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Closed Dreams of the Past

Caith didn't really have a desire to start attacking the door. He had thought that he should let the other Pokémon - the special attackers - do it instead; he didn't think that his muscles worn from disuse would have enough power to allow him to bust the door open without busting a few of his bones as well. Metal was a hard substance, and though he remembered that Fighting was good against Steel, it might be a bit different outside of a Pokémon battle. After all, Pidgeots didn't really get struck by lightning all that often when they flew through the sky. Even if there was a thunderstorm, they'd probably all be roosting rather than soaring about in the dark.

After about a minute, the door successfully collapsed, albeit inward. Fortunately Caith had retained his position near the back of the cave, and so none of the metal touched him as it rained down like slicing hail. Now, it was about time to go out and find his Trainer.

He only made it a few steps, though; after that he stopped, for two different reason. For one, there was a Pokémon outside, and it had a type advantage against him - if it was a guard or if it was there to prevent the sleeping Pokémon from getting out, he wouldn't want to act hostile because he'd surely lose the fight against a Solrock. From what he knew they had relatively good defense, as they were more physical-based than Lunatone. The second reason he stopped moving was that the nearby conversation reached his internal ears. Something about the Pokémon in this room being... relics. Did that mean that they were about a hundred years old by now? He hoped not. Sleeping for more than a day straight could make your muscles stiff too.

A commotion then broke out between the black electric lion and a couple of Pokémon outside. Caith didn't say anything; he didn't want to get involved in a fight yet. He'd wait to practice on something easier, and something more willing to spar with him. He wouldn't attack a random Pokémon off the route for no reason, unless it asked him to fight.

He took a few more steps towards the door. He would probably wait to go outside until he was sure these Pokémon weren't hostile. The Sneasel seemed defensive rather than offensive, so he might be able to ingratiate himself with her, but he wasn't sure about the Liepard and the Solrock...
 
Annoyingly enough, there was a dark Pokemon in the chamber, and now two had arrived on the scene, going relatively unnoticed by Sinar. It didn't like vocalizing things.

You have been inside the chamber for roughly 36,500 solar cycles. Or roughly 100 seasonal cycles., Sinar told the Skarmory.

And then to everybody, Sinar began explaining a bit more to everybody, I recall the purpose of this chamber was to store you, the most powerful Pokemon to ever be trained by humans, until some human of suitable skill appeared. In the meantime, however, the practice of humans training Pokemon seems to have fallen out of favor for reasons I cannot explain. Now, if your placement within the chambers was against your will, then I cannot say anything about that, nor can I help you.

And then Sinar added something directed at the Skarmory, but told everyone, This human behind me was most likely not alive when Pokemon and humans still cooperated, based on my observations of human lifespans. Thusly, this human is not a trainer, much less the most powerful one that was supposed to come for you.

Finally, Sinar beamed a thought solely at the human behind it, They are simply confused as to the state of the world as it is. From your kind's point of view, they have been asleep for a very long time.
 
((... I was also under the impression that the floor was made of stone! Oops.))

Diamond was innerly cursing the dusknoir. That was not what she meant! Her instincts screamed for her to attack with whatever she could; preferably something lethal but anything to let that smug, arrogant ghost that dared to share half her type know that she was irritated. What she had wanted was a calm, reasonable explanation for why they were not curious about the champion. Also why they did not enjoy caves (although honestly this was a pretty terrible excuse for a cave and her old home suited her much better)! Clenching her hands into a fist (and dropping her gems in the process), she wondered how strong that dusknoir really was. Her physical attacks were not that strong, but that was for a reason. She could give him a taste of his own medicine, if only he packed a real punch that'd be nice...

Wait. The teachings of her past trainer poured into her, frustrating her immensely but stopping her from instigating a battle that she now realized she might regret. The froslass seemed to be on the dusknoir's side, and that was not good. Defensive, Diamond. You will last forever, and like a true sableye you will not show weakness. And weakness is starting a battle you cannot win. She was starting to hate her trainer for making her wait. The dusknoir deserved it, and as soon as she got a chance she would enact her revenge. Eventually, Dusknoir. When I find a time that will satisfy my trainer, then I will act. And I will show him I am more than a mentally defiencient glutton.

