Closed Dreams of the Past

[Stormecho]

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In Mt. Silver, there are places that echo weirdly, if one goes deep enough. The tunnels do not swallow the sound, and the walls are too straight, the rocks not rugged enough. As habitat goes, those tunnels are poor choices, because there are few places to hide when hunting and the walls hum unnervingly.

The mountain has many secrets now that trainers no longer probe its depths, and it keeps them with a patience that none can outlast. However, these are the oldest living secrets of the mountain...

And they will not be secrets for much longer.

One can hear footsteps now, echoing down these forgotten tunnels, eyes peering at the lichen-covered walls. Even deeper, there lies a door, barely recognizable as such as the glyphs marked the opening have long been encrusted and covered. Still, the humming is louder here, the walls of the tunnel smoother than ever, and the sheen of metal can be seen.

And beyond it?

Fates once stalled for almost a century have started to move again, preparing to forge new paths into a future bright with the fires of destruction.

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Inside the chamber, there were far less signs of age to show that the world had forgotten them. The blank walls of their prison or tomb had not changed, except that the light emanating from several of the crystals located on the ceiling had faded, growing erratic. However, the low droning noise emitting from them had never even faltered - a soothing sound at first, but eventually it grated on the bones, almost nerve-wracking in its intensity.

For the first time, the constant barrage of Hypnosis faltered, the crystals' light more desperate than before, flickering in and out. There was one desperate burst, the humming even louder than before - and then they shattered, shards raining down on the unconscious Pokemon below. It wasn't the impact that awakened a Skarmory, tucked into a corner with her head beneath one metallic wing. No, it was the noise, the hollow sound as the shards fell on her and bounced off.

The first thing she was conscious of was thirst, a dryness in the air that afflicted even her. Beyond that, she felt... stiff, muscles long unused protesting as she tried to lift her head. After that, there was confusion - who was she? She remembered a hand, cold eyes and sad ones, the futility of trying to breach a gap that could never be crossed. In the depths of the abyss... she existed.

Nephtys.

Her name, and then after that things became easier, the memory of battles, being valued, the honour of being chosen to stay here. She was one of the choices for the champion, groomed for it since birth, and that was why she was here. Everything clicked into place. She was here because this was her purpose, and all she had to do was wait. An easy task.

And yet, something was wrong... Where was the Champion? Surely the tournament had ended by now? Ignoring the other Pokemon - she had been asleep when half of them had arrived, and unless they were to fight her she would take no notice of them - she fixed her gaze on the door, spreading her wings slowly. There was no pain, just discomfort, and that was pushed aside easily enough. As for doubt? There was none.

 

[BlackTitress]

Titress' eyes flew open. Something had disrupted the attitude of the room, causing the constant sleep barrage to end. She rubbed her head a little as she looked around. The place looked the same as ever, only now, it looked rather run down.

How long have I been here... Was the first thought that came to her mind, but she pushed it away quickly and started to test her body. Her arms moved fine, she could see and hear and smell clearly... Everything seemed fine. She started to test her hovering, and that worked fine too. As far as she could tell, nothing was wrong with her.

And then she remembered her plans. Yes... Her plans to kill the champion that came down to collect them, but there was no Champion around. All she saw were the other sleeping Pokemon and one that seemed to be awake. Yes... She remembered. The Skarmory that was asleep far before any other pokemon that came. Her first thought was to kill it, but she was at a disadvantage against its Steel-type. So, she decided to go with the next best option.

Trying to get it to join her cause.

"Hello?" She asked quietly. "Excuse me, metal one, but, may I ask your name?" She knew she was moving rather fast, but, who knew how much time she had lost. She had expected to have started her plan by now, and she had some gut feeling that she was far behind schedule.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

In the chamber, there was nothing but a barely shaped dark mass. Closer examination would reveal that the mass did in fact have arms, and a head, but it as a whole was completely immobile - it had been that way for years beyond mortal counting.

It stirred. An arm twitched, and a hand flexed. Slowly, the head began to rise. As it rose, there was movement on its chest: two crimson eyes opened, followed by a vicious crimson mouth. Not a moment later, eyes opened on its back, and another mouth shortly followed. It glowed briefly with color, and soon it had stripes on its upper arms.

