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Open Dreams of the Past

She had no intention of going back. Mist couldn't get her dream out of her thoughts. Darkrai... had she made the right decision? But she couldn't think of a reason that she didn't. Even though he could be lying, he seemed like he was telling the truth. However, she didn't know the real power of Darkrai.

Still, Mist found herself gravitating back towards the chambers. As if they were a sanctuary.

As if she needed protection.

Ugh. Why did she accept Darkrai's offer anyway? She didn't need help.

But this wasn't help for power. It was knowledge, the one thing that Mist had wanted. And apparently, her wish was granted.

By exactly what, she didn't know.
 
Hmm... hostile? I think we should see for ourselves before we make any hasty moves...

He drank in the appearance of the strange coughing woman more throughly... she herself appeared to have been holding a weapon, something which indeed seemed as if it could have been hostile...

And yet, had she been the one who had saved him from strangulation? It was true, he had heard the blast of some weapon going off...

"What's your name?"

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Hmph... what an odd man.

It seemed he was staring at her, with interest. As if he was analyzing her... Mourmedy too returned the favour, as she looked him over. Bizarre clothing...

"Mourmedy."

The man appeared quite interested, and he smiled at her.

"Mourmedy...? What a lovely name. Pleased to meet you, I'm Lance."

Lance... hmm. Where had she heard that before...? She felt it had sounded familar... something she had heard in the near distant past, and she couldn't yet figure it out.

"I hope you don't mind my asking, Miss Mourmedy... but what exactly are you doing here? You don't look like somebody who belongs in such a place."

She couldn't help but feel herself grin a bit. Flattery, huh? He was trying to flatter her... so he'd get the information out. And yet... she felt a rather foreign feeling somewhere in the back of her mind... something unknown to her.

Mourmedy simply ignored it. Whatever it was, it reeked of weakness. He was only trying to suck up to her, his kindness and politeness meant nothing.

"It's not for you to know."
 
Tanya smirked, seeing Mourmedy's momentary lax in her defenses. She stayed silent, however, and began to approach the Gliscor and Claydol. She began speaking softly to Effigei. "How is he? He doesn't look good from here... Why don't you come with us, back to base. If there's anything that can be done to save him, we'll do it." She then spoke up to the the dig members. "We're done here. Everyone who's coming with us, get in the trucks, we're heading back to Goldenrod. We'll get things settled back at base." She climbed up into the back of a trailer, in a truck, leaving the cargo door open in case someone wanted to ride with her. Her personal trailer was equipped with windows and a voice-activated computer system, so that she could keep track of things around. There were a total of 6 trucks - 4 semis and 2 pickup trucks - under Tanya's jurisdiction, that had carried the dig team and their supplies. (and Mourmedy might have her own vehicle, have to ask her)
 
Effigei looked over at the Milotic. "His mind isn't responding to psychic pulses. He won't even react to its strongest form. This was Zrantox's final act... he wanted... he wanted to make sure Yatasori wouldn't interfere with him any longer."

"It's my fault. I was supposed to head back down for he chambers and warn you of Zrantox. But when I saw you move by, I knew you'd found out... if I'd just gone up to help the humans with him, he wouldn't have...."

He gently lifted up the Gliscor's body. "The best thing I can do now is find a place to give him a proper burial."
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Darkness.

That was all Yatasori could see around him.

Is this what it's like being dead? he thought, Just wandering in darkness forever?

"No," a hoarse voice rang out, "But it is the passage between the first and next life."

Yatasori could suddenly see a red triangle int he darkness. The sight was shortly followed by the sight of two glowing eyes.

"Who are-" Yatasori started to say, but the voice cut him off.

"Your time is not done here yet, Yatasori. There is still much you have to do."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I will send you back to your world, with this warning: beware of the being who holds in nothing but heat."

"What are you-" The Gliscor started to say, but then the being's red triangle glowed brightly, Yata-Sasori felt the sensation of his body traveling to another place and-
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He woke up to find Effigei carrying him. Though the Claydol could not show emotion, Yatasori could tell he was holding in great sadness.

"Well, old friend, what happened this time?"

The Claydol looked down and was so shocked he dropped his telekinetic control. Yatasori unceremoniously fell to the ground.

"Alive?!" The Claydol said in shock.

"I am now, my friend. I am now."

Effigie said nothing at all. He was still in shock from seeing his friend wake back up. "How..."

"Even I'm not sure. I was in total darkness, and then I saw this red triangle and two glowing eyes. Then there was this voice that said I still had some things to do. Next thing I know, I'm back where I started. By the way," he added, with concern- or maybe caution -in his voice, "Where's Zrantox?"

