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Resuming Quest for Defog; Quest Complete! Anyone can mod!
Topic Started: Jun 25 2009, 06:48 PM (689 Views)
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.3

Current Location: Muskeg Swamp - Puddlelands 2 (Traveling with Aris on his wonderful flying boat)
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 21/25
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108

Well. Im glad for the company. Floyd growled pleasantly once Helsing had clued him on the fishs decision.

Clutching the arm full of fur to his chest, the alien staggered to his feet, tail whipping to the side to balance his wobbling footing aboard the wind buffeted boat. He took a long calculated breath and looked back to Aris. The human had finished making adjustments to his sails and over the pointed bow he could see the hazy black swath of wetland for which he was destined. He jerked his shielded skull unnecessarily toward the tangle of trees creeping closer, for how could the vessels captain not know land when he saw it.

Looks like were about to go our separate ways, Sergeant. He said somewhat gruffly. Clearing his throat to cover the awkward moment he nodded to the fish on the deck. Thanks, not just for the ride either.

He stalked over to the Kadabra and clapped the creature on the back and handed him the little snarling Eevee. Leaning over the rail a ways nausea swept over him. It wasnt the height so much as it was the smell of damp and rot that rode the wind up from the marsh below and carried with it his worst fear. Floyd was not comfortable with the supernatural. Hed known for along time that the water god his Godfather visited with him in his youth were really just glorified flesh and blood, no matter how ancient, and that they could still die. Death didnt bother him much either, it was inevitable. What lay in wait in the velvety folds of the astral were what made his guts squirm.

Somewhere in this marsh, something worse than the slashing claws of a Griffon, more terrible than the blistering flames of a gatekeepers wrath, and a thousand times worse than meeting death between the teeth of loch monster, lurked. An essence that defied death was what he expected, and he knew damn well you couldnt kill what had already laid in the ground and rotted to pulp. The General whirled around, away from the harmless view of the quiet marshland sweeping soundless below the boat. He gulped in mouth fulls of air, looking more like a beached fish than the Carvanha that gaped at him. The deck was what he stared at and finally he ripped his gaze away from the metal floor panels of the drifting fishing boat, and he locked fang with eyes with Aris.

It was time.

He plucked two pokeballs from his belt, and without asking his comprads, withdrew them to the devices and locked the speres back to his belt. E checked his weapons and pack, making sure they were secure and fished a souvenir from his trip with the hiker Valentine from his belt. A simple harness, rope and belay. He shimmied into the seat like harness and found a secure point on the railings post and beefed up the tie down by weaving the rope once over a tie down on the deck. Then, straddling the railing he looked to Aris and nodded once and then caught fishs eye.

Alright fish. If you still wanna come, Im jumping. Grab ahold of my pack and hang on! He waited for the fish to make up its mind and adjusted the rope so that the belay would control his fall and hooked the carabiner to his harness. He grinned at his Sergeant and whooped madly as he dropped back off the railing in free fall twenty feet before the belay caught, skidded, and finally gripped tenuously between the aliens gloved claws.

Hope ya find what youre lookin for in Deepwood, Aris! He called out over the wind whipping around him as he span to the ground. People dont change! And of course Aris knew this. He of all people knew this.

Floyds feet hit the water logged ground and the still drifting boat dragged him along as he dug his heels into the muck like he was water skiing bare foot. He freed the rope of the belay and gave it a jerk. The cord ripped out of his hand and lashed high into the air and the boat pulled its length over the rope tie down on the boat where itd been looped. The rope zipped and smoked and the end found the tie and was snatched away in the wind, leaving Floyd to wind it up a foot at a time, dragging it through the mud where it fell.

Parting ways with 45 and traveling to Ignis Fatties. The Carvanha, granted he chose leap off the ship with Floyd, should be clinging with its teeth to his pack.
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"Good luck..." he muttered just loudly enough, as Aris watched the General slip from his boat, Carvanha biting on his pack as he dropped out of sight. He caught his last words as he disappeared into the whipping winds and mushy marsh below. He was right. He was so right.

