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History:
Albaeia was the first League colony in the northern hemisphere, established 5 human generations ago, whose capital, Trace Italienne, is situated on an inland peninsula approximately sixty degrees north of the equator.
The Albaeian peninsula is flanked by high impassable mountains, accessible only by a small strait. Its unmapped peaks that reach above the electrically charged cloud cover with only one side to defend made it an excellent stragetic location during the early colonization of Earth's northern hemisphere, and was vital in the subsequent terraforming during the Second Pokemon Taming.
Due to its geographical isolation, many prefer to consider Albaeia a continent in its own right, although the claim remains disputed. Regardless, the continent-peninsula currently serves as the headquarters of the northern Elite League (also known as the Elite Four, although the term had fallen into disfavor due to Elite organizations having variable numbers of members) and a major branch and secondary training capital (after Pokemon Academy) of the Pokemon League.
Weather:
Due to the high density of particles in the air, the atmosphere near the cloud line tends to be highly charged, making scaling the surrounding peaks difficult to impossible, except without bulky and expensive special equipment. Remote or infrared imaging of the peaks has proved unsuccesful due to the thick stratospheric cloud cover and the electricity that wrecks havoc on electronic sensors.
In addition there is the danger of those uncatalogued pokemon that reside in the peaks, unidentified to this day, and thus wild. It is speculated that it is these very pokemon that cause the electrical storms.
Culture:
While surrounded by mountains, inland tends to be flat or rolling. Buildings tend to be low lying and made from either earth, compressed brick, stone, or thick concrete. The bunkers, present within every building however, are almost always constructed out of several feet of lead lined with concrete. The large amount of building materials have necessitated walled communities, as these are a more efficient in terms of resource-to-individual ratio.
An Albaeian walled community.
A mountainside dwelling during an electrical storm. The entire building on the top right hill functions as a superconductor.
The people here tend to favor rock, or ground type pokemon, with grass or electric types coming a close second. Herds of mareeps, likely indigenous, graze on the inland rolling plains. Domesticated gravellers are a common sight, and often help in construction and heavy lifting. Lunatones and solrocks appear sometimes during the winter, and summer solstice, respectively.
Albaeia was the first League colony in the northern hemisphere, established 5 human generations ago, whose capital, Trace Italienne, is situated on an inland peninsula approximately sixty degrees north of the equator.
The Albaeian peninsula is flanked by high impassable mountains, accessible only by a small strait. Its unmapped peaks that reach above the electrically charged cloud cover with only one side to defend made it an excellent stragetic location during the early colonization of Earth's northern hemisphere, and was vital in the subsequent terraforming during the Second Pokemon Taming.
Due to its geographical isolation, many prefer to consider Albaeia a continent in its own right, although the claim remains disputed. Regardless, the continent-peninsula currently serves as the headquarters of the northern Elite League (also known as the Elite Four, although the term had fallen into disfavor due to Elite organizations having variable numbers of members) and a major branch and secondary training capital (after Pokemon Academy) of the Pokemon League.
Weather:
Due to the high density of particles in the air, the atmosphere near the cloud line tends to be highly charged, making scaling the surrounding peaks difficult to impossible, except without bulky and expensive special equipment. Remote or infrared imaging of the peaks has proved unsuccesful due to the thick stratospheric cloud cover and the electricity that wrecks havoc on electronic sensors.
In addition there is the danger of those uncatalogued pokemon that reside in the peaks, unidentified to this day, and thus wild. It is speculated that it is these very pokemon that cause the electrical storms.
Culture:
While surrounded by mountains, inland tends to be flat or rolling. Buildings tend to be low lying and made from either earth, compressed brick, stone, or thick concrete. The bunkers, present within every building however, are almost always constructed out of several feet of lead lined with concrete. The large amount of building materials have necessitated walled communities, as these are a more efficient in terms of resource-to-individual ratio.
An Albaeian walled community.
A mountainside dwelling during an electrical storm. The entire building on the top right hill functions as a superconductor.
The people here tend to favor rock, or ground type pokemon, with grass or electric types coming a close second. Herds of mareeps, likely indigenous, graze on the inland rolling plains. Domesticated gravellers are a common sight, and often help in construction and heavy lifting. Lunatones and solrocks appear sometimes during the winter, and summer solstice, respectively.
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It was one of those rare moments when she had no idea where she was. The stars were covered by a layer of stratospheric clouds--the low lying thick kind. Sandy heard rhythmic peals of thunder and lightning, the latter like faint blue plasma veins. Better find some place to shelter for the night, she thought. Espirit, her espeon, walked a half step beside her, her lavender fur raised against the chilly air. It was weeks since the last population center, where she looted for some supplies--ration bars and medical supplies mostly, a combination of potions and various 'heals--and the pokemon this far out were probably wild, which meant the elements could be expected to be more severe than usual.
Flying above the cloud cover with Skye was not an option, stick a metal pokemon out in these conditions and they'd attract electricity like a solitary steel steeple in a churchyard...or graveyard. Sandy wasn't sure if it was a good idea with Brae either. Such unfamiliar conditions warranted more caution than usual. Shelter, she thought.
The gem-like ruby membrane above Espirit's eyes glowed a bright crimson red. Sandy's short black hair stood up on end, bristling. Static was in the air. The psychic bond between her and Espirit communicated the situation--a herd of jolteons. Wild. Their bodies were gaunt and lean--no doubt prey hadn't crossed their paths in a long time. She psychically sensed Espirit's heart beating. Faster it went.
Espirit set up the light screen just moments before the jolteons released a brilliant display of light--a barrage of electricity. Beneath the shimmering screen Sandy and Espirit were unharmed. The pokemon's heard was beating overtime.
There were six of them in all--attacking with a combination of low-charge thunderwaves. Not fatal but capable of short-term paralysis. They switched on the offensive--to damaging ranged thunderbolts. The electricity met the light screen, sending sparks flying in wildly opposite directions. The static in the air felt like millions of miniature pinpricks.
Espirit's light screen would not hold for long.
Thinking quickly, Sandy decided on Tenebrae the tropius. It's low and large sauropod frame would give it an advantage, a larger surface area to ground the electricity more effectively. Skye was an obvious non-choice, and the abra Felicis, although quick and capable of spontaneous teleportation, was useless as they'd lost the element of surprise. "Brae, go. And keep low to the ground!"
The large leafy dinosaur-like pokemon made a slight motion with hislong neck as if to make a nod, instantly drawing the electricity to him, as he cringed. His leaf-like wings formed themselves into razor-sharp knives, whipping them with great force and catching two of the jolteons in mid-swing, careening them backwards as they landed unconscious on the ground. Espirit continued to maintain the light screen, but with only enough energy to cover her and Sandy. Her heart was like a machinegun, but the lavender pokemon's eyes were on of extreme concentration. The red gem was glowing like a fierce coal.
The four jolteons took a cross-shaped formation around Brae, approaching him from four cardinal directions. Minimizing exposure to their quarry's line of sight, Sandy thought, So he can't hit more than one like before. If she was on Skye she could overcome that with an earthquake but...
"Brae, razor leaf again!"
There was no time as in the middle of the jolteon formation branched a descending crescendo of electrical surge from the sky.
"No!" Sandy yelled.
The tropius collapsed from the skyward blast, barely conscious. They had not counted on the jolteons drawing on the power of the elements. Even Espirit could take on only two of the jolteons--three if she was lucky. But she would have to break down the light screen, exposing the trainer to their attacks. The jolteons slowly formed the cross around Sandy and Espirit, and began their charge.
In its alien pokemon thoughts, but one that Sandy had learned to be familiar with, she heard Espirit say to her, I'm sorry Aeireille....
No. You tried your best.
There was only one other option. Felicis couldn't teleport along with the mass of a human, but he could carry the mass of three pokeballs.
I know what you're thinking Aeirelle.
"Get in your ball!" Sandy yelled, even though the pokemon could very well hear her thoughts.
I will not leave you alone.
"Very well," she whispered lightly.
The light screen went down.
Flying above the cloud cover with Skye was not an option, stick a metal pokemon out in these conditions and they'd attract electricity like a solitary steel steeple in a churchyard...or graveyard. Sandy wasn't sure if it was a good idea with Brae either. Such unfamiliar conditions warranted more caution than usual. Shelter, she thought.
The gem-like ruby membrane above Espirit's eyes glowed a bright crimson red. Sandy's short black hair stood up on end, bristling. Static was in the air. The psychic bond between her and Espirit communicated the situation--a herd of jolteons. Wild. Their bodies were gaunt and lean--no doubt prey hadn't crossed their paths in a long time. She psychically sensed Espirit's heart beating. Faster it went.