"Dead," Effigei said, his voice containing an anger that Yatasori had never heard before.

"Good Riddance," The Gliscor said, and Effigei nodded his agreement.
 
ed'Rashtekaresket sighed, looking over at the Claydol.

"Ed? Hey, lazy, what's happening, why is the-" He whirled on Storm, who stopped speaking at the look in his eyes.

"Just.. go outside. Go out, Storm, wait for me there, before you make things worse." It was a good thing he was talking to her right after a fight; otherwise she really might have made things worse. With a flick of her tail, the Salamence trotted outside, not saying a word.

What happened here, great Master Shark, the Sharpedo thought, turning away from the Claydol and Gliscor. A few words from the apparently dead Gliscor made him turn around, and to his surprise, he was.. alive?

"The hell," he muttered, looking up at Tanya. It seemed there were some things that had to be settled.. and he'd be going with them all after all. Of course, Storm would follow..
 
Sinar looked at the convoy of vehicles. The diggers were set to go to Goldenrod, some far off city Sinar had only ever heard of. While normally content to sit here relatively safe and bask in the sun, there were important things to do, like keeping those sleepers alive.

I still have a bad feeling about that woman., Sinar declared to Lance, But you seem to have her handled., noting the positive emotions that came to her mind before being pushed back.

I will go if a majority of the sleepers are going., Sinar told Tanya.
 
Don't worry, if she tries anything, I'll take care of her. I'll keep a close watch on her... to make sure she doesn't try anything.

"My apologies... I didn't mean to pry." Once again, he smiled in a friendly way, noting that she seemed to have a... strange reaction to his smile. It almost seemed as if she was trying to hold back a smile of her own, as her mouth twisted in confusion. "If you don't mind... may I at least ask where you're headed to?"

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What... what was going on within her mind?

She wasn't so sure. It was strange, all right. Everytime this man spoke... this bizarre emotions within her seemed to stir. Ones that seemed weak... yet pleasureful. Whatever it was... it was causing her to lose control of her facial muscles, and she didn't like it.

And yet she did...

It was confusing. But she adjusted her expression to something more suitable and fitting, it seemed blank now, with only a half-way smirk. She supposed that would have to do...

"To headquarters." She said simply.

"May I come with you?"

This time, she looked bewildered and flustered, and she couldn't control it at all.

"Wh...why?" The tone of her own voice had sickened her, it sounded like a lost child. This bizarre man... what was he doing? What was he plotting? He obviously was trying to weaken her and to trick her... his motives, whatever they were, were dubious, hidden under a veil of kind words.

"If you don't want me to... I suppose I'll go with Tanya's group. I just needed a ride back to Goldenrod. That is where your headquarters is, isn't it?" He continued to grin that maddening smile, it was driving her insane. She wanted to rip it off his face.

But something was telling her, God knows what... to give in to this strange guy.

"Well... I suppose..." She cringed a bit... why was she giving in to this odd childish desire? "...you could come... for a ride."

He continued smiling, and she wanted to smack herself for making such a stupid decision... well, it was just dropping him off, right? Just that... nothing more. Afterwards, she would be done of him. And never see him again. Good riddance.

"Thank you."
 
Skaldia looked down. "Well... As long as the Dusknoir is dead." she rasped, circling slowly and then landing on the ground. "Bah - you're heavier than I thought you were." She seemed... unaffected by all that was going on. Or at least, until she spotted an unfamiliar woman and an all too familiar man talking. Without waiting for Cole to get off, she screeched, "YOU!" and lunged at her unfortunate trainer. She didn't really try to kill him though, instead battering with her wings and snarling with fury. Oh yes, such a great welcome for Lance...
 
The siege was sudden!

"Oww... owww! Hey, STOP!" Lance cried out, as he was attacked by the Aerodactyl. He waved his arms around wildly, trying to bat her away. Mourmedy stood there... watching. Her expression suddenly changing to its usual one of disgust. She crinkled her nose as if a putrid stench had entered her nostrils.

Without so much as a word, she let out a large blast from her gun, not really trying to hit the monsterous creature, but only as a warning.
 
After the shot rang out following Skaldia's attack, Sinar quickly shoved her away from Lance telepathically and flew between the Aerodactyl and Mourmedy.

We had just concluded a fight., Sinar told everyone, Thusly, I would prefer it if we do not escalate into another one.
 