And then there was movement on the front of its head. It was a single eye, opening amongst a dark canopy. The eye peered menacingly out from this canopy, as if to warn any that saw it against attacking it.

He was not an it, of course. For forty-five centuries he had a name, a name that was a gift from his true master, and one that he saw as his only true possession:

Zrantox.

The Dusknoir who went by that name, having woken up, looked around at the blank room. For a moment, he was uncertain, confused about where he was or why he was there. He looked around at the steel walls in front of him shards of glass - or was it glass? - on the floor before him. He looked up to see crystals that were rapidly losing their glow.

That's when he remembered;

The chambers. Of course it was the chambers!

He looked around again. There were other sleepers; some too hazy to identify, but there was a Skarmory, one that also seemed to be just waking up.

So the humans have decided to enslave us after leaving us in here for... for... for how long doesn't matter. What matters is that the scum are returning.

The Dusknoir fixed his gaze on the door ahead of him, and began to count the number of seconds it would take for him to reach the door and escape before the humans arrived. If he left before they could seal him...

He would be free. Truly and perfectly free.

 

[Glace]

Len yawned quietly, the minute sound being almost inaudible. How long had the dragon been asleep? Certainly the guy would have awoken much sooner. And yet the creature had ignored the thing that had awoken him: the silent whisper of someone eching along the passageways. That, and he was only a few meters from the two who had seemingly just been awoken as well. He lay there, blinking his eyes a few times, slowly regaining his senses. His mind was perfectly blank; Len truly did not have any emotions at the moment. The dragon just sat there, appearing impassive.

Suddenly, the dragon's mind erupted with questions, answers quickly rushing to his conscience's rescue. Most internal debates were answered in due time, yet a few answers managed to be late on their arrival to assist the impacient questions. The creature thought to himself quite a bit, wondering why the supposed Champion had not even bothered to appear in front of the others in the chamber. Perhaps he had already chosen? No, that did not seem logical. Surely the fool would have tested a strong Pokemon such as himself.

Though Len wished to speak up with the other two, he dreadfully feared Ice types. And because of this phobia, the dragon was aware of which Ice type was which and how to identify it. And certainly the icy ghost before him was not giving a friendly impression. And so, the Pokemon remained silent, wishing that a domino effect on the awakenings of others would soon begin. Len shut his eyes calmly, his ears still prepared to detect the smallest possible peep in the cave.

The creepy atmosphere was not exactly assisting Len's mood either.

(Short post is short. Flashbacks will probably be mainly included in later posts for character development. Barely anything has ahppened, so...)

 

[Mai]

The sableye did not notice as her gems grew bigger, larger, and sharper, eventually almost entirely covering her body. She was asleep, a fake, unnatural sleep that spanned years, then decades, then centuries. The creature did not even feel the passage of time, and while she was slumbering the pokemon had no idea of what was occuring around her. She did not know that there would be no Champion when she awoke.

Diamond had barely shifted during her sleep (her current position had covered up almost all her weak points, and why change that?), her position set in stone as she grew to become almost unrecognizable. She was odd before, with pure gems that were much more costly than a normal diet of her kind. Her rest had left her unaware of this, however. Her steady state of unconsciousness had let her transformations go unnoticed.

That was about to change. A piece of debris harmlessly landed on the ghost type's nearly unbreakable extrusions, doing no harm to the faintly humanoid creature but nevertheless causing her to wake up. Despite the controlled atmosphere of the cave, after waking up Diamond felt right at home, as if this exact cave was her home, instead of Granite Cave. It had been for hundreds of years, but the cave dweller was unaware of that.

The first thing the sableye did was stand up and try to stretch. The fact that she had just tried instead of succeeding was the fact that Diamond was also ignorant to the fact that after decades and decades of sleeping her gems had gotten a lot bigger. This resulted in the goblin banging herself in the face with her own diamond extensions.

... What was that? Diamond was not stupid, as that previous episode had implied. She knew how big her own gems were, thank you very much. So therefore the fact that her diamonds had miraculously grown very large while she was asleep was a signal that something was very, very, wrong.

