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| Kari | Jul 17 2011, 06:28 AM Post #1 | |
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Blinded by the magic.
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Fudd Mod: Here. She stared at the indomitable, eternal giant slumbering over her path, like a fated Colossus lumbering in front of her faith. It served as a mere irritation for the semi-exhausted Ninetales beside her, but Satari had long accepted such natural marvels as fate's way of sharpening her resolve and reason. The world was an irregular puzzle, its pieces infinitely flexible and inexplicably malleable when placed in different order. Each interaction yielded different sparks, and each resultant action produced endless possibilities which shaped the ultimate position and placement of the world and its inhabitants. The long held perception that the world was based on determinism was a flawed one, but it took Satari even longer to appreciate the connection between change and constancy. In that way, the future was shaped in a formless manner. All musings aside, the decision to push on was a difficult one. Quad Mountains proved to be the fastest route to Misthenge, yet exhaustion had wiped out all safety precautions that the trainer might have imposed before them. It was a blitzkrieg: tearing through the mountains and whatever foggy mess that lay beyond would save them quite a lot of effort later on - if they succeed. Even with her experience at traveling, the trainer was never approving of taking risks, not to mention that Satari Kobayashi had her interactions with risk to know that such concerns were never a laughing manner. It never struck her that the strength she accumulated had long surpassed those early days when she could count Athena's vitality with a sideward glance. Her tactics and strategy had long evolved since those days when she only had Tackle from one Pokemon as her offense. It's impractical to scour across this mountain; I don't think it wise to push all the way to Misthenge by tonight- 'I agree too, Amber, but turning back isn't so good an idea either. Maybe if we can go through the mountains, reaching Misthenge by tonight will be much easier.' Satari didn't miss the scowl from the Ninetales, but she understood that Amber was about as exhausted as her. Much as she liked spending time with a Pokemon this intelligent and refined, Satari had never seen the grouchy side of the Ninetales before. Amber was still fighting fit and sharp in her wits as ever, yet there was this air of grudging unwillingness circling around that elegant leaping figure. She would have sent out anyone else, but most of her Pokemon were not as agile as the fox. Her only other viable option left was Lightning, but she hadn't the alertness of Amber. The starlit sky didn't mar any of the hardship that they had of zigzagging along the front of the mountain, and the cool air kept the lid on the threat of overheating. Amber's irritation gradually dissipated into the calming darkness, as a reflective serenity took over both trainer and Pokemon. There was some sleepiness in that silence, but Satari didn't mind accepting the reality that they were really exhausted from moving around. There was nothing too romantic about the rugged edges of the monstrous mountain, but deep into this special night where everything dangerous seemed to keep at bay, Satari couldn't help but feel, if recklessly, a sense of security in the silence. Bless god for the moonlight luminance; for the relative peace over these gentle moors. The stirring of shadows stood out in the still shades of darkness, grabbing the attention of both Amber and Satari. A strange scrapping sound of the softest volume was filling the air, yet both companions felt no danger in that move. An odd memory that occured just minutes ago flashed through the mind of the trainer, but for some reason Satari was ready to accept otherwise: that there was no threat in the noise. It took the trainer a little longer to realize that that stirring creature had not detected their presence, and more importantly, that the creature had no intention of erecting its attention against potential enemies. Amber mused at the puzzling possibility, for even the most naive of trainers would never travel in such darkness. The creature seemed to be searching for something, yet it had made no move to react at the slightest danger, or to hide from any possible danger. It just went on and on, stumbling cluelessly over the dull, unexciting mountain, slowly giving way to what Satari determined to be exhaustion. A few minutes' worth of creeping was starting to reveal the figure, and Satari was soon seeing a Pokemon of the smallest size wobbling tiredly up a slope. '...What's that? I've never seen a chinchilla like that before-' A smallest squeak had escaped the creature, and the tiny shadow fell onto the ground with the softest thud. In the dark, there was no spotting such a minute movement deliberately; had Satari not been observing the Minccino nothing else would have noticed its demise. Amber was almost ready to bypass that small shadow, but the trainer's primary instincts had come to work. The human moved swiftly, making almost no attempt to conceal her movement, while the Ninetales took her time to shuffle to her trainer. ... Amber was close to accepting her trainer's naivete, but she wasn't going to socialize with a new member every now and then. Satari was amassing a crowd so quickly; Amber was almost thrown off-guard. 