Cole gripped the Aerodactyl tightly as she lunged at Lance. How stupid she had been, to forget her apparent hatred of Lance. Barely hanging on, she slid off of the Aerodactyl's back as soon as the Pokemon paused. "Arceus…this day's kinda sucked." Blinking curiously, her attention turned to Lance. He didn't seem too intimidating or any of that—but her first good look at him had been during his futile attempts to bat the Aerodactyl away.

"I agree with Sinar…can't people just talk rather than getting violent? It would be a nice change, honestly." She wearily made her way to one of the pickups, but leaned against it rather than entered. It was possible that whatever happened next could tell her how the Aerodactyl justified her hatred. And the woman—she was intriguing. Watching her wouldn't be boring, to say the least.
 
Hmph.

Mourmedy simply grimaced, making a turn towards her car. She gave the Aerodactyl once last glare, pure hatred in her features, before beginning to walk away.

Lance had jumped and let out a scream of surprise from the gun going off. It had been a loud blast... she was observing him from the corner of her eyes.

"And I agree also... we've had quite enough with Zrantox." It seemed as if he was addressing her more than the others... he sounded a bit stern.

As if he could stop her! No, no, no... he wasn't her father. He was nobody to her... but she supposed it wouldn't hurt to put away her weapon... just for now. It wasn't necessary yet... the plan wasn't being executed.

The blond haired woman put away her silver weapon as the two of them walked towards the car... she could feel his eyes on her, and she didn't like it.

It made her feel... flustered again.
 
(Bwahaha, Skaldia's only purpose will now be to interrupt romantic moments! =D)

Skaldia flinched back at the blast, and then focused on Sinar. "This isn't your concern." she snarled, retreating to glare at the whole group. "I have my reasons." And then, back to Lance - "Why did you come back? I was finished with you! I wanted a stronger, better trainer! You should have stayed and died!" Wings flapping still, she backed away. To Sinar, she said angrily, "Don't worry, I won't kill him. Though he can't do anything without his Pokemon." Trying to mask her anger with a disdainful snort, the Aerodactyl turned away completely and sprang into the air again, the wind from her wings whipping up dust clouds as she flew overhead.

Despite her obvious fury, she was staying quite close to the group - even skimming just over the ground to fly right in front of the Arcanine she had seen earlier, before looping back. Her wing muscles were weak- she needed to strengthen them.

((Blah. XD))
 
Grrr. He needed to do something to strengthen his muscles again. But then he found out that the Dusknoir is dead he was generally pissed off. He had always loved to fight. Oh well. he continued to go back to the cave entrance to see if he can find anyone else. Suddenly he heard a screech, beating of wings, grunts of annoyance, and a blast. Wierd. He shrugged, and continued on towards the cave entrance.
 
(YAY RUINING SEXUAL TENSION! God, I love Skaldia. She's SO bitchy. XD)

Stupid creature.

Mourmedy watched as Lance blinked, nonpulsed. She swooped out before he even had a chance to respond. Then he sighed, seemingly sadly.

"She'll never change..."

She bit her lip, watching the man look upset. What was that horrid creature's problem with him? Well... it was none of her business.

It seemed he suddenly realized her eyes were upon him, and then he grinned.

"Don't worry about her. Come on, let's go. After you?" He opened the car door in a courteous gesture and she got inside, her mind on various things...

No. Remember the mission. It may have been too late to have stopped the dig... but there was still time.

He then got into the car.

And it drove away, into the distance.
 
Kleh'Drentaht had not ignored the aerodactyl, but once the fighting had finished, there was no real need of him. And besides, that Trick Room had really destroyed all sense of direction for him. For all he knew, he could have been running in circles. Just to annoy the aerodactyl, he hopped onto her back as she took off from the ground after giving Lance a proper beating. Something about wanting a better trainer? He could relate. Very few trainers had ever been good enough for Kleh'Drentaht. They always shouted for him to do something, and when he did it, he lost. He found that most of the time the best thing to do was ignore the trainer and do whatever the hell he wanted anyways. He usually won that way, but the trainer would always call him disobedient, and cast him away. Before he left though, he'd always give them a couple of scars to remember him by. Good times, he thought to himself. Not like now. Asleep for who knows how many years, with humans who hated him, and shot unfamiliar weapons at him. It was going to be hard to adjust, but he'd burn the entire world to the ground if they made any threat against him. This world would love him, or burn.
 
Somewhere.

Time had frozen. Space had twisted. Reality itself was illusive.

This was where Zrantox found himself.

The Dusknoir woke up, and found himself standing on a raised platform. He could see far down; he saw a twisted abyss of fog and shadows.

"Am I in-"

"That's right, Zrantox. The Torn World."

Zrantox looked over to see a