Espirit set up the light screen just moments before the jolteons released a brilliant display of light--a barrage of electricity. Beneath the shimmering screen Sandy and Espirit were unharmed. The pokemon's heard was beating overtime.
There were six of them in all--attacking with a combination of low-charge thunderwaves. Not fatal but capable of short-term paralysis. They switched on the offensive--to damaging ranged thunderbolts. The electricity met the light screen, sending sparks flying in wildly opposite directions. The static in the air felt like millions of miniature pinpricks.
Espirit's light screen would not hold for long.
Thinking quickly, Sandy decided on Tenebrae the tropius. It's low and large sauropod frame would give it an advantage, a larger surface area to ground the electricity more effectively. Skye was an obvious non-choice, and the abra Felicis, although quick and capable of spontaneous teleportation, was useless as they'd lost the element of surprise. "Brae, go. And keep low to the ground!"
The large leafy dinosaur-like pokemon made a slight motion with hislong neck as if to make a nod, instantly drawing the electricity to him, as he cringed. His leaf-like wings formed themselves into razor-sharp knives, whipping them with great force and catching two of the jolteons in mid-swing, careening them backwards as they landed unconscious on the ground. Espirit continued to maintain the light screen, but with only enough energy to cover her and Sandy. Her heart was like a machinegun, but the lavender pokemon's eyes were on of extreme concentration. The red gem was glowing like a fierce coal.
The four jolteons took a cross-shaped formation around Brae, approaching him from four cardinal directions. Minimizing exposure to their quarry's line of sight, Sandy thought, So he can't hit more than one like before. If she was on Skye she could overcome that with an earthquake but...
"Brae, razor leaf again!"
There was no time as in the middle of the jolteon formation branched a descending crescendo of electrical surge from the sky.
"No!" Sandy yelled.
The tropius collapsed from the skyward blast, barely conscious. They had not counted on the jolteons drawing on the power of the elements. Even Espirit could take on only two of the jolteons--three if she was lucky. But she would have to break down the light screen, exposing the trainer to their attacks. The jolteons slowly formed the cross around Sandy and Espirit, and began their charge.
In its alien pokemon thoughts, but one that Sandy had learned to be familiar with, she heard Espirit say to her, I'm sorry Aeireille....
No. You tried your best.
There was only one other option. Felicis couldn't teleport along with the mass of a human, but he could carry the mass of three pokeballs.
I know what you're thinking Aeirelle.
"Get in your ball!" Sandy yelled, even though the pokemon could very well hear her thoughts.
I will not leave you alone.
"Very well," she whispered lightly.
The light screen went down.
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The sky above was dark and wild, the moon which would have otherwise been shining in its full stages was covered by thick clouds simply crackling with electricity. Yosuke has been traversing these plains for the better part of three days now, battling against the elements alongside his Pokémon. They had managed to sleep for a grand total of five hours collectively, both he and his four Pokémon staying on guard in rounds. They were all exhausted, and low on stamina; they had run out of provisions earlier that day, and had just recently battled off a rather tough group of Electivire. Luckily, they were nearing the exit to this plain; in the distance, Yosuke could just make out the shape of a town or city of some sort.
A crackling bolt of lighting struck the ground close by, jarring Yosuke from his thoughts and sending a distinct tingling feeling up his legs. He glanced over in the direction of the bolt towards the area of contact, and was mildly surprised to find a trainer, surrounded by a group of wild Jolteon. They had appeared to have just downed the girl's Tropius with their last attack. The boy shrugged slightly and continued his trek; if she was out here, she was more than likely capable of holding her own in a battle.
Myrrh, who had been padding along cautiously beside him, stopped ahead of the boy and glanced up at him, a seemingly concerned look upon his face. Yosuke looked down at the Eevee, tilting his head slightly in confusion. He looked back to the other three Pokémon trailing him, only to find the same expression apparent on their faces. He sighed in defeat; if they felt that it was necessary to help her out, it probably was. Besides, if the girl ended up losing in her fight, it wouldn't only be her paying the consequences. He simply couldn't let her Pokémon pay for her careless actions.
"Fine. We'll help." He muttered, hopping onto his Ninetales' back, the fox Pokémon immediately dashing off in the direction of the fray; the other three keeping pace. He leaped off of Kalen as they reached the battle, landing gracefully as the Pokémon began their assault. Jets of fire spewed forth from the now-airborne Ninetales' open maw as he launched into a devastating Fire Blast. A ball of aura energy blasted forth from the boy's Lucario, directed at the same Jolteon targeted by his companion's attack. The electric Pokémon didn't have enough time to react, falling unconscious as the two attacks connected in synchronicity. They had taken the group of Jolteon by surprise; apparently they had been too focused on their prey to notice the oncoming attack.
"Next." Yosuke muttered, his Eevee and Zoroark springing into action. The Zoroark's claws began to emanate a sinister, shadowy fire as he closed in to unleash a Night Slash attack, swiping at his target with a furious speed. He was backed by a Shadow Ball, launched by Myrrh. Yet again, both attacks connected with the Jolteon, sending it sprawling through the air. It landed on all fours, dashing towards its new attackers, mouth agape and crackling with energy. The attack connected, the Jolteon's fangs lodging themselves deeply in Zoroark's arm, sending powerful jolts of electricity throughout his body. A discernibly pained cry filled the air as he swiped at his attacker, knocking him off. He fell to the ground in pain, clearly unable to take much more; he had played a pivotal role in the team's fight earlier that day.
Yosuke recalled the exhausted Pokémon to his Pokéball, allowing Myrrh to handle the other Jolteon on his own. He shot an agitated glance to the girl, and turning his gaze to his two available Pokémon, nodded his head to them. Lucario dashed off towards her, standing by her side in a protective stance, Ninetales doing the similar, returning instead to Yosuke's side.
A crackling bolt of lighting struck the ground close by, jarring Yosuke from his thoughts and sending a distinct tingling feeling up his legs. He glanced over in the direction of the bolt towards the area of contact, and was mildly surprised to find a trainer, surrounded by a group of wild Jolteon. They had appeared to have just downed the girl's Tropius with their last attack. The boy shrugged slightly and continued his trek; if she was out here, she was more than likely capable of holding her own in a battle.
Myrrh, who had been padding along cautiously beside him, stopped ahead of the boy and glanced up at him, a seemingly concerned look upon his face. Yosuke looked down at the Eevee, tilting his head slightly in confusion. He looked back to the other three Pokémon trailing him, only to find the same expression apparent on their faces. He sighed in defeat; if they felt that it was necessary to help her out, it probably was. Besides, if the girl ended up losing in her fight, it wouldn't only be her paying the consequences. He simply couldn't let her Pokémon pay for her careless actions.
"Fine. We'll help." He muttered, hopping onto his Ninetales' back, the fox Pokémon immediately dashing off in the direction of the fray; the other three keeping pace. He leaped off of Kalen as they reached the battle, landing gracefully as the Pokémon began their assault. Jets of fire spewed forth from the now-airborne Ninetales' open maw as he launched into a devastating Fire Blast. A ball of aura energy blasted forth from the boy's Lucario, directed at the same Jolteon targeted by his companion's attack. The electric Pokémon didn't have enough time to react, falling unconscious as the two attacks connected in synchronicity. They had taken the group of Jolteon by surprise; apparently they had been too focused on their prey to notice the oncoming attack.
"Next." Yosuke muttered, his Eevee and Zoroark springing into action. The Zoroark's claws began to emanate a sinister, shadowy fire as he closed in to unleash a Night Slash attack, swiping at his target with a furious speed. He was backed by a Shadow Ball, launched by Myrrh. Yet again, both attacks connected with the Jolteon, sending it sprawling through the air. It landed on all fours, dashing towards its new attackers, mouth agape and crackling with energy. The attack connected, the Jolteon's fangs lodging themselves deeply in Zoroark's arm, sending powerful jolts of electricity throughout his body. A discernibly pained cry filled the air as he swiped at his attacker, knocking him off. He fell to the ground in pain, clearly unable to take much more; he had played a pivotal role in the team's fight earlier that day.
Yosuke recalled the exhausted Pokémon to his Pokéball, allowing Myrrh to handle the other Jolteon on his own. He shot an agitated glance to the girl, and turning his gaze to his two available Pokémon, nodded his head to them. Lucario dashed off towards her, standing by her side in a protective stance, Ninetales doing the similar, returning instead to Yosuke's side.