Somewhat appropriately, now was the time that the door finally decided to burst apart. Even though the others seemed ecstatic to run out, the sableye hesitated. She had just now realized she had dropped her gems (her trainer really should have gotten her a sack for them or something, seriously), and she had to stop to pick them up. While doing so, she considered when it would be appropriate to exact her revenge. Not now, though; it would be too obvious. And while it would be nice to see the ghost groveling before her feet and apologizing (or something), it was clear even to her that it would never happen. So it would be much better and easier just to commit her revenge in secret, something mundane enough so that seemed like bad luck to the ghost but would be satisying enough to call her revenge.

Sadly, nothing came up. If only her trainer had let her learn some actual moves she would be great, but she had nothing great in her arsenal of "attacks" that would do the trick. She could do it with manipulation only, but sadly the froslass was with the dusknoir and she had no idea about the others. Perhaps if she got to know one of them it would help her with her revenge. She could consider this later. Revenge could wait for her to catch up with the group. It had to, after all. Picking up her gems and walking out into the tunnel, she saw a human and a solrock hovering in front of her. Which was interesting. Was the human the champion? If so, was the solrock there in the chamber all the time without her noticing?

That was... slightly unsettling. Did she not notice something else? What if she missed something important? At this rate someone could be right behind, ready to stab her in the back! She had diamonds on her back, but were they strong enough? She hadn't even realized her own diamonds had grown before! This was extremely uncomfortable, this unalertness.

... What was that?! She turned around frantically, relieved not to see a knife at her back (but if she didn't see it how would she know it wasn't there?) but still very shocked. She heard something; and she knew it. Should she approach the others? No, they hated her. And if the dusknoir was unaware of this? Then it would be immensely satisying if the creator of the disturbance was hostile. Diamond still had to know herself what was happening, though. Cautiously the gem-studded creature slinked off from the group, and she was both shocked and satisfied when the pokemon saw a human right around the corner.

What should she do? He was holding a gun. And if she wasn't cautious, he might shoot. But he was a danger! A danger to the dusknoir, she realized. Smirking, the dark type realized that if she played this right she might get revenge. Even if human guns worked on her, she had diamonds protecting her. Her name was quite an asset, and her stupid trainer seemed to at least be a little intelligent to give her it. However, while she very much wanted to ask him for a favor she just couldn't make herself to approach him. Her trainer's orders were idiotic once more. I'll wait and see what he does, Diamond thought, and if he seems right I'll try to get him to dispose of the dusknoir. Standing off from the crowd, the sableye considered the boy carefully and waited to see what action he would take.

And then she heard something again. Faint and almost unintelligable, a mumbling in the back of her head that would not go away. Turning back anxiously (was she crazy?) the sableye was only slightly satisfied to see that it was the solrock "speaking". It was speaking through telepathy, which the dark type obviously couldn't hear well. Is it explaining whether that lady is the champion? According to her luck it probably was. She was going to be left out of this purely because of a type immunity. Sparing a glance at the human before going, the sableye creeped back into the group and right beside the solar pokemon. Who had no visible mouth, from what she could tell. "You don't have a mouth, do you," Diamond muttered somewhat agrily. "Could you telepathize a little louder, then? I'm a dark type here, so if you could actually speak that would be great."
 
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Zrantox could have rejoiced when he "heard" the news from that Solrock. If what it was saying was true, then pokemon training was fully and truly dead. No longer would pokemon be forced to do battle against their own kind by the humans. No more would the human desire for war be vented through forcing pokemon violence. If this was true, then Zrantox's freedom was certain.

That being said, there was one simple thing that kept Zrantox from considering this an actual victory: If humans had reached a point where they no longer considered pokemon training necessary, then they had likely developed to the point where it became unnecessary. If true... well, the idea of humans that could actually defend themselves from pokemon on their own was a concerning thought.

This includes that human female, Zrantox thought, glaring at the human that had accompanied the Solrock, I will have to wait and see just what they are capable of as of now... someone will have to be my test subject. Someone such as, say...

That Gluttonous Sableye. He saw little reason for that creature to continue to exist - at least the Garchomp and Skarmory made efforts to break the door down - so if that fool were to fall in battle first... well, Zrantox would be a little more satisfied in his ultimate goal.

