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Open Dreams of the Past

Yatasori and Effigei were floating upward when they heard the sound of a Dark Pulse being launched. it was followed by a flash of lightning, and the sound of another Dark Pulse.

"You don't think that..." Yatasori said, horrified

"Move!" Effigei yelled, not wanting to waste any more time. The Gliscor obliged, but first, he called dark energy to his claws; readying a Night Slash.

"Effigei, you need to warn the Milotic of what is going on on the surface," Yatasori said, "I'll go stall him for as long as I can."

"But..."

"Go! We can't waste any more time!"

"Fine," Effigei said, and floated in the other direction.
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"Ah, more vermin who wish to protect the disease called humanity? Fine then, you can join your friends in death."

He waved his hand, calling upon twisted energies. In the next second, the dimensions seemed to fold upon themselves, twisting, crumbling, reassembling, and-

In the time it takes for a human to blink, it was over, and Zrantox stood in the dimensions that had been manipulated by the power of Trick Room.
 
It happened so quickly again.

A flash, a flash that all startled Mourmedy before she could even blink an eye. At once, she found herself knocked down by some unknown force as her weapon was flung out of her hand. A grunt of surprise escaped her lips, but the other sounds that followed sounded furious.

The second blast of darkness came flying past her, it had been close, an inch had seperated her from having the same fate as her assistant.

But she rapidly recovered from the shock once more, getting up and grabbing her weapon, her steely eyes now glaring at the new creatures that had appeared in loathing and disgust.

She rushed to her weapon, which luckily had only been knocked away a few inches, and clutched its sleek silver form in her hands. Fleetingly, she looked back to her fallen comrad.

Idiot... If you want something done... you do it yourself.

She aimed the weapon at the hostile creature, and pulled the trigger, holding it for a few seconds. Mourmedy felt it getting hot... warmer and warmer and-

Now.

The trigger was released.

And a rather thick beam of shining white light came rushing forth, towards the gray and yellow creature.

(Yeah, uh... for people who weren't in the old DotP... it's not um... a normal gun with bullets. With Pokemon trainers no longer placing their burden on society, people could focus money to improve weapons.)
 
The Dusknoir wasn't stopping. He continued to target the humans. What had drove him to such a rage. One of the humans fired their gun at the Dusknoir, but instead of bullets, a beam of light shot out. How...odd...

The area began to spin around 63. His began to feel lightheaded. Everything went black.

----

Unknown to 63, when he slipped out of consciousness he had fired a small bolt of electricity at the Dusknoir; a nice little Thunder Wave; before he collapsed on the ground.
 
A dark black-purple dimension enveloped most of the area. Trick Room was an interesting move, though Sinar calculated that it was in fact one of the slower ones here. 63, whom Sinar hadn't even noticed before, and Skaldia were going to be hampered. Sinar quickly seized upon the altered physics, spun about brightly, used fire spin and encircled the human in flames, taking care not to hurt her too much for now. The Dusknoir, though, might prove harder to restrain.

What exactly were you doing here?, Sinar implored of the woman.
 
Hmmm a trick room eh? Xalvin knew that he would be slower, but he had to try. No way in hell is he going to get beat by a ghost. One of his scythes suddenly glowed purple as he scanned the "room" "Where are you, you floating sac of nothing!
(not exactly my be best insult, but how can you insult a ghost?)
 
Tanya seemed pleasantly surprised at first, as she made her way out. The Dusknoir seemed to be elsewhere, and didn't appear to be trying for Lance again. Maybe he's still asleep... wouldn't that be wonderful? But why do I have a bad feeling about this? But when she made it to the exit, she found out why. He had also found the exit... and was attacking from the air, chasing after an Aerodactyl. And she also noticed a beam weapon, fired from an unexpected guest. Tanya groaned, and placed Lance down in the back of one of the trucks.

