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Open Dreams of the Past

Ancea didn't flinch as she entered through the door. She watched tiredly as scientists rushed over. She did not react when they flooded her with their white-gloved hands; she knew that if she did something, they would likely hurt her even more than she was injured now. The Kabutops let herself be dragged across the floor and through a metal door. She was placed on a soft hospital bed. Ancea could hear the scientists whisper as they diagnosed her.
 
Charcill and Atnura watched in awe and admiration as the brave Tyrannitar defended the woman's body.

...Was he... dead?

"Oh wow... I salute to ya, sir... I salute. Ya deserve all my honor." The girl bowed her head in respect.

Atnura was shocked.

Why would anyone in their right mind risk their lives for someone who was probably on the verge of death? The woman's body hadn't even twitched! Bravery, pfft! More like foolishness. But silly Charcill would never understand... she was just too simple.

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Mourmedy opened her eyes.

...Where... where was she?

It was a place devoid of all visual stimuli. Nothing... literally there was nothing. No colour, not white nor black.

She looked down into the nothingness.

It was a hole, a great big gaping hole.

No wait... was it...

A window! She was standing on an odd glassy surface... like a window.

The woman cringed. Through the window... she could see Atticus. Atticus and Rasu, smiling happily together.

"Oh Atticus... who do you love... me or Mourmedy?"

"You, of course."

She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream! Mourmedy had always known it! She had always known that they loved each other!

"ATTICUS, YOU TRAITOR!" The usually composed leader had lost all sanity, she stopped frantically on the glassy ground, trying to shatter it, but Rasu and Atticus continued to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes...

"Don't tell Mourmedy... please Atticus... she's my friend. We're being terrible, doing this behind her back..."

"I know Rasu... I know... it would break her heart. She... she can't handle things like this."

Mourmedy continued to scream in rage at the memory, her rage turning into tears. Why... why had she never confronted Atticus? Always... she had tried to forget that she had seen this, tried to pretend that everything was good in their relationship... but always she knew... always she knew that Rasu and Atticus were having a romance. Right behind her back... and she was in denial... in horrible denial.

Why didn't they think she could handle it?

She threw herself onto the cold glassy ground, letting the tears consume her.
 
Where... where am I?

Zrantox opened his eye hesitantly.

What... what is this?

The Dusknoir was floating on the summit of a mountain. He could see for miles around. Tall grass dotted the moutnain side, and he could see pokemon hiding in the pathces.

This seems familiar... but where?

He noticed soemthing out of the corner of his eye: A Duskull was idly floating among the grass, its eye darting around from under its "mask". It seemed to notice something, at which point it floated into a wall with all possible haste.

That's...
 
(MxCxE, accepted. Thanks ^^)

Skaldia had been huddling and cursing vehemently, but the sudden collapse of the battlers, and the sudden Rock Slide made her stare. The Tyranitar had defended the Champ - no, he had defended Mourmedy. Which stung when she had been helpless to protect her. Why? Mourmedy has qualities she admired, and would have been so perfect. Fate had a sense of irony, and despite the fact that the woman was practically her enemy, the Aerodactyl desperately wanted to change her mind about Pokemon. She wasn't too compassionate, and understood when to keep going, and was usually so composed. And without a weapon, or a proper Pokemon, she was helpless. How come the Tyranitar was the one who had saved her? Glowering at the fallen Pokemon, she made a hissing noise and turned her head away, sparing the newcomers a scornful glance.
 
"Hey... whut's goin' happenin' to her?" Charcill pointed to Mourmedy's limp and unconscious body.

It... it was...

...shaking?

She began to shiver and quiver quite strangely, as if having a seizure. The teen watched the woman's body concerned and also, rather frightened. Her spectacled eyes met with the Aerodactyl's.

"Wha... do you know what's goin' on?"
 