He wondered just what would be waiting for him when he made it to Deepwood. Sighing, he sat against the side of the ship, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

Back on the ground, Floyd wound his rope, partners at his side as he began the long, wet walk to the Ignis Fatties.

Ignis Fatuus--Medieval Latin for 'foolish fire'

As you wandered, weaving between the massive pools of murky mush and water, you soon found yourself winding along the Great Bay. You had passed the Puddlelands with ease, and now had the uneven and crumbling shores as a guideline. With a distinct, if blurred at the edges, direction, you made it there with ease.
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Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Great Bay
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 22/25
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108


With the rope wound and Ariss boat disappearing into the eastern sky, Floyd reached around behind him and helped the fish off his pack. He released Helsing and Hawkeye, choosing to leave Pookie within the clean environment of her pokeball. The prissy little princess would thank him for it later, no matter what sort of hell she gave him for it. The big gator, on the other hand, was tickled to find himself in such a glorious wetland. He dived into the first puddle he could find and rolled, much to the Kadabras distaste.

Well, lets get moving. Floyd stated matter of factly, and the trio trudged through the swamp until the hit the beaches of the great bay.

The bay was easier going on the Carvanha, to which Floyd was grateful. The fishs toothy grin grew on him and as they slowly worked their way around the tiny inland sea, the alien wondered if the water type would want to stay with him once hed seen his true colors. Spooks scared the crap out of him, and with a name like Ignis Fatties, what else could he expect to find out here. He just prayed it was worth it.

Its 11:30 and Im killed off any inspiration I had with everybody else stuffso just trying to move. Woo.
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omg .3

I too am out of inspiration and got a real bad shock when I realized this wasn't modded.

You make it to the Ignis Fatties. Woo! So, now what?

You looked around. This patch of marsh seemed pretty similar to the rest. Wet and dark. But, every few moments, there was a sudden burst of color, lighting up the landscape. It faded just as quickly as it appeared, though.

You were looking for a sinkhole. How were you gonna find it?
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Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 23/25
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108

Out of guilt, Floyd released Pookie from her pokball. For some reason he didnt feel right not having the fluff ball outside with him, just like it didnt feel right not to have Helsing walking by his side. Well, they werent so much walking as treading water. The only ones who seemed remotely content were Hawkeye and the Carvanha. The toothy fish he couldnt really speak for either. He supposed he was happy, but like himself, the fish had an eternal grin about him that made judging by expression difficult.

Pookie yapped and squirmed indignantly in his arms until she wriggled free plopped in the mud. The thick black soup swallowed her up to her ear and she was forced to paddle and splash about until the alien was able to get a grip on her again.

Bet you wont do that again. He snickered at her.

She turned her little muddy head away from him and refused to meet his gaze. Now that the grouping was five, they moved more slowly than ever, but the Great Bay eventually disappeared behind them and a smaller body of water came into view just ahead.

This new place was strange and eerily quiet. Even the swarm of gnats that had made a bane of themselves since theyre descent from Ariss ship had ceased dogging their trail. So silent was this place, that they all froze and surveyed the watery field before them. No frogs croaked, and no bird called. The sky was overcast and dreary and night was falling fast. A blood red wash of cloud flooded the west and purple black crawled in from the east. Without the benefit of moon or starlight, the frightening phenomena they had come to witness was impossible to miss.

In the still evening air, humid and stifling, the party stared out across the stretch of darkening land, level but for the scraggily trees and reeds that prevailed here. The marsh was mostly covered by water, so discovering a true sink hole would be next to impossible. The difficulty rose when the Scavian witness the chilling allure of the lights flashing in little bursts not far afield. They were like fireflies, only every color he could imagine, and played with his alien sight like fireworks on the human mind. Without light, his world was known only in black and white pulses, outlined in not true colors but the sense of aura that pheromones and heat provided. This image was be blasted to disconcerting explosions of green and yellow as the strange lights lit up the immediate area and then faded back to black. The effect was much the same to a human eye trying to adjust to darkness once the lights have been flicked off.

Shaking his head in aggravation, the alien turned away, wanting to clear his sight and focus. He turned to his companions and clutched his axe in one hand and his muddy Eevee in the other.

