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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 9:02 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 7:07 pm
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Freth would head off with the rest of the bunch to supposedly have a fateful encounter with the legendary Pokemon known as Mespirit. In any other time, this would probably fill one with awe and wonder, maybe a bit of excitement. In Freth's case however? This was unsettling considering Sub would leave sections of the team to head off to each of the major lakes as he would try to hold off the oncoming army lead by Kamado. Last thing Freth wanted to deal with is the potential losing Sub to the likes of some paranoid primitives. Freth was hoping all would be well coming out of this. Part of her wondered how in the world Kamado found out about this so soon. They barely got any distance from the village before they started to get tailed. Freth wondered if whatever she was feeling earlier was that thing. Maybe a premonition, or a presence watching her. She didn't know.
Speaking of the strange, Freth's mind went to Volo, the overly eccentric merchant who was more than anxious to ally with the likes of the Snagems. Especially where as Darts was involved. For someone in this day in age, he was far too knowing of the goings on, and was convinced there was more to him than let on, which is saying something because honestly, he let on a lot as is. Calling out the flying clan in Mt. Coronet to Amaranth, for instance, which was honestly baffling. Run in with hybrids as well. Calling them as such, for that matter. What was going on, here?
"Freth, eyes front." The hunter would speak up.
The group would arrive at the lake. Freth would notice that oddly enough, this lake was relatively unchanged between now and what she knew to be of the future. Maybe here it was a higher water level. Stupid global warming and its deniers in the future. As they made their way to the island at the center of the lake, she would make her way to the massive rock in the center, though there didn't appear to be an entrance. Freth would start checking the rock, trying to figure out if there was an entrance of some kind. Touching it, much to her surprise opened the cave, almost as if magic. "This is the kind of crap the villagers are paranoid over. Come on already..." she said, shaking her head.
She made her way in and started to look about, but there...was nothing here. "......" Freth wasn't versed in the ways of Mespirit. Freth would stare at the water pooled on the floor, noticing the pattern, but it didn't add up to her if this was a means to get Mespirit to show up or even if Mespirit was even here. "Please tell me that we didn't waste our time coming here." Freth said.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2022 5:01 am
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Getting to the lake, somehow, had been the easy part for Amaranth- despite her mind being on that Flying clan Volo mentioned again- and it looked to be similar for the group in general. Were this a different set of circumstances, she'd have taken time to try and learn more. Or at least would've seen the mission at hand as something more than strictly business. There were a lot of variables to everything going on too; just what had Sub discussed with those two?
Much like everything else, there wasn't much time to think about any of it, seeing the rock suddenly disappear with Freth's touch. Like they'd just been invited inside. "Right..." she finally remarked, shaking her head as she followed Freth inside.
"Well, if we're wasting our time, we might as well waste more of it, right?" She asked, walking around the unusual pattern of water along the cavern. "From what I remember in the dex, they're supposed to be some embodiment of emotion, yeah... not that I know how that's supposed to help us make them appear."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2022 8:03 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2022 9:15 am
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The cave remained quiet and empty for the Snagems, no sign of Mesprit or anyone else besides them. No sense of an energy presence, nothing. All in all it really seemed like the cave was empty. Just when they might be questioning just standing around in vain things would begin to get a little more lively, each Snagem experiencing something different.
For Freth the puddles of water would suddenly flash freeze, the ice from them rapidly spreading and consume the cave. The ice would then threaten to creep up anyone standing on the ground which included the Snagems, herself the only one who could hover off the ground in time. She would hear the cries of her teammates and watch them struggle in vain as they slowly became encased in ice. A familiar force would overwhelm all of Freth's senses, the presence of a thing she had not seen in a long time, didn't want to. Turning around she would come face to face with none other than the Ice Elemental itself.
For Amaranth the cave felt like it began to shake violently, chunks of rock falling down causing her teammates to move out of the way as quick as possible. The rocks that fell were not just rocks however as some dissolved into sand which gathered itself together rapidly and formed grotesque 'Ekans', some with more than one head, others with the wrong amount of eyes, horrible looking creatures. These snakes would catch her teammates off guard, constricting them with their unique bodies and forcing their sand down the Snagem's throats to suffocate and kill them. Amaranth wouldn't have long to mourn her teammates as a familiar voice called out. Stepping through the cave entrance was the dreaded mad scientist himself, Ein.
For Leon he would be surprised to see Ulla skip in through the cave entrance, running up to greet her big brother and give her a great big hug. As he hugged her though Ulla would suddenly begin to gag which turned into choking, the little girl falling to the floor and clutching at her neck, reaching up for her brother as she slowly suffocated to death, her skin having slowly began to turn purple before she passed. With his sister gone a voice would laugh from the cave entrance, the owner of the laughing none other than Leon himself, a much older version of him that would claim to be from the future, he responsible for poisoning Ulla.
Beau and Larrimore would experience the same thing as numerous Kalosian Royal Guards came charging in, one immediately spearing Leon, killing him. Three more overwhelmed Amaranth and stabbed her to death as well. Freth attempted to fight them off however a trio of Malamar were released and the three vile Pokemon cut down the bird woman. Larrimore managed to pull Beau away and ran to the far back of the cave, their backs against the wall as he prepared to fight these evil men.
[Your characters are experiencing hallucinations as Mesprit has begun to test them, bringing up some of their most tragic feelings. Write out your character's entire experience with these hallucinations, of which they should feel extremely real to them, even if they figure out it's a hallucination they are still feeling pain and getting hurt. I just provided a sort of prompt for each of you, you may include more content if you wish, more sources of trauma. The purpose is for the Snagems to accept their trauma (not necessarily 'defeating' it), that it will always be there to some degree, that ignoring it or dwelling on it won't help. Show your character accepting their 'trauma' and being released from the hallucination, seeing Mesprit floating in the cave in front of them. If you don't like the prompt I gave you are welcome to change it entirely and I'll simply edit my post to reflect what you wrote.]
