nothing. Your heart starts to race and a sense of urgency overtakes you; why do you feel the need to run for your life all of a sudden?!

    Begooooooneeeeee…

    Again the terrifying, silent voice… It rings louder this time, without a sound, but its message is crystal clear. Suddenly, you spot two tiny red dots directly in front of you; when they begin to approach, your eyes slowly start to make out the form that stands in your way, and your heart sinks in your chest – it beat faster than usual before, but now it seems to have stopped. Reaching its ethereal arms out for you, promising a deathly embrace, a massive blue Jellicent blocks your path!

    You hastily look around, weighing your limited options. It’s hard to tell in the darkness, but there seems to be a wooden door on each side of the corridor – one to your left and one to your right. However, there’s no telling if either of them will budge, and even if either does, what might be lurking behind? If you try to flee but fail to enter a room, the Jellicent will easily catch up to you! On the other hand, you could always try to force your way through by battle, but how strong is the foe? It has already proven to be able to invade your mind and speak to you, a testament of considerable power in of itself…

    Quick, what do you do?!



    Venom Isle

    Bane Forest

    Ex-Admiral Insane: Look here
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    Aduro Island

    Geyser Park

    Hayward: Look here


    Geyser Park

    Missingno. Master: ((Welcome to the team MM! I hope you enjoy the journey, glad to have you! ^^))

    After years upon years of travel, you have unquestionably made a name for yourself, first and foremost as a master of the Poison Type. However, you choose to steer away from the most obvious destination, one you have already braved in the past, in favor of a different kind of setting. Before your eyes, the colossal Mt Aduro rises to the sky, the burning Babylon of Cascadia that commands respect for its sheer size and the undying furnace within. The giant only gets bigger by the minute, continuously increasing its landmass – some experts even claim that, in twenty years time, Aduro may well be the only remaining isle in the Archipelago if it keeps its current growth rate, swallowing all the smaller islands as it expands.

    Godric the Nidoking stands next to you, recently evolved and brimming with power. You couldn’t be happier the decision of evolving your partner when you did, but he still lacked experience, so you reasoned he should join you in this adventure. Godric himself seems to agree and is just as excited as you are to be here.

    The temperature is naturally higher than in most other places you’ve ever been. The scenery is just as beautiful as you’d expected too; flowing all the way from the peak of Mt Aduro in the distance, a very wide river of bright orange lava has carved its way down the mountainside and into the ocean far below. You remember how Aduro’s expansion was facilitated by humans several years ago, who created underground tunnels to redirect magma from the volcano’s core directly into the sea. The Lithogic River however, was a natural wonder, as it had formed without Man’s interference and continued to flow for decades, maybe centuries, on its own. It’s as wide as any real river, and if it were made of water it’d take a boat to go from one side to the other – swimming across from margin to margin would probably take a whole day.

    - And would you look at that, actual live specimens! Dear viewers, you’re watching the EyeLand Network and right now, your beloved host is risking his life to bring you an up-and-close shot of these dangerous Pokemon!

    The voice comes from somewhere nearby. You scout your surroundings and quickly find what you’re looking for; a young man with a professional broadcasting camera on his shoulder, kneeling down in front of two Magcargo!

    - Indeed ladies and gentlemen, this is Kyle Styles bringing you the latest on environmental issues all over Cascadia! For example, look at these Magcargo, look at how angry and unhappy they look! Something is rotten in the State of Aduro dear viewers, and the EyeLand Network will show you just… hey hey, what are you doing? Hey, stop, I didn’t mean to… HEEEELP!!!

    Angry indeed, but probably because of the young man shoving his camera in their faces, the two fire slugs take offense to his proximity and spit out a couple of Lava Plumes he narrowly manages to avoid! The man drops his camera in fear, and begins to slowly back away, but the Magcargo have been provoked and seemingly refuse to just let him go! He’s in danger!

    What do you do?