'Please? Amber?' Even the rational Ninetales couldn't reject a direct request - no, plea from her trainer. Yet Satari made no intentional movement to forcefully capture the Mincinno. Instead, she picked up the feeble, trembling Pokemon in her arms and rocked it quietly. The Mincinno was too exhausted to react, and Satari took it as a good sign that the Pokemon wasn't going to counterattack so readily. Amber ignored her trainer's mushy interaction with the Pokemon and strode over to a rock to rest, but a wedge in the middle of the mountain wall had grabbed her attention... 'Amber.... -!?' Satari wasn't prepared for the Flamethrower at all, and she barely leaped to the side to avoid embers that were deflected from the rock wall. Amber scowled and proceeded to howl loudly - something Satari had never noticed from the otherwise demure Pokemon - but the rock was now glowing a brilliant red as compared to the steaming, but still grey, rock wall. I knew it, that rock doesn't belong with the rest of the wall. We've found a lucky break, Satari. Satari stared at the wall in disbelief and smiling surprise. 'I didn't know you have such an observant eye for such things, Amber. You're brilliant!' If the Ninetales were embarrassed by the praise, she made no visible acknowledgement. It took a moment for Satari to notice those glowing eyes: Amber had sensed something odd about the physical construction of this particular wall - perhaps hollow space behind - and extra sensitivity confirmed the Ninetales' convincing premonitions. Now comes the painful part. Move aside, Satari. A flush of red smashed into the rock wall, and for a moment Satari expected to see Amber shaking on the wall. Yet the rock had given way to the Ninetales' Flare Blitz; the igneous rock had weakened from excess heat and gave way to the physical pressure from the attack. Amber didn't escape unscathed upon further observation, however. The Ninetales shook off that additional wound to her physical exhaustion, but she didn't hesitate to sound out her sheepishness when her trainer tried to praise her. That hurt so much. I must be insane to run against the wall like that, yes... The devastatingly loud crumbling of the rock wall would not have escaped the ears of any predator, yet in this sacred night nothing seemed to mar their jubilant spirits. Mincinno must have been working to find an entrance into the cavern for whatever reason close to its heart, and the marks of luck were evident in Satari's spotting of the fallen creature even under such unfavorable conditions of exhaustion. The cavern looked as though it had always been there: the natural caving of the passage didn't escape the eyes of the trainer, even if the hole had been, as it seemed, intentionally covered. Trainer and Ninetales gave each other an uneasy glance, but the descent of danger had clearly sketched out their remaining choices. For Amber, she wasn't going to suffer a bump on her head for nothing. Winding was the word to describe the hidden passage, and though the path had been easy to walk on it was evident from the steepness of the tunnel that it had been frequently used by the inhabitants of the underground cave - whoever that might be. It was only when the trainer was trying to keep her footing on the ground did she realize the possibilities of being sealed in the cave, and the chances that she might have to confront any of these inhabitants. She would never have known why the cave was to be sealed, but if it were deliberately done by humans there might be a chance that the cave was sealed for the safety of those travelling over the mountains. And that she was courting her own death by opening Pandora's Box on her own accord. Yet there was no possibility of turning back, as it might mean unnecessary backtracking - or, in the worst-case scenario, a complete seal over their exit. Then, as darkness was wearing them down, a glimpse of light brought the much needed surge of hope back in the hearts of the tired Ninetales and the trainer. It was a small sparkle; a lure of pleasure that drew them towards something that they were expecting: an exit. A sparkle that grew into suspicious colony of brightness. Brightness that threatened to blind Satari, yet it was also that blindness that gave Satari unknown reckless hope: as though if she couldn't see where she was going, she could go on without any inhibitions. Bit by bit she was inching towards a possible exit; as though she was going to undo that moment of folly when she entered a cave sealed for her own good. Even with Amber encouraging her (If we're stuck, Satari, I'll just blast another exit out. So please head forward without any inhibitions.) She was still apologetic for adding on that stress to her already exhausted companion. But it wasn't an exit. There was no sign of an exit. 'How on earth-' Years, decades, centuries, eons of crystallization robbed Satari of all ignorant pretense of knowledge, as the concentrations of elements glittered gloriously under sifts of sunlight piercing through the rock crevices. The crystal cave under the foot of an unassuming mountain - that was a truth that slowly fell upon the trainer, a truth guided by the wisps of fortune and an adventurous spirit. Despite decades of hikers trawling over this very mountain, she would suspect few to even stumble across such magnificence. It was the essence of the beauty of the mountain, hidden under wraps of a craggy exterior, hidden from the eyes of blind followers of a given path. She was definitely not the first to have discovered this, nor would she be the last, yet the very fact that she had discovered this quietly kept secret made her very pleased with herself. And then, the truth of the hole-up fell upon her, as though the answers were whispered softly into her ears. 