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2022 11:13 am
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As Leon’s voice echoed through the hollow cavern in hopes of a summon of the legendary Pokémon, Freth merely sighed at the lack of reply. No one was home. Out of the three, that she knew of, Mespirit in legend was the more outgoing type anyhow. Sealed away in a cave? Right. Not on anyone’s life. That thing could be anywhere in Sinnoh as far as anyone was concerned frolicking in flowers or making mischief to get a rise out of someone or something. Who knew? “Tch…let’s just go and see if we can find any other…” she started to say, realizing something as she spoke. Her breath was visible vapor. “…leads…” she gave one long drawn out breath, still visible and now that she realized it, it was getting cold. Fast. The pools of water on the floor started to freeze up, prompting Freth to pull her feet away from the water as fast as she could. Colder it got still and due to no longer being the Kantonian variant of Articuno, her tolerances were much more limited. She was starting to shiver. She brought her arms under the wings she had folded in front of her in a desperate ploy to stay warm. “We need to leave now!”
Freth then looked on to the other Snagems accompanying her, only to find them stuck to the floor, slowly being entombed in ice, they all screeching out as they tried to fight out of the ice. The cries of absolute pain wracking each of them to their very core before the ‘relief’ of the cold’s numbing embrace. Mespirit wasn’t an Ice Pokémon. Was there a rather wrathful variant back in the days of Hisui? Not that she knew of. If that wasn’t the case, then what could it be?
“No, no-no-no-no NO! Not again!” Freth would hear another cry. She looked towards the ice forming on the walls, seeing in the reflection the hunter. The hunter in the reflective image was on the ground, writhing in pain. She flailed some then found herself on her knees and hobbled over in agonizing pain. “AAAUGH! Stop! NO! You won’t do this! NO! I…won’t do it! I won’t let you!”
“What’s going on!? Hey!” Freth would start making her way to the hunter’s image on the ice only to notice something else in the reflection. A dark silhouette, and while she could no longer sense pressures, there was something there that she felt that could make her feathers stand on end. She couldn’t describe it; as if a sense of dread and hopelessness overcame her. She turned around, finally realizing what was doing this chaos in such short of time. A large, imposing beast. An amalgamation of what many could probably say was all the Ice type Pokémon in one body. But then, was it really? To behold an Elemental was almost as if trying to see the true, whole form of Arceus. Perhaps, in some respects, maybe this was just one part of Arceus just as one would normally see Arceus on this world. A form that one can only comprehend just enough to make out a body of…some kind. “Celcius…” Freth would utter, in total shock at what was transpiring here. Now.
Freth started backing up as the Ice Elemental made its heavy steps towards Freth, each step forming new ice which spread. Freth realized the threat here had not only broke the proverbial threat scale, it was nuked to oblivion. As she looked on the imposing beast, she nearly ended up wanting to yell out, proclaim that he should be dead in a manner of speaking, only to realize that she had a hard time speaking as her throat started to tighten as it started to chill ever colder in this cavern, but this was Hisui, in another reality. This one hadn’t had its fateful fight yet.
In dealing with Elemental, there wasn’t trauma in the strictest of sense for Freth. The trauma was more akin to lifelong regret. A massive mark of shame and a burden she would have to carry for the rest of her many years. She was so easily bought by the prospect of power in her pursuit to proclaim herself the top woman in the whole criminal world and when it was offered so willingly by Celcius, she didn’t realize what it actually meant until she was freed from the elemental’s grasp as a result of the elemental’s defeat. She realized what lead up to her eventual subjugation, downfall, and what consequences stemmed to and from her pursuit of Celcius. Freth long since came down to the realization that she was a fool in that time and as such had been on the long path to making amends as she left that life behind, helped along by the one who would be a love in her life. However, while on rare occasion she had let on about this time of her life, it was still a time of her life she would have preferred not to be reminded about, let alone in such a fashion. In perhaps all respects, she thought she was over her ordeal in regards with the elemental, resigned that what was done was done and there was no changing it; she realized that screwed up severely and what lust for power gets her. She had to be better.
Freth continued to back away as fast as she could, pressing up against the icy wall as she continued to fight to draw breath within the cold. She wanted to fight back, but with no hybrid abilities to speak of, she was for the most part defenseless. Half her Pokémon team that was with her were of the ice type and should she try to release one of those, they’d sure to be turned against her. The other half had no chance fighting this entity, even united. She looked back behind her, the hunter in her reflection was still writhing, moaning and shrieking in pain. She slammed her fist on the icy wall. “Get…get it together! I…I need your help!” Freth managed to speak out to the hunter, a cough coming in nearly every other syllable.
“I…AAAAH! Why…IS THIS HAPPENING! HOW! PLEASE STOP!” the hunter shouted, practically begging. “I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY GAVE UP ON ME BECAUSE OF THIS! AAAA!”
Freth couldn’t help but to stare at the hunter. What was going on with her? Was she talking to Celcius? Was Celcius doing something to her? Wait…HOW was he doing something to her? He didn’t have the psychic affinity. The hunter was just in the deep consciousness of her mind, separate from Freth’s other mental functions. That was beyond Celcius’s purview. The Hunter was experiencing something completely different than Freth was. Something that was outright painful and traumatic to her somehow.
Freth watched as the Hunter flipped over grasping at her arm, still writhing. “NO NO NO NO! I. WON’T!”
“Hey! What *cough, cough, cough* what…is he…doing!?”
“MY ARM! HE’S…CHANGING MY ARM! GOD IT HURTS!”
“You’re not supposed…to be feeling anything!” Freth coughed out. “You…you’re in my head, remember? Sword? You trying to body jack me? This isn’t…” The cold was starting to get too much. Though as much as she wanted to convince the hunter that this couldn’t possibly be real, the cold she was feeling felt too real to ignore. Her body started to frost up, every part of her started to feel numb from the extreme cold. Her allies were already entombed in ice and Freth seemed to be next in line.
“Ma-MAKE IT STOP! NO MORE!”
The Hunter’s reactions were weird to her, still. Things that she were saying didn’t add up from what she had let on to her before. ‘Again’. ‘Gave up on her’. Her ‘changing’, which as far as what Freth could tell, her reflection was doing no such thing. Did…did she have a run-in with Celcius before? When? Why? “I…I don’t know what’s going on with you…but get your crap together…its…not happening…” Freth started to gasp out. “Hey…can…can you even hear me?”
“STOP!” the hunter shouts once more.