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That night was one of those rare nights; the moon did not shine as it was covered by the dark clouds overhead, causing said night to be completely shrouded in darkness. Or at least it would have been if not for the streaks of lightning etching the sky in bright flashes of light. Had one known that the weather was quite common to the region, they would not have been as surprised as the lone girl traveling the area. Lauren Wells was currently racing across a route of some kind within the Albaeia peninsula atop her trusted Mightyena Aeolus. She had only arrived in the area the night before and was eager to follow through the legions that surrounded the area.
The week beforehand Lauren was within the Kanto Region; she had been investigating the rumors of a bird charged with electricity traveling near and about Lavender town. When she had finally arrived Lauren was quickly rerouted to the nearby power plant. Half expecting some sort of abandoned site the explored was deftly disappointed to find that the, previously abandoned, power plant had finally been remodeled and put back into function. However, the local workers there were more than informative on her next lead. Apparently the rumor was that although the plant had been abandoned for nearly a decade before, it had been kept running by an unknown and constant power source which they all believed to have been the legendary bird. They didn't know any more than that but heard from some of their friends near Pallet Town that a large cloud of electrical energy was seen flying out to the sea towards Albaeia. It wasn't much, but Lauren had a hunch she was on the right track.
She didn't expect to capture the majestic bird of course but the thought that the eager explorer might be able to find the first documented listing of the legendary bird's nest had Lauren quivering in her boots. She had followed the dark storm cloud until it had promptly fused with the seeming constant electrical storm surrounding the peninsula. As it did the cracks of thunder and the streaks of lightning seemed to have increased tenfold.
The slight amount of drool that escaped her mouth seemed to state that said girl was near delirious at the thought of such a prestige. Had she paid more attention she would have noticed a small group of people and pokemon that seemed to be in heated battle. The only thing that was on Lauren's mind was Trace Italienne and asking the locals for their tales and takes on the legendary bird. She had tried to whip out her PokeNAV but realized it was less than useless with the electricity surrounding the lands. Thankfully Lauren had purchased a Map of the region earlier and, with careful navigation, realized at the speed she was traveling at now she would be there within the hour. Pulling out a Salac berry from her side bag she tossed it in the air in front of her Mightyena. With a quick hop he snatched it midair and, after quickly downing it, raced off at breakneck speeds.
The week beforehand Lauren was within the Kanto Region; she had been investigating the rumors of a bird charged with electricity traveling near and about Lavender town. When she had finally arrived Lauren was quickly rerouted to the nearby power plant. Half expecting some sort of abandoned site the explored was deftly disappointed to find that the, previously abandoned, power plant had finally been remodeled and put back into function. However, the local workers there were more than informative on her next lead. Apparently the rumor was that although the plant had been abandoned for nearly a decade before, it had been kept running by an unknown and constant power source which they all believed to have been the legendary bird. They didn't know any more than that but heard from some of their friends near Pallet Town that a large cloud of electrical energy was seen flying out to the sea towards Albaeia. It wasn't much, but Lauren had a hunch she was on the right track.
She didn't expect to capture the majestic bird of course but the thought that the eager explorer might be able to find the first documented listing of the legendary bird's nest had Lauren quivering in her boots. She had followed the dark storm cloud until it had promptly fused with the seeming constant electrical storm surrounding the peninsula. As it did the cracks of thunder and the streaks of lightning seemed to have increased tenfold.
The slight amount of drool that escaped her mouth seemed to state that said girl was near delirious at the thought of such a prestige. Had she paid more attention she would have noticed a small group of people and pokemon that seemed to be in heated battle. The only thing that was on Lauren's mind was Trace Italienne and asking the locals for their tales and takes on the legendary bird. She had tried to whip out her PokeNAV but realized it was less than useless with the electricity surrounding the lands. Thankfully Lauren had purchased a Map of the region earlier and, with careful navigation, realized at the speed she was traveling at now she would be there within the hour. Pulling out a Salac berry from her side bag she tossed it in the air in front of her Mightyena. With a quick hop he snatched it midair and, after quickly downing it, raced off at breakneck speeds.
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From the corner of Sandy's eye she saw four blurs of pokemon. These are trainer's pokemon, Espirit relayed, sensing their presence. The forms became distinct as they moved closer. An shiny eevee, ninetales, lucario, and zoroark.
The pokemon made quick work of the jolteons, the four of them collapsing on the floor. The static in the air promptly subsided, but the lighning and thunder remained. As if a great pressure had been released, the sky began to pour rain, at first a drizzle, then with heavy, salty, raindrops. Brae seemed to regain some energy as the pelting rain rejuvenated his leaves, but he was still much too hurt to walk. Sandy would have to ball him for them to travel.
She noticed the zoroark from earlier. It had what seemed to be a bite mark on its arm, and clearly had trouble moving it. She remembered she still had a super potion left from her last loot.
Espirit's thoughts: A token of our gratitude
Yes, it's only proper, relayed Sandy.
She knew better than to apply the potion itself on the pokemon, and approached the mysterious trainer, who looked to be around her age. "Th-thank you for your help. Here, for your zoroark".
The super potion in her hand was the standard ubiqitious orange and white, applied by a spray, a mixture of epinephrine, novacaine, and proxypohene . Effective in battle, yet graver injuries required the expertise of a pokemon center.
The pokemon made quick work of the jolteons, the four of them collapsing on the floor. The static in the air promptly subsided, but the lighning and thunder remained. As if a great pressure had been released, the sky began to pour rain, at first a drizzle, then with heavy, salty, raindrops. Brae seemed to regain some energy as the pelting rain rejuvenated his leaves, but he was still much too hurt to walk. Sandy would have to ball him for them to travel.
She noticed the zoroark from earlier. It had what seemed to be a bite mark on its arm, and clearly had trouble moving it. She remembered she still had a super potion left from her last loot.
Espirit's thoughts: A token of our gratitude
Yes, it's only proper, relayed Sandy.
She knew better than to apply the potion itself on the pokemon, and approached the mysterious trainer, who looked to be around her age. "Th-thank you for your help. Here, for your zoroark".
The super potion in her hand was the standard ubiqitious orange and white, applied by a spray, a mixture of epinephrine, novacaine, and proxypohene . Effective in battle, yet graver injuries required the expertise of a pokemon center.
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Lauren pursed her lips tightly in disappointment. The trainer she had met wasn't a local as she had hoped but seemed to friendly enough and well traveled enough to give her some semblence of a direction to go towards. Hopefully that would be enough. The explorer scratched the back of her head sheepishly as she tried to think about what she was going to do next day. She had a seemingly pleasent enough trainer who would most likely help, or at least she hoped he would, in her exploration of the area. However before she could give it a second thought the clouds up above them rumbled and cried, signalling the start of an upcoming rainstorm; extensive years of travel gave Lauren quite a lot of experiance in discerning the weather, but of course with any new region she could be entirely wrong.
"Ehehehe... It's sounding a little rough, maybe we can continue this inside that hotel?" She proposed as she patted her Mightyena on the back. Turning to Jack's pokemon she gave a small smile. "Sorry guys but Aeolus needs to get goin, there just isn't much room for the big guy in any room we stay in." Reaching into an inside pocket of her jacket Lauren then pulled out a pokeball in it's compact form. With a press of the trademark button it suddenly expanded in size, growing nearly twice its original size. Pointing that same button towards Aeolus she said the trademark "Return." which triggered the callback feature of the magnificantly efficient energy converter that was the pokeball. Pocketing the now compacted ball she quickly pulled out another pokeball but with a fully white color scheme and red lining and flicked it into the air. A bright red energy erupted from the ball and aimed itself towards the ground. In mere instances a pink pokemon, a Clefable to be exact, was fully formed by the time Lauren had the ball already in her pocket. The Clefable was about to the height of Lauren's shoulders and wore a pendent identical to Lauren's on her neck; although the chain holding it was much longer to accomodate the Clefable's thicker neck.
"Don't worry though, Charme here can keep you company." She said to the small pokemon before turning towards Jack. "She's usually out of the ball but with how fast Aeolus and I were travelling she would just fly right off!" She laughed as the pink creature behind her puffed up its cheeks in embarassment and gave Lauren a quick smack to the back. "Ow ow! Okay okay. Soorrry."
"I'm pretty put out by my travels earlier so if it's not too much to ask, how about we go to bed and get together tomorrow? Theres a lot I've gotta ask you about this area." The raven haired explorer suggested as she absentmindedly played with one of Charme's ears.