'This must have been a crystal-harvesting area for the old miners. But why was it sealed...?' The sudden squealing threw Satari into unnatural shock, as the squirming Mincinno in her arms started pawing at her arms to free itself. The creature had been knocked out due to exhaustion, but it had recovered enough strength during its short rest to jolt itself awake at the sight of the light. Never did the creature dream of being displaced into a sealed cave while it was asleep, much less the fact that a human had been holding it - and almost treating it as though it were her own Pokemon - right in her arms. The incessant rage was thankfully (to Satari, that is) short-lived, but the Mincinno never quite recovered from its wariness. Instead, it leaped away from the trainer at its first opportunity and completely ignored Satari during the whole process. Satari shrugged at the Pokemon's defensive reaction, but never did more to shock the Pokemon. The Mincinno's aggression at the trainer waned at the sight of the Ninetales protecting her, but the glittering gorgeousness of the cave caught its eye instantly. Instead, the Mincinno bounced over to one of the crystals and started to jump around in joy. All instincts of shock instantly evaporated as the Mincinno found what it was looking for, and Satari was left in her vacant happiness at observing the creature. The Mincinno didn't quite understand why the trainer was so happy, but some semblance of an understanding was starting to get into the Mincinno's mind. It did hit her that the human, for what she represented, did in fact bring it to the fabled area which it had tried so hard to find. The human never knew that it had been one of those tales that its Cinccino mother had told it, nor did she know the importance of these energized stones in marking its maturity. All instincts of danger were erased by the elation of finding the stone, but Satari was always watching warily for any signs of danger. In the midst of shining ambition, who would mind their pathetic reality? 'Wait!-' As the Mincinno touched one of the small Shiny Stones on the ground, the rumbling that sundered the cave told Satari what was to be expected. The flash of steel that burst from one of the many crevices deafened all of them, and the Mincinno was knocked aside, like a rag doll, by a rush of silver. 'Shit.' The Steelix skidded at its second strike, grumbling at its miss. Satari had thrown herself over and picked up the Mincinno, and the colossal figure only missed her by inches. Amber had been hurling flames at the gigantic creature by then, but the Ember was too insignificant as a deterrent for the enraged Pokemon. Instead, the steely beast grinned at its potential prey: the trainer was rendered protection-less from her reckless protection, and the semi-conscious Mincinno was in no condition to counterattack in any way. To the left! The chemistry between Satari and her Amber was the only reason why the trainer did barely leap away from the Heat Wave that Amber unleashed in front of the Steelix, and the burst of heat caught the Steelix right in the face. The intensity of the flames were enough to make the creautre howl in pain, and that painful distraction bought the pair enough time to dash to the nearest crevice. Yet, as they were sprinting to the exit, the rumbling behind the hole was always too close to them, as though they were going to be caught any time, as though they were never running fast enough... ...Light. Glorious light. Satari would have scowled at the light pollution from the distant Malral, but the welcome view of the exterior of the mountain was oddly comforting this time. Wordlessly, they were making their way down the mountain path into the thin fog on the other side of the mountain. They were finally out, and on their way to a Misthenge they had never been to. All the same, exhaustion was creeping onto them at an alarming rate, but they knew they had to go on. Satari's only comfort was the creature that she had rescued from the Steelix's maw, and even though Satari placed the Mincinno down at the edge of the mountain there was this affectionate longing that trailed in her heart. But when she turned away, she felt a tugging at her feet. The Mincinno was still apparently tagging on to her. I'm not surprised. The Pokemon doesn't know where it is... and it probably wants to follow you. Better than being swallowed by the swamp monster. All the same, Satari suppressed her laughter at Amber's attempts to intimidate the timid Mincinno. Rewards!
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| Maverick | Jul 17 2011, 07:47 AM Post #2 | |
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.5 4 on the trust scale (The steelix was not a part of the mod.) You shiny stone is an evolution stone of your choice OR one of those pretty little gems of your choice. The Chinchilla is level 45 with 1 Happiness. You travel through Unclearable Fog Marsh 1 into Sinklands 2. The fog is very heavy and you can't see, it's unclearable (haha) without the HM. You encounter three pokemon, only one is obtainable. They are all Moderate Captures (Not befriendable, two pokeballs) These three pokemon can be anything from the encounter list in the mod forum for Murmur Valley. |
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| Kari | Aug 2 2011, 08:16 AM Post #3 | |
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Blinded by the magic.
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0.5 - silly me.