The second thing Diamond did once she awoke was look at herself. Her gems had grown, alright, and now she was covered head to toe in crystals. She was covered from head to toe in edible crystals. And the sableye, a gem eating creature, was quite hungry after her nap.

Eating her own gems was discouraged, though. She remembered her trainer saying to eat them in only the most dire times, as they were his to trim off and she had her own right in her hands most of the time. When she was starving eating them was allowed. However, usually she was not starving due to her leftovers.

Her leftovers were right beside her in a neat, glittering and expensive pile. There were diamonds, yes, but after her trainer was certain that she would keep growing the gems no matter what those snacks were gradually swapped out for rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, along with whatever other precious gem was on sale. Diamond reached out and grabbed a sapphire, casually munching on it and looking around.

Some other pokemon were waking up as well. That was fine, but not all that exciting. In fact, it was pretty boring watching the others wake up. Even though just a small nibble was food enough, Diamond bit into her blue gem with a loud crunch to pass the time.

 

[NightGhost]

The quite sounds of slowly dripping water and the sound of a crobat or two were nothing that had ever bothered her. But these new sounds irritated her more, ever since that fateful day she has turned 'evil' to all humans. The shattered crystals felt like a light mist that seemed to wake up her tired, and tense body. Then there were voices, she heard only a few, but they all seemed merged together. She waited bit the chamber made the sounds echo. Has the Champion come, will he give her another chance.

"Who goes there,"She says not opening her eyes. It seemed as if people where there, but who. And more importantly why. She awaited a response then opened her eyes. They were now Blood red from her growing hatered toward humans. Her eyes darted around the room. She made out 5 life forms. One was a Skamory, there was a Sableye One was a Duaknoir, another was a garchomp, and finally a frosslass. She could tell that the frosslass, the sableye and the skamory were female, the duaknoir was male, but the garchomp she was unsure of.

She slowly got up, grabbed her necklace that had a thunder stone on it, and walked over to the gathered pokemon. They seemed to have a mix of anger, confusion, and one of them felt a slight sadness. No wait that sadness was her own self, well it was more of disappointment. But as she though that dissapointment turned to anger.

"WHAT!" she said suddenly,"Why have we been awoken yet there is no champion to be found?" her tone turned back to normal. She sat and wrapped her tail around her body. How long have they been asleep? And why was there no human in the chamber? She awaited an answer, but gazed outside of the room. There were random zubats, golbats, and crobats around, along with some geodude. She watched as the wild pokemon became unedge, most likely because of this sudden awakening of these creature.

(ps she can see a little out of the room because it says that luxray can see through walls to hunt their prey)

 

[Darksong]

Other than that, life was normal. Especially outside, for one who had never ventured too far into the caves. Rei was one such Pokemon who had a relatively normal life, without being exposed to Trainers or anything of the sort. She didn't know it even existed; Pokemon training had died out years before she was born. The Sneasel, only ten years of age, could not possibly be aware of it. So she had no idea what was going on in the caves far below her on Mount Silver. Sure, she had gone inside a cave before, but not those from which the sounds echoed.

The dark blue Ice-type was sitting at the base of the tree as she always did when she was bored, or when she wanted to think. Right now, it was the former. She was extremely bored. That didn't happen often, since she liked to train, but she couldn't overdo it, and when she wasn't overdoing it, she was resting. The definition of resting, to Rei, was "sitting there, doing nothing, and being horribly bored." She wanted to do something.

Come to think of it, she had always wanted to explore outside Mount Silver. But had she explored the entire inside yet? She had been in caves a few times, but she was used to the forests, and never spent long in them. And those that she did explore, she didn't find much. But there was one passageway that she had never gone down that had stuck in her mind. It was slightly smoother and more echoing than the other tunnels, and she was sure that it grew more so as it went deeper, but she had never bothered to go deeper into the tunnel, so she had never found out.

Looking up at the sky, the Sneasel thought. If she was a Dark-type as well as an Ice-type, she shouldn't be afraid of exploring bone-chilling caves in the dark, could she? Her small ear-feather twitched as this thought occurred to her as well as her other ones. And exploring technically was "resting," anyway. She wasn't battling when she was exploring. Perhaps she could count this investigating of those tunnels as "resting." With this decision, Rei abruptly stood up, her eyes suddenly purposeful, and ran on two short but surprisingly fast legs to the entrance to the nearest cave.