    Lily Island

    The Silver Forest

    jolteonjak: Look here



    Crater Island

    Iridi Beach

    kaisap112: Look here


    Pearl Lake

    SugarPesticide: Look here



    Brine Island

    Salin City

    Arc_Angel & lilbluecorsola: Look here


    Electric Blue Eye: Look here



    Ion Island

    Storm Lake

    Myahoo: Look here


    PikaGod: Look here



    Glacier Island

    Boreal Wastelands

    Trepie: Look here



    Silver Ocean

    Auronos Caverns

    ApertureScience: Look here


    The SS Leviathan Shipwreck

    CyberBlastoise: Look here



    Venom Isle

    Bane Forest

    Ex-Admiral Insane: Look here
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    Aduro Island

    Geyser Park

    Missingno. Master: ((Welcome to the team MM! I hope you enjoy the journey, glad to have you! ^^))

    After years upon years of travel, you have unquestionably made a name for yourself, first and foremost as a master of the Poison Type. However, you choose to steer away from the most obvious destination, one you have already braved in the past, in favor of a different kind of setting. Before your eyes, the colossal Mt Aduro rises to the sky, the burning Babylon of Cascadia that commands respect for its sheer size and the undying furnace within. The giant only gets bigger by the minute, continuously increasing its landmass – some experts even claim that, in twenty years time, Aduro may well be the only remaining isle in the Archipelago if it keeps its current growth rate, swallowing all the smaller islands as it expands.

    Godric the Nidoking stands next to you, recently evolved and brimming with power. You couldn’t be happier the decision of evolving your partner when you did, but he still lacked experience, so you reasoned he should join you in this adventure. Godric himself seems to agree and is just as excited as you are to be here.

    The temperature is naturally higher than in most other places you’ve ever been. The scenery is just as beautiful as you’d expected too; flowing all the way from the peak of Mt Aduro in the distance, a very wide river of bright orange lava has carved its way down the mountainside and into the ocean far below. You remember how Aduro’s expansion was facilitated by humans several years ago, who created underground tunnels to redirect magma from the volcano’s core directly into the sea. The Lithogic River however, was a natural wonder, as it had formed without Man’s interference and continued to flow for decades, maybe centuries, on its own. It’s as wide as any real river, and if it were made of water it’d take a boat to go from one side to the other – swimming across from margin to margin would probably take a whole day.

    - And would you look at that, actual live specimens! Dear viewers, you’re watching the EyeLand Network and right now, your beloved host is risking his life to bring you an up-and-close shot of these dangerous Pokemon!

    The voice comes from somewhere nearby. You scout your surroundings and quickly find what you’re looking for; a young man with a professional broadcasting camera on his shoulder, kneeling down in front of two Magcargo!

    - Indeed ladies and gentlemen, this is Kyle Styles bringing you the latest on environmental issues all over Cascadia! For example, look at these Magcargo, look at how angry and unhappy they look! Something is rotten in the State of Aduro dear viewers, and the EyeLand Network will show you just… hey hey, what are you doing? Hey, stop, I didn’t mean to… HEEEELP!!!

    Angry indeed, but probably because of the young man shoving his camera in their faces, the two fire slugs take offense to his proximity and spit out a couple of Lava Plumes he narrowly manages to avoid! The man drops his camera in fear, and begins to slowly back away, but the Magcargo have been provoked and seemingly refuse to just let him go! He’s in danger!

    What do you do?
    Keith and Godric arrived at the Lithogic River with no trouble, and just as Keith expected, it was truly a sight to behold. It looked as wide and as natural as any ordinary river, the only difference being the molten lava that flowed through it.

    "It's amazing, isn't it, Godric?" Keith remarked. "I mean, there's supposed to be underground tunnels that carry magma from the volcano right into the sea, that's how the island keeps getting bigger. But those were manmade, this river is all natural, and it's been flowing for I don't even know how long." Godric gave an appreciative growl, enjoying the scenery just as much as his Trainer was.

    And then, their viewing was interrupted by a voice, and from what was being said, before even turning around, Keith was guessing that a TV show was being taped live. Sure enough, he looked around, and saw a young man with what looked like a professional TV camera on his shoulder, and he was kneeling down before a pair of vivid orange Pokémon that looked as though they came from the river itself. Each one sported a shell of volcanic rock on its back. Keith took out his Pokédex and pointed it at these Pokémon- he had seen plenty of Slugma before, having lived in Lavaridge Town in his youth, but these were new to him, probably its evolved form. Sure enough...

    "Magcargo, the Lava Pokémon, and the evolved form of Slugma," droned the device. "Magcargo's shell is extremely brittle and crumbles away at the slightest touch. It can spout flames from the gaps in this shell."

    It was then that Keith noted how angry the Magcargo were getting. The guy with the camera seemed to notice this, too, but what that guy didn't seem to notice, despite it being obvious to Keith and his Nidoking, was that that guy was the cause of the Magcargo's anger! He was sticking his camera right in their faces, Keith was honestly surprised he hadn't been attacked yet. And then, as if on cue, the pair of Fire/Rock-types unleashed Lava Plume at the man. He managed to narrowly evade them, thankfully, and as he finally seemed to catch on, he dropped the camera and backed off. However, the Magcargo weren't done with him, having been provoked into action, and they started oozing after him.