"Time to wake up, Lance." Tanya spoke to him, to end his hypnosis. She grabbed a gun from a box in the truck with her mouth, and dropped it in front of Lance, then placed a small cylindrical capsule into the shaft. "I want you to take this weapon... When you get a clear shot at the Dusknoir, fire at will. Don't worry, it won't kill him, but it should disable him for the time being. I've loaded it with an energy net capsule. Upon impact, it'll entangle him and sap his energy. Think about it like a tranquilizer. If you miss, that box has extra cartridges. I'm counting on you, all right? We're going to get this all settled back at base."

She left him there, with the back of the truck open, and slid out, approaching Mourmedy. "Well well, look what the Purugly dragged in. Why are you here, Mourmedy?"
 
Skaldia screeched as she leaped into the air, and felt herself become slower... Crawling through the sky with Cole on her back, she angled for some shelter, some place to dump the extra weight to make it easier for her to fly... Hopefully Trick Room would end soon, but if she took too long to hide, the Dusknoir could fry her with a Dark Pulse. That Arcanine she had fought before was running off somewhere - though the Trick Room had to affect him too. "Hey! You, furball! Find some place that'll be hidden from that damn ghost out here, so I can put this human down there! Lead me to it!" she called down.

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Lance opened his eyes for the second time, and then rubbed them. "This isn't my idea of a good day..." he muttered, looking first at the Milotic, and then at the gun. "So I need to shoot this at the Dusknoir? I'll try to hit him..." He felt tired - ready to fall asleep again, just close his eyes and forget all of what was going on. But the Dusknoir could hurt others that he cared about... And Skaldia was still somewhere around here. He grabbed the gun and, trying to aim well, shot a net at the Dusknoir... who hopefully wouldn't turn around at the last second.

((So, since Arylett, also known as High Priestess, has become active... x3 Want Lance, or shall I pass him off to someone else?))
 
It's the strangest thing about trick room:

When you are the one with the lowest amount of speed, it seems that the world around you is moving in slow motion. In actuality, the slowest is moving at such high speeds that everyone else might as well be standing still.

That was how Zrantox was able to dodge the thunder wave and cancel out the beam of energy from the object with Shadow Ball.

Even so, maintaining the tear in the space-time continuum can only go on for so long, he thought, I'll finish that human and-

Something slashed right through the ghost. He doubled over in pain, looked around for the source, and saw, much to his surprise (and anger,) the Gliscor.

But that wasn't all he saw.

A blast of darkness disintegrated the net heading straight for him, and Zrantox didn't have time to comprehend how the Gliscor was able to circumvent Trick Room, for the sight of who shot the net surprised him so much that he dropped control of the dimensions, and speed returned to what it once was.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my so-called 'Master.'" He said, with an anger in his voice that would make even Arceus shudder.

"I've been waiting for you, Lance. I went through the Torn World and back just to ensure I'd find you first... and now you all but drop into my hands."

He shot forward with Shadow Sneak, and grabbed Lance's throat.

"If any of you make a hostile move, I'll snap his neck right here and now," He snarled.

"You'll do that anyway," The Gliscor said, "So why should we stop?"

"Why do you care? Your goal is to prevent human and pokemon coexistence by isolating all contact. Surely, the life of one human would help in that goal."

"You'd never stop at one," Yatasori retorted.
 
Flames. It was fire on all sides.

Her expression betrayed absolutely nothing of the immense rapid mechanisms reverberating throughout her body. The nervous mechanisms of stress and thought, frantically at work, whilst everything outside of them was distorted.

But she had to adjust to this, she had to adjust to this new pace that had suddenly been set. Time was crucial.

She first rounded on the orange creature, a cold and calculating mechanical look upon her face.

What I am here for is not of your concern.

Then she directed her attention to the next voice.

...Oh God. Oh dear God on Earth, please don't tell her... she recognized that tone anywhere.

Tanya, ugh.

But she kept that same expression, throughout the whole thing. The key to any situation in life was to wear the correct mask.

Once more, with patience exceeding that of most people, she repeated what she had said to the orange creature, except aloud rather than mentally. "It isn't of your concern either."

And then there was problem #3.