Sinar's eyes opened. It was all dark. Then, a thin beam of sunlight struck one of it's eyes. There was no way of knowing how long Sinar had been resting, recovering from the explosion it summoned. It felt the minds of humans, who were now asleep. Sinar grasped around mentally, and ran into the mind of that female... Mourmedy, it discovered her name to be. Sinar dived inside for no particular reason, and found a dream world. Devoid of seemingly everything, so as to focus on the three humans in the setting, Mourmedy on one side of an infinite invisible wall, and two humans locked in an embrace. Mourmedy emanated negativity, as opposed to the now positive Sinar, thanks to it receiving some sunlight. The scene made no sense to Sinar, as expected. It left, and cleared away some of the rubble on top of it. Sinar then continued to rest.
 
Zrantox heard something off to the side, where he could see a path leading to his position.

COuntless humans were running up the path, lead by a very nasty-looking man in red.

Humans. I might have guessed.

As the humans reached the top, they began to spread out, positiong themselves in various points, and knocking away anythign that got too close.

Including some pokemon.

They're even more savage than I realized. I'm sure that this is in the past, which seems to prove that they always were dangerous, but why does it seem so familiar?

Then, to his shock, the Duskull that he'd seen earlier floated out of the wall, toward one of the humans- and preparing some sort of attack all the while-... and then he figured it out.

That Duskull... it's me.
 
(Oops, didn't see it before. >< MCE, I guess your character could hear something about Pokemon rushing into a building? *is uncreative* Or, well, feel free to make up a crazy situation. :P)

Skaldia looked at the stranger and bared her fangs, exasperated. "No. Why should I know what is going on? I've only slept for who knows how many years, got woken up just a few hours ago, and then met someone who deceived me and then shot me! And then I got attacked, crashed into the ground and found out one of my wings was broken, and when I finally get it in a splint, the building collapses!" she screeched, tail lashing. "And that stupid Dusknoir came to kill her!" And she glowered at Mourmedy's shaking body as if it was the cause of all her troubles. "Why, why is she on the wrong side?!" the Aerodactyl demanded, not caring that she was, by now, nearly roaring and probably deafening anyone near her.
 
Charcill shrugged, looking rather blankly at Skaldia. She covered her ears when the Aerodactyl screeched, whilst Atnura cringed and gazed at Skaldia disapprovingly.

Very complicated, wasn't it all? All this? She herself was having trouble comprehending it all. So the Dusknoir tried to kill her... and apparently she had slept for many years, that Aerodactyl. And her wings were broken... and the woman's on the wrong side...

Hmm.

"Well geez... that sounds like a lot of troubles right thar... must be tough..." The girl sounded calm, yet also mildly concerned. She watched the body quiver and shake, her eyes in a trancelike state. Charcill felt indifference, as she had always. Every single day, nothing could shake her from her lack... her lack of empathy. She knew she was supposed to care and yet... yet...

Nothing.

Always was she so perfectly calm, so perfectly simple. All she knew was what she had been told, how she was told she was supposed to act. Without empathy... without many emotions to feel, things were indeed simple.

...Too simple.

She thought back... ah... back to when... to when they tried to get her to feel.

Ahahaha! Silly fools.

(I've decided that I'll write some character sheets for these two, expect them later~)
 
That's me, but... I don't remember this incident. Why?

Then things went from bad to worse.

As The Duskull, or the younger Zrantox charged at the humans, one of them pulled out another one of those odd objects that he'd seen the huamns use here and-

Used it on him.

Zrantox could only watch in horror as his younger self was thrown back and slammed into a rock wall.

So... this shows how savage the huamns truly are. They invade this land, and try to kill anythign that gets too close. It's disgusting

The apparanet leader of that group came back from whereever he was and yelled something, something that Zrantox didn't hear. The other humasn nodded and left.

Well, msot of them.

One human stayed back form the group, waited until they were gone and-

No way... that can't be!
 
Sinar roused. Roused and then rose from the pile of rubble. Sunlight filtered in, and it started recovering far more quickly. It sensed more people, and floated over to see if anything was going on. Another female and a Mightyena had arrived on the scene. After mentally shaking itself, Sinar focused on the girl. She... didn't seem to have anything too complex on her mind. She didn't have too much of the peculiar thoughts that made terrestrial creatures raise their voices, contort their faces, produce water at the eyes, or do things, good or bad. Emotion., Sinar somehow recalled, I don't think she cares.
It beamed a thought at her, Why... are you here?
 