Even mazes were probably much easier to navigate than this. The ethereal cloak of Death continued to superimpose its presence on Murmur, and this was made more prominent with the JGSEIs stillbirth threat ripping apart the concept of peace that ruled here. Satari hated the place all this time, not for the natural pitfalls that plagued the marsh, but for the implications of the ill-fated battle that took place under such an innocent faade of fog. She knew nothing of warfare, but anyone was smart enough to understand if someone had mentioned that the foggy area was strategically important as a watershed in the war. Under conditions where ambiguity became a deadly weapon, the Opaddekans stood more of a chance if they didnt need to know the strength and will of those dedicated barbarians. Nor did they need to see the colossal architecture to strike. Like fools, they simply took to arms when called to protect their present: the truth need only be revealed to those damned enough in Brightopolis to endure a defeat. And the higher-ups were right in thinking that Brightopolis consolidated their forces far better than words or speeches: Opaddeka had never faced a threat of this magnitude since it was conceived. What she hated werent the things that happened for they were inevitable but the implications of these things. She didnt know if it was a coincidence that Jared went missing during the period of the war, leaving his two most prized possessions with her, or that she had completely disconnected with Minerva following the end of those rogue JGSEI (or whatever they were called) troops. She was only starting to suffer the full impact of such loss and suppressive solitude, and she needed a scapegoat to blame. Murmur was an easy target it represented all she wanted to avoid, and it carried the blame of being the watershed. All these feelings were spontaneous releases of her guilt, but she found it easier to wallow in her anger than to experience fresh ones in hating the marshs difficult of navigation. She already knew that her only option was to bash through the fog, and she was already prepared to seethe in frustration. Even Ambers psychic prowess were largely diminished in the face of the curtain of fog: there was no telling what lay beneath, no telling what danger they could be facing next. Satari resisted the urge to curse as she yanked her already mud-soaked shin out of yet another sinkhole, before taking an instinctive right. Since there was no way of telling where to go, their best chances were to follow the arrow of instinctive rationality. At least they knew the general direction of travel, and as long as they moved forward they would reach Misthenge or the other side of the fog. Problem was, were they travelling in circles, and did they have enough stamina to last the whole journey? It took more perspective than that to understand the true danger of this accursed marsh. Everyone was concerned about their physical wellbeing whether they had enough supplies, whether they could walk to the end, whether they could handle the Pokemon lying in ambush deep within the mud but no one seemed to realize the psychological damage that such anxiety dealt to the travellers. Even being lost wasnt a big deal as compared to an implosion of emotions, where trainer and Pokemon started to fight each other; kill each other, even. It didnt help that no one knew what lay beyond the veil; it didnt help that there was no certainty whether Devils Scythe didnt lay around the next corner of smoke. If you couldnt see where you were going, you might just run down the stairs to hell. Some of that unnerving effect was getting into Amber already. Satari couldnt miss the unmistakeable fidgeting, the irritable trampling, the leaps of shock when something stirred or when mud grazed her foot like a Grimers toxic touch. The entire Valley loved to toy with anyone that sported enough blind courage, and hadnt they been blinded physically, to prove that their hearts werent? Psychotic was the word to describe a journey where nothing was the scariest foe out there. Or was something out there? At this rate, Amber, youre going to exhaust yourself mentally. Are you sure you dont want a rest maybe Lightning or Cirrus can take over you? Im fine. Amber hated to admit her fears, especially when she was irritable like this. This fog doesnt- affect me one bit, and you cant do with some half-assed protection. Plonk. This time, the Ninetales screamed an unceremonious curse as she attempted to extricate her leg from the wretched mud. A dawning expression of horror, however, captured Ambers expression as an unmistakeable smirk emerged from that pile of suspicious purple smudge. What luck! Sparks of red marked the spot where Amber slowly sank into the ground, and the Ninetales spat in disgust right after she leapt out of the ambush. The Grimer hadnt escaped a Flamethrower launched at such close proximity, but Ambers luxurious fur was soiled by the direct Sludge Bomb. Buckling knees and a scowling expression were definitely tell-tale signs of poisoning, and Amber hated being struck with a status inflication, especially when she prided herself with owning handy Safeguard. Ambers Extrasensory sent Grimer to cower backwards, but Satari wasnt fooled by the distraction. A familiar flapping was tearing the fog apart, taking advantage of Ambers blinding rage and a natural fog of war. How could Satari miss the sounds of wings, having raised Cirrus the Staraptor for so long? Any time now Amber, Safeguard! Now, after Im poisoned? The barrage of powder was already falling upon them like soft rain, and Satari covered her mouth as soon as she opened it, aware that the deadly spores of muscular paralysis and toxin were going to cripple them. But Amber had responded swiftly and in sync with two bursts of red light, for the invisible shield had wrapped them comfortably. The spores bounced off the shield harmlessly, as Cirrus and Lightning stretched their wings and limbs respectively. The Ninetales understood enough of her