Im going to need your help. I cant see with those firebugs flashing like that.

Theyre not bugs. Helsing observed.

I dont much care what they are, theyre killing my vision. Can you all lead me? Were looking for a sink hole. One withsomething else in it.

Hawkeye can swim ahead. Take my hand, Ill lead you.

With a reluctant nod Floyd shifted the pouting Eevee and lifted her to his head. She sprawled across his skull and wrapped her little paws around the edge of the shield. This unusual arrangement had an added effect of smothering the photoreceptive cells in his skull, dampening the unendurable after effect of the flashing lights. Taking his Kadabras hand, he welded the staff of the axe with the other, and used it to poke and prod the ground before him. The Feraligatr stomped along directly ahead, willing to fall face first into the water, should the ground abruptly fall away.

Come on, little fish. Ill be willing to bet we see something interesting tonight. Floyd called back over his shoulder to watching Carvahna.
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Blind, wet, and increasingly tired, your trek was lead ahead by your Pokemon now. You were guided across the marshy landscape, knowing little more than the feel of wetted dirt and muck under your feet.

Sinkholes come in many varieties. There are massive, cavernous fuckers, and tiny little imperceptible ones. A bunch of those packed together is sometimes called quicksand. But your average sinkhole isn't much bigger than the pit-covered-in-leaves traps that anime loves so much.

Well, that's still fairly large.

In the Muskeg Marsh, you were most likely to run into one of those types. The real difference was whether you could see it.

Sinkholes occur when a lot of water, whether through rain or from a stream, removes soil, forming a hole. Over the top runs a layer of surface soil, kept in place by the groundwater fluid pressure. It keeps it in place.

Change the weight on top, and that pressure is broken. It collapses.

That would have been nice to know before you were led right over top of one.

The ground held for a fraction of a second, and collapsed beneath you. You fell a little, than landed in a small pool of water at the bottom.

The pit was about ten feet deep. The water was quickly draining away, and soon it was only at your ankles. The pressure was gone.

Looks like you weren't going anywhere too soon. Your choice. Try and escape, hope you get what you want.
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Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 24/25
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108

Stumbling slowly through the dark, the four pokemon and one alien trudged through the muck, not knowing what to expect but dreading the worst. The worst came in a rather predictable fashion, with the heavy gator taking a lumbering step forward through the slimy waters and feeling the ground shift beneath his feet. Feeling rather clever he made to step back and hiss an announcement of his find.

As life often does, fate didnt give Hawkeye the opportunity to bask in the glory of discovery. He would have to appreciate his own hard work later, all alone, because at just that moment the sinking ground gave way and his companions watched his hunching shadow plummet into the watery marsh. The ground beneath them groaned and shuddered a moment before it too fell away and together they joined the thrashing Feraligatr in the water.

Amidst the splashing and yowling the earth gurgled and belched. Its gut released a bloated bubble of stale air that lurched up past their feet and exploded in their startled faces. The waterlogged sinkhole drained into the underground river or tunnel that ran beneath, leaving them scatter and sprawled on the slick muddy banks of the crater.

Pookie whimper from her place atop Floyds head. She was like furry hat coated in mud and her paws gripped the side of his skull like a trap. With ears flattened she shivered and yipped into the night. Floyd reached back, having lost his grip on the Kadabras clawed hand during their flushing. The familiar weight of his hand caressing her back, filthy as she was, was a comfort and she quieted.

What happened? Floyd called out. He was no longer blind. He couldnt see those abominable lights from the bottom of the pit, and Helsings sharp foxish ears were pricked and alert. He was crouched in the slick matter and focusing on his surroundings.

Seems weve found your sinkhole. He whispered lamely to his trainer.

Weve found A sinkhole. The Scavian replied bitterly. There could be hundreds out here, and the chances of this being the right one.

I know! Snapped Helsing, speaking aloud for the first time in his life. Floyd was too stunned to reply. He wasnt sure he should be impressed with the Kadabras sudden burst of violence or ask him when hed learned to speak.