It was hopeless, the hunter was in a world of her own somehow. Freth forced herself up, prying herself off the ice that was shackling her to the icy ground. She stood up, squaring off defiant against Celcius before her. “You…” she said as she shivered, her stress starting to skyrocket at the sight of an insurmountable foe, the tips of her feathers on her wings started to glow. “…you have…no power here…” Freth managed to speak up, the onyx feathers on her face then started to glow. “…you hear me? YOU HAVE NO POWER!” she shrieked.
In a psychic burst of fury, the unchecked psychic prowess that Freth had all this time, bestowed forcefully by the Hunter, was unleashed. Celcius would wince a bit, although otherwise unaffected, but it was enough to crack and destroy the ice on the ground and the walls like glass. As the icy world around her fell apart, she fell once again to her hands and knees, splashing the water at her feet. What was that, she could only wonder as she breathed heavily trying to regain her composure. She felt weak, not knowing where or how that surge of power came to be. Though as she tried to so, she saw her reflection in the water still. The hunter was still in great pain, curled up in a fetal position, grasping at her head. She then looked back up and noticed something. Celcius wasn’t there anymore before her, but in the reflection, she saw a looming shadow what seemed to be Celcius over the reflection. She looked back behind herself to make doubly sure, but then back at the pool of water. It was…all an illusion…
“Hey! Listen to me!” she shouted to the hunter. “What’s going on with you? Is Celcius doing that? Answer me!”
“Who-who’s there!?” She was responding. This was…progress.
“What is Celcius doing to you!?”
“He’s…digging into my…mind…trying to…change…me…I’m a…monster…” There were still a lot of questions Freth had but something she was almost certainly convinced of. The Snagems Articunos weren’t the only ones that had a run in with the Elemental.
“Are you freakin’ serious!? A proud bounty hunter is going to get overtaken by a blasted figment of your imagination!? Get over it! This whole thing was behind you! Its not happening now! Its not real!” Freth shouted, stress starting to peak again, her feather tips started to glow once more, her onyx feathers following suit. Freth wasn’t realizing it, but she was about to have another outburst. “Wake up! Well…if that…is possible in your state or whatever…WHATEVER! I’m not having to scream in my head constantly! He has no control over you! Wake up! Fight it!”
“Someone…help…me…please…” The hunter shakily spoke out. She was in total agony, really pathetic sounding compared to the cold, logical person she knew before. Freth tried to figure something out; as much as she wanted a bit of catharsis witnessing an independent, bold, ruthless hunter get her comeuppance in whatever fashion this was, this was hardly the time for it. However, Freth wasn’t sure how. It wasn’t like she could reach into her own subconscious. Not that she was aware of, at any rate. She frustratingly slammed her fists into the water, and yet again another burst of psychic power was unleashed, water parts away from her in its unmitigated fury, only this time, this gotten something new to show up. But before Freth could really proclaim what was going on, this she couldn’t even stay on her hands and knees anymore, flopping forward instead as the water pool started to wash back towards her.
It was silent in the reaches of Freth’s mind for some time…exhaustion and mental anguish laid claim to its victim. The hunter floated about in the darkness. She knew this darkness. Not able to feel anything, not able to touch anything, or see anything. This darkness wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t welcoming either. It usually came about in Freth’s time of sleep in bed. Isolation in its purest form. Unable to hardly interact with anyone, let alone to her prison warden. Not that she probably should either. Affecting Freth’s health was bad for her too in the long run. Though this was different. What just transpired just now? “It really was…a dream…I…didn’t even know I could do that in here still. Freth? Freth? FRETH!” she’d shout into the void, unaware what happened in the outside world. It did still feel cold here, however. Though no where near as bad as she was feeling. She wasn’t in intense agonizing pain as if her insides were about to turn inside out. That was more than a dream. Something that she felt. She was attacked. But how? Something happened outside. “FRETH!” Once again she’d shout. Within the darkness she drifted, her thoughts thinking back to what had transpired. She only could remember what just transpired in those moments. Moments which felt like an eternity. She drifted, tried to think carefully about what just happened. Why it happened. It was as if she was being told that she was not okay. She was fully aware of that; but was ignoring it. She had to. She had other stuff to be concerned with than her own problems. Like now. Her host was not responding. “FRETH!”
More time would have passed. How long was she out of it? How long has Freth been out of it? Time was impossible to tell within the mindscape, for lack of a better term. She continued to drift, thinking back to what she saw. Why that all of a sudden? She wondered if she revealed anything in front of Freth. The more she thought about it, she could only sigh a bit in resignation after a realization. “Man, I am a mess…”
Freth was still passed out on the puddle-laden ground for anyone to find her…
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2022 4:03 pm
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Beau would be staring across the room towards Larrimore, still quizzically poking at the puddle with his stick, when he began to see the Pinsir hybrid’s expression shift from vaguely cautious and curious to alert and on guard. It wouldn’t take more than a glance around to realize why that was. The cave and its puddles that they had been in a moment before now had been replaced by a dense, all-encompassing forest. And while Beau and Larrimore were able to adjust, the rest of the Snagems weren’t as biologically adapted to shifting from normal sunlight to the concept of light whispered through one hundred leaves and every branch between the sun and you. Amaranth and Freth were busy trying to adjust to their lighting, but it seemed like Leon would at least be able to adapt quicker and join the two hybrids in figuring out where they were now. Which is likely why he was the first of the three half-blind Snagems to be targeted.
The sound of Leon being run through with a spear would direct everyone’s attention, but it would offer no help to Amaranth as she was quickly overwhelmed. Larrimore would be quick to fend off a few of the sword strokes directed his way, sending the unknowns stumbling back while a few others would catch some blows from Freth. Her downfall came from a combination of her eyes still adjusting to the darkness and her senses further being thrown out of sorts by one Malamar before the other two would cut her down. Snapping into position as Larry dashed across the clearing to stand beside Beau, the duo would finally be able to see who exactly had just ambushed them and so coldly cut through their allies. And they were met by a wall of men, shining armor clad and weapons in hand, with Pokeballs within easy reach to release more of their Pokemon to bolster their forces like they had just used against Freth.