This cave opened up into a larger passageway, but slowly grew narrower. It had a few forks in it, but Rei wasn't ever one to be afraid of getting lost. Sure, she had never gone very deep, and navigation wasn't her thing, but plenty of other Pokemon lived down there, so it wouldn't matter if she got stuck for a couple of days, compared to their lifetimes. The Sneasel chose an almost random direction, and only stopped for a moment to look around before dashing into the tunnel.

As she ran far enough, she thought, this was probably the tunnel she had been exploring before. The walls were a little smooth, but not very much. As she observed this and it grew darker, her pace grew slower, and quieter, until she eventually stopped. There was an odd feeling as she went through the tunnel. She turned around, and could still see the place where the smooth tunnel broke off from the other ones. It wasn't too late to turn back...

 

[Metalos]

One small step for mankind, was that so much to ask for?

"Prospero speaking, good day commander. Oh yes, we've gone our separate ways now. Go ahead and confirm our infiltration of the tunnels."

What preposterous incompetence. The earth was trampled and disturbed, marred by a carpet of human footprints arrayed in a haphazard mess all over the floor of the tunnel. Tutting reproachfully, a man with hair the color of polished aquamarine leaned forwards and lowered a gleaming boot to the floor, smoothing over a section of the ground with a sweeping curve of his foot. Crouching down, he extended his left hand forefinger and carved a sleek symbol with the tip of his fingernail, standing up afterwards and admiring the shape.

It was the letter G.

Stepping over it with a long stride, his body moving with a slight spring in his steps, he progressed onward with a smiling face. His pathway marked by tiny glowing crystals embedded in the walls that sparkled in clusters like stars, the darkness of the cave around him was soft and velvety, the gleaming white casing covering his right arm catching what little light there was in an ominous fashion. The soles of his feet changing tune midway through the tunnel, no longer making a soft shuffling, but a resounding clomp instead, he felt hard rock and gravel replace the sandy soil he'd been walking through up until now.

Just how far were these fools willing to venture in order to uncover the buried past? How deeply would they need to dig before they realized that they were grasping at shadows? His foot tapping against something in the thick gloom as he felt his footing carefully, he reached down, again with his left hand, grasping an empty plastic container with a faint odor of fruit. Taking a gentle whiff, the stale aroma made him wrinkle his nose, and he flung the discarded canteen away into the distance, listening intently to the echo produced when it struck more rock far ahead.

A circle on his chest lighting up with a golden glow - an illuminated letter G with the same font he'd carved into the ground before flashed repeatedly. An electronic chirping emanating from the device before he could continue his pursuit deeper into the cave. Holding out the exposed skin of his left hand, he pressed it down onto the blinking light, the device reading his palm scan and re-establishing a communications link to somewhere outside of Johto.

"Is that right? Very well, I shall expect to see her shortly. Thank you."

Allowing his arm to relax, it fell back down to his side. The light on his chest going out now that it was no longer transmitting any kind of signal. Sighing in a melancholy fashion, a trace of a scowl passing unnoticed across the suited human's face in the stifling dark, he remained standing upright, unable to continue any deeper into the caves without permission. Divided between ten grunts in a squad, bad luck had singled him out as the one to chaperone a mercenary, much to his dissatisfaction. And being something of an important person, she would have to be treated with respect and patience, none other than his own featured qualities.

Waiting for his celebrated escort to find the clues he'd left behind for her to follow, a trail of letters and numbers written in code, he wasted away the time by staring up at the ceiling and dreaming about the constellations he would see in the night sky above his homeland of Sinnoh.

Home. A place under different stars, a place with an open sky. Once this mission was over, he would go there.

 

[Mad MOAI]

The shattered gems made Caith start. Being a fighter, he had always had an instinct that made him almost far too alert. In fact, it bordered on making him melodramatic when it came to startling things - the clinking of the gems breaking on the floor of the chamber made the red fighting Pokémon immediately raise his head from his somewhat awkward sleeping position, and was about to leap to his feet when he noticed that there really was nothing that posed much of a danger. He wanted to go back to sleep, but he had been doing that for the past who knows how long, and it was probably about time his body got refreshed. He definitely didn't want to lose all of the training that he had built up back when he had been a Trainer's Pokémon.