Ive been practicing when youre not around. Muttered Helsing guiltily. I just never found much use for it.

Oh. Floyd said, still too confused to manage much more.

Hawkeye shuffled to his feet, slipped and fell down again. His growl shook the alien from his musings.

You two alright? He whispered toward the flopping fish and his irritated starter. Hawkeye grunted, finaly managing to stand upright. The Carvahna flipped his tail and snapped his jaws. He was less than pleased with this turn of events.

What do we do? Floyd asked, bewildered by their latest plight.

Well, Im not staying in this hole. If theres something here, it will not appreciate us having slammed the floor out of its pool and itll say something. The Kadabra threw back in a huff and leapt into the air, levitating himself right out of the hole.

Hey! What about us? We didnt do nothing to piss you off man, whyr you acting so bitchy?

I put up with you, isnt that enough? Look what you dragged us through in Murmur Valley. Youre going to do the same thing here. It will be hole after hole until you get lucky, and since you are NOT lucky, that will be never. Im going to save you the trouble of torturing me and just leave you in THIS hole. Hows that Floyd? Said Helsing grinning meanly.

Floyd pouted. Then, very slowly he reach up and plucked Pookie off his head and held her out to him.

Alright. If thats the way you feel, take Pookins. No sense in her staying stuck in a hole forever. He waited for the Kadabra to use Kenesis on the little whining dog and levitate her to his arms and then turned his back on his friend. Floyd waited.

And waited.

And then Helsing shrieked with surprise, dropping Pookie. Floyd reached up and quickly caught the little pup who looked extremely pleased with herself. Floyd was smiling. He chanced a glance up and saw the Kadabra rubbing his bleeding hand and leering down at them.

She bit m- He began, but it was Floyds turn to interrupt.

I know. He hissed pleasantly and Pookie sent a warbling victory yodel up to the Psychic. Floyd didnt have to read Pookies mind to know what she wanted. He had felt her body tense and felt her chest rumble with a tiny growl while Helsing went about his little rant. Pookie bit anybody who wasnt nice to daddy. Helsing squinted and one by one began to raise everyone out of the sinkhole.
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.4 HAPPY POINT

You floated quickly skyward, propelled by the psychic energy of your sufficiently-awkward Kadabra. You were nearly out when you felt a cool, empty hand close around your ankle and drag you back down.

You rounded on it, likely angry or something, when you noticed something. Even in your limited sight, you noticed something strange about the sudden apparition in your vision. This thing was the picture of Scavian beauty, curvaceous and with big fangs or whatever turns Scavian's on.

And then all of a sudden you had a blinding headache. So did your Pokemon. Helsing seemed most effected, collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Who ya gonna call?
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.3 (alright, you want this over with, so do I. So if you do a shitty post, I can post drunk and carry this forward. Right? Right.)

Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 25/25 (Can hatch any time now)
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108


Curves and fangs andWhat the hell? Floyd rounded on the fangaliscious visage lurking at the bottom of the pit. He clawed at the air and struggled to break the telekinetic hold. Anything to get a better look at best looking lady hed seen since being damned to this rock, and every dimension of it.

Floyd! Leave that thing alone! Screamed Helsing.

ButBut The lady was a Scavian beauty in every sense of the word. Half naked with shimmering skin as if standing in moonlight. Her ivory fangs were perfect and straight and she ran her delicate tongue out in a teasing hiss. Floyd shuddered and gulped; his claws reaching out and beckoning to the siren.

And then a pain shot through his brain and he howled. Helsing shrieked and toppled backward from his place on the edge of the sinkhole. His hold on Floyd loosened and Floyd plummeted into the things waiting clutches.

Daddy! Yelped the small Eevee who toppled from her trainers grip (she and Floyd were the last to be carried up, everyone else is out of the hole). Pookie, if there was one among this strange assembly, was perhaps the best suited for fighting the mental assault. And this only because of her jealousy of the orange alien being lured to his death by the she demon. She demon be damned! That was her Daddy and no girl or ghost thing was going to get her claws into him. Charging through haze of red and black mud she catapulted toward the ghost, yapping her little head off as she went.