Gripping his hand tighter on the hilt of his sword, Larrimore would attempt to position himself to block Beauregard from the Kalosian Royal Guards that were slowly beginning to advance out of the brush. “Looks like we found the last of the rabble. Perhaps them and the traitors we just speared can join the rest of their kind in the conflagration we left in their hovel.” One of the guards intoned, the smell of smoke and burnt wood coming on the breeze as he did so.
“Hovel? What does…” Larrimore began, the foliage and the few wild Pokemon still nearby quickly alerting him what exactly the guard meant. “La Ruche. You….you’re burning down La Ruche!?”
Laughter. That was the only response granted initially, the collection of Kalosian Royal Guards slowly beginning to advance towards them. “Cute. You gave it a fancy name. We preferred to call it our live dummy training ground.” The captain for the squad said, the only distinguishing factor between him and the regular soldiers being a small bit of gold trim on his helmet.
“Beast! They were innocent people! Just trying to live free!” Larrimore shot back, forcing himself and Beauregard to begin to walk backwards to keep the enemy force all within their sight. “And the only thing you consider them is something for you animals to whet your swords on!?” The venom he spat those words out with halted the grunts in their advance, the many soldiers and the two hybrids halting as a strange tension hung in the air.
It had taken most of Larrimore’s restraint not to charge forward with his words, to attempt to cut down these undeserving monsters and cleanse the world of their disgusting nature. But unfortunately, moral indignation offered him no martial advantage against what appeared to be a cadre of 30 soldiers in guarded formation and armed with both weapon and Pokemon. Especially not with Beauregard here. He had a sword and his explosions, but there was only so much an untrained fighter could offer to aid this kind of offensive.
To Larry’s point, Beau wouldn’t be any help at the moment even with the sword he had. The Vivillon hybrid could barely find the will to move, even when Larry was pressing into him to force them both back. They had been whisked away yet again, this time right to La Ruche’s doorstep. They found themselves confronting the Royal Guard on their terms. And they had been completely unable to do anything to defend their friends before the guard callously cut through them. All Beau could manage to do was keep his grip as tight as possible around the hilt of his sword as he attempted to muster something. Anything.
The tension would be broken as the captain spoke once again. “What would you prefer we consider them? Furfrou chow?”
“As people! Why must you bumpkins somehow stand staunchly against the tide of progress that the other regions had embraced!” Larrimore roared, stomping one foot ahead as his restraint buckled for a moment. The sound of a snapping branch would jerk Larrimore back into his defensive stance, eyes darting around as he attempted to assess if this stalemate was simply a delaying tactic for a force to ambush them.
Another laugh would erupt from the captain. “Look! How are we supposed to treat you when you are slaves to your instincts! So panicked about predators, you barely realize you made that noise yourself!” He guffawed, a few of the other grunts voicing in with their own nervous laughter as the captain pointed towards the branch that sat just in front of Larrimore’s foot.
This was all the soldiers needed to feel the tension begin to break, their advance on Beau and Larrimore beginning once again.
The attempted oppression didn’t take this time for Larrimore, who instead chose to stand his ground against the advancing horde. He could not allow that captain to survive this encounter. Someone so inhumane did not deserve to walk this land and he would gladly use his life to make sure that happened. “Beauregard. Run. I’ll hold them off.” Larrimore said, both hands solidly gripped on his sword hilt as he began to plot how he could reach the captain before being brought down.
But Beau wouldn’t listen to Larry’s call, instead tensely marching into position beside his friend. His sword still held in an iron-tight grip, Beau would point the weapon towards the Kalosian Royal Guard. “We left together to fight them. We finish them together.” Beau whispered, forcing his eyes to follow along the sword towards the guards. If Larry hadn’t broken that branch, Beau doubted anything would’ve snapped him from the panic spiral he had been in. He could still feel it trying to reassert itself but he was going to make himself stand beside his best friend for their final effort to finish off the royals of Kalos.
But….
They had already done that.
Right?
It
It was why they had ended up part of Snagem.
The thought was faint. But it punched like a meteor.
Looking back to the sword he had just gestured with, Beau could see he was holding that….that damned thing again. He had just sent the sword to who knows where but here it was, gripped in his hand like it had never left.
Looking over to Larrimore, Beau swallowed his courage before stepping in front of the Pinsir hybrid, slowly advancing towards the wall of men that meant them harm.
“Beauregard! Stay behind me! You can barely hold a sword, let alone swing it!” Larrimore shouted, maintaining stance as he moved to at least keep Beauregard to his side. What could be going through his mind to just make towards the enemy like that? He knew that Beauregard didn’t react well when true fear struck him but this went beyond that into pure lunacy.
“Beau. We both know my name is Beau.” He mustered a stronger voice this time, his grip on the sword finally loosening to a more natural hold compared to his previous white knuckle grip. “Just like we both should know the Guard doesn’t exist anymore.”
“Doesn’t exist? They’re right in front of us! They killed our allies!” Larrimore spat back, one hand moving off his sword to grab Beauregard by the shoulder. He aimed to throw his friend to safety at this point. The fear had finally made him crack. Their enemies didn’t exist? They may have stopped the original royals, but this could simply be a splinter branch, one they had missed. And they had just burnt their home to the ground! All of this death and destruction had to be paid for!
As Larrimore’s hand landed on Beau’s shoulder, he simply rolled with the motion, sending the hand sliding off with a graceful spin. “Larrimore! None of this is real! If it was, I wouldn’t have this!” Beau boomed, finishing his spin by placing his sword in front of his friend’s eyes.
Larrimore would halt himself, the sword that now sat before his eyes so recognizable to the hybrid that it could have been miles away and he would have known. “Beau. You said you lost it to that time distortion.”
“I did.”
“So we somehow followed it and you found it here. It-it proves nothing. We still need to obliterate these last vestiges of the guard!” Larrimore countered, moving to go around Beau. The wall of guards should basically be on them by this point, and he needed to at least guarantee the guard captain ended his day here.
And as he rounded Beau, all he would see was the Kalosian Royal Guard. Frozen mid-stride, as if the world itself had halted.
And as the tension of an impending fight to the death left Larrimore’s body, he would fall to his knees. “What….kind of sadistic thing is this?” He asked, looking towards Beau as he sat down on the ground next to him.