Patience still, he told himself, your journey has only now just begun. the humans will die out in due time. You just need to wait.
 
Something appeared next to Sinar. It was a Sableye. A dark type. Sinar's only problem with them was that it couldn't communicate on it's own terms with them. If it possessed a respiratory system, Sinar would sigh at the Sableye's lamenting at the fact that she couldn't catch any of what Sinar said.

Warming up something that hadn't seen use in a very long time, Sinar vocalized, "The human behind me is not the one who was meant to find you, who have been inside the chambers slumbering for roughly one hundred seasonal cycles. The human practice of training Pokemon, and as far as I have seen, any cooperation between humans and Pokemon, ended some time ago. You are a relic of a time long past. Humans appear to largely view Pokemon with suspicion and hostility."

After this tiring exercise, Sinar noticed someone else now inside the tunnel. Another human, but this one of the opposite gender.

Sinar told him roughly the same thing it had been telling the first human, At least two of the Pokemon that have exited the chamber are intent on killing any humans. I suggest you escape as quickly as possible, these Pokemon were placed inside the chambers due to the fact that they were the most powerful of those humanity trained.
 
Rei could suddenly hear speaking, but it wasn't one of the Pokemon who was talking out loud. It sounded like it was coming from inside her mind. Like she was thinking it, but... she wasn't. She glanced around, daring to take a step closer to the other Pokemon. The Sneasel looked at all of the Pokemon, wondering which one was the Psychic one who was talking. But she couldn't tell. Many of these Pokemon she hadn't even seen before. Oh, well, it didn't matter to her at the moment; what the thing was saying was more interesting.

So these Pokemon had been asleep for one hundred years?! Rei didn't think that was possible! They didn't look hungry or old or anything. They looked just fine, apart from being a little rusty, in terms of battle skills. But the mention of humans had also caught the Sneasel's attention. She was only a decade old, but all of these Pokemon were over a century old; she had never even heard of this "Pokemon training" practice. So humans had raised Pokemon to battle before was what the telepathic Pokemon sounded like it was saying. It was mysterious to Rei, but... somehow it made sense. It also told her that these sleeping Pokemon really were very strong. She probably shouldn't threaten them, she told herself. So she would only strike if it was in self-defense.

Then, as she looked around, she noticed that there was more than one human here. One of them was more threatening than the other, though; the male had some sort of metal, dangerous-looking device. With such little exposure to humans, Rei had no idea that the thing was a gun, and that it could easily kill her with one shot, especially with her weakness to fire and steel. The Sneasel didn't cower, because she didn't know what it was, but she was cautious as she continued to figure out what was going on. She didn't want to leave just yet.

And she was almost glad she didn't leave, because the telepathic Pokemon said one more important thing: in these times, humans viewed Pokemon with "suspicion and hostility." Rei almost cringed at the thought, and she glanced around at the humans, who still hadn't done much, at least to her. She could tell that they were frightened or angry, but... would they attack the group without any reason? One of them looked suspicious, like he was wondering why there was such a big group here. Suddenly, Rei was afraid, and for a few seconds, her crimson gaze didn't leave the human. How she wished she could talk to him to explain the situation! Maybe one of the Ghost-types could do that for her... But she didn't ask yet.
 
Watching and waiting for the girl to make a move, frozen by fear as she was, Prospero felt his patience beginning to slip away. Unable to gather any information of meaning at this distance, he was about to break cover and turn the corner when he hesitated. A voice reverberating inside his brain. As much as he viewed his mind as his sanctuary - a place he liked to keep private - the voice brought with it important news. His anger at having something snooping around inside his brain mollified by the value of the information.

The Pokemon assembled before the girl now, the ones leaving the chamber, they were all relics from the dark ages of human history. The time of Pokemon training. Preserved here for countless years, at least two of them were confirmed hostile.

His superiors would need to be informed of this. But first, he had to get the girl out of danger. Her eyewitness account was worth more than his own life at this point, assuming she had also been given the same knowledge my the same mysterious, psychic informant. To think that THIS was what the diggers had unleashed in their foolhardy efforts to re-live the past! The thought of it made him irrationally angry. He hated Pokemon. They weren't useful. There was nothing even likable about them. All they were was obstacles to humanity, monsters lurking inside every child's closet, lying in ambush by the tall grass. The destruction they could cause if left unchecked was unparalleled. Gyarados could sink fishing boats. Tyranitar could demolish cities. They were a nuisance with no right to life.