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It was closing upon his throat.

The large fist of the ghost clenched it with a vicious ferocity that began to make him feel faint... was he finally drifting back to the long peaceful sleep he so desired...? A land... a wonderous land of dreams. He wanted to just forget it all, forget all these strife in this horrid new world.

But no... he couldn't. He couldn't give up yet. Zrantox was resentful and violent, and he was dangerous. He would not stop in his resentless crusade, and if he didn't stop him... by God, who would?

And yet, even as he thought these things, he felt the thoughts begining to grow cloudy... the gun in his hand was slipping slowly out of his slackening grip. It was becoming harder and-

BANG! BANG! BANG!
------

Aiming above the flames encircling her with what seemed to be extreme foolhardyness was a blonde haired woman, with a look of utmost concentration in her steely eyes.

She released several smaller beams of shining light from her silver weapon, all in rapid succession. It seemed as if she was sweating profusedly, several shining wet beads of a liquid forming at her forehead.

The flashes of light were flying rapidly at their target.
 
Lance—even from far away, Cole was amazed that he didn't have any signs of aging from his long sleep. Then there was fire around the blonde woman, inside a cover of purple energy. And the former Champion was being strangled. And somewhere in all of the chaos, there were frequently shots ringing out. Tucked into the back of her thoughts was the fact that Tanya had finally arrived, along with the odd Gliscor and Claydol—hopefully that would be enough to overpower the Dusknoir…if he ever shopped choking Lance…

The Aerodactyl seemed to be trying to find somewhere to put her down away from the fighting. Hopefully she didn't intend on abandoning her and going back; being left alone in the hope that the Dusknoir wouldn't break through and come looking for her wasn't her idea of safety. "There are plenty of forested areas; why not land in one of them?" Cole called down at her transporter. "And what's your name? I'm Cole, in case I didn't already disclose that…did I? I don't know."
 
Several things happened at once:

The weapon went off, and the blast caused Zrantox to release his grip.

And that was when Yatasori made his move.

The Gliscor flew forward, a full-powered Night Slash readied and-

The dark slash sliced clean through Zrantox's right arm.

The ghost screamed in anger and pain, reached out and grabbed the still-flying Yata-Sasori with his remaining hand, and proceeded to blast him with a point-blank Dark Pulse.
 
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((..dood wut happened DD:))

"No!" ed'Rashtekaresket rushed at the Dusknoir and clamped onto his side, teeth burning with dark energy, unsure of what he meant to do. Suddenly the ghost's arm fell and the Sharpedo went flying backwards, not sure what happened.. and saw the Gliscor blasted by a Dark Pulse. He'd be pretty lucky to survive that at that close up.. "Storm! Storm, get in here, oh what-" ed'Rashtekaresket spotted the yellow-haired human firing at who he believed to be them, but in this madness, who knew?

Storm heard the Sharpedo's call and went charging forwards, mouth burning with a fireball waiting to be released. Not really sure what was happening, the Salamence's eyes fell on the Dusknoir and she screeched, the fireball racing towards him and possibly impacting, though what could she tell? "Ed," she barked, and ran to the Sharpedo's rough skinned side. "What happened, why-"

"The Dusknoir was just strangling Lance, and then his arm fell off," he snapped, keeping a wary eye on the said Pokemon. "And there's the sound of shots, I don't know where they're coming from, but-" Ed stepped back. "I don't know what's happening," he muttered.
 
((Since 63's kind of, um, not conscious, I think it's time that we see a little bit of Zemhal :D))

The building of Zemhal's office was one of the tallest buildings in the city. The building was almost 30 stories tall, but was incredibly wide and spread out. All around the the outside of the building was a lawn, and the edges of the building were covered in flowers, however the colorful flowers didn't really look right when put against the gray building.

Zemhal ran up to the clear glass doors, and pushed them open. When he came in, to his surprise, there was a massive crowd of people gathered in the front lobby. Zemhal held the box containing his machine closer to his side, and pushed aside the crowd.