trainer to foresee her next step, even if her words often preceded her fast mind. The misplaced toxin cloud had given away their positions: the Dustox was fading back into the fog for another counter-attack, and Lightning had her eyes set on the Tangela responsible for the Stun Spore. No rules need to be observed in a brawl of such unworthy tricks, but none of Sataris Pokemon had prior experience in ganging up on anything, even wild Pokemon. She saw that they had cowered, that they were put on guard now that their pre-emptive strike were ruined by a timely shield. Satari was cornered, yes, but the invisible bubble erected by the Ninetales consolidated their defences. The enemy retreated, not out of fear, but because they understood that they stood no chance in taking down their opponents if the human's team continued hiding behind the shield. The Ninetales was running out of time with sustained damage and a coursing poison, but trainers were shrewd beyond reason. If their pre-planned assault failed, their only strategy left was to divide and conquer a strategy the trainer might even employ against them. Of course, the trainer knew the rules of the game too. Whatever you do, dont leave the bubble for too long. Preparations were almost complete: Amber took the opportunity to rest for a bit (having done enough to deal damage and erect a shield) as Cirrus sharpened his agility and Lightning adding a tad of magical light to the screen. Physical attacks still eluded the shield, but which of them would run into a barrage of far-range attacks alongside a bird with impeccable skill at lacerations? Grimer had shrunk, Tangela had grown, and Dustox had done a mystical dance to increase its mysterious nature. Not an easy gang to deal with. Cirrus had shot first, his wings stretched large and his speed unparalleled to even the reactions of minds. Amber threw a Flamethrower from her location, which barely grazed the Grimer on its side, before succumbing to a barrage of toxic suffering. The sector guarded by Lightning was now brimming with electricity, and a horrific realization struck Satari before Lightning threw her weight. Wait, not Discharge! Not now! The surge of static swept from the protection bubble, and it had jolted Grimer enough for it to drop the sludge. But the Tangela had teetered on the spot, almost oblivious to the electricity, and Cirrus was standing in the path of the blast. Discharge hit Cirrus before Aerial Ace hit Dustox, and the Staraptor was forced to drop a few metres, his wings throbbing in pain and his element of surprise lost to friendly fire. The Tangelas face curled to a smile, and Cirrus doubling-up was caught unaware by a host of vine the Bind was going to keep Cirrus in check. Something glittered from behind the fog. It was a Psybeam, nearly charged to its maximum. Dustox had been blessed with unbelievable luck. Satari's scream of temporary shock never escaped her mouth. She had opened her mouth, but Lightning's swift Fire Punch disorientated the Tangela enough for it to loosen its grip on the bird, and Cirrus found his wings just seconds before the Psybeam soared harmlessly beneath the Staraptor's wings. The colossal bird landed safely in the middle of the bubble, taking jibes at the Ampharos that almost killed him, but at least neither of them were taking it out on each other. The aftermath of Discharge had been blotches of splashing light that distorted their senses of sight, but Cirrus indicated that he had enough experience with marksmanship to ignore such superficial smudges in accuracy. None of her Pokemon gave their opponents a second chance to react. Amber's decisive Heat Wave surged across the entire field, and Grimer knelt over after sustaining accumulated damage. Fog had been the Dustox's double-edged sword; the blotch of red surfaced way too late for the bug to react in any way, and the intensified flames sent the bug spiraling down and out of control. Cirrus' Aerial Ace slit open the Dustox's innards: till the end, it never regained the composure or vitality needed to regain the upper hand. Tangela's decision to counter Heat Wave's devastating damage was a wrong one: Lightning's Fire Punch added insult to injury, and it never detached its roots fast enough to avoid Cirrus' and Lightning's continuous onslaught. 'Amber, you're in a precarious condition.' There was no question that the Ninetales was no longer in any condition to travel with her: the poison might swallow her whole any time. They had survived the battle, but there were no winners here. It soon dawned on Satari that, even with Lightning unharmed and 3 more Pokemon on standby, this place was getting more dangerous than ever. Misthenge felt closer, but there was no knowing how far more they had to go, or how much more they would have to face before safety was in reach. Amber would be lucky to hang on until they reached Misthenge. Summary of what happened.
Edited by Kari, Aug 2 2011, 08:02 PM.
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| Fuddledy | Aug 3 2011, 06:04 AM Post #4 | |
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0.5 and a resounding 5 on the trust scale. I mean, bad things actually happened.Amber, Lightning and Cirrus each gain 1.2 exp. --- The royal court is in session. Satari sees a royal procession happening. A pair of female Combee are leading, heralding the coming monarch. Then comes the Vespiquen, supported by three of her boytoys. A final female Combee brings up the rear of the procession, the queen's personal advisor. The procession continues (by some supernatural means, Vespiquen's royal decrees prevent the fog from invading into her personal space) but there is suddenly an explosion of mud from one of the pits they hover over. The entire parade is bathed in mud and Queenie's livid. Do what you want with them. Whether you help them or beat the stuffing out of them, the spoils will be the same - half a dozen Honeys and a Silverpowder. And then Satari reaches Unclearable Fog Marsh 2. Edited by Fuddledy, Aug 3 2011, 06:05 AM.