He tried to rise to his feet, but his muscles had grown stiff out of disuse. Maybe he had been asleep for a lot longer than he had initially thought... in that case, it was about time to get up and start moving. As soon as his body agreed to the wake-up call.

By slowly adjusting his position, Caith managed to retain a sitting position within about two minutes. It was supposedly a long span of time, but it was a start. Perhaps he should begin with his arms... as soon as he figured out what the heck was going on. Why had the system in here suddenly failed? Surely that meant the Champion was here, but there were no humans to be seen. Just other Pokémon aroused from their sleep, about three quarters of which Caith didn't recognize.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

There were others, yes - Zrantox could see them. A Frosslass, a Luxray, even a Garchomp - all of them part of this ensemble of pokemon. No, none of them could call themselves pokemon - none of them had that privilege. Slaves was what they were - all of them slaves to the Champion. They were all slaves, and somehow Zrantox was the only one that realized this - as far as he knew, he was the only one that saw pokemon training for what it really was. None of his previous' trainer's pokemon realized it, and the Dusknoir had serious doubts that this particular batch would see it either.

Then the Luxray spoke up, wondering just where the champion had gone and why they'd been woken up. Zrantox saw this as his chance.

"Why? Does it matter why? We've awoken in these cursed chambers, and the humans were the ones that put us here to begin with. Isn't the only logical answer that they'll come back to ens- come back to us again? What other option could there be?"

he allowed himself an inward smile. He'd let just enough slip to sow the seeds of dissent among the group. Now he would see which, if any, agreed with his ideals, and which did not.

 

[NightGhost]

"well I sure hope a human arrives soon," Crystal said making it as if she loved to have a human trainer again,"so I can shred them to pieces, I have been here too long, let's make these reched humans pay."

Crystal grew a large smile, that combined with her red eyes gave her a very demonicish appearance. She wanted to feel the blood of a human trickle over her fingers. She remembered how she used to be shy and pampered. No that she has been there so long, she had changed. She is now sadistic and very temperamental.

Her eyes gaze around until she saw a new pokemon. She looked carefully and saw it was a sneasel.

"Looks like we have an uninvited guest," Crystal said,"Sneasel over there." she punted her tail to the north wall, relative to her position.

 

[hopeandjoy]

If there's one thing Leia could not stand, it was being assigned to the night-shift. It was freezing cold in these damned caves, and she only had the shining crystals to provide a dim, blue light to travel by.

She had worked all day long. For sun up until sun down she had toiled away, making tunnels to explore the cave by.

She had been ready for a good night's rest when she was informed that the man who had been taking the night shift was injured, so could she please take it up? When she refused, she had been reminded that she had almost caused a cave-in that day and hadn't taken the night shift in a year.

Cursing in as many ways as she knew how, Leia swung her pick-ax carelessly into the wall before her. If she wasn't out here to prove herself, she would just quit now.

But with one last hit, the wall before her crumbled. Panicking, Leia threw herself through the hole in the wall, expecting the tunnel they had carved to collapse. Again. But it didn't, and Leia was left to marvel at the tunnel she was in.

It was nowhere near as rough as the tunnel that the dig had been working on. It had to have been created by machinery; it was too smooth and round for natural processes, burrowing Pokémon, or human hands. It was darker than the old tunnel, but Leia felt compelled to continue down it.

This could be what we were looking for, she thought. At the end, there could be a cavern to start a base in and begin mining full scale...

Leia walked for a very long time, as the tunnel got darker and darker. But then it appeared: a literal light at the end of the tunnel. Leia at first was excited and almost ran forward, but then she remembered that it could be infested with Pokémon. Swallowing, Leia slowly peaked her head through the opening of the cavern.

 

[BlackTitress]

Titress quickly lost interest in the Skarmory as she noticed more Ghost-types emerge from the walls and such. She was glad that there were more that she could probably relate to if given the chance. But, she knew exactly what the Dusknoir was planning. She found it amusing how someone thought they could manipulate her thoughts. The mere thought of that was enough to laugh, but she resisted the urge. There were many pokemon in that small chamber that she could take advantage of, but she wasn't sure she would need that yet. Her first step was to plan her next moves.

