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Open Dreams of the Past
- Thread starter Stormecho
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Arylett Charnoa
Barely existent.
- Pronoun
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Still he continued to try to fight the numbness' hold over his body, struggling, trying to move at least a finger.
And yet still it didn't work.
He sighed.
The Great and Mighty Champion Lance... subdued. Helpless as an infant! What would they have said? The rumor was that he mysteriously disappeared for an honorable cause...
Still he struggled, he couldn't even open his lips to utter so much as a groan. Complete paralysis.
His finger wiggled a bit.
Progress...
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The beast and the young girl continued to watch Mourmedy silently, she looked rather solemnly down at Rasu's body, pretending they weren't there.
She knelt down, feeling for a heartbeat, but already knowing and dreading what had actually happened.
There was none.
But she didn't cry... no... because that would be showing weakness... the dark orb was within her mind's eye.
Don't do it... I told you about weakness. Be strong. She's dead, because she was weak.
Mourmedy nodded and turned her back on the body. Rasu was just... left behind. Survival of the fittest, she died because she was weak. Only the weak allowed themselves to die. She needed to be strong, and the strong took no prisoners. Mourmedy pushed the feelings back, back into the deepest pit of her mind and buried them.
There was only one thing left to do now.
Go find those monsters... go find them and kill them. Go... you musn't leave your goals undone.
She ran off and left Rasu behind.
And yet still it didn't work.
He sighed.
The Great and Mighty Champion Lance... subdued. Helpless as an infant! What would they have said? The rumor was that he mysteriously disappeared for an honorable cause...
Still he struggled, he couldn't even open his lips to utter so much as a groan. Complete paralysis.
His finger wiggled a bit.
Progress...
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The beast and the young girl continued to watch Mourmedy silently, she looked rather solemnly down at Rasu's body, pretending they weren't there.
She knelt down, feeling for a heartbeat, but already knowing and dreading what had actually happened.
There was none.
But she didn't cry... no... because that would be showing weakness... the dark orb was within her mind's eye.
Don't do it... I told you about weakness. Be strong. She's dead, because she was weak.
Mourmedy nodded and turned her back on the body. Rasu was just... left behind. Survival of the fittest, she died because she was weak. Only the weak allowed themselves to die. She needed to be strong, and the strong took no prisoners. Mourmedy pushed the feelings back, back into the deepest pit of her mind and buried them.
There was only one thing left to do now.
Go find those monsters... go find them and kill them. Go... you musn't leave your goals undone.
She ran off and left Rasu behind.
Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Skaldia snorted disdainfully, but was inwardly grateful for the guidance. The land had changed since she had flown these skies, and it was useful that the Solrock knew where he was going... Walking after him wasn't her preferred way of getting anywhere, but if she was grounded, well, she had no choice. Occasionally stopping to rest her unused legs, the Aerodactyl found her foul mood relieved by apprehension. But why? It was as if she knew, instinctively that there was something ahead.
An hour passed without much notice, except that her legs ached, and she was tired and hot and altogether very cranky. But the sight of the cave on the horizon was enough to keep her going. At least when she got inside she could kill and eat a few Zubat, or something to that effect. "How long is this going to take?" she rasped, glowering at the Solrock. "You act as if you know everything, so..."
An hour passed without much notice, except that her legs ached, and she was tired and hot and altogether very cranky. But the sight of the cave on the horizon was enough to keep her going. At least when she got inside she could kill and eat a few Zubat, or something to that effect. "How long is this going to take?" she rasped, glowering at the Solrock. "You act as if you know everything, so..."
Storm Earth and Fire
Would you like to make a contract?
Ordinarily, no time at all. But since you are unable to move to your full extent, it may in fact, take a while., Sinar replied with the usual matter-of-fact-ness, There is the cave., it added, seeing the cave entrance. Sinar hastened it's pace.