As stupid as this other human was though, this girl, she did have a right to live. Although her actions seemed to indicate that she cared nothing for her own safety, standing by and doing nothing as hostile Pokemon gathered around her, even helping to unleash them by joining up with this loathsome expedition, it was important that she carry on. Though her past was corrupted - the past was a meaningless thing. It was mute, intangible, and gone. Her future remained a blank slate. Her life could still mean something.

He wouldn't give up on her. She had to survive. Even if it would cost him everything.

Emerging from behind the wall, he came out from his corner and raised his weapon. Crossing the distance between himself and the girl as quickly as possible and positioning himself so that he was now standing in front of her. Ready to take the full force of any attacks without hesitation.

"Girl, are you alright?"

He whispered over his shoulder, his voice betraying only the concern he felt for her life, keeping his frustration that she'd chosen to place herself in such danger quietly hidden. Wasn't part of caring about people hating them too? It always seemed to be the case with him. Gratitude was the last thing he'd expect from her, even if the pair did manage to make it out alive. All he asked from her at the moment was a little cooperation.

"I'm from the Team Galactic security firm. It's my obligation to protect you. So please, we must be leaving now."

Move it, you stupid woman! That was what he wanted to say. But the last thing he needed was to make her lose her wits any more than clearly she already had. The Pokemon would pick up on it if they were afraid. Keeping his eyes fixed on the group in front of them, his hands stable as they gripped the handle of his weapon, he glared back at them with hatred in his eyes and a confident smile on his face. He'd like it if they tried to cross him. Any excuse to send them back to sleep with the rest of history.
 
So, she had been right.

The girl was not the Champion, not a trainer at all, and the thought of being considered an enemy by humans was only a fact she accepted. She would clearly not be able to approach any humans once they got out of the mountain. There were few choices: haunt human settlements and observe them, or go into the wild and attempt to survive. Surely, the world had changed since her training.

The Solrock was doing its best to communicate with everyone, apparently, given the low voice in her head and then the significant pauses when it had doubtless turned its attention to someone else. "A hundred years..." she repeated. "And you do not know why. Can you ask this human for the reason? Otherwise, staying here is useless." She had no purpose here, and there was something pressing about the corridors, the instinctive fear of being closed in crashing down. The chamber had been large and hollow and she had been unconscious - the corridors were made for humans, not something with wings. Her edginess was not even a true feeling, just triggering the urge to move and find a strategically advantageous spot. Did any of the tunnels angle upward? She couldn't remember what path had been taken when she had been brought here.

She moved forward carefully, wings held at an awkward angle. The floor was relatively even, but she wasn't built to walk for long, a fact she was acutely aware of when forced to walk and stand still rather than fly. Movement nearby, footsteps echoing along, made her clack her beak, looking around suspiciously. There were wild Pokemon nearby, of course, but despite the fact that this was deep in the mountains, there was at least one human here. "What are humans here for, if not for us? Why come down here?" she asked the Solrock, intending it to translate for the human. There was too little information, and most of the group seemed so impulsive, their emotions flaring up and driving them to unknown or vague purposes. Given all the posturing of the Luxray, and the melodramatics of the Duksnoir and Froslass earlier, some of them intended to kill any human they encountered. Likely, they were not thinking rationally, focused only on their revenge. Perhaps it was just being rusty from their apparent century long slumber, or the Psychic's presence, but none of them had attacked the human yet, something of a miracle considering their professed hatred of humans and this place.

Another human suddenly darted out from around the corner and she took a clumsy step back, wings spread fully on case he came at her - but no, he just trained a weapon in the general direction of the group and interposed himself between the Pokemon and the girl. He was... protecting her. He thought them a threat - an assumption that would quickly be made true if the others reacted as she expected them to. "Don't move!" she called out, turning to stare at the two Ghost-types. "He has a weapon. A hundred years have passed - perhaps weapons are stronger and can harm us now. There could be more of them as well. There are too many unknown factors to attack, though I could care less of what you personally think of humans or your reason for being here. Control yourselves." Her voice was stern, but aloof and cold - she truly didn't care, as long as they didn't bring the tunnels down or killed them all in their efforts to eliminate a human or two.
 