“I don’t know. All I can say is this Kalos Royal Guard stuff is buried deep. For both of us. I’ve seen so many things that make the guard look like nothing. But….the second that wall of men, all done up in the armor and being so casually cruel showed up…immediately froze.” Beau would take a slow breath, staring once again at the sword that had just manifested for him. What had he been holding before?
“And I immediately went to paladin against any corruption, no matter what extremes it takes to purge it. Even went back to robotically calling you your full name.” Larrimore responded, staring out at the slowly fading forest of La Ruche. That burning smell that had been used to taunt them, to drive them further into whatever this hallucination had been gone like it had never existed.
“Don’t feel bad on the name thing. I did the same thing. I just couldn’t speak.”
“So….are we simply trapped here?”
Still staring at the sword, Beau would take a minute to respond. “I don’t think so. But we’re both going to need to do something a little….final.”
Larrimore would follow Beau’s eyeline to the sword and sigh in resignation. “A slightly more willful version?”
“If it helps, I’m pretty sure its just a stick in reality.”
“It doesn’t. But either way…place it between my pincers.” Larrimore said, watching as his friend obliged in putting the sword between the two contacting points of his pincers. “You could have simply put it into a museum’s collection if you didn’t wish me to have it, you know?”
Beau gave a snort. ‘We both know you would’ve robbed the place for it.”
And with an almighty flash of light and a slight wooden cracking, the sword snapped between the pincers. For Beau and Larry, they would find themselves pressed against the back wall of the cave and Beau now holding a very broken stick. Sighing collectively, they would look to see if the others were still here and alive, and if they had fared with similar trials.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2022 1:13 pm
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While Leon was waiting for a response, he was caught off guard as he heard a child's laugh. He quickly turned to see his sister, Ulla skip into the cave with a warm smile on her face. "...You're not my sister. Ulla is back in the Fairy Realm where Keiko took her." Leon said as Ulla merely pouted. "What? You didn't believe I could time travel too?" Leon was caught off guard when Ulla spoke. The hallucination started to become real to him. "...Ulla. I'm so sorry...You've been through SO much ever since you were born...I thought the last time I saw you...was gonna be the last..." Leon said as he started to choking up, holding back tears.
"You sent that kid Kazu...saying you were okay. That you were fast asleep. He's a weirdo. But, I see untapped strength in him. Strength even I'm a bit afraid of. Sub is going to be training him. Don't you dare tell either of them I've said that. And Ter and Keiko-or well...your mom and dad now. They finally got hitched, and guess what? You're a big sister now. You have a new baby sister. Her name is Yuna....she's going to be looking up to you from now on. So be sure to be a good role model for her-" "Just like how you were to me?" Leon stopped going on about what his sister has missed as he looked up as Ulla wrapped her arms around Leon's neck. "...Just like how I was." Leon said quietly.
The humble moment fell apart as Ulla started coughing. The little fairy child started coughing and started to choke on something. She fell to the floor as Leon was stunned and ran to her side. "Ulla?! Ulla talk to me. Talk to me Ulla, what's going on?" He said as the little girl started to shake uncontrollably. Ulla clutched at her neck as she was reaching for Leon with her other hand. Then in an instant, the life in Ulla's eyes faded. She suffocated to death. "...Ulla? H-Hey...come on..." He said as he held onto her hand tightly as he noticed her skin slowly started to turn purple. Poison? "...No...no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! This wasn't me...t-this can't be....I-I...I didn't channel....I didn't....Ulla? Please wake up. I-It was an accident..." He said shaking out of trauma. He pulled out his white kunai as he started breathing heavily. He looked at Ulla's lifeless body as he pricked her hand, trying to drain the poison from her body. "Come on...why is nothing happening?!" Leon then heard a chuckle as he turned to the entrance. He stood up quickly and stood infront of Ulla's body. What he saw, he couldn't believe it.
It was himself. But, older. "Hey younger me. Grow up yet?" Leon was stunned in silence to see himself. "I don't understand...why would I kill my sister? I...I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT" "...Unfortunately we don't have much of a choice." The older Leon said as held out his arm to the lifeless Ulla. The little girl started to gain her color back as she opened her eyes. "You're ok!" Ulla looked at the younger Leon in fear as he reached out his arm to her. She quickly slapped it away. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" "What...?" The older Leon grinned as a dark evil aura formed in his hand. Ulla then clenched her chest as she knelt down in pain. "L-Leon...why? Did...did I do something bad?" The younger Leon didn't know what to do as he got up and quickly ran at the older Leon in a wild rage. He was throwing punches filled with poison. But with every blow, it looked like it wasn't doing anything. "You don't understand why this is happening. Do you?" He said as something in the older Leon changed.
The future Leon's Poison channeling presence changed. As it was overwhelming the younger ones presence entirely. "This. Is you. You can't run away from it." He said as he grabbed Leon's fist to make him stop. "Watch what, WE can do." He said as the older Leon stomped on the ground as vines came out of the ground and wrapped around Ulla. As the vines started to constrict her, she was gasping for air as it looked like the life was slowly leaving her. As it was, the older Leon looked like he was healing. "B-Big brother...I-I'm sorry...if...if you really want to kill me...do it with your own hands...not l-like this...please..." The younger Leon knelt down, feeling defeated. "Please stop....Please just stop this." The future Leon looked at the pitiful younger self. The vines then released Ulla as she dropped on the ground very weak. The future Leon then let go of the younger's arm as he knelt down to level with him. "So...we're pretty intelligent. Why do I exist? And why is our sister here?" Leon didn't answer at first as he was mentally and emotionally exhausted. "...Because I'm afraid." He mumbled.
"...louder. "I'm afraid!" Both of them paused. "I'm afraid...I'm afraid of my channeling. How much stronger I can be. And how much of a danger I can be to my sister...I'm suppose to be taking care of her for crying out loud. My hands tremble...at the thought of hurting Ulla in the slightest...when Ulla and I first discovered our channeling at HQ. When I accidentally poisoned her...I was so afraid. I don't want to continue on this path...I'm afraid one day....I loose control. I hurt her. Or even worse....ask her to end me." He said very tired. "And we do...Every fiber in us, is made to protect her. No. Matter. What. We become much stronger...much stronger than our sister. But, we become more in control. Just you wait. And we can't stop with our training, I know you can feel it. The poison trying to eat at you. Just continuously growing stronger. Don't let it win. " The future Leon went over to Ulla was still laying on the ground. "...Is it over?" Future Leon nodded as he held out his hand to her as she slowly grabbed his hand as it looked like something crawling in future Leon's skin into Ulla's. Ulla lifted herself off the ground as she looked good as new. "...You're okay? We can bring life back into the dead later?" Future Leon merely smirked. "Nope. This was something else...Never one." "Without the other."