"Ehehehe... It's sounding a little rough, maybe we can continue this inside that hotel?" She proposed as she patted her Mightyena on the back. Turning to Jack's pokemon she gave a small smile. "Sorry guys but Aeolus needs to get goin, there just isn't much room for the big guy in any room we stay in." Reaching into an inside pocket of her jacket Lauren then pulled out a pokeball in it's compact form. With a press of the trademark button it suddenly expanded in size, growing nearly twice its original size. Pointing that same button towards Aeolus she said the trademark "Return." which triggered the callback feature of the magnificantly efficient energy converter that was the pokeball. Pocketing the now compacted ball she quickly pulled out another pokeball but with a fully white color scheme and red lining and flicked it into the air. A bright red energy erupted from the ball and aimed itself towards the ground. In mere instances a pink pokemon, a Clefable to be exact, was fully formed by the time Lauren had the ball already in her pocket. The Clefable was about to the height of Lauren's shoulders and wore a pendent identical to Lauren's on her neck; although the chain holding it was much longer to accomodate the Clefable's thicker neck.
"Don't worry though, Charme here can keep you company." She said to the small pokemon before turning towards Jack. "She's usually out of the ball but with how fast Aeolus and I were travelling she would just fly right off!" She laughed as the pink creature behind her puffed up its cheeks in embarassment and gave Lauren a quick smack to the back. "Ow ow! Okay okay. Soorrry."
"I'm pretty put out by my travels earlier so if it's not too much to ask, how about we go to bed and get together tomorrow? Theres a lot I've gotta ask you about this area." The raven haired explorer suggested as she absentmindedly played with one of Charme's ears.
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Astraios sighed, Spade at his side, both gazing up towards the crescent moon. Or perhaps it was a rogue Lunatone, escaped from its usual methods of cavernous hibernation? "No, it couldn't be," he thought, continuing to gaze upward. His pathway was dark, a gloom-filled swamp, and he considered using Loki's waves to denote a path, but instead relied on Nocturne, his Seismitoad, to denote through sound his exit.
"Hyper Voice," he instructed, and Nocturne replied eagerly by screeching a croak loud enough to scare off a cloud of Murkrow, with one lone Honchkrow, away. Nocturne pointed ahead, but his eyes were focused on the Honchkrow, and he replied to his usual lax enthusiasm to toss a Dusk Ball towards it. After the successful capture, he continued his quest through the swamp, eventually thinking that he should go ahead and gain a few more Badges to prove himself an able Trainer.
"No, I should just keep this up," he thought, "But for what reason? Why am I just wandering around here aimlessly? What do I have left to do?"
"You've always got our help," Loki replied through telepathic communication, "In case you ever need it. We have been there through your life, and believe that you need help now, from a wiser entity."
"You're Loki," he said, "The Norse God of Mischief. Act more like it, would'ya?"
"Of course," it said, "But first...You need to act like yourself again. Not this wishy-washy thing you've become.."
"You're right. But I can't seem to quite figure out how, without the negative feelings.."
"Forget about the negativity. You felt great, remember? How you used to grin when you had the chance?"
"I...Alright...I'll work again. I just...I need a venue.."
He continued walking, a great sigh and sense of sorrow hovering over his body like a rain cloud of disappointment, dampening his spirits akin to something like that swamp. Although he couldn't quite figure out who he was, he continued on, his proud Pokemon at his side. His usual slump continued until the sun rose and he collapsed from pure exhaustion.
Spade, his Bisharp, attempted with his others, attempted to revive him, in vain, and he remained out for a good three days. Once he awoke, however, he was in a town, something small, akin to Pallet, his hometown. Though small, everyone milled about around him, something out of a film almost, but...just not quite right. They were all nurses of some sort, and he heard their feet scurrying across the floor as he rose from his hospital bed. Spade moved with him, as they shared a bond unlike any man and Pokemon, something...unheard of. Once he changed into his average clothes, he checked himself out and scurried about the town, looking for a good Pokemon battle or a Gym with which to test hi strength.
"Nothing. What a disappointment," he sighed, slouching over again.
"Not so fast," answered a voice. It was a plucky young Trainer, somewhat like a Youngster, who had a great amount of Normal-types. He decided first to choose Rattata, who was pitted against Nocturne. It struck out first with a Quick Attack, which was easily dodged by Nocturne, who countered with a Drain Punch, almost entirely dodged by the Rattata, who was clipped.
"Hyper Voice," he instructed, and Nocturne replied eagerly by screeching a croak loud enough to scare off a cloud of Murkrow, with one lone Honchkrow, away. Nocturne pointed ahead, but his eyes were focused on the Honchkrow, and he replied to his usual lax enthusiasm to toss a Dusk Ball towards it. After the successful capture, he continued his quest through the swamp, eventually thinking that he should go ahead and gain a few more Badges to prove himself an able Trainer.
"No, I should just keep this up," he thought, "But for what reason? Why am I just wandering around here aimlessly? What do I have left to do?"
"You've always got our help," Loki replied through telepathic communication, "In case you ever need it. We have been there through your life, and believe that you need help now, from a wiser entity."
"You're Loki," he said, "The Norse God of Mischief. Act more like it, would'ya?"
"Of course," it said, "But first...You need to act like yourself again. Not this wishy-washy thing you've become.."
"You're right. But I can't seem to quite figure out how, without the negative feelings.."
"Forget about the negativity. You felt great, remember? How you used to grin when you had the chance?"
"I...Alright...I'll work again. I just...I need a venue.."
He continued walking, a great sigh and sense of sorrow hovering over his body like a rain cloud of disappointment, dampening his spirits akin to something like that swamp. Although he couldn't quite figure out who he was, he continued on, his proud Pokemon at his side. His usual slump continued until the sun rose and he collapsed from pure exhaustion.
Spade, his Bisharp, attempted with his others, attempted to revive him, in vain, and he remained out for a good three days. Once he awoke, however, he was in a town, something small, akin to Pallet, his hometown. Though small, everyone milled about around him, something out of a film almost, but...just not quite right. They were all nurses of some sort, and he heard their feet scurrying across the floor as he rose from his hospital bed. Spade moved with him, as they shared a bond unlike any man and Pokemon, something...unheard of. Once he changed into his average clothes, he checked himself out and scurried about the town, looking for a good Pokemon battle or a Gym with which to test hi strength.
"Nothing. What a disappointment," he sighed, slouching over again.
"Not so fast," answered a voice. It was a plucky young Trainer, somewhat like a Youngster, who had a great amount of Normal-types. He decided first to choose Rattata, who was pitted against Nocturne. It struck out first with a Quick Attack, which was easily dodged by Nocturne, who countered with a Drain Punch, almost entirely dodged by the Rattata, who was clipped.
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"I'm Sorence. Thank you again for helping me. I'm going to fly there right now... whatever you do, don't stop for anyone who says they can help you. I can't explain why. Just don't." He hopped on to Scizor's back and began to fly off. He looked back towards the man that helped him. "Thanks for the help!"
Tekno nodded, not really getting a chance to introduce himself, shaking Sorene's hand back. As Sorence began to fly off, Tekno glanced over towards the Blaziken and moved to get back onto the bike, flipping his leg over it.
"Alright, this might be just a bit of a bumpy ride. Keep yourself close and hang on tight!" He warned, as he started it back up. The Tesseract roared to life, its engines coming online with no problems. Gunning it, the four-wheeled vehicle rolled right on out past the cavern and back onto the road with surprisingly little difficulty, the only bump being the two front and back wheels getting back over the sloping edge of the hill. Turning back onto the path, Tekno punched the throttle to speed off towards the town as quickly as he could...but making sure not to recklessly endanger him or the injured Pokemon he'd been entrusted with.
True to his estimation, though, approximately fifteen minutes later saw the young mechanist rolling up to the town's local hotel--which, coincidentally, was also the same location as the town's Pokemon Center. Bringing the bike to a stop outside, he quickly swung himself back over the vehicle, looking the Blaziken over for any signs of additional injury with a concerned expression on his face.
"I'm Sorence. Thank you again for helping me. I'm going to fly there right now... whatever you do, don't stop for anyone who says they can help you. I can't explain why. Just don't." He hopped on to Scizor's back and began to fly off. He looked back towards the man that helped him. "Thanks for the help!"
Tekno nodded, not really getting a chance to introduce himself, shaking Sorene's hand back. As Sorence began to fly off, Tekno glanced over towards the Blaziken and moved to get back onto the bike, flipping his leg over it.
"Alright, this might be just a bit of a bumpy ride. Keep yourself close and hang on tight!" He warned, as he started it back up. The Tesseract roared to life, its engines coming online with no problems. Gunning it, the four-wheeled vehicle rolled right on out past the cavern and back onto the road with surprisingly little difficulty, the only bump being the two front and back wheels getting back over the sloping edge of the hill. Turning back onto the path, Tekno punched the throttle to speed off towards the town as quickly as he could...but making sure not to recklessly endanger him or the injured Pokemon he'd been entrusted with.