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To the untrained eye, it would look like Zrantox was perfectly calm - an ideal image of stoicism and decorum - and was actually taking the presence of not one, but two humans rather well, especially considering that one of them was shielding the other - that he did not act like he would have normally when humans were nearby. It would normally be a commendable sight - had they not taken a closer look at the Dusknoir.

Because in reality, Zrantox's body language gave clear hints that he was anything but calm. He was clenching and unclenching his hands into fists, and whenever he clenched the fists, a little dark energy would flare. His eye blazed with barely controlled rage. The sight of two - two - humans in these tunnels was a huge signal to Zrantox that there was some reason that they'd been woken; it certainly was no coincidence that they'd woken up and humans had arrived at the tunnels. But what did indicate?

Briefly, Zrantox had considered the notion that the Solrock had been lying, that pokemon training still existed and that one of these two humans was here to enslave them all. He dismissed that idea when he realized that if these humans did want to catch them, they would have done something to that end by now.

And that second human... well, his protecting the female was no surprise to Zrantox. The human race's attitude towards their own kind jumped from wanting to protect to wanting to kill. It was yet another reason that they were a weak and flawed species. A species that spread like weeds, or a virus.

Back to the matter at hand: Zrantox knew that if he didn't make a move, there was a very good chance that the humans would go off on their own, where the Dusknoir could pick them off at his leisure. Patience was necessary. Patience-

Then that Skarmory spoke up, saying that if the humans couldn't provide a reason for their extended imprisonment, then staying here was pointless. Zrantox couldn't help but let off a small, derisive laugh at that. "Of course staying here is pointless either way, Skarmory," he intoned, "why would we continue to stay in caverns that existed solely to keep us imprisoned? Why did you allow yourselves to be imprisoned in this way? All we are seen as now - by those humans - are relics of a time that is clearly better forgotten. Doubtless that they came here to ensure that we are forgotten from time completely. That weapon, Skarmory is more than enough evidence that they came here for that purpose - and the moment they make that intention is clear... well, as the saying goes, all bets are off."
 
"Wait you said we have been in there for a hundred years," Crystal said in disbelief,"Well then have you invented time travel?"

This may have sounds like abattoir question but she wanted to go back to when humans and pokemon lived together. Then she noticed a symbol on the mans shirt, a letter 'G'. So he was part of team Galactic. She remembered that before this long sleep they were just forming. She didn't like them, they were evil. From what she heard, all they wanted to do as crate a perfect world in their image. But maybe they have changed, she wasn't going to take that chance. Stil on guard she lowered her outward appearance to make it seem as if she was calm and nonhostle.
 
Titress was rather shocked at what was going on. Not only had she just been told that they had been sleeping for a hundred years, she also discovered two humans inside the tunnel. Now that made her angry. The fact that they had given up on using Pokemon to battle wasn't a good sign either. That meant that it would take much more time to get humans to bow to her once she ruled. Oh well, the next option would be to kill them.

Then there was that useless little Solrock. She wondered what it was doing telling all of this information... Then again, she probably wouldn't have been able to stop. There was also the scuffle between the Luxray and the Sneasel in the corner, but she ignored them. A reckless lion like that would have no use to her in the long run.

It was the Dusknoir's movements that bothered her the most. It may not have been talking that way, but it sure looked angry. A small smile appeared on her face when she realized a little more. Slowly, she leaned over to where an ear might be on its head and whispered some "encouraging" words.

"You know as well as I do that they are thinking of how to control you. They may even be thinking of you as nothing but a puff of smoke. Of course, I don't think that, but we know how disgusting humans are."

She didn't go any farther than that. Her hope was that he would attack the humans with her following shortly after and then use him as a meat shield if necessary.
 
Purrloin? She was no Purrloin. She was a proud, strong Liepard. Maybe the Pokemon wasn't a Luxray at all, if she could not see through walls. Although maybe she was referring to Chora, even though little Chora did not say anything.