The room itself might take a while to open, but there was enough strength in the room to eliminate that issue. All she had to do was to sit back and watch the weak-minded get stir-crazy. She covered her mouth and let out a small chuckle before turning to the Dusknoir.

"My my, someone sure is confident. What is to say that they haven't forgotten about is in this small chamber?" She said calmly. "Surely they must've had more important business to attend to?"

Her words were full of deceit. Whatever this Ghost's plan was, it was far different to her own plans. What she wanted was to get out and to obliterate those that had caused her pain. Then, if it was possible, she wanted to rule over all that were lesser than her. But, her first goal was to kill the first human she found.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

Zrantox had to admit that the possibility of the humans forgetting about this place had not crossed him. Having seen the development of humans, he was certain that they would only be woken up if the humans needed them. If he was wrong and this Frosslass was right...

If the humans have forgotten us, there are three important factors that come of this:

The first was that a great deal of time had passed since Zrantox's sealing. Perhaps even a century or two - or three. For a moment, the Dusknoir wondered what could have caused this to happen, only to remind himself that he had to focus on the next factor:

That being, if the humans had forgotten about pokemon, there was a good chance that they had developed to the point of no longer needing them. As comforting as it was - Zrantox smiled inwardly at the idea of pokemon no longer bound - it also came with the chilling realization that humans might have means to think themselves equals of pokemon.

And that had to be considered for the third and most important factor:

That being, if humans had forgotten about them, they had no way of realizing that a homicidal ghost was in their midst. If Zrantox had been forgotten, he was now free.

And he didn't forget humans, that's for certain.

"If that is so," he said, ever calm, "then you can't help but wonder what caused them to possibly forget about us. What could it be, I wonder?"

 

[Stormecho]

Nephtys shifted again as more of them awakened. She counted a Froslass, regard as chilly as her type, and a Dusknoir. A Luxray, a Garchomp, a Sableye... all of them unfamiliar to her, not that it mattered. If they were together on a team, all she had to do was follow orders. To get to know them was pointless - there would be no connection with her, no camaraderie that was normal among Pokemon. So, when the Froslass drifted over to her, she found it unusual - she had not made any overtures, and given they were all waiting for the same event, it didn't make sense to decide to interact unless the other wished to gauge her battle ability.

"I do not see the point in asking," she responded, voice flat. "But it is Nephtys." There was no inflection or interest, no following question to go along with manners. She honestly didn't care. She had the advantage if it came to a fight, both in speed and typing - there was little reason to fight and she doubted this would be what she was searching for.

The Luxray pointed out a Sneasel, and she clacked her beak. "I do not consider a wild Pokemon a threat. At your level, should you? There are Pokemon outside this chamber, living in the mountain. The tournament will not have changed that." Still, shouldn't there have been guards? Something about this was jarring, but she had ignored it up till now. The door had been made for human hands, and she saw no reason to try to force her way out. Someone would be coming soon - it wasn't blind faith, just an acceptance of facts that had been told to her and repeated a dozen times over.

The Froslass spoke up again in response to the Dusknoir, and she flared her wings, uninterested. "We were trained and captured for this, were we not? The humans adore the event they have planned - there is no reason why they would have forgotten us here." She had been respected and her trainer had wanted her to be... content. He had thought this would lead to that. She was certain their would have been some uproar, that someone would have remembered when there were so many powerful Pokemon together, collected from all the regions. Or else, truly something of consequence had to happen to upset them enough to forget about the tournament, and she could not think of anything so monumental.

((Bleuch, random browser problems and thus the admin comes in supremely late. :/

Edit: Damn it, Exo, stop ninja-ing me in my own roleplay!))

 

[Storm Earth and Fire]

Sinar patrolled the, usually, lonely tunnels that surrounded the sleep chambers. There wasn't much to see in the unnaturally smooth tunnels, the most that usually happened was the occasional hapless burrowing Pokemon that tried to eat into the chambers themselves. A psychic blast usually solved that issue, as Sinar felt the chambers were to be preserved, if only to save the souls inside, though they would probably be more than capable of defending themselves against wild Pokemon.