True to his estimation, though, approximately fifteen minutes later saw the young mechanist rolling up to the town's local hotel--which, coincidentally, was also the same location as the town's Pokemon Center. Bringing the bike to a stop outside, he quickly swung himself back over the vehicle, looking the Blaziken over for any signs of additional injury with a concerned expression on his face.
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Sandy applied the super potion on Brae, brightening him up slightly, then recalled him to her pokeball, discarding the empty container. Nature would take care of that. If there was one good thing about the League, it was that they were pretty tough on enforcing environmentally friendly regulations. "Thank you..." she began, but the trainer had already turned away. She noticed he walked with his pokemon beside him, except the ninetales, which he recalled.
Sandy trailed a good distance behind him, Espirit following beside her. They passed the long walk in silence.
The dead ground gave way to areas of sparse grass. The rain began to thin, and as visibility returned to near-normal conditions the structure in front of them materialized into their field of vision. It was a massive wall, pockmarked with what seemed like the distinctive eroded and ancient attacks of pokemon. At least they weren't human. She struggled to dredge up the memory association.
Trace Italienne, Espirit offered.
Of course, she remembered. Five human generations ago, the Northern Colonization. The star-shaped fortress, built the old-fashioned way, on ground level, with foremen triangulating the distances, aerial surveys impossible. Demolished twice during the Tamings then built up again, each time vaster than before.
Those times were past though, and the green grass was testament to that. The population no longer resided within the walls, and freely tilled the outside, turning it into farmland.There were no trees, understandably. A herd of mareep was visible in the distance, a small shape darting to and fro across it. Probably a linoone, or if it was further out, an arcanine. Inside was converted into a training complex for academy graduates. There would be places to shelter in there, as well as multiple PokeCenters.
Sandy cocked her head and looked at the trainer before her, his pokemon walking beside him. He doesn't seem like a League trainer, Sandy thought, they're trained to keep their pokemon stowed. Or would this be a ploy? It wouldn't make sense, he'd have been able to overpower me when my pokemon was weak. And he didn't even bother to check my identity! The League offered substantial rewards for the capture of Academy deserters. She had such a bounty on her head.
Or perhaps... she thought, Team Omega? Could it be? For no other reason would a trainer be heading towards Trace Italienne. It wasn't exactly a tourist spot, and such a site could only interest those in enmity with the League.
Do you wish me to verify? Espirit interjected. It was not very polite to psychically enter ones mind without permission, and it would be readily apparent to someone who was adept with pokemon that they minds were being read.
Sandy mulled over it. It wouldn't do good for him to find out that she knew what he was up to right now, and she wouldn't be able to last against him with one less pokemon in a weakened state. Better to keep it this way. Yet, if he was League, he'd be leading her right into their nest with no way out. She'd take her chances with the former.
Yes, but be discreet.
Espirit's red gem pulsed ever so slightly, and subsided quickly.
Strange. I'm unable to read his thoughts. Suffice to say, his psyche is different from most humans'. However I detect no intention to harm.
So she would need to find out on her own then, some way or another...
They neared the walls of the Fort. Sandy put on her cap and scarf, and tried to look as normal as possible. A lot had changed in five years. Longer hair then, and Espirit was merely an eevee. They wouldn't have had more recent datum on her since then, for she kept out of the most populated cities. She would be violating that rule now, following this boy in front of her, on some vague irrational hope he'd be what she'd need.
Sandy trailed a good distance behind him, Espirit following beside her. They passed the long walk in silence.
The dead ground gave way to areas of sparse grass. The rain began to thin, and as visibility returned to near-normal conditions the structure in front of them materialized into their field of vision. It was a massive wall, pockmarked with what seemed like the distinctive eroded and ancient attacks of pokemon. At least they weren't human. She struggled to dredge up the memory association.
Trace Italienne, Espirit offered.
Of course, she remembered. Five human generations ago, the Northern Colonization. The star-shaped fortress, built the old-fashioned way, on ground level, with foremen triangulating the distances, aerial surveys impossible. Demolished twice during the Tamings then built up again, each time vaster than before.
Those times were past though, and the green grass was testament to that. The population no longer resided within the walls, and freely tilled the outside, turning it into farmland.There were no trees, understandably. A herd of mareep was visible in the distance, a small shape darting to and fro across it. Probably a linoone, or if it was further out, an arcanine. Inside was converted into a training complex for academy graduates. There would be places to shelter in there, as well as multiple PokeCenters.
Sandy cocked her head and looked at the trainer before her, his pokemon walking beside him. He doesn't seem like a League trainer, Sandy thought, they're trained to keep their pokemon stowed. Or would this be a ploy? It wouldn't make sense, he'd have been able to overpower me when my pokemon was weak. And he didn't even bother to check my identity! The League offered substantial rewards for the capture of Academy deserters. She had such a bounty on her head.
Or perhaps... she thought, Team Omega? Could it be? For no other reason would a trainer be heading towards Trace Italienne. It wasn't exactly a tourist spot, and such a site could only interest those in enmity with the League.
Do you wish me to verify? Espirit interjected. It was not very polite to psychically enter ones mind without permission, and it would be readily apparent to someone who was adept with pokemon that they minds were being read.
Sandy mulled over it. It wouldn't do good for him to find out that she knew what he was up to right now, and she wouldn't be able to last against him with one less pokemon in a weakened state. Better to keep it this way. Yet, if he was League, he'd be leading her right into their nest with no way out. She'd take her chances with the former.
Yes, but be discreet.
Espirit's red gem pulsed ever so slightly, and subsided quickly.
Strange. I'm unable to read his thoughts. Suffice to say, his psyche is different from most humans'. However I detect no intention to harm.
So she would need to find out on her own then, some way or another...
They neared the walls of the Fort. Sandy put on her cap and scarf, and tried to look as normal as possible. A lot had changed in five years. Longer hair then, and Espirit was merely an eevee. They wouldn't have had more recent datum on her since then, for she kept out of the most populated cities. She would be violating that rule now, following this boy in front of her, on some vague irrational hope he'd be what she'd need.
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"Hey, sir, do you need any help?"
Tekno nearly jumped seven feet into the air when he heard the voice. He hadn't been expecting anybody to be so close to him, and he hadn't known anybody else was anywhere nearby. Bringing a hand up to his chest, he took a breath as he gazed over at the young girl. On the one hand, he recalled Sorence specifically telling him not to talk anybody else, but at the same time the girl did not appear to present any sort of threat...
The young man hesitated, but the situation resolved itself when Sorence appeared within the next second.
"Alright, can both of you help me carry him into the Pokemon Center? He is a little heavy." He went over to it's legs, because he knew that was the most fragile area. "It will be alright. We are going to get you help."
Well, he certainly didn't mince words or waste any time. Tekno threw the young woman a smile and a nod, not bothering to say anything. Besides, if Sorence was willing to trust her, when he didn't seem to be very trusting of anybody else, then Tekno figured it was okay. Then again, he recalled he had been trusted, but that was under duress, and it was likely Sorence was treating her the same--
Tekno shook his head. He was overthinking things again. Moving to place his hands lightly on Blaziken's upper left to help support him and lift him off of the Tesseract...
Tekno nearly jumped seven feet into the air when he heard the voice. He hadn't been expecting anybody to be so close to him, and he hadn't known anybody else was anywhere nearby. Bringing a hand up to his chest, he took a breath as he gazed over at the young girl. On the one hand, he recalled Sorence specifically telling him not to talk anybody else, but at the same time the girl did not appear to present any sort of threat...
The young man hesitated, but the situation resolved itself when Sorence appeared within the next second.
"Alright, can both of you help me carry him into the Pokemon Center? He is a little heavy." He went over to it's legs, because he knew that was the most fragile area. "It will be alright. We are going to get you help."
Well, he certainly didn't mince words or waste any time. Tekno threw the young woman a smile and a nod, not bothering to say anything. Besides, if Sorence was willing to trust her, when he didn't seem to be very trusting of anybody else, then Tekno figured it was okay. Then again, he recalled he had been trusted, but that was under duress, and it was likely Sorence was treating her the same--
Tekno shook his head. He was overthinking things again. Moving to place his hands lightly on Blaziken's upper left to help support him and lift him off of the Tesseract...
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The rattata fell, knocked out without even another thought, and the Youngster ran away, obviously in some sort of a state of shock; that his "unbeatable" Rattata was defeated. Astraios yawned, recalling Nocturne into its Ball, and moving forward again through the village. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a Trainer who seemed reasonably powerful heading outside, and his instincts began to show themselves once again. This time, he heard once again, the voice of Loki in his mind.
"Are you going to follow him? Seems as if he's on a quest for something important..."