Then the door collapsed. Sadrapel hissed, drawing her crying kit closer to her. A skinny Throh appeared, along with other Pokemon. they were obviously very strong. So, it was true. The Sleepers really did exist. She didn't know whether to be jocund or fearful. She now knew that they had been sleeping for a hundred years. Reminded her of some of the myths about the legendaries that she had heard about as a child. Were these Pokemon now of mythological standards?

She hadn't even noticed the Solrock and the human before. She was too wrapped up with the Sneasel. She never even got the weasel-like Pokemon's name. It didn't matter, it wasn't like they were going to become best friends or anything.

She focused back on the Luxray. She looked at everyone else in the cave. This was happening all too fast. Her kit was caterwauling in fear and confusion. She herself felt like curling up next to her baby and closing her eyes to block out all this nonsense. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have come looking for the Sleepers. Maybe she should have just stayed back in the forest she was born in, with her baby, and her mother and sister, and with her lost mate. She missed that Cincinno.

"May someone tell me what in the name of the Distortion world is going on here? I do not fully comprehend all of this."
 
"ah so you are the one who spoke before," Crystal said to the liepard, "My apologize you see after a long sleep my skills aren't up to par, my majestic liepard. Also I have never seen one of your species in person, it is an honor."

Crystal wanted to be on the side of that liepard, no matter how much she had to degrade herself. She had always loved cat pokemon, so this was a good time to befriend her. Also a dark type is great to have one her team, or vice versa.
 
Zrantox's gaze slowly slid from facing the humans toward looking at the Frosslass, though it contained no less rage. It really did seem that this ghost was encouraging Zrantox to go on the offensive, which the Dusknoir knew was foolish, especially considering that weapon that they had. That in turn made the intentions of this Frosslass obvious - him attacking would set her up to make a move that only benefited her, be it either taking him down and reaping the benefits, or simply hoping that he'd weaken the humans and enough for her finish them off when the time came.

Well, either way, he wasn't going to fall for it. On the other hand, if he played along...

"We do indeed know how sickening these vermin are, and they are fools if they think they can control any of us. And of course they think little of us - arrogance is the only trait that they constantly show over the course of forty-five centuries. The moment they give indications that they wish to control us... well, I am certain that a battle will break out."

If Zrantox had a mouth, he'd be grinning maniacally. After all, his choice of pronouns was no accident. If this Frosslass and he both were to survive (and Zrantox fully intended to bring her along his crusade for as long as he could) then he would have to make her think she was in the exact same boat as he was. And who knows - maybe she was.
 
Well... It seemed that she underestimated this Dusknoir. She must've been really desperate or have been sleeping too long to misjudge the Dusknoir's character and intelligence, since that was one of many good things she had. It must've been sleep... Yes, certainly. She never got someone's intelligence wrong... She looked over at the Dusknoir and gave a small chuckle.

"I suppose you're correct... Then I assume we either clean up after the others or we sneak out during the commotion, am I correct?" She whispered again. Her thoughts were to stick around with the Dusknoir. Her plans seemed to match his well. "After all, what is competing in a small battle as this going to gain us?"

She looked over to the cavern where their path of escape would be most likely. If she froze the cave behind them... No. She agreed to follow her own advice. If they were to do any damage, they would have to go to the central cities. It was always good to strike at the heart.
 
The Pokemon remained where they were. As if recognizing the fact that the weapon he was pointing at them was indeed dangerous. Remarkably self-aware, as far as dumb beasts went, their eyes were on him now. Not the girl. That was good then, she could escape. A few of them were chattering however, whispering in hushed voices, and one of them - a Dusknoir - was flexing the fingers on it's hands, clearly at odds with the situation. Well then...

Lifting his arm upwards, Prospero pointed his gun at the age-weakened rocks that made up the tunnel ceiling. Raising an eyebrow daringly, a smile still plastered to his features.

Did they think they had a choice but to behave? One wrong move. Any attempt to attack or escape, and he'd bury them all under this mountain forever. A Galactic grunt like any other, his life dedicated to serving a cause; Prospero would think nothing of sacrificing himself if it meant keeping these beasts forever contained. Barricaded inside this mountain with no chance of escape. To see their faces as they were sealed away by rock and stone would only make the experience more enjoyable. In fact, it was almost tempting. If any of them thought that he wasn't being serious about it either, why, then they could just take a step forward and try him.