    "OK, that's not good," Keith remarked. He turned to face his Nidoking. "We gotta help him, Godric. Nail those Magcargo with your Supersonic. Hopefully it'll confuse them long enough for the guy to get away. If they start coming for us, prepare to use Drill Run."

    "Nidoooh," nodded Godric, before turning to face the pair of Magcargo and preparing to use Supersonic.

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    The woman looks over the items your present . the purple Dex and 6 Pokeballs -, runs them all through an infrared sensor and looks at the monitor, waiting for the corresponding readings. After a while she smiles, nods and hands you a key with “House 12” written on a paper tag.

    - Congratulations, you have now been registered into the Grand Farewell Tournament! This is the key to your house in the Villa. We have prepared accommodations for all our guests, which I hope are to your liking! Our only rule is curfew after midnight, since preparations for the next day’s battles begin at that hour and we need to reroute most power from the Villa to the Stadium – all non-essential electronics are disabled after midnight, please understand.

    She rings a bell and shortly afterwards, a steward appears.

    - Please take our guest to his residence Bert, he’ll be staying in House 12. Mr. Ethan, best of lucks to you in your upcoming challenge, and remember, do your very best to honor our Champion in the Arena!

    You claim back your Pokeballs and Pokedex, store them away and follow the steward away from the reception desk, out of the stadium through a side door and into the private Residential Area that has been created solely for this event. They really are pulling out all the stops! You walk across a red brick road, with elegantly trimmed topiaries shaped like Pokemon, which branches out to several conglomerates of large houses. You take a left turn and approach one of the conglomerates, before the man stops in front of the first residence and invites you in. Is the whole house to yourself?!

    - Please make yourself comfortable Mr.Ethan. The inaugural speech and the first two rounds of the Tournament start tomorrow; you will need to be well-rested.

    He takes a bow and leaves graciously, leaving you and Adam to stare at the mansion that has been reserved for you. They must have spent an obscene amount of money on all these houses! Still, you might as well make the most of it, right?
    You hold the key in your hand and approach the front door, unlocking it. You step inside and your jaw drops - it's even better on the inside! Tapestries, golden candelabra, polished mahogany furniture... You're still in shock when Adam nudges you on the leg, snapping out of your trance. You look at him annoyed, until you realize he's holding something in his hand. A... piece of paper? You must have walked over it when you stepped inside... you take it from the Sableye and glance over it. There's a handwritten message...

    "Forfeit the Plates at the reception first thing tomorrow."

    The... Plates? What did this mean? How did anyone know of the Plates in the first place, and why on earth would you give them over?!
    You try to put all of that behind you for now, and explore the house. It's getting late however, with only thirty minutes to go before midnight, and you remember what the receptionist said about curfew...
    There's a welcome package on a nearby table in the hall; in it you find a bag of cookies, a bottle of chocolate milk and a pamflet with various bits of information on the event. More significantly, a layout of the Tournament brackets...

    "Day 1: Inaugural Speech by the Champion Gottfried; Challenger vs Gym Leader Sean (morning battle); Challenger vs Gym Leader Trevor (evening battle)"

    Another piece of information catches your eye: "Don't forget to look up data on each participant the day before your battles! It always helps to be prepared, so make sure to use the Personal Terminal in your residence every night!"

    You look over to the living room, and sure enough, there's a small desktop computer on a table in front a very comfortable-looking couch - seems they thought of everything. But with only thirty minutes to go before power is cut, you probably only have time to read information on one subject before curfew...

    Which do you prefer to read: data on Champion Gottfried, Gym Leader Sean orGym Leader Trevor?
    OoC: My mistake.

    stats

    Taking the capsules, items and his Pokedex from off the table the receptionist ran them through an infrared sensor looking at, Arceus knew what, before smiling at her finds, nodding and handing Ethan a key with a paper tag that read: 'House 12'.

    "Congratulations, you have now been registered into the Grand Farewell Tournament! This is the key to your house in the Villa. We have prepared accommodations for all our guests, which I hope are to your liking! Our only rule is curfew after midnight, since preparations for the next day’s battles begin at that hour and we need to reroute most power from the Villa to the Stadium – all non-essential electronics are disabled after midnight, please understand."

    Nodding in understanding Ethan took note of what she had said. She then rang a bell and in little to no time a steward appeared.

    "Please take our guest to his residence Bert, he’ll be staying in House 12. Mr. Ethan, best of lucks to you in your upcoming challenge, and remember, do your very best to honor our Champion in the Arena!"