"I know, it seems so. I'll go ahead, see what I can gain from that encounter. It shouldn't be too bad for this."
He marched off in the same direction, noticing a rather large enclosure, something which seemed like a Battle Tower or something of the sort, perhaps a Pokemon Musical or a Contest? Spade looked forward and dashed along, motioning for Astraios to come, which he did with a sort of reluctance and excitement at once. The path, a dusty dirt trail, wound around a large hill, at the top being this hall of some kind.
"Are you going to follow him? Seems as if he's on a quest for something important..."
"I know, it seems so. I'll go ahead, see what I can gain from that encounter. It shouldn't be too bad for this."
He marched off in the same direction, noticing a rather large enclosure, something which seemed like a Battle Tower or something of the sort, perhaps a Pokemon Musical or a Contest? Spade looked forward and dashed along, motioning for Astraios to come, which he did with a sort of reluctance and excitement at once. The path, a dusty dirt trail, wound around a large hill, at the top being this hall of some kind.
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As the fortress that once had been a mere speck on the horizon grew closer, Yosuke found his fury calmed. At first, he had been extremely frustrated with this trainer for endangering her Pokémon like that. But with the time he'd had to mull over the situation, he realized that she had seemed to be protecting her Pokémon, not just herself. She must have had reasoning for endangering herself so. Nonetheless, he remained silent and unwelcoming as the female trainer trailed him. Every so often, Myrrh would steal a glance back at the Espeon, tilting his head in thought, before returning his attention to his front. Alucard, however, remained oriented upon his path.
After a time, the rain began to clear, and eventually cease. As it did, the boy once again released Kalen, the fox glad to be free of its prison-like keeping. He had raised all of his Pokémon freely, rarely ever needing to recall them to their capsules aside from circumstances as such. Due to this fact, he and his team received many looks of wonder and worry throughout all of the towns that they had passed through. Due to this fact, he had in the past experienced many unpleasant run-ins with the League. He despised their manipulative reign, but on that same note found the actions of Team Omega ridiculous, and undesirably so. He preferred the free life, as did his Pokémon; after all, it was one of the only reasons they were constantly traveling.
The walls and structure of the hulking fortress fell into definition the closer they got. As they reached its massive gates, Yosuke felt something... A peculiar and intrusive something, somewhat like a tiny needle to his brain, trying to extract its liquid information. He instantly shut the feeling out, shooting a cold glance over his shoulder back at the girl and her Psychic Pokémon. He knew it had been them; who else would it have been? What they were after was a mystery to him, but logic standing, it was probably to do with his intentions. His eyebrows furrowed in agitation; he knew their reasons were most likely justifiable, but that did not excuse them from attempting to infiltrate his mind.
Passing under the massive stone archway to the decrepit fort, it was apparent that few ever frequented this place. The architecture itself was remarkable and beautiful, but what it stood for disgusted Yosuke. At one of the far corners, the boy spotted a Pokémon Center. It didn't look like it had received any business in a while, but regardless of that fact it should still have been open. He strode silently over to the building, opening its front doors and ushering his Pokémon in to the building. As the girl caught up, he entered, letting the door close before she could pass through it. He walked up to the counter, moderately relieved to see a conscious nurse tiredly waiting for patients. She seemed to perk up as they approached, smiling sickeningly sweetly.
He looked at the woman blankly and spoke, his sentence lasting but one syllable. "Here." With that, he handed her the Pokéball that his injured Zoroark resided in.
After a time, the rain began to clear, and eventually cease. As it did, the boy once again released Kalen, the fox glad to be free of its prison-like keeping. He had raised all of his Pokémon freely, rarely ever needing to recall them to their capsules aside from circumstances as such. Due to this fact, he and his team received many looks of wonder and worry throughout all of the towns that they had passed through. Due to this fact, he had in the past experienced many unpleasant run-ins with the League. He despised their manipulative reign, but on that same note found the actions of Team Omega ridiculous, and undesirably so. He preferred the free life, as did his Pokémon; after all, it was one of the only reasons they were constantly traveling.
The walls and structure of the hulking fortress fell into definition the closer they got. As they reached its massive gates, Yosuke felt something... A peculiar and intrusive something, somewhat like a tiny needle to his brain, trying to extract its liquid information. He instantly shut the feeling out, shooting a cold glance over his shoulder back at the girl and her Psychic Pokémon. He knew it had been them; who else would it have been? What they were after was a mystery to him, but logic standing, it was probably to do with his intentions. His eyebrows furrowed in agitation; he knew their reasons were most likely justifiable, but that did not excuse them from attempting to infiltrate his mind.
Passing under the massive stone archway to the decrepit fort, it was apparent that few ever frequented this place. The architecture itself was remarkable and beautiful, but what it stood for disgusted Yosuke. At one of the far corners, the boy spotted a Pokémon Center. It didn't look like it had received any business in a while, but regardless of that fact it should still have been open. He strode silently over to the building, opening its front doors and ushering his Pokémon in to the building. As the girl caught up, he entered, letting the door close before she could pass through it. He walked up to the counter, moderately relieved to see a conscious nurse tiredly waiting for patients. She seemed to perk up as they approached, smiling sickeningly sweetly.
He looked at the woman blankly and spoke, his sentence lasting but one syllable. "Here." With that, he handed her the Pokéball that his injured Zoroark resided in.
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At the mention of battle, Sabre, who was now situated closer to the man with the Blaziken than any of the others, began to bark and bound back and forth in excited agreement. Those who had not seen the Flareon near them should now be alerted to the hotheaded pokemon's presence. It was clear the Flareon was eager for a battle and began to switch gazes back and forth between the trainer who offered the challenge and Jack who was back at the counter.
Jack was beginning to wonder what had riled Sabre in such an excited frenzy and was about to investigate himself, but he was answered by the man's invitation of, "Hey, anyone want to join us in a battle!?" Then it clicked in Jack's head, Sabre wanted to particpated... "Of course you do," He muttered, scratching his chin. Sabre was a proud and active pokemon, always looking to impress and to please. Jack turned his attention to Lauren, "Uh... Sorry about that," He pointed at the Xtransceiver, "But it looks like Sabre wants to have a battle... He's going to get into trouble if he keeps throwing himself at people like that," He said to no one in particular as he walked towards Sabre, who was still yipping at him. As if the Pokemon wanted it's trainer to hurry up.
Lightning stayed where he was with Lauren with the Xtransceiver in his paws. The Raichu let it's trainer go, understanding the red-blooded streak in Sabre. Of course, the Raichu kept an ear open in case he was needed by either of them. Even if his trainer was scatterbrained and his Flareon friend was hard-headed, they were still a team.
By now, Jack knelt by his Flareon, patting the excited Pokemon's head... "You wanted a battle? Sabre seemed to be interested," The Flareon barked again, "Very interested," Jack added. "Oh yeah, my name is Jack," He introduced, "and this is Sabre," Again, the Flareon barked, though this was a pleasant, softer bark.
"So, how are we going to do this? One on One," The Flareon began to nuzzle at the touch of Jack's hand, "Two on two, what?" He asked.
Jack was beginning to wonder what had riled Sabre in such an excited frenzy and was about to investigate himself, but he was answered by the man's invitation of, "Hey, anyone want to join us in a battle!?" Then it clicked in Jack's head, Sabre wanted to particpated... "Of course you do," He muttered, scratching his chin. Sabre was a proud and active pokemon, always looking to impress and to please. Jack turned his attention to Lauren, "Uh... Sorry about that," He pointed at the Xtransceiver, "But it looks like Sabre wants to have a battle... He's going to get into trouble if he keeps throwing himself at people like that," He said to no one in particular as he walked towards Sabre, who was still yipping at him. As if the Pokemon wanted it's trainer to hurry up.
Lightning stayed where he was with Lauren with the Xtransceiver in his paws. The Raichu let it's trainer go, understanding the red-blooded streak in Sabre. Of course, the Raichu kept an ear open in case he was needed by either of them. Even if his trainer was scatterbrained and his Flareon friend was hard-headed, they were still a team.
By now, Jack knelt by his Flareon, patting the excited Pokemon's head... "You wanted a battle? Sabre seemed to be interested," The Flareon barked again, "Very interested," Jack added. "Oh yeah, my name is Jack," He introduced, "and this is Sabre," Again, the Flareon barked, though this was a pleasant, softer bark.
"So, how are we going to do this? One on One," The Flareon began to nuzzle at the touch of Jack's hand, "Two on two, what?" He asked.