Ulla let go of future Leon's hand as he hugged the beaten, younger Leon. "No matter what happens. I believe in you. Please, don't lose yourself because of this." Ulla said as she ran back to future Leon as both of them walked out of the cave. That's when a blinding light happened as Leon broke out of the hallucination. He had his hand dipped in the water still as he was taken back breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. He looked up as he saw the Lake Pokemon Mesprit. "Did....did we pass?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2022 6:10 am
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Amaranth had barely managed getting around half of the pattern before the cave began shaking, forcing her to her knees when she failed to brace herself. "Gah! What's happening- everyone move!" She shouted at once as rocks began to fall, surely on their way to start causing a cave-in. To the others' credit, they were quick to move away from the rocks, and the shaking would slowly die down, allowing her a slight sigh of relief.
"Good... everyone alright?" She didn't get a response from anyone terribly quickly, but what she would hear were sudden screams as some of the rocks dissolved all too quickly, revealing Ekans that didn't look like they belonged to any time or reality they were in. There was no way these were some horrid variant known to Hisui. Multiple heads, more eyes, less eyes, eyes in places that shouldn't be. For some reason, she wasn't their target, but the screams continued. First she noticed Freth on the ground, tripped up by a couple of them as one went to her beak and start filling her with sand; enough to not only choke her, but rob her of what fight she could've managed and silencing her. Both got off her once she was totally motionless, and it was safe to assume she'd died in the struggle.
"Freth! No, get up!" She screamed, wanting to rush over but knew doing so might alert these Ekans. To make it worse, her hesitance meant Beau and Larrimore were next. Larrimore managed to get them off Beau with a sudden pull, but this only set him up for one to catch him unaware, constricting him and suffocating him with copious amounts of sand. All she could do was watch in horror as Beau tried to get them off while there was still time, his efforts being met by another Ekans wrapping around him and seeing to it that both met the same fate, together to the end.
"Beau! Larry..." By now, she needed to do something while there was still time. Leon was starting to find himself constricted too, so she sent out her Flareon. "Kindle, Ember!" He'd be quick to spit embers at the Ekans wrapping itself around Leon, but rather than the help she hoped to give, the Ekans wouldn't respond to the fire at all. Leon, however, did by getting caught off guard by the attack and allowing the Ekans an unmitigated means to get to his mouth, sand entering rapidly and outpouring from his mouth from how much was being forced in.
As he fell to the ground, his struggled screams being silenced too, Amaranth had found herself backing up to the cave wall. She hadn't even noticed that each of the Ekans were starting to approach her now; another voice had caught her attention as someone else stepped inside.
"I thought you were the heroes? It's as I said," Ein remarked, calm and calulated with each word and movement he made. "The stronger enforce their will upon the weaker. Then, when they have their opponent defenseless..." As he continued, one of the Ekans had managed to loosely wrap itself around one of Amaranth's legs- not that she noticed in her increasing panic. "...they kill them."
"Y-you..." To Amaranth, Ein's figure almost seemed to flicker. At moments, he looked like the slender, calcluated man from nightmares that still plagued her. At others, he looked like neither of those, appearing closer to an Elektross hybrid she was still too familiar with and the days she spent as a food source. Still others, albeit briefly, he'd look closer to the sorry state he was found in when the team "won" against him as he put it, oxygen mask and all. It felt like he was glitching out in her mind, like something didn't quite add up. But it made her panic more, trying to figure out how- why- he was here now.
She gripped the hammer on her back. "How are you here!? You're not supposed to be here!" She shouted, brandishing her weapon of choice. Briefly, panic and fear turned to a flash bout of anger as she went to run at him and take a swing... only for the Ekans around her to trip her footing and send her crashing to the ground, hammer slipping from her hands and stopping at Ein's feet as water splahed around.
He feigned surprise, his figure flickering back to a slender one as he flashed a sly, sinister smile a moment later. "Am I? Well, I'm here, so clearly you must've forgotten. But if you're so certain..." He'd kick the hammer within range of her to grab it, dismissive in his actions. With the Ekans starting to make its way towards her head, he was certain that she wouldn't be able to. "Then prove it. After all, I'm the villain, right? Your nightmare, in the flesh."
Though she tried to grab the hammer, and even succeeded, she became aware of the Ekans starting to constrict her movements. Wrapping itself around her more and more, grabbing the hammer was all she could manage as she struggled. Soon, she would catch the multi-eyed monstrosity from the corner of her eye. For a moment, she considered that this Ein wasn't the one from her reality. But then why the taunting? Why the monstrous Ekans? Why kill everyone else and spare her, if only so she could watch before her turn?
Her Flareon would finally rush over, biting the Ekans and making it finally move off her thanks to a Fire Fang.
"Oh? So you needed to borrow someone else's fangs. Are we done?"
"Why..." Slowly, Amaranth was able to get to her feet, though the other Ekans were closing in, ready to strike. Even in the puddles within the cave, Ein's reflection continued to flicker, continuing the notion that something wasn't right. Was it just in her head? She still wasn't sure, but it brought a different question to her mind. "Why am..."
Though the Ekans started to surround her, Ein would have to step back as she swung the hammer wildly, forcing the monstrous snakes away save for one that managed to wrap around the head of it. That one would find Amaranth slamming the hammer down as soon as she saw it, trying to force it off or squash it. "Why am I afraid of you?"
"What?"
"I said," Amaranth started, screaming as she swung the hammer straight for Ein's head this time. "Why am I still afraid of you!?" For a moment, it looked like she landed a clean hit that should've at least knocked Ein out. But that didn't happen. His form just flickered again as the hammer simply passed through.
"So you never wanted to spare me, did you? You wanted revenge."