Today, though, was strange. On the other side of the wall, Sinar could perceive thoughts. Not the usual relatively random mutterings that sleeping Pokemon sometimes made, but ones that indicated alertness or awareness. As if the Pokemon within were awake. Some of them questioned what was going on, one plotted vengeance against the humans. Then one of them spotted another Pokemon through the wall and made a noise.

Sinar thusly attempted communication, I have lived on this mountain for far longer than you have been alive, in fact. Except for Zrantox, for he is beyond life. And I am on the other side of the chamber., it telepathically said to the Pokemon inside.

But as Sinar was about to begin another thought, another mind entered sight. This one was in fact, outside of the chambers and human, perhaps part of the group that has been digging up the mountain.

What are you doing here?, Sinar asked of the human, making sure the Pokemon inside didn't know that it was here at all, Do not enter just yet. They might see you.

 

[Lili]

The two male Liepards walked around each other, pacing back and forth. Their upper lips were curled in a snarl. Meanwhile, a female Liepard and her two Purrloins watched from a distance. Sadrapel looked up to her mother, Kleolep. The female Liepard had a calm look on her purple face, and she glanced down at her children. She gave them a smile, as if there was nothing to worry about. All three of the girls turned back to the two males that were about to fight.

Then it happened in a flash. The two lunged at each other, claws out and teeth bared. Both little Sadrapel and Lepasa gasped, and, as each were on either side of their mother, they curled up against her as if they were hatchlings again. The mother still had a calm look on her face.

"Don't worry, my little baby Purrloins. Your father will be alright. Males fighting happens all the time. It's very common in the wild," she said, and they both took some comfort in her unique accent that they had picked up. But still, they were a bit rigid at the thought of their beloved father fighting with some mangy old loner who just wanted their mother. And there was still some fear in them as well, as they knew what would happen if the loner won: he would kill them, as they were not his children.

Looking back at their father, they saw him jump forward, lashing out at the loner's face. Blood spurted out, temporarily blinding the loner as it ran into his eyes. There was a long scratch along his muzzle and forehead. The father of the twins took the opportunity to strike again, this time rearing up on his hind legs and scratching out at a crazy speed that the females could not follow, only seeing the results: the loner having his face pretty much shredded to pieces.

Sadrapel glanced over at her sister and mother, noticing both now had even bigger smiles on their faces. It was obvious that their father was going to win. So, she joined the two in smiling, pulling away from her mother and leaning forward in anticipation. They would not be killed. Their father would win, and they would be happy and safe and their lives could go back to normal. That is what she thought until the blood cleared from the loner's eyes, and he struck back.

The loner, with claws out, shoved his paw into the father's face, and in that moment, Sadrapel and Lepasa did not know what happened, because their mother jumped in front of them as to block their vision. They heard a strange guttural growl from their father, and then a screech. The loner had attacked him again, and then the screech was cut off suddenly. When Kleolep pulled away from her babies, she gasped in horror. The smile that was on her face disappeared completely, like it wasn't even there to begin with.

"Adrapoel... ADRAPOEL!" The twins jumped back from their mother, who yowled like nothing they had heard before. The grieving mother sprinted down, away from them, towards the loner and the body of their father, and tackled to loner to the ground. The twins could do nothing as they watched in horror as their mother's claws started to glow a red-violet color, then dug into the loner's chest. There was a sickening squelch, and then the loner fell limp. Both of the twins ran down to their parents, and looked at the body of their father. He was just a limp as the loner, and his eyes had been pierced by the loner's claws, leaving only bloody lumps in the eye sockets. Lepasa started mewling in terror, and ran towards her mother, who was now hanging over the body of their father. Meanwhile, Sadrapel just sat there, staring at her father's corpse, thinking about how her world had been shattered.

The Liepard awoke with a start from her afternoon nap. Her heart was still beating a million times a minute, and she slowly got control of herself. By the time her heart rate had returned to normal, she noticed the little Purrloin curled up in the crook of her arm. Whenever she saw that precious little face, she couldn't help but smile.

The mother than sat up, stretching out her limbs, and waking her daughter from her sleep. Sadrapel had grown up, and was now a powerful Liepard, the spitting image of her mother, except for the strangely-long whiskers and brighter-colored 'mask' over her eyes. However, that didn't stop her from having the nightmare every time she shut her eyes for an afternoon nap.