She was met by Floyds less than coherent babbling.

No PookNot yet. He groaned and held his head with one hand and the axe with the other, though the weapon lay on its side, cutting a narrow ditch through the mud. His tail swept out and curled out the little pups body and held fast, preventing her from trying to bite the thing. Coated with the slimy contents of the marsh, Pookie snarled and slipped free.

No!

Pookie ignored her Daddy and rushed to the rescue, diving under his flailing arms and leaping at the thing. Teeth bared and wet fur bristling, Pookie tried to Bite the thing, where it still gripped the aliens ankle.

Long story short, Pookie to the rescue. Nasty old thing attacking daddy...
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Pookie charged down the mysterious beauty, teeth bared and yipping angrily. Flying through the air, prepared for impact, she felt the rug pulled out from under her feet when she went flying past as it stepped to the side.

Aha.

She tried to stand again, but she apparently wasn't capable of doing that. She fell back to the ground, moaning and covering her head. She was apparently incapacitated as Helsing was.

The strange apparition turned to you. Just a beautiful as ever.
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.3 ((If shes trying to seduce him, it aint working.))

Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Ignis Fatties
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 25/25 (Can hatch any time now)
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108

With his pokemon writhing and screaming from the same sort of migraines afflicting himself, Floyd found it difficult to allow the apparitions shimmering beauty to lull him into a sense of drooling stupidity. Poor Pookie hit the mush squalling and screaming, tears wetting her muddy cheeks and feet kicking. That was enough to tear him from his stupor and begin to fight against the things grip. No chick, no matter how hot, hurt Pookie.

He roared; the sound rushing from his throat untill it was hoarse and sore. Spittle flung past his yellow teeth and spattered the so called she-Scavian. Shaking his head and struggling to stand, he fought to reach out for the demon.

What the hell do you want!? He hissed through clenched teeth. His head ached and his heart reached out to his companions. Let them be! And he strived to touch her - desperately, angrily, and pleaded with his being to know what she was about.

She couldnt be a Scavian. He knew better than to be fooled by that. He wasnt the brightest bulb in the box, but he recognized the glorious visage as the same girl who haunted the photo on his ships dash. The very same he dreamed about but could never recall. And he knew she wasnt here. This thing was drawing on his memory to confuse him.
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And suddenly, the mental attacks ceased. Pookie and Helsing didn't stir, having gotten the brunt of the apparition's attacks, but you seemed less affected. Head suddenly clear, you spotted the Scavian sadness flitting across its face.

The moaning was renewed, this time, from the mouth of the doppelganger. It thrashed around, angry and depressed, before suddenly stopping. It looked at you, and you felt your head begin to pound. Soon, it seemed as though your forehead would split down the middle. You felt something brush against you, and you fell to the ground, unable to keep your feet.

Once again, your head cleared. Over top you stood the Scavian, moaning as ever.

What the fuck.
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Confused was an understatement. Floyd seriously needed some Tylenol and decidedly, the lady thing needed some Midol. Woman were confusing, and he supposed that by being dead, or whatever she was, that made her issues that much harder for him to understand. He rubbed his temples and lay on his back in the mud, staring up at the girl who looked like one of his own kind and sighed. Just past her, he could see the movement at the top rim of the sink hole. Hawkeye and the tag-along fish were stirring. Well, so much for getting Fish to want to stay with him. It would have to be crazy to stick with him after this. Granted there was an after.

What do you want lady? He muttered irritably. You knock the shit out of Helsing, dump me on my ass, and slap my little dog around. Least with the frickin Loch Monster I knew where I stood! Right between her teeth, he winced and changed tracks. Look, I get it, you look gorgeous, but if you want something out of me, quit with the migraines. Hell, I might like it rough, but not like this. He tried to get in a position to stand, not sure if the look-a-like would let him, and eyed her cautiously. She didnt look happy, but not like she wanted to kill him either. Briefly, and only minutely, he felt sorry for her. I dont suppose you talk do you? Cause I aint psychic. You knocked him out you know. He frowned and chanced a glance at the limp form of Pookie and hoped she would be alright.