Goodness, not having any limbs like this must be fun. Hehe, actually just floating around everywhere is fun, isn't it?, Mew said, Here we are, the cave. Sinar floated inside and looked around. It proceeded deeper, a bit past the chambers, and at the crater site. It seemed intact. OK, time for your explaination. It's not much, but here goes, though you probably already know some of this. A really, really long time ago, all sorts of humans trained Pokemon, right? Well, some people didn't like that. So they went and killed trainers and Pokemon. This wrecked the world, as you might've observed from this humble cave. I personally didn't like this, so I thought you, someone not from this world, could help without turning something. And that's why you dug up those Pokemon. They're powerful. With a bit of help, they can stop anyone from ruining this world ever again., Mew explained, and Sinar got all of it.
So, what now?, Sinar asked.
I dunno, I suppose we wait for a disaster, though maybe one is going on now. I dunno, I don't think I planned this one out very well, Mew commented. Sinar mentally sighed a bit, for it felt a bit futile, although those humans did seem hellbent on killing, so maybe Mew had a point.
Goodness, not having any limbs like this must be fun. Hehe, actually just floating around everywhere is fun, isn't it?, Mew said, Here we are, the cave. Sinar floated inside and looked around. It proceeded deeper, a bit past the chambers, and at the crater site. It seemed intact. OK, time for your explaination. It's not much, but here goes, though you probably already know some of this. A really, really long time ago, all sorts of humans trained Pokemon, right? Well, some people didn't like that. So they went and killed trainers and Pokemon. This wrecked the world, as you might've observed from this humble cave. I personally didn't like this, so I thought you, someone not from this world, could help without turning something. And that's why you dug up those Pokemon. They're powerful. With a bit of help, they can stop anyone from ruining this world ever again., Mew explained, and Sinar got all of it.
So, what now?, Sinar asked.
I dunno, I suppose we wait for a disaster, though maybe one is going on now. I dunno, I don't think I planned this one out very well, Mew commented. Sinar mentally sighed a bit, for it felt a bit futile, although those humans did seem hellbent on killing, so maybe Mew had a point.
kunikida.
New member
- Pronoun
- she
Alania was standing in Union Cave, playing with her tails, feeling pretty lonely. "Are those more Pokemon I hear? But why?" She whispered to herself, hearing a few Pokemon from a few miles away. She walked to the entrance of the cave, seeing a bunch of Pokemon over the horizon. Why would they come here? She walked out, her destination being the Pokemon out on the horizon.
She quickly stopped, wondering. "What if they try to do something to me because of my color, or are afraid of me? Ah, well. It's a chance I'll have to take." Alaina picked up the pace, her paws hitting the ground as she ran to the other pokemon.
She quickly stopped, wondering. "What if they try to do something to me because of my color, or are afraid of me? Ah, well. It's a chance I'll have to take." Alaina picked up the pace, her paws hitting the ground as she ran to the other pokemon.
Darksong
Back in action!
Ancea nodded, thankful for the Armaldo's guidance. He had introduced her to his group, and now she had memorized the names; There were Tear, Stonehenge, Sandstorm, and he was called Feldspar. Now, she would live here. She dove down into the pond, landing at the bottom to sleep. She was sure to land on her non-injured leg, to avoid hurting it further. She tucked her obsidian scythes close to her and fell asleep.
Exo-Raikou
It's over. I'm sorry, but it's over.
Darksong
Back in action!
Ancea slept, and Ancea dreamed...
There was a tall figure in front of her. It was blurry, but she could slightly make it out. The figure was white, and was probably a tree since it had green on the top. But how did you explain the red, blue and yellow along the trunk?
"Who are you?" She asked.
Its answer was unclear. "Ray-jump-cheese..."
Ancea was puzzled. Ray-jump-cheese? What was that supposed to mean?
Her eyes flicked open, but the name still echoed in her mind.
Reijumchees... She put the syllables together to form a slightly discernable word.
There was a tall figure in front of her. It was blurry, but she could slightly make it out. The figure was white, and was probably a tree since it had green on the top. But how did you explain the red, blue and yellow along the trunk?
"Who are you?" She asked.
Its answer was unclear. "Ray-jump-cheese..."
Ancea was puzzled. Ray-jump-cheese? What was that supposed to mean?
Her eyes flicked open, but the name still echoed in her mind.
Reijumchees... She put the syllables together to form a slightly discernable word.
Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Skaldia growled, but the sight of the cave entrance made her brighten. "Yes! Finally! I can't believe how my - What do you want?" she asked rudely, seeing a weird coloured Ninetails. "I suppose you being that colour is normal, since everything else seems to have been all messed up when I got out of that stupid chamber." Suddenly, the Aerodactly peered at the strange-coloured Fire-type, tapping a talon on the ground. "You look familiar... Were you, by chance, in the sleeping chambers?" Oh yes, now she turned polite! Really, she hadn't been able to remember much in the chambers. Briefly waking up, then falling asleep, with only the barest glimpses of the Pokemon other than her who had been herded inside.
Looking after Sinar, only to find him missing, she screeched angrily and started to walk towards the cave. "If you want to talk, follow me!" she called back to the Ninetails, apparently unwilling to stay out in the open. She had this feeling that something important was in the cave - something she had forgotten...
Looking after Sinar, only to find him missing, she screeched angrily and started to walk towards the cave. "If you want to talk, follow me!" she called back to the Ninetails, apparently unwilling to stay out in the open. She had this feeling that something important was in the cave - something she had forgotten...
Arylett Charnoa
Barely existent.
- Pronoun
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The minutes had passed rather slowly...
Tediously even. Agonizingly. They trickled by like a slowly dripping drop of whatever. Drip... drip... drip... drip... each minute was so slow.
And all he could move were four fingers... who knew who much time had passed...
This was taking so long. Would he ever be able to move again?
Patience... that's what he needed... just have patience...
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Mourmedy was running. Running! Faster... faster! She needed to get there faster! The sooner she arrived, the better. She needed to complete her mission. Needed to. It was her life's ambition... to seperate humans and Pokémon. And now she felt...
Complete.
Quite complete.
It was an odd sense of completeness, as if she could finally do it...
She felt no regrets. It was... it was so...
It felt so good.
The curious Charcill watched the woman carefully as she ran away. Hmmm... even her simple mind could tell where this was going.
"C'mon, let's go!"
"Wa-wait!" Of course, the cautious Atnura would rather they keep their noses out of what wasn't their business.
But by the time she had uttered her plead to wait, Charcill had already run off after the odd woman....
She never listened. Never.
Atnura sighed and followed after the girl.
Tediously even. Agonizingly. They trickled by like a slowly dripping drop of whatever. Drip... drip... drip... drip... each minute was so slow.
And all he could move were four fingers... who knew who much time had passed...
This was taking so long. Would he ever be able to move again?
Patience... that's what he needed... just have patience...
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Mourmedy was running. Running! Faster... faster! She needed to get there faster! The sooner she arrived, the better. She needed to complete her mission. Needed to. It was her life's ambition... to seperate humans and Pokémon. And now she felt...
Complete.
Quite complete.
It was an odd sense of completeness, as if she could finally do it...
She felt no regrets. It was... it was so...
It felt so good.
The curious Charcill watched the woman carefully as she ran away. Hmmm... even her simple mind could tell where this was going.
"C'mon, let's go!"
"Wa-wait!" Of course, the cautious Atnura would rather they keep their noses out of what wasn't their business.
But by the time she had uttered her plead to wait, Charcill had already run off after the odd woman....
She never listened. Never.
Atnura sighed and followed after the girl.
Exo-Raikou
It's over. I'm sorry, but it's over.
Zrantox floated through the lab, examining anything of notice, and growling in frustration when it turned out to be worthless.
Nothing. Nothing in here that could help me in any way. Nothing to learn of where the False Champion went, and I've seen nothing of the two from before. Nothing's-
The Dusknoir stopped. Something caught his attention.
Several sheets of paper were lying about. He would ahve passed them by, had he not caught sight of the word "restricted" on one of them
If it's restricted, it's bound to be worth something... I hope
The DUsknoir picked up the papers, read through them carefully and...
Interesting. That's what that could do.
If she still has it, then it could be dangerous. All the more reason I need to find her and snatch it out of her hands.
Nothing. Nothing in here that could help me in any way. Nothing to learn of where the False Champion went, and I've seen nothing of the two from before. Nothing's-
The Dusknoir stopped. Something caught his attention.