There was only one thing lingering in the back of his mind that protested otherwise.

"Miss. I really must insist that you depart. Now. My associates are outside, they can protect you. But here you will not be safe much longer."

Killing the girl in the cavern's collapse was the one thing keeping him from bringing down the whole chamber, sealing these sleepers up again, and dashing their hopes of ever being free. Although only two of them had been confirmed as hostile to humans, he didn't know which two they were, and neither would it matter. The other Pokemon didn't deserve life either. The oxygen they inhaled with each breath was travesty. The past was not something living and breathing, it was dead and lifeless. History was filled with mistakes - mistakes like these Pokemon. To let them leave here alive would be to contaminate the future. And he would not allow that happen.

But to do so right now would mean killing a human in the process. Unless she was willing as he was, doing so was something he could not justify.

How he hated it. How he hated her. She was taking up space that should by now be swallowed up by falling earth. One of the idiot archaeologists who'd come here and let these abhorrent creatures free, a spineless fool who stood complacently and did nothing while she was surrounded, he couldn't believe that he was incapable of killing someone like that. That he still cared for her; rather like a person cares for a blind, incontinent relative with a speech disorder. She was pathetic. But against all logic she was still human. No, he couldn't kill her. Only buy time for her to run, run with death at her heels while he brought this whole blasted mountain down on top of those repulsive relics of humanity's foolishness.
 
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Zratox's planning was interrupted when one of the humans pointed his weapon at the ceiling, and insisted that the female escape. It didn't take long for the Dusknoir to put two and two together, and he started to laugh shortly thereafter. This was simply too good.

"Do you see this, my fellow escapees? This human has the gall to try and take us all down with him, likely unless we do what he desires. This human is showing us all his kind's true nature - and there are those among you who believe that his kind is worth following? Well, I won't have any of that." He pointed his hand at the hand holding the weapon, and it started to gather dark energy. At the same time, he began to turn intangible - his mass was clearly less solid than it had been moments ago.

The message should be clear to the human: try anything, and if my Dark attack doesn't kill you, I'll just phase through the rubble and hunt you down if you survived. Zrantox hoped that the human was smart enough to understand the threat, but stupid enough to think that he was doing it for anyone sans himse- no, strike that. Himself and the Frosslass, for the ice ghost had proved to be more than worthy of an ally in Zrantox's crusade.
 
Sadrapel nodded at the Luxray. 'It is an honor to meet you as well. I have heard many things about you... Sleepers. I have heard that you will change the world for the better. I have also heard that you may rip it apart at its seams. Either way, I will stand by all of you if it means I good life for my hatchling." She looked down at the Purrloin, the baby looking back up at her mother. The kit had stopped crying now, and was staring transfixed at all the other Pokemon that had just appeared. The kitten had never seen so many Pokemon together at once, and at first she was scared. But no the waves of euphoria coming off of her mother comforted her.

"I am Sadrapel, and this is my daughter, Chora. We both came here when we heard news of the Sleepers. We have been waiting for you," Sadrapel purred, and her kitten started purring as well, trilling softly.
 
"Please human man, I would like to approach the liepard, but i want you to promise you will not attack me," Crystal was firm. She wanted to talk to this liepard, closer together, but feared that the human would kill her. Also she may have a chance to knock the gun out of his hand. But that was a risk she would think about later.
 
Now a malicious smile appeared on the face of Titress. Sure, she couldn't phase like the ghost that was sitting beside him a few seconds ago. A few rocks wouldn't cause too much difficulty. If she used her Double Team, she would make extremely difficult for the foolish human to trap her. She alone could be powerful, but if she went with the Dusknoir, their power together would be enough to rule the pathetic little world that she called home.

Unlike her partner who seemed to just fade away, she seemed to start vibrating in mid-air, until it made her look almost impossible to see. When she stopped, there were several clones of her all around the room. Her plan was that as soon as he shot at the ceiling, she would fly straight at him with all of her clones, leaving him in a daze. She was fast enough to get past before the rocks flew by and if that didn't work, maybe the threat that the Dusknoir was attempting would work. She didn't have to phase if her ghost partner phased.

"This human can't be that smart," She muttered to her partner. "He mustn't even realize our power. We were sealed away for a reason..."
 
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