((If she molests him this shall be the most screwed up quest ever.))
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She let you stand. She looked like she was going to start moaning again (that seemed to be her only way of communicating), but she stopped.
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Well hell. Thanks. He murmured and staggered to his feet while making a poor effort of swiping the clay off his pants. Now that his head wasnt swimming in acid he could think, and as he stared into those pretty teeth he remembered the poem. Part of it was missing and it happened to be the important part.

In the wettest marsh, in a pool of steam
The ghost of mist and fog is seen
Attacks will go right through, or miss
But all it wants is just-- (the parchment was torn here and cannot be read)


He knew what rhymed with miss, and shuddered, hoping he was wrong. This thing was dead, right? It was the embodiment of the underworld and the intangible astral sea he loathed and feared. He feared the breathtaking visage of the girl in front of him. And like the woman he mimicked, she was shorter than him. She moaned softly, pitifully, and the pleading look broke his stubborn resolve. Something inside of him snapped as he gazed at the lovely face and perfect cheek bones.

Forgetting himself he gently reached out and caressed her soft cheek and leaned closer. He could almost remember, and a new sort of pain surged through his head, blocking the memory he struggled to dredge up. He shook it off, trying to forget and focus. It didnt matter who the girl was that she mimicked. He wouldnt get a chance to touch another Scavian again for as long as he lived. Forced celibacy did nasty things to a persons resolve, and it made it all the easier to forget that the Scavian girl wasnt a really a Scavian.

His tongue slipped past his teeth and brushed her cheek delicately, his breath soft and warm while hers was absent. It was only the Scavian equivalent of a peck on the cheek, much more would have involved some complicated spit swapping. The gesture was a tender one though, and spell bound his muzzle nudged hers.

Hawkeye stood at the precipice of the sinkhole, gawking with his long jaws hanging open. His trainer had just lost his mind.
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The kiss was short and quick, but the ghost reacted sharply. Her face scrunched into a sad, Scavian smile. It was a sort of pitiful happiness.

She leaned forward, resting her head against yours. A slight sigh, and she faded away, leaving a single, thin scale slowly drifting towards the watery bottom of the sinkhole. You reached out, grazed against it, and it disappeared.

GOT HM WOO

Helsing and Pookie quickly recovered, and you made your way out of the hole.

Someone else mod you now.
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Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Deepwood Thick Forest 2
Objective 1: Locate the Fog Clear Holy Mechanism ( Got it!)
Objective 2: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 25/25 (Can hatch any time now)
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80
Tag-a-long: Carvanha :ml Lvl 36 :hp 108/108

She had gone and left him standing at the bottom of the pit staring into space. He felt oddly empty and stared numbly at the tingling icon that burned on his arm. It resembled a stylized puff of wind; simple and elegant, much like the poor thing hed just kissed.

On the ground by his feet, Pookie stirred and stood on shaky legs, raising her mud caked head to look at him longingly. He knelt and scooped her up. She trembled in his arms and he cuddled her close. Somewhere in the confusion hed dropped the axe, he kicked around in the mud until he stubbed a toe on the handle and took up the weapon again.

He looked up to see Hawkeye looking stunned. A single claw pointed stupidly at him, horrified, as if frozen in time.

You ok pal? He asked cautiously.

I think he wants to know why you kissed that ethereal being. You realize it was deceased, right? Said Helsing, as he rose to his feet and surveyed the situation. His head ached but otherwise he seemed alright. In as dignified a manner as he could accomplish, he smoothed his whiskers and sniffed. Looks like you both got what you wanted though.

Floyd looked again at the new tattoo and felt his feet lifting off the ground. Pookie clung closer to him and shivered. Once Helsing had them both safely out of the sinkhole, Floyd carefully surveyed his pokemon and the studied the Carvanha.

Well, Fish. Floyd prompted it. What do you think? Well only be getting further from the water from here. Would you like to join my group? To emphasize his point he reached behind him and wrested a ball from his pack. It was his last standard pokball and he held it out to the fish. Take the bay back to the sea or travel in this and meet us at Deepwood? He offered tenuously.