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| Kari | Aug 9 2011, 08:20 AM Post #5 | |
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0.4
The silence lingers. The air thickens, freezes the unworthy atmosphere into thin, fragile ice. The flapping of wings zipped through thick fog, wiping out remaining insolence behind the ignorance of the mist. The wilderness tamed itself in face of unseen royalty; a holy edict had been enacted over whatever little land the royal family could exert over, enforcing fear over those foolish young roamers, promising bloodshed to those bent on interfering with the procession. Yet there was no real grandeur beneath those perfectly rehearsed moves, beyond those noses held high in the face of other lowly beings. Everyone knew that the procession was but a parade, a show put on to distract and wow disbelievers. The front guards remained stout and watchful as ever: discipline had been drilled into them, and the trails of a loyalty to the Queen Mother were more than enough to ensure professionalism in their final duty to the green Lady. The other Combees accompanying the Vespiquen were less than certain, and the Vespiquen herself betrayed anxiety more than all of her subordinates combined. She had enough clout to dispel the fog, yes, but she alone knew the true meaning behind this procession. The ousting of power, the failed transition from power down the bloodline this was only a royal procession to the eyes of the unknowing. In reality this was a frantic escape from the grasps of another Vespiquen who had seduced enough to seize control over the majority of the bees. Her mother had taught her to uphold her dignity even in the face of death, yet she had picked exile over an honorable death just to keep her bloodline from extinction. And soon, as time bleaches the stains of loyalty, a new regime would envelop the lands of the bees: a regime that would not accommodate any other figures of power from threatening the new queens position. She alone knew the truth, and she alone knew that she had to run. Knowledge was both a Vespiequens right and burden. Running was easy, yet carrying her legacy to a safer, more permanent place was not. In her position as a princess, she was able to exit the palace of bees with relative ease. While the new Lady was dizzy from the influx of overwhelming power, she thought, she must pick up what she could and leave. The only bees that responded to her plea for salvation were her maid, two experienced but ultimately declining guards and a few attached lovers. Fragments of a holy procession that she could scrape the real royal entourage consisted of over 150 Combees serving one Queen represented the almost silent, yet subtly cruel shift of power that most Combees couldnt feel. How easy was it to destroy a dynasty by seducing vast amounts of rival Combees, particularly those of the higher ranks? Three days of non-stop flying had tired everyone out, but their shattering faiths were at least salvaged by the promising heavenly signs. Legend had it that in face of unprecedented adversity, three days of gods favor would see them through lives of promised prosperity. For 70 hours they were clinging on to such a futile hope; the semblance of a proper Queen marred with a beggars haggard expression, the semblance of an entourage blemished into a desperate group losing grip on their mandate of heaven. Even the pitiful Princess could sense the strain behind these Combees. Her forced calmness was the only thing preventing a desertion: at the very least, they could still believe that she had Arceus blessings, and that she had the sharpness of a Queen to know what to do. How much could a teenager manage, to ensure her survival? How long could she compress her emotional capacity into indifference, after all the knocks she had been through? Please, Arceus, bless us and protect us from harm No sooner had the prayer formed in her head, when an unseen eruption of mud suddenly burst from the ground and shower the entire procession in sticky, dirty mud. The unbelievable turns in fortune struck all in quiet horror, as dawning appreciation of the Combees folly sank into the minds, as even the maid, the Princess closest servant, shook in her fear of being hunted down by the rest of the bee population. Arceus had befouled the Queens purity. Arceus had showered her in mock blood; in true denial of her dynastys revival. Li- listen to me! Dont go! The Combees were already dusting the mud off their bodies, breaking the predetermined formation and showing absolutely no regard for the leader they had once revered. It took even Arceus to show them how misplaced their trust was, and they were now determined to shake lust off their corrected judgment. Beat by beat the Combees scattered, leaving the remnants of a dream of repopulation with a fate-ravaged Queen and her helpless helper. Even the guards were at a loss: their final duty to guard the remaining bloodline had been in vain if the only means of impregnating the Queen were gone. Its fated. Were doomed. Tears, tempers and tattered remains of a livid soul. Everything just spilled out from the Queen, amongst the all-female procession. What was left of the guards final wish, of the maids unyielding loyalty, of the Queens sacred mission to protect her familys legacy they were splattered over the unworthy ground, the shame smeared all over their bodies as though they were unworthy of a procession. Its over. Rain, rain like relief showered over them in its utmost despair. The cold drops slapped them awake from their dreams, reminding them of their place in the inevitable collapse of an old regime. Washing over them, washing over their futile hopes, washing over their futile resistance, washing over their