Amaranth found herself backing up a step this time. "I..." She couldn't deny it. Though she had been among the members that decided to spare him that fateful day, she knew that it wasn't what she wanted to do. Not truly. Much as she tried, she was never able to forget what she'd gone through. What she managed to remember of it, anyway; many things still remained fuzzy, and that was where some of the nightmares loved to manifest. It made her wish she could've put Ein through it in return.
"So? Get it. Get your revenge and kill me. Or you can stand there and let me end the struggling for you." The Ekans had started slithering back towards her as she stood there, shaking. In that moment, she found herself having to conceded that he was right. Or her mind was. She wasn't sure anymore, but it wasn't incorrect. After a moment, she raised the hammer again, throwing it and herself at Ein with another shout. The ensuing slam was enough to send water and dust flying from the impact.
The attack would miss Ein entirely, instead coming to his side as his form flickered into the Elektross hybrid once more. "...get out," she remarked, her voice low. "I don't know how you're here, but GET. OUT." She raised the hammer and slammed it down again, still refusing to strike Ein and instead cause more water to splash and dust to cloud the cave. "Get out!" Another slam, and even more water and dust. "Even if I still want revenge, what good is getting it here!? Either you're not truly the Ein I know, or you're not real! So just get out!" Yet another slam for good measure, still making sure not to hit the now-fading form of Ein as he started flickering more as tears started forming and falling. "Get out of my head... please..."
By now, she was on her knees again, like she was stuck after her last swing as Ein's form started giving way as it began to disappear. The Ekans had apparently disappeared as well, revealing the others in various parts of the cave in some way or another. Out of them, Freth was the one to still be on the ground, causing Amaranth to panic all over again and hope that everything that happened wasn't truly real.
As she thought about going to Freth to make sure she was alright, she saw something else where Ein- in all his forms- had been earlier. A strange grey-ish Pokemon, with two tails and a head with pink appendages. Was this Mesprit? Looking to it, then to Freth again, she'd speak up despite choking a bit from the earlier, very raw series of events. "Is she... are they alright?" She asked, looking to the lake spirit while trying to keep an eye on the others as well.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2022 10:22 am
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One by one the Snagem's snapped back to their senses as each of them passed Mesprit's test, all except Freth who was still passed out in the puddle. Floating towards the Articuno hybrid Mesprit would answer no one's questions immediately, however indirectly answering Amaranth's as the Lake Guardian picked Freth off the ground via telekinesis and stood her up on her feet. Keeping Freth upright with its psychic power the legendary Pokemon would awaken the hybrid with a jolt of telepathic energy straight into her mind, pulling her consciousness forward. Once it was satisfied with the woman's degree of wakefulness it would release its psychic hold on her and allow her to stand on her own.
With Freth okay Mesprit would float back to the center of the cave and speak telepathically, directly to their minds, mouth never moving. "You have passed my test." The tiny creature confirmed for them. "You have conquered some of your worse emotions; fear, trauma, sorrow. Emotions are perhaps the most important part of your being, it is what allows us to truly embrace life. Happiness, excitement, wonder, all beautiful emotions to experience, however you must sometimes have the bad emotions to truly appreciate the good. You all have proven to me you respect this concept."
With that said Mesprit would give off a soft pink glow, its 'hair' rustling a bit before a small piece was pulled off, the feather-like item floating towards Freth, Mesprit's Plume floating in front of her, waiting for her to reach out and take it. "This is what you have come for, my sibling, Uxie, alerted me to your plans. You'll be pleased to know that should you construct a Red Chain, with my plume and the others, your plan to return home should be a successful one." The Lake Guardian confided in them. "Before you leave I wish to give you each a gift, a personal gift from me to you to make up for the trials you were put through."
A soft pink energy would surround Mesprit, building up for several seconds before the energy pulled away from its body and gathered into four separate orbs which would then float over to the Snagems, the orbs of pink energy floating in place in front of them. "A boon for your Pokemon. Each orbs contain enough of my Mystical Power to awaken the latent potential in your trainer-Pokemon bonds to allow a Pokemon to evolve. Allow one of your Pokemon to touch the orb." Mesprit said, explaining its gift.
Larrimore, who was still a little bewildered at the moment, over everything that transpired, released one of his only three Pokemon, his least used one, Combee. He would instruct the bee Pokemon to flutter up to the orb and make contact with it, which it did, the female Combee immediately consumed by its pink energy, the pink glow soon turning white as Combee underwent evolution. By the time everything was done and said Combee was gone and Vespiquen hovered in its place. Smirking slightly Larrimore would soon after recall his newly evolved Pokemon. With that done he looked at Mesprit and then at the others. "So is that it? Off to Mt. Coronet now?" He asked.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2022 12:15 pm
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The hunter continued to float about in the darkness as she tried to come to terms about what just happened. To say the least, she wasn’t happy with it at all. That time alone came with a lot of reflection as to what she saw. That said, in many respects, it made her feel all the more justified in her position as to her motivations from there on. Though, she had to admit, she started to feel things that she hadn’t quite felt in a long while. She almost didn’t even recognize those feelings due to them being far long buried in the name of her missions. She then looked up; a violet, violent crackle of lightning seemed to have streaked by for only a couple of seconds, startling the hunter a bit. “What was that?” She couldn’t help but to ask herself. She hadn’t seen anything like that before in here either. A light then started to shine, piercing the darkness. “Freth? Freth!” She then called out. The light, what shows up when Freth starts to wake in the morning. Consciousness returning. “FRETH!” she shouted, rushing towards the light.
Back in the physical world, Freth started to awake, wincing as she hovered there. She was exhausted, a splitting headache, but was overall fine. “Wha…what the hell?” She then took notice to the Mespirit, who was just then putting her back on her two feet. Freth nearly stumbled forward again then looked about the cavern. Apparently whatever she went through, the other Snagems went through similarly. Freth was soaked due to her laying there in the puddle and a fair bit cold, though not anywhere as she once was when she saw what she thought was the Elemental.
“Freth, are you okay?” The hunter spoke up.
“Ugh, how long was I out?” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“I don’t know. I guess not that long by the looks of things.” The hunter replied.
Freth then looked down at her reflection in the puddle. “……” She looked at the Hunter in her reflection, the Hunter seemed to be looking around herself, now that she was able to see too what was going on. The Hunter would then take notice to Freth staring at her with a bunch of skepticism.