((Offering the tag-a-long Carvahna a pokball before moving on.))
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The fish sat silent and contemplative, following the ball up the orange forearm, to the fanged face. Is that really what he wanted?

He flopped forward, touching the ball, and disappearing inside. It fizzled and faded away moments later.

Woo! Neutral happiness!
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Current Location: Muskeg Swamp Ignis Fatties
Destination: Deepwood Thick Forest 2
Objective 1: Happiness for Pookie
Other: Ponyta Egg 25/25 HATCHED!!!
Team: Pookie (Eevee :fl Lvl 30) :hp 90 | Lex (Yanmega) :fl Lvl 34 :hp 136 | Helsing (Kadabra) :ml Lvl 30 :hp 90 | Hawkeye (Feraligatr) :ml Lvl 31 :hp 124 | Kaen (Arcanine) :ml Lvl 20 :hp 80 | Ponyta (No Nick) :ml Lvl 1 :hp 3

With a resolute nod Floyd shrugged off his pack and withdrew the Scavian Laptop. Because he no longer used the Pokemon League provided PCs, his gear was programmed to not to bounce back to the hacked profile there, but stay put while he loaded the newly captured pokemon onto his computer. The device booted a second after tapping the power button and the screen displayed, telling him what he already knew. He had one too many pokemon on him according to league regulation. And since the latest capture was not registered as being on his current team, the fish would have to go on the laptop.

Floyd tapped a button on the side of the unit and flat plat slid out, much like a DVD player. Placing the ball on a small round impression there, he tapped the send key. The pokball dematerialized on the plate and new screen popped up. The Carvanha was now stored on his PC and he could resume his journey.

Packing the computer up, Floyd shouldered his pack, and hefted his axe. Pookie curled her muddied self around his neck like a cold wet towel and Helsing managed to prod Hawkeye out of his stunned silence. The gator refused to look at the alien. He wasnt sure whether to be horrified or amused, so he kept silent and the party of four began their trek through the flickering darkened landscape toward the forest in the east.

They had hardly been walking more than twenty minutes with the alien was disturbed by a strange movement in his pack. Startled, He halted and shrugged the thing off once more to peer inside. The egg, nestled in the fold of a blanket, was rocking slightly and drew him to pull it out of the satchel.

This was not the best time or place to be hatching an egg, but one cant really choose when or where it will happen. No sooner had the egg been placed on the soft wet ground than a sharp little hoove burst through the fragile shell and flailed and kicked until the egg crumbled around it, freeing its tangle neighbor. The tiny creature had to be the smallest of its kind Floyd had ever witnessed. Its long limbs had been tucked close to its body and now waved and stretched in the air clumsily. He assisted the frail thing out of the egg which had been its unbearable prison at the last stages of its cramped development. The tiny foal was hardly as big and Pookie, and the eevee curled her nose up in disgust. A membrane of bloody residue clung to the colts slimy coat, prompting Floyd to drag a towel from the pack and attempt to wipe him down.

You picked one hell of a time to hatch little fella. Murmured the proud alien, who fussed with the small creatures hooves which kept sinking in the wet sod. The horse snorted and kicked, trying to stand on its own. Finally, standing with his four feet spread apart, he took his first tentative step and fell on his long nose. So much for keeping him clean, thought Floyd. Yet after a few more minutes the little colt seemed to get the idea and stomped around its new parent in a sort of stiff legged goose stepping march.

Nodding to himself, Floyd pulled free the reserved greatball and tapped the device against the colts coat. He vanished moments later, leaving the four alone once more.

Alright. Lets get moving. He said tiredly. And together they marched forward, each wondering when they would see the clean confines of the ship again.
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With an anxious wriggle and frantic cracking, the tiny foal burst forth from its prison, uneasy legs waving unhappily in the air. You helped the poor creature out, and sent it away to rest. For this, it is happy. Yes. Happy. 2 :happiness

It was an accomplishment-filled day. As the sun carefully began to set, you capped it off with one final success--you reached the Thick Forest 2.
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