"What's going on here?" he asked adamantly.

"This man," a woman said, pointing at a man standing in the area the crowd was gathered around, "is claiming that some Pokemon were dug up on the dig site. Alive."

Zemhal looked at the man. The man obviously hadn't shaved in quite some time, and wore a plain white t-shirt, under a pair of overalls, with two hiking boots. The man, though, looked like he had been playing dirt, for his shirt could've passed off as being fully brown, if one didn't observe it more. The overalls were ragged and torn, and the boots were were losing most of their color. He was obviously one of the diggers, and not a supervisor.

"We have no confirmation," Zemhal spat out at the man, "even if it is true, we need proof, confirmation. Someone who works in the same leagues as Pokemon shouldn't be trusted."

The crowd began to murmur, though none were surprised at Zemhal's distaste for Pokemon, as he often expressed it.

"What about your father then?" the man asked, as Zemhal turned around to leave, "Are you saying we shouldn't trust him?"

Zemhal kept his back turned, to prevent the man from seeing the rage in his eyes.

"You're using my father as an argument?" Zemhal asked disbelievingly, "Pitiful, absolutely pitiful."

"Are you saying you don't trust him?" the man asked sharply.

"He chose a Pokemon over his own son," Zemhal said, putting much hatred into the word 'Pokemon', "You're fired. Leave now."

"What?" the man asked in shock.

"You're fired for lying to the public, but most importantly, for a disrespect against your authority," Zemhal said emotionlessly. "Leave now." With that, Zemhal went to the elevator.

((/long post))
 
Zrantox felt very little pain when the fireball struck home. When your arm is severed, that injury tends to override all others.

The Dusknoir loomed over the crumpled Yata-Sasori. He was already mortally wounded, one more shot would finish him off for good.

"You... have fore...stalled... me for... the... last time." Zrantox snarled. He then charged up one final Dark Pulse...
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Effigei had seen the Milotic shoot by, and proceeded to follow once he decided that the coast was clear.

He could hear the sounds of battle drifting down from the surface. The sound of Dark Pulses, blasts of energy, fire, and then...

A yell of pain, followed by another dark pulse.

Effigei floated faster, and came to the surface to see...

Zrantox, with one arm missing, looming over a crumpled Yatasori.

"NO!!" he yelled, gathering stones around and over his arm, and then quickly shaping them into a deadly, sharp- not to mention kinetically charged -spire of stone.

The Claydol charged, spire ready to slay the Dusknoir...
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Zrantox now had no idea of what was going on around him. All that mattered was to slay the Gliscor who had attempted to stop his judgment.

The Dark Pulse was almost at full power. A little more time and-

He never heard the sound of the Claydol's charge, focused as he was, and by the time he heard Effigei scream: "DIE!" It was too late. Zrantox whirled around to face his foe and then-

Effigei powered the kinetically charged spire straight through Zrantox's neck.

Zrantox let off a sound that was a cross between a yell of pain and a dying gasp. His eye began to fade, and as the Dusknoir fell to the ground, he managed to utter one final statement:

"There's... nothing... left... everything's... dark... it's... all..... gone......."

The Dusknoir then crumpled to the ground, and with a grunt of disgust, Effigei telekinetically lifted him and tossed him back into the cave.

And as the Dusknoir's body fell back down into the chambers, it looked- ordinary.
 
AIR! Sweet... beautiful...

Air.

It filled his lungs as he gasped, breathing in and out, revitalizing his fading mind. Lance breathed it in as if it were water and he was a desperately thirst man, savouring every drop of its refreshment. He got up, the weapon Tanya had given him still in hand.

The events that had transpired... them seemed to have transpired in the blink of an eye. His hazy mind couldn't have possibly taken it all in...

All he could do was stand there, looking haplessly at the chaos before him.

If only he could go back to sleep...

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This was getting irritating.

The flames were still encircling her, stubbornly. Mourmedy was sweating still, feeling herself overwhelmed by the heat.