"Mew?" She looked down at her daughter, whom she had christened Chora, the Purrloin looked up at her with large green eyes. The mother bent down, taking the baby in her mouth, and walked away without saying a word. She was a Pokemon of little words.

She and her daughter had come to Mount Silver after hearing about a certain movement, something to do with Pokemon in chambers that were sleeping. The humans had put them in there. She hadn't looked inside of the mountain yet, but she knew from the rumors that there was a cave deep inside. She just had to find out if the rumors were true. She needed to know if the world would be a better place for her little Chora, like the others promised it would be.

On her way to where she thought the cave entry was, she spotted a Sneasel in the distance. She immediately crouched down so the Pokemon would not see her, Chora still hanging in her mouth. Sadrapel prayed to Kyurem that the Sneasel would not notice her. Not that it mattered, anyway. She wasn't planning to attack or eat it, as she was already full from the Patrat she had found earlier. She just wanted to be stealthy for the hell of it.

The Sneasel, however, did not noticed her, to her delight, and it had taken off towards the mountain. Sadrapel followed, keeping a safe amout of distance between her and the Sneasel. She was downwind, so it wouldn't be able to smell her yet.

Finally, the Sneasel came to an opening in the mountain. Sadrapel's ears perked up. Was this the entrance to the cave that she had been hearing about? Would this solve all of her problems for her and and child? The Sneasel, which she could now tell was female from her ears, started into the cave, and Sadrapel was quick to follow.

It seemed the female Sneasel almost knew where she was going, turning in different directions as Sadrapel followed her scent. When the Sneasel had finally stopped, the Liepard ducked behind a pillar so that she could not see her. It was all in vain, though, when the Purrloin hanging from her jaws mewled loudly. Sadrapel huffed in frustration. One of the downfalls to being one the stealthiest Pokemon known in the world, along with being a parent, was having a noisy kit.

 

[Arylett Charnoa]

(Apologies if I get anything wrong. There was just so much to read and I sort of skimmed over most of the bits that didn't involve my character.)

"You mean now."

There was very little to describe of how she had appeared. She had followed the steps wordlessly, her face in its perpetual thoughtful scowl. Really, paying attention to the scenery was a waste of time in the first place. To etch its image upon the recesses of even her short-term memory would be a waste of mental capacity, all the capacity she needed for her goal anyway.

Her "partner" came into view as somebody who didn't look very threatening. In fact, none of these Galactic goons quite did. They all looked similar, but it really wasn't any of her business. What made this one special from all the others? Nothing, absolutely nothing. She just hoped he wouldn't get in her way. If he did, she'd ensure personally that he didn't. The faster they got this over with, the better. This mission actually mattered, for if they didn't stop it, it would ensure the transformation of the entire face of society.

Her ivory coat swished into the view of the man in front of her, as her cold steel eyes bored into him rather impassively. To most, this would be rather unnerving. The blond-haired woman had taken on a rather stiff stance, one that did not indicate a flexible personality. In fact, it was as unyielding as the steel in her eyes. A posture of authority, nobody would cross her.

But this was getting too wordy. She hated wordy.

Getting right to the point, her next few words were: "Give me a report of what you've done so far, and I'll take it from here."

 

[NightGhost]

"now did I say they were a threat?" Crystal replied with much amusement,"I nearly point this out because I could sense what kinds of creatures were out there before but this one is new."

She just started walking around, there must be an exit.

(sorry very short post)

 

[BlackTitress]

Titress chuckled at the Dusknoir's statement. Of course she knew what that meant. She wasn't an idiot. She planned things days in advance just so nothing would go wrong. Although, she did think that this other ghost would make a good accomplice. As a matter of fact, the whole room was full with people she could use. The reason they were down there was because they were the strongest after all.

"Well, if they don't need us, good riddance. The foolish humans are the reason why I will never be able to feel like a true Ghost Pokemon.. After all, what is a Ghost that can't phase through walls..." She covered her mouth and gave a fake cough to try and take attention away from herself. She quickly regained her composure.

"I am Titress, not that it really matters." She stated, introducing herself.