minute desire to stay alive and well... The faster they knew their place, the better. Let the realization of their weakness wash over their faults One shadow, two shadows, three shadows, in the centre where a poor Vespiquen princess lamented her losses, new followers came to replace those that left the place in her heart, due to cowardice, due to weakness. The guards, the maid and the Princess herself those 4 girls were hovering just above the surface of the mud pit, but many more male Combees had crowded around them. Entranced in their natural beauty, perhaps, or attracted by that pitiful cuteness, they were soon smitten by the Queen herself and the rest of the girls soon to grow into queens. Wings had gathered over the broken entourage, forming a new sphere of protection. Soon, those without favor from the Queen will join the Princess in founding another home. Bit by bit, the fallen pieces from that ruthless coup were already gathering to form another unbreakable circle. A shaft of light poured over them, and they immediately knew that Arceus, or one of Its kind, was blessing them all along. The mud had simply been a wake-up call, forcing them to wash over their sins and to find a new path of proceed on. Inside the warm shield of Safeguard, they knew they would be able to brave through more of such obstacles. Under specific orders from the Queen, the maid placed a portion of the Princess stash onto the ground as an offering to honor the gods. They could always rebuild their home and storage, but they might never come across another opportunity to return Arceus favor. And there, beyond the mist, the large figure that loomed quietly over them was starting to fade away. Yet they could still feel the Safeguard encircling them, and they could feel the large guardian watching over them as they soared further from danger. Satari only patted Mizukis back softly, in appreciation of the Lapras help in restoring a broken Vespiquen princess pride. Against her moral unease, Satari picked up the containers of honey she didnt really deserve: the least she could do was to cover up the tracks for the Princess she was saving. Oh thats Silverpowder on the containers. The mist that fell upon them covered all tracks, and all was back to the same old dreadful swamp once the blue giant was withdrawn back into her ball and her trainer departed from her spot. TL;DR
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| DarthEevee | Aug 14 2011, 10:57 AM Post #6 | |
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.5 4 on trust, only because Queenie was supposed to be angry about the mud, not despairing. I like the way you told the story, just sticking to the rules here. Take 3 for helping them out, as well.A bog in the mist. A dead pokemon. A baby Munna, lost and confused. (capturable if you wish, befriendable, cannot be higher than level 20) Misthenge is on the other side of the bog. Edited by DarthEevee, Aug 14 2011, 10:57 AM.
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| Kari | Aug 21 2011, 06:41 AM Post #7 | |
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0.5 - No worries. Won't kill me if I don't get a 5.
A normal person, like me and you, can never understand the subtle importance of the substance of dreams. It is a topic only understood by those that knew those wisps of imagination, that knew how to create and control them. And perhaps, that is why we humans can oft not be able to tell the difference between surreal vision and reality. That is also why lies influence we brutish creatures so easily. This was the notion that Iris tried to bring across to Satari, whenever she tried to probe around for an explanation of such illogical happenings around here. The trainer understood that this was a child's way of skirting around a demand for explanation without resorting to lies - for the baby never learnt how to deceive - yet she could never agree with Amber's decision to keep her secrets. No matter how many times Satari tried to pry the truth out of any of the pair, all she got were evasive replies or feeble attempts to change the topic. What was the issue that Iris found so hard to talk about, that Amber deemed important to her but impossible to speak to her about? 'It doesn't matter if you know - or think - that I am unable to comprehend your words, Iris, or that I have aligned my interests to Amber's. It matters that Amber and you are deliberately keeping me in the dark about some things - things that you actually claim to be of importance to me.' Satari didn't bother masking the rising volume in her voice, or the itching irritation in her tone. She was getting impatient and annoyed by the nagging feeling of Amber's disloyalty, and even though Amber proved to be loyal like any other companion, it was inexcusable for the Ninetales to harbor ulterior intentions, especially when they were so intricately related to her trainer, but not fit for her trainer's ears. Iris cowered silently under Satari's insistent probing, but her tight-lipped constancy told Satari enough. She knew that Iris was openly against what Amber was plotting, yet she always seemed to convince herself that the hidden agenda, whatever it might be, would be ultimately beneficial to Satari. Yet, who could have enough faith in the darkness around such limited light? Who could walk confidently into the mist, not knowing what was out there, not knowing whether she could even find her way out? 