Much as he wanted to deny it, Zrantox couldn't deny what was going on in front of him.

One of the humans- who was with the group that had wounded his younger self- picked up the Wounded Duskull, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and ran down a different part of the path.

The world seemed to spin out of focus for Zrantox, and when it came to, he was now in a human dwelling. he could see the human from before tending to the wounds of his younger self.

THis... it. Why?

Why msut this happen to me?

The Dusknoir only watched as the human cared for the Duskull like it was some rare specimen. Eventually, the human gently picked up the younger Zrantox, and carried him out of the door in the dwelling.

Zrantox wanted to follow, but before he could the world shifted out of focus for him again, and he was back to his original position: In the old building.
 
Name: Aquarian
Gender: Male
Species: Swampert
Age: 16 when put into the chambers
Description: Aquarian is your average Swampert. He's tall, with slippery blue skin. A black fin compliments the top of his head, as do the orange spikes on either side of his cheeks. He's about a foot shorter than your average Swamper though.
Personality: Aquarian tends to wait for his time of move when in battle, sometimes acting as a stormcloud in the way that he waits to make his moves. When outside of battle, he can be seen as laidback and calm. He tends to worry about those close to him, and has a cheerful nature.
Bio: Aquarian was raised to be a Contest Pokemon. Eventually, his trainer ho wanted him to be remembered put him in the chambers for the Ultimate Champino project. Now he just wants to live in peace.
 
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Ancea saw that the scientists were wrapping something around her leg. She silently thanked them, then felt her leg be lifted. Oh, how she wished she could move... the Kabutops squirmed, her black scythes raking the air aimlessly. "Please!" she cried. "I want to know about this place!"
A single scientist turned his head to her, and gazed at her, waiting for her to say something else.
"I know I'm in the museum, but I've never seen this hall before. Tell me, where am I? Where are you taking me?"
The human answered, "We need to wait until your leg heals. But for now, just stay and rest."
 
Name: Alania
Gender: Female
Species: Ninetales
Age: 23 when put into the chambers.
Description: Instead of the normal creamish- colored fur of a normal Ninetales, Alania's fur is black, with purple tail tips. Her eyes are dark blue. She's taller than an average Ninetales by 2 feet, and tends to where a purple necklace with a heart charm on it.
Personality: Instead of her color describing her personality, they don't have anything to do with it. She's very sweet, active, strong-willed, and happy. She's very bright and wise, but can be pretty small-minded at times.
Bio: Her trainer was very kind to her, raising her her to be smart, strong and beautiful. When her trainer put Alaina in the chambers, she knew that her trainer wasn't going to be seen again, since her trainer was crying. now her life is pretty happy, until she runs low on very nesecarry suplies, but doesn't worry too much. She sometimes wants to see her trainer, missing her. She hates to see a stormcloud, though, knowing that it means rain.
 
((M'kay.))

The Ivysaur blinked. A small, yet talkative, young Pidgey was rambling on and on to him about how Pokemon were rushing into some kind of building.

".... And then I saw a yummy-looking Oran Berry on a bush nearby, so I flew in to eat it, but hit a tree. Mommy says I need to be more careful and calm, but I have no idea what she means by that, do you know Mr.?" The Pidgey squaked.

"Yeah, kid. Don't have sugar. Anyways, where was this building agian?" Seed asked, being patient. He dealt with this bird before, who always came to bug the living hell out of him every now and then.

"Yeah, it's over her, follow me!" He screeched before taking off. Seed sighed and started to run off after the obnoxious Tiny Bird Pokemon.

The kid wasn't lying. Seed eyed the building, the Pidgey still talking its beak off. He flushed out the ramblings and started to think.

What the heck's going on here? The starry Ivysaur thought. He decided a closer look was best. He wandered out to the front of the building, not caring if anyone saw him. The Pidgey, whos name would be nice to mention by now (Twitter), flew onto his large, blooming flower. Twitter still wouldn't shut up.
 
(Kriisa is accepted. Note to self: I don't know my own rules. XD Jason-kun, you're missing something in your application.)
 
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