It was as if her thoughts were eggs, being scrambled, being sizzled by this awful fire around her. Everything she was was being consumed by it.

No... she couldn't be weak! Strong, Mourmedy had to appear strong. Letting something as silly as fire...

And yet, even as she thought this, her body was beginning to protest.

An immense thirst had suddenly had her mind depraved of any other thoughts. A thirst for some coolness...

She kneeled over.

The weakness was winning.
 
Flames danced all around Mourmedy, closing in, smoke surrounding her, making it difficult to breathe. And at first, Tanya just let it happen. She began to circle around the flames, speaking to Mourmedy in somewhat of a taunting voice. "Now then, it looks like we have a little bit of a situation here, don't we? Are you all right?" She paused a little while to listen, but then, the Milotic perched still and opened her mouth. She blew a drenching Water Pulse around the flames to blow them out, the resulting steam blowing the thick smoke away. Then, she reached in with her tail and wrapped it around Mourmedy, pulling her back against her body. "There there, it's all right now... The ghost has been taken care of as well." She spoke this time in a gentle, soothing voice, as if she was cradling a child.
 
Disgrace.

Sheer and utter disgrace. She crinkled her nose, and pushed the Milotic's tail away from her. Her expression for a moment betrayed her, it showed bewilderment and annoyance.

How... how could she have allowed this to happen? Tanya had made a fool of her! But no... no. Remember, one had to be aloof in these matters... the mask of apathy was important, it was a vital key to avoiding weakness and shame.

And soon, her expression went back to its usual cold mechanical manner.

Mourmedy merely shrugged, barely acknowledging Tanya's presence.

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"Tanya!"

Lance was running over to the Milotic and the strange rather... blank-looking blonde haired woman who had been with her. Her face appeared a bit ashy, covered in some soot. He observed her weapon...

Hmm, just who was she?

"What... what's happened? Where's Zrantox? And... who is this?"
 
Everything else forgotten, Effigei floated toward Yata-Sasori. He sent a psychic pulse at the Gliscor's mind, hoping to elicit a response.

He found none.

"Wake!" The Claydol said, sending off another pulse. Nothing. He tried sending off more pulses, each stronger than the last, in hopes of waking his friend.

But nothing happened.

"WAKE!" Effigei yelled, sending off his strongest pulse possible.

Yata-Sasori didn't move. And for the first time in nearly two thousand years, Effigei did something incredible:

"Yatasori, please! Answer me! Wake Up! The mission cannot carry on without you!"

No response.

"Wake Up! Please wake up! Without you I... I... I wouldn't know what to do. I may have seemed so in control when we first met but... I was lonely. I needed a companion, a helper. But... you've been my friend this entire time! You showed me purpose again! Without you... my purpose is lost."
 
Sinar looked around. The flames were doused, but the woman it encircled had been sufficiently weakened. The Dusknoir was out of action. Sinar then noticed the Claydol and Gliscor from before, they disposed of the Dusknoir's body.

All threats neutralized., Sinar declared.

Then it looked over at the Gliscor, who was no longer moving. The Claydol continued assaulting it's companion's mind with psychic waves.

Unfortunate that we have had casualties, though., Sinar then noted.

Turning towards Lance, Sinar answered his question as best it could, I do not entirely know. I spotted her in front of the cave entrance with another human, who Zrantox killed. I believe she is a hostile human, however. I could simply look her mind over.
 
Glancing back without waiting for an answer, Cole stared in horror as Pokemon fell, deathly still. The Dusknoir was rather uncerimoniously tossed into the cave…and the Gliscor didn't seem to be moving. The woman was being cradled by Tanya, and Lance was fine…but her eyes were drawn back once again to the Gliscor.

"Never mind landing…" Cole said, her voice wavering. "I think the Dusknoir's dead. And the…was that a Trick Room? It's gone. And…" she faltered. "I think the Gliscor's hurt. He's either unconscious, or…" She stopped, shaking her head. This conversation was turning too depressing. Trying to sound brighter and failing miserably, she finished, "So we can go back now."
 
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