“What?”
“You and I are going to need to talk later.” The notion actually gave the Hunter pause. It dawned on her for the most part happened, and Freth was able to hear all of it.
The Hunter would look over towards the Mespirit, then back towards Freth. “I suppose. Not here, though.”
“Fine.” Freth would reply.
Looking back towards the Mespirit and listening to the legendary Pokémon’s explanation, it was almost what Freth expected. It honestly could have been worse, Freth figured. Then again, maybe not. How much worse can you get than Celcius? Though, that wasn’t a question she’d tempt fate with. Though passing the test, she would be handed a plume from Mespirit. The means to constructing the legendary Red chain. It was funny though, in her historical research, she never heard about the Red chain being constructed in such a manner. She had thought the chain was made as is, not by the sum of its parts. Guess not everything would be recorded…or perhaps, should, considering this is the power of the upper-echelons of legendary Pokémon.
Furthermore, Freth would find that she would received an orb. A means to evolve a Pokémon. It didn’t look like anything that she could stash in her pack for later right away. Unfortunately, the ice types that were with her were fully evolved. It was useless on Absol unless this was a means to mega evolve, which she doubted, and she had Hitmonchan along for the ride as well, which also made this orb useless. She did have one other, and maybe for this one, this was something a bit long overdue…
She’d take out a PokéBall and tossed it out upon the ground. With a flash, out came her Kadabra. “Hey there, Kadabra, how are you?”
“Kada-bra?”
“Yea, don’t worry about me. Had a bit of…a situation out here, but hey, look at this.” Freth said, holding up the orb to Kadabra. “Mespirit said this can help you out a bit; you’ve been with me forever, and it was probably high time something like this happened. How about it? You want it? It can help you evolve if you want.”
“Ka-daaabraaa…”
“Well, I got a lot on my plate, honestly, Kadabra.” She said. “But with everything going on with me, I’m probably going to need your help most of all. And this might help towards that, if you’re willing. Otherwise, it be business as normal, no big deal.”
The Kadabra looked towards the orb then raised his spoon hand up, taking the orb from Freth with its telekinetic power then grabbed hold of it. Freth then had to turn away as Kadabra started to glow, his evolution starting to kick in. As the light faded out, the Kadabra was now the much larger, more powerful Alakazam. “Al-kaaa-zaaam.”
“Congrats, buddy.” She said, rubbing the Alakazam on the head then giving the psychic Pokémon a quick hug. She then would recall the Alakazam then looked back towards the others, now that the plume was in tow, she looked back towards the others. “Yea. Lets get moving.”
“There’s a problem.” The hunter spoke up. “If we end up having to go to the summits of Mt. Coronet, you’re going to get cold. You can handle some of it, but eventually you'll have to find somewhere warm. Especially if you go with what you got on. And they’ll definitely submit to it before you would.” Freth would once again find herself slightly agitated that she wasn’t the icy variant of Articuno anymore, realizing as time goes on, the more of a hindrance this is being. Though that still wouldn’t help Amaranth, Beau, Larrimore, and Leon for that matter. Maybe they should have tried getting something that would prepare them better up in the mountains. Then again, no one realized they were until this whole ordeal…go figure.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2022 12:28 pm
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Beau would slowly reach to the Pokeballs he had on him, looking over the devices as he attempted to process what exactly was going on. That whole journey into trauma was....certainly a thing, but that could be confronted fully later. Instead he was going to fully focus on the evolution thing. And the way he saw it, he had three strong options. Mostly because Pistachio would assault him if he tried to make him evolve before he chose to, and his Snorunt and Zorua hadn't really done much for training to warrant having them evolve like this. So that left him with his Charmeleon, his Poliwag, and his Fletchinder. All were strong options but it seemed like this entire situation would need some strong firepower and transportation in case anything else went awry so Poliwag was a no. And it didn't seem like a Talonflame would be a massive boon for transport so...that left him with one option. Opening up Zippo's Pokeball, he would gesture for the Charmeleon to grab the pink energy orb, which it was apprehensive to do but still followed the order. And what started as a pink glow at Beau's waist would rapidly grow into a towering white glow that was at least as tall as he was. Taking a step back, Beau would soon find himself staring at a large black Charizard, who roared in excitement at its new form. Returning the large Pokemon to his Pokeball, Beau would look over to Larrimore and give a smile. "Looks like it. Hopefully we're the only ones who got a free dose of trauma and therapy." He responded, looking over towards Mespirit with a mildly suspicious eye before slowly making towards the exit for this cavern.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2022 4:19 am
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Amaranth was relieved when she saw that everyone, for the most part, seemed to be fine. Relatively speaking, that is. Freth at least being upright until she could manage it on her own was another bit of reassurance, if only because it meant probably not drowning in a puddle. Despite this and Mesprit's words making sense about why she'd just gone through something so raw- to say nothing of anyone else now, stuff she didn't feel comfortable asking about- she was apprehensive about the orb before her.
It wasn't that she didn't feel she deserved it. If Mesprit deemed them worthy of it, surely it had its reasons and she felt it'd be in poor taste to turn it down. As she released her Fletchinder and, a moment later, her Rookidee, she felt unsure which would benefit more. That is, until Forge looked at the orb, then at Rookidee, and finally moved to lightly push the smaller bird as if to say he should take it.
It took Amaranth a moment, but seeing it gave her a bit of clarity; with what had been going on lately, there wasn't much doubt in their bond. Her Rookidee, however, could certainly use the boost with the trials to come. She nodded when the bird looked to her, scooping him up in a hand to allow him to touch the orb.
He immediately flew out of her had as he did, the orb's effects happening in an instant and its glow covering him as the pink gradually lost its color in the evolution process. Eventually, as the glow faded entirely, the newly evolved Corvisquire perched himself on one of Amaranth's shoulders. Looking over and giving another nod, she'd recall him, Forge and Kindle at once. "Thank you," she finally said to Mesprit, looking to Larrimore and Freth in turn. "Yeah. Hopefully the others have been successful."
Finally getting her hammer strapped onto her back again, she'd start out of the cave with the rest and off to the mountains.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2022 8:39 am
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