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As Tekno smiled lightly over at the those putting plans down for battle. As he crossed over towards one of the couches to take a seat, the young male was surprised when one of the PokeBalls in his pocket felt itself enlarge and wobble around in his pocket. Unzipping it, and pulling it out, he barely got it out of his pocket when the ball burst open of its own accord.
A Eevee materialized at his feet. However, there seemed to be something just a bit off about it. It seemed to be a normal Eevee--it was a small, brown and furry Pokemon with a bushy tail with a cream-colored tip, and a furry collar that was also the same color...however, if one got a look at its eyes, one would see that instead of a sparkling brown they would only see a creamy pale bluish-white. Also, its left hind leg had obviously been mangled by something powerful--as if something had crushed it. The Eevee thus hobbled around with a limp, and it glanced over at Tekno with a sniff.
"Vui!" It chirped, smiling up at Tekno with a bright expression.
"Eva!" Tekno stated, somewhat surprised. "What are you doing out of your ball, sweetheart? It's not--" He paused. No, they were in a Pokemon center. It should be safe enough, he figured. He couldn't help but smile, however, as the tiny Pokemon pawed at his leg, nuzzling against it. "...Oh, alright. C'mere." Chuckling, and bending down to pick her up, he held her in a hug. Eva gave out an audible purr, nuzzling against his chest. With that, Tekno headed over towards the couch again, actually sitting down and settling with his Pokemon in his arms, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. In response, the Eevee glanced up and began lapping at his cheek lightly.
As Tekno smiled lightly over at the those putting plans down for battle. As he crossed over towards one of the couches to take a seat, the young male was surprised when one of the PokeBalls in his pocket felt itself enlarge and wobble around in his pocket. Unzipping it, and pulling it out, he barely got it out of his pocket when the ball burst open of its own accord.
A Eevee materialized at his feet. However, there seemed to be something just a bit off about it. It seemed to be a normal Eevee--it was a small, brown and furry Pokemon with a bushy tail with a cream-colored tip, and a furry collar that was also the same color...however, if one got a look at its eyes, one would see that instead of a sparkling brown they would only see a creamy pale bluish-white. Also, its left hind leg had obviously been mangled by something powerful--as if something had crushed it. The Eevee thus hobbled around with a limp, and it glanced over at Tekno with a sniff.
"Vui!" It chirped, smiling up at Tekno with a bright expression.
"Eva!" Tekno stated, somewhat surprised. "What are you doing out of your ball, sweetheart? It's not--" He paused. No, they were in a Pokemon center. It should be safe enough, he figured. He couldn't help but smile, however, as the tiny Pokemon pawed at his leg, nuzzling against it. "...Oh, alright. C'mere." Chuckling, and bending down to pick her up, he held her in a hug. Eva gave out an audible purr, nuzzling against his chest. With that, Tekno headed over towards the couch again, actually sitting down and settling with his Pokemon in his arms, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. In response, the Eevee glanced up and began lapping at his cheek lightly.
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The lone elekid straddled the trough of a thin gully, treading the edges. Above him, on the flat plains, were a herd of lairon. The aggron leader was point, leading its herd in a triangular formation. The aron would be in the middle, protected by the lairon, the females on the inner flanks. That much the elekid knew. He would be safe in the gully, for so long as he lay low, for the lairons' line of sights, although wide, had no depth perception, astheir eyes were located on both sides of their head, punctuated in between with a tough steel exoskeleton. It also was their blind spot. They would not spot a minuscule depression in the ground from such a distance. The aggron was a problem however, with its height, telescopic vision and absence of the blind spot.
And it was leading the herd closer to the gully.
The nearest electabuzz tribe was multiple days away. Inside his plug-like protrusions was vital information to be delivered to the next tribe. It made for extremely efficient data transfer, but only over short distances, in the absence of a conductor. The young elekid was in the middle of such a journey. He was the metaphorical conductor that connected tribes together.
Unlike the lairons, which moved in huge armored herd formations, the electabuzzes were a nomadic, spread out pokemon. They had no tough steel exoskeleton, but they had the advantage of instantaneous communication. Scents, sensations, quaint electric histories, and strategic information all passed between their protrusions in selfsame dossier palettes. This was what the elekid was carrying. On his stubby protrusions, the charge sizzled, kept in storage.
If he would survive this, he would grow up to be an electabuzz...or maybe even an electrivire. Messengers like him carried promising futures ahead of them, and were held in high esteem in their communities, for ones so young. They also had the highest casualty rates. But right now, no matter how the insistent the pressing of his duty was, all he felt was fear. Absolute, all encompassing primal fear, the kind that interfered like an insulator over his thoughts.
He went over the messenger creed, to calm his insistent fear...Neither rain nor storm, nor skies as dark as night...
His mind was focused on the vague outline of a legend, carried down tribal generations from corner to corner of the great plains. It was a majestic bird. In the beginning there was nothing, and then, as if lifted from a dark well, it had given them the power of electricity. Boundless information. And with this information came the mythos of its origin, and by this power it had spread.
No one had ever seen the bird of Electhor since, but it was said that the storms were manifestations of its power.
So focused was the elekid on his inner mantra that he didn't realize it a storm was brewing. Immediately he lowered his charges to safeguard them from the highly conductive atmosphere that would follow.
A single shrill shriek pierced the sky as the elekid shivered. He could barely move. The accumulated memories of generations of electabuzzes all conglomerated into a single moment of truth--the legend was here. A streak of blinding electricity arced across the sky, and in the space of a few moments, rumbling thunder followed.
And then silence. The lairon herd was decimated. Slaughtered. Some of those sounds that he thought were thunder...must be the cries of dying lairons.
The legend bird Zapdos flew overhead, as if to survey the carnage. It never saw the small elekid, but continued in its path. Direct, and unyielding, the face of destruction.
The elekid's circuits crackled, unable to contain them any longer. If an elekid could cry, this was what it would look like. This was not the bird the stories told of. It would never use such violence. It would merely have to appear to the lairon, and they would cower in fear, such was the ever pervading myth of the legend bird. But what he saw was pure wrath--never in the generations of tribes had such a thing happened.
If it was any different, he would've been thankful, but not like this...
Two words began cycling through the elekid's head.
"Electhor...mad? Elector...mad..."
It began to rain. Zapdos flew above the cloud cover it created, it's mind not entirely its own. From within, a persistent force penetrated. No longer was the sky the boundless inverted sphere its kind inhabited, but a persistent pressing weight.
And only for a moment did that force lift, as it opened Zapdos' eyes to the horror he had wrought. For only after such things would a such moment of reprieve come. The bird screamed in realization and agony.
And it was leading the herd closer to the gully.
The nearest electabuzz tribe was multiple days away. Inside his plug-like protrusions was vital information to be delivered to the next tribe. It made for extremely efficient data transfer, but only over short distances, in the absence of a conductor. The young elekid was in the middle of such a journey. He was the metaphorical conductor that connected tribes together.
Unlike the lairons, which moved in huge armored herd formations, the electabuzzes were a nomadic, spread out pokemon. They had no tough steel exoskeleton, but they had the advantage of instantaneous communication. Scents, sensations, quaint electric histories, and strategic information all passed between their protrusions in selfsame dossier palettes. This was what the elekid was carrying. On his stubby protrusions, the charge sizzled, kept in storage.
If he would survive this, he would grow up to be an electabuzz...or maybe even an electrivire. Messengers like him carried promising futures ahead of them, and were held in high esteem in their communities, for ones so young. They also had the highest casualty rates. But right now, no matter how the insistent the pressing of his duty was, all he felt was fear. Absolute, all encompassing primal fear, the kind that interfered like an insulator over his thoughts.
He went over the messenger creed, to calm his insistent fear...Neither rain nor storm, nor skies as dark as night...
His mind was focused on the vague outline of a legend, carried down tribal generations from corner to corner of the great plains. It was a majestic bird. In the beginning there was nothing, and then, as if lifted from a dark well, it had given them the power of electricity. Boundless information. And with this information came the mythos of its origin, and by this power it had spread.
No one had ever seen the bird of Electhor since, but it was said that the storms were manifestations of its power.
So focused was the elekid on his inner mantra that he didn't realize it a storm was brewing. Immediately he lowered his charges to safeguard them from the highly conductive atmosphere that would follow.
A single shrill shriek pierced the sky as the elekid shivered. He could barely move. The accumulated memories of generations of electabuzzes all conglomerated into a single moment of truth--the legend was here. A streak of blinding electricity arced across the sky, and in the space of a few moments, rumbling thunder followed.
And then silence. The lairon herd was decimated. Slaughtered. Some of those sounds that he thought were thunder...must be the cries of dying lairons.
The legend bird Zapdos flew overhead, as if to survey the carnage. It never saw the small elekid, but continued in its path. Direct, and unyielding, the face of destruction.