    Ethan thanked her, collecting his things before following Bert away from the receptionist desk, through a side door and outside of the stadium were he was amazed to find a private residential area was perpared solely for the purpose of the tournament.

    With his feet walking along a red bricked road the boy and his Sableye looked around the lavish place that even had hedges that were shaped like Pokemon. The group then took a left turn and stopping in front of the first house the steward turned around to face him, ushering him to step inside.

    "No way the whole house is mine??!"

    "Please make yourself comfortable Mr.Ethan. The inaugural speech and the first two rounds of the Tournament start tomorrow; you will need to be well-rested."

    But before the steward could make his leave the boy reached inside his pocket and took out $1,000 coins in a small brown bag, handing it to him and thanking him for showing him around, even if he was just doing his job. He had worked odd jobs himself, here and there, been a waiter for a bit of his life until he realized it wasn't for him, it was always nice after a long day to see a nice tip.

    Looking back at the villa, Ethan clutched the key tight in his hands, remembering that for many years after leaving home he had lived on the streets with no four walls or roof to shield him from the elements or a bed with someone there to tuck him in at night, not even a big enough jacket to keep him warm. No, he had to grow up fending for himself thus letting go of all materialist things. But looking at the mansion sized building before him a tear ran from his eye, even if this was only temporary, he couldn't be happier. "Sab?" the little ghoul giving a questionable look at his trainer before he responded back with "Right then, shall we." Sliding the key inside the lock, turning the knob and opening the door…finding inside the fanciest place he had ever been in, beside break-ins.

    Snapping out of his trance the boy’s Sableye poked him on the knee…"Ugh, how many times do I got to tell you not to- what’s that in your hand? " He asked taking from his Sableye a piece of paper he had found underneath the boy’s shoe, and read it out loud, "Forfeit the Plates at the reception first thing tomorrow."

    Both Ethan and Adam looked at each other immediately, how did anyone know the he was collecting the plates…and why would he just give them up? He needed them! not wanting it to bother him while so many good things were happening, the boy crumbled the note and tossed in the nearest bin he found before finally allowing himself to take it all in…

    The house was fully furnished with all the trimmings, pointless things that only the rich would be interested in, he looked through every cabinet and drawer, played with the appliances and electronics trying to figure out how they worked…he ran through the house with Sableye exploring every room and corner until the sun outside set and the moon rose in its place.

    Looking at the clock Ethan noticed that the time was 11:30pm, having remembered what the receptionist had said, he only had 30mins before curfew…looking across he saw a welcome package set aside on the table that he seemed to have missed in his exploration. Going through its contains, he pulled a bag of cookies, chocolate milk and a pamphlet with information about the tournament and its break down: "Day 1: Inaugural Speech by the Champion Gottfried; Challenger vs Gym Leader Sean (morning battle); Challenger vs Gym Leader Trevor (evening battle)"

    It all starts tomorrow then… he thought getting a little bit excited.

    He looked again and noticed another piece of information that made the young man’s eyes widen, "Don't forget to look up data on each participant the day before your battles! It always helps to be prepared, so make sure to use the Personal Terminal in your residence every night!" He looked around the room in a frenzy and sure enough there it was, a computer seating on the coffee table, next to the couch.

    They sure think of everything, don’t they?

    Ethan knew close to nothing about Gottfried, unlike the other Champions his heard about, Gottfried was an Enigma. And though this tournament was in honor of him, with less than 30mins left, he probably only had time to search on one of the people featured tomorrow…and if Ethan wanted to win or impress someone he had never heard of, he had to do great in the first match of the tournament and the first step in doing so would be finding out what type of gym leader he would be facing, after that he could make a better sound decision on which 3 to bring. If he got a chance to meet with Gottfried he would just be honest…"Hi, my name is Ethan it’s great to meet you…uhhh is it bad I’ve never heard of you?"- smooth, he couldn't think of that now though.

    Seating across from the computer the young boy began searching for information on Gym Leader Sean. Seating next to him the boy’s Sableye was trying to open the bag of cookies having a hard time with its vacuum seal, trying for the bitter part of a few minutes in doing so, until finally he gave in and threw them on the table with his arms crossed. Ethan with one hand on the keyboard typing, reached for the bag with the other, and opened it with his teeth, grabbing a cookie before tossing back at the astonished ghost, now happily eating from the bag.

    Ethan had to remember to go to sleep right away, even if his nerves probably wouldn't let him, he sure didn't want to over sleep...
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