'So I remain as the fool here, after making my way through a -goddamn- squishy swamp?' Satari dropped the issue at the sight of Iris' discomfort. She never knew how close she was to digging out the truth, but she could never make it past Iris' troubled, teary defenses. All anger directed at Amber simply boiled under a closely-watched cover, and Satari forcibly recovered into a state of calm, knowing that the thing that was likely to kill her was still far away from their destination. The mist continued blinding them, maintaining that well-placed curtain over the stage, and Satari hated to contemplate what stood between Misthenge and her. Iris had pointed out that they were drifting too far west, yet a tingling premonition told Satari that they were drawing close to the elusive town. It didn't matter either way: they had sunk too deep into the mist to turn around. 'Back to hostile terrain. Still the same, inhospitable place as ever, Misthenge.' Satari grimaced to no one in particular, and Iris gave up trying to placate her trainer. Much of it had to do with being in a prolonged state of confusion and irritation at the loss of vision. Satari was never the exuberant adventurous type: she had enough of trying to avoid sinking into the mud, or watching her white skirt get soiled by splashes of marsh. Why she chose to bash through the marsh, she didn't know. Yet she knew that she needed a more efficient way of transport... at least something that would spare her the trouble of walking through places she felt no affection towards. All the stumbling only made Iris more and more restless. The Smoochum would perk up suddenly and scour around in quiet panic, a notion that greatly perplexed and troubled Satari. Iris had tried to convince her trainer that such vigilance on her part were only founded by suspicions, but Satari couldn't feel at ease when Iris was in such distress. It didn't help that Iris' powers of perception increased with experience, and she had considerable sensitivity even at her age. Satari's inclination to ignore Iris' panicking state couldn't override her fears that Iris had mostly been right about the threats outside, and given that Satari couldn't see what was up ahead, she had no confidence to claim that Iris was over-imagining things. Purple dreams, like wisps of entangling nightmares, were scattered all over the mist. Blending into the fog, with its presence like poisonous effervescence, Satari began to swim arduously across the suddenly malicious fog, trying to break free of the choking smog. This was nothing like actual lethal poison that Grimers spit out - each fog, with purple outlines, were glowing with unknown malice. Immediately, Iris was alert and watchful, eyeing the suspicious cloud as it mutated into foggy shapes. Shapes that didn't make any sense, but yet seemed congruent with each other. They look like they come from the same source. Are these... projections? Nothing shocked Satari more than the dubious heap of flesh in front of her. At the centre of the swirling 'projections', Satari could barely make out a lump of shriveled, curled pink, slowly glowing faintly in the ghastly mist. Emptiness circled around the creature, denying the warmth that Satari had detected from the throbbing flesh. It was still, unmoving, and definitely not the object churning out those horrible purple nightmares, yet the clouds were encircling its fresh corpse, trying to refute the spiritual emptiness by filling that gap with something superficial similarly, but ultimately artificial. Satari did not know the creature that was dead, or how it died, but the foggy projections were trapping Satari with some suffocating thread of sorrow, as though she were spiritually connected to the creature by looking at these... memories? Then, the headaches. These are... telekinetic pulses released out of control. When Iris cleared Satari of the psychic influences, she was surprised at how clear-minded she remained. Maybe her mind had been twisted enough by a certain overpowered Gengar a few islands back to remain numb to this pain... With clearer inner vision, Satari got to the root of the clouds. Beside the Musharna, behind the thick purple fog shielding it from sight, a small Munna was spouting dark, purple smoke. Satari could sense a throbbing sadness behind the creature's violent regurgitation, as though the Munna's loss of control had sent its emotions shooting all over the place. 'These are... projections of the Munna's mind-' Then she understood. The creature's vomiting out everything. Its sadness is forcing everything out - everything it depends on to survive. 'That's suicide.' Involuntary suicide isn't suicide. Satari stared at Iris in surprise, but the Smoochum wasn't following the conversation anymore. Her black eyes were locked onto the fog, and a sudden burst of force flushed the clouds out of the way. The Munna had jumped in shock and stopped its vomiting, but it had no chance against the Smoochum's superior psychic powers. When their eyes locked - Munna couldn't resist its instincts - the Munna swayed hypnotically to Iris' gaze, until it stooped quietly into a peaceful, healing slumber. The lingering clouds of purple were starting to seep back into the Munna, but it was not purple anymore. Before the last wisp of memories were absorbed back into the Munna, Satari spotted a trace of pink. When the Munna wakes up, it should regain control of its powers. I've tried my best to contain her emotions so that she won't explode again. And there's a gift in return. 'What?' Munna tells me that Misthenge's just across the marsh. TL; DR
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| DarthEevee | Aug 21 2011, 07:47 AM Post #8 | |
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.5 5 trustTake 1 for helping the baby. Iris gets 1 and .5 for solving it.Go into Misthenge. <3 |
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| Kari | Aug 21 2011, 07:49 AM Post #9 | |
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for helping them out, as well.
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