The elekid's circuits crackled, unable to contain them any longer. If an elekid could cry, this was what it would look like. This was not the bird the stories told of. It would never use such violence. It would merely have to appear to the lairon, and they would cower in fear, such was the ever pervading myth of the legend bird. But what he saw was pure wrath--never in the generations of tribes had such a thing happened.
If it was any different, he would've been thankful, but not like this...
Two words began cycling through the elekid's head.
"Electhor...mad? Elector...mad..."
It began to rain. Zapdos flew above the cloud cover it created, it's mind not entirely its own. From within, a persistent force penetrated. No longer was the sky the boundless inverted sphere its kind inhabited, but a persistent pressing weight.
And only for a moment did that force lift, as it opened Zapdos' eyes to the horror he had wrought. For only after such things would a such moment of reprieve come. The bird screamed in realization and agony.
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Tekno himself watched as everybody headed outside to begin their four-way battle, except for those who didn't. Shrugging, and stroking Eva's fur, the young man nuzzled her fur lightly before he noticed his device's phone function was beginning to vibrate, indicating he was getting a call. Flipping it open and pulling it to his head, he accepted it.
"Lahjik here. Go ahead."
"Lahjik, report. What did you find?"
"I found a trainer out in the woods. Looks like he'd had a run in with a group of Lairon and Aggron. His Blaziken had a broken leg, so I escorted him to the local Pokemon Center and the hotel. I'm there now. Bunch of other trainers are here, too."
"Understood. Any of them with the 'Megs?"
"Not from what I've seen." Tekno stated. "All unaffiliated, though I'll keep an eye out. I should be reporting back soon."
"Negative." The voice came to him over the Gear's phone. "We're getting a spike in atmospheric conditions, and detecting an anomaly in the general area."
"Thunderbird?" Tekno mused, utilizing the code name his team had agreed on for the plausible source of the disturbances. This hadn't been the first time there had been a spike in storm activity.
"Probable, but unknown. For now, best to remain where you are." The voice stated. "We'll contact you if we get any update."
"Acknowledged, same here." Tekno nodded, even though he knew the connection was voice only. "Lahjik out." With that, he terminated the connection before sitting back and stroking Eva's fur while she curled up in his lap, eyes closed. "...Well, baby, looks like we're staying indoors for the time being."
"Lahjik here. Go ahead."
"Lahjik, report. What did you find?"
"I found a trainer out in the woods. Looks like he'd had a run in with a group of Lairon and Aggron. His Blaziken had a broken leg, so I escorted him to the local Pokemon Center and the hotel. I'm there now. Bunch of other trainers are here, too."
"Understood. Any of them with the 'Megs?"
"Not from what I've seen." Tekno stated. "All unaffiliated, though I'll keep an eye out. I should be reporting back soon."
"Negative." The voice came to him over the Gear's phone. "We're getting a spike in atmospheric conditions, and detecting an anomaly in the general area."
"Thunderbird?" Tekno mused, utilizing the code name his team had agreed on for the plausible source of the disturbances. This hadn't been the first time there had been a spike in storm activity.
"Probable, but unknown. For now, best to remain where you are." The voice stated. "We'll contact you if we get any update."
"Acknowledged, same here." Tekno nodded, even though he knew the connection was voice only. "Lahjik out." With that, he terminated the connection before sitting back and stroking Eva's fur while she curled up in his lap, eyes closed. "...Well, baby, looks like we're staying indoors for the time being."
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The nurse happily took the offered Pokéball from him, not seeming to mind his rude behaviour. As she bustled away to deal with her newest patient, the boy sat down. From the opposite side of the room, Yosuke could see the female trainer relaxing. She seemed very close to her Espion; probably as close to her as he was with Myrrh. Perhaps there was more to her than he had first perceived... The tiny white Pokémon jumped up into his lap and nuzzled his hand before curling up in a ball and resting there cozily. Kalen and Alucard, both stationed on either side of him, sat patiently [the fox's tails flicking every so often] as they waited for their companions return. It was not for another good while that anything happened within that Pokémon Center. The few trainers that had briefly been in there beforehand had left, and since then not another had entered; only he and the girl remained. He didn't even know her name, but he didn't really care. Human relations were not known to be his strong suit. So as opposed to unnecessarily disturbing her, he instead surveyed the dusty and decrepit room, taking in its features.
After about a half-hour of regenerative process, the nurse returned, Pokéball in hand. As she approached the boy to return it to him, a faint electronic ping was heard, the encapsulated Zoroark springing forth from its confines, causing the girl to gasp and drop the now-empty ball, which hit the ground with a soft metallic clang. The Pokémon shook a little to rustle its fur and stalked over to join his comrades, seemingly muttering something. Yosuke rose and strode over to the ball, picking it up as the nurse collected herself. He uttered a thanks to her, before pocketing the ball and turning away. He shot a glance to the female trainer that had followed him in; she seemed to be asleep. He shrugged, and made his way towards the exit.
Right outside of the building were a few trainers, gripped in the heat of battle. He looked at them in utter disdain, turning and walking off in the other direction.
After about a half-hour of regenerative process, the nurse returned, Pokéball in hand. As she approached the boy to return it to him, a faint electronic ping was heard, the encapsulated Zoroark springing forth from its confines, causing the girl to gasp and drop the now-empty ball, which hit the ground with a soft metallic clang. The Pokémon shook a little to rustle its fur and stalked over to join his comrades, seemingly muttering something. Yosuke rose and strode over to the ball, picking it up as the nurse collected herself. He uttered a thanks to her, before pocketing the ball and turning away. He shot a glance to the female trainer that had followed him in; she seemed to be asleep. He shrugged, and made his way towards the exit.
Right outside of the building were a few trainers, gripped in the heat of battle. He looked at them in utter disdain, turning and walking off in the other direction.
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Sandy dreamed ashen dreams, of Fallarbor, breathing recycled air through particle filters. The tall dusty grass with their sharp upright stems adapted to the heavy ash where she met Skree, with Espirit, eevee, her only pokemon then. The metal-clad bird stood as she remembered it, a dull greyish coat over the metallic sheen underneath. Espirit had whittled down and both their staminas were shot, panting, movements slowed down, covered in the hazy mist of recollection that accompanied such memories.
She reached into her belt and took out a pokeball, her last two left. It was vivid in her mind, a small nick near the button which joined the two halves. She threw it at the skarmory. It missed.
She threw the other pokeball. It missed also.
Something went wrong, and in that universe, Sandy would never meet Skree, as the skarmory swiped Espirit with a metal wing, still lethal, as the eevee collapsed on the ground, unmoving, blood pooling around it.
The sky went black with thunder and lightning. Rain poured down, as the skarmory turned towards her, ready to attack.
Aeirelle! Aeirelle! Wake up!
Espirit's voice was insistent in her mind. She stood up at once at the familiar voice. Espirit was already on the ground, on all fours, at the ready. The sky was still sunny, and for all intents it was a picture of calm. The last of the battles had died down, all except for two trainers, a seismitoad and a zangoose still circling each other warily, looking quite exhausted.
The sky was devoid of pokemon however, and Sandy knew it was not the normal lull that followed before a storm.
True to the vision, the sky grew black as night. Thunder and lightning poured down. A bird appeared in the distance, sheathed in a dazzling array of electricity. Espirit's fur bristled and she hissed subvocally.
Something is wrong, she relayed. There is something other than Zapdos in here.
She reached into her belt and took out a pokeball, her last two left. It was vivid in her mind, a small nick near the button which joined the two halves. She threw it at the skarmory. It missed.
She threw the other pokeball. It missed also.
Something went wrong, and in that universe, Sandy would never meet Skree, as the skarmory swiped Espirit with a metal wing, still lethal, as the eevee collapsed on the ground, unmoving, blood pooling around it.
The sky went black with thunder and lightning. Rain poured down, as the skarmory turned towards her, ready to attack.
Aeirelle! Aeirelle! Wake up!
Espirit's voice was insistent in her mind. She stood up at once at the familiar voice. Espirit was already on the ground, on all fours, at the ready. The sky was still sunny, and for all intents it was a picture of calm. The last of the battles had died down, all except for two trainers, a seismitoad and a zangoose still circling each other warily, looking quite exhausted.
The sky was devoid of pokemon however, and Sandy knew it was not the normal lull that followed before a storm.
True to the vision, the sky grew black as night. Thunder and lightning poured down. A bird appeared in the distance, sheathed in a dazzling array of electricity. Espirit's fur bristled and she hissed subvocally.
Something is wrong, she relayed. There is something other than Zapdos in here.
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