Several sheets of paper were lying about. He would ahve passed them by, had he not caught sight of the word "restricted" on one of them
If it's restricted, it's bound to be worth something... I hope
The DUsknoir picked up the papers, read through them carefully and...
Interesting. That's what that could do.
If she still has it, then it could be dangerous. All the more reason I need to find her and snatch it out of her hands.
Darksong
Back in action!
Ancea thrust her scythes and swam out of the pond, coming face-to-face with something much bigger than her. She jumped back, and realized that it was just Feldspar. She sighed with relief, which appeared to wake him up.
Ancea had the sudden urge to tell him about her dream, so she did. About the colorful tree, Reijuchi, as she called it...
When she finished, Feldspar just stared. Finally, he said bluntly, "Never heard of it."
Ancea shrugged mindlessly. "Do you at least know what it could mean?"
Feldspar shook his head. "Not really. But I can help and figure it out."
The Kabutops nodded gratefully at her Armaldo friend. So, they began to discuss it. After a while, though, they still hadn't figured it out. The two decided that they would find out over time, and split up. At this moment, as Feldspar lumbered off, Ancea noticed that he wasn't only tall, but he was also chubby. She ignored it, however, and kept foraging for fruit or something, as she was tired of the constant meat flavor.
((I'd also like to make a form for Feldspar, if I can:
Name: Feldspar
Gender: Male
Species: Armaldo
Age: He was fossilized at 77 years, and has been in the museum for 9 years since he was revived. Technically, only 9 human years.
Description: Looks somewhat like a lengthened horseshoe crab, but with four legs and a tail that ends in two spikes. He also has armor on his back. Oddly, his scythes are completely black, just like Ancea's. Feldspar is taller than average, but also plump from living in the museum and being fed with an abundance of meat.
Personality: Feldspar is jolly and likes to laugh. He's mostly serious, though, and tends to be blunt, which might offend others sometimes. When he's angry, his power can be like a hundred stormclouds, and it's hard to stop him. Luckily though, his temperament is calm, and he handles things with care. Feldspar likes solving problems, and sometimes tends to act a bit superior. He is good friends with Ancea, a Kabutops with obsidian scythes like his.
Bio: When he was revived, he lived in the museum's private section for prehistoric Pokémon, grew a bit (in height and width, if you know what I mean), and stayed there for 9 years before he met Ancea and welcomed her into his group.))
Ancea had the sudden urge to tell him about her dream, so she did. About the colorful tree, Reijuchi, as she called it...
When she finished, Feldspar just stared. Finally, he said bluntly, "Never heard of it."
Ancea shrugged mindlessly. "Do you at least know what it could mean?"
Feldspar shook his head. "Not really. But I can help and figure it out."
The Kabutops nodded gratefully at her Armaldo friend. So, they began to discuss it. After a while, though, they still hadn't figured it out. The two decided that they would find out over time, and split up. At this moment, as Feldspar lumbered off, Ancea noticed that he wasn't only tall, but he was also chubby. She ignored it, however, and kept foraging for fruit or something, as she was tired of the constant meat flavor.
((I'd also like to make a form for Feldspar, if I can:
Name: Feldspar
Gender: Male
Species: Armaldo
Age: He was fossilized at 77 years, and has been in the museum for 9 years since he was revived. Technically, only 9 human years.
Description: Looks somewhat like a lengthened horseshoe crab, but with four legs and a tail that ends in two spikes. He also has armor on his back. Oddly, his scythes are completely black, just like Ancea's. Feldspar is taller than average, but also plump from living in the museum and being fed with an abundance of meat.
Personality: Feldspar is jolly and likes to laugh. He's mostly serious, though, and tends to be blunt, which might offend others sometimes. When he's angry, his power can be like a hundred stormclouds, and it's hard to stop him. Luckily though, his temperament is calm, and he handles things with care. Feldspar likes solving problems, and sometimes tends to act a bit superior. He is good friends with Ancea, a Kabutops with obsidian scythes like his.
Bio: When he was revived, he lived in the museum's private section for prehistoric Pokémon, grew a bit (in height and width, if you know what I mean), and stayed there for 9 years before he met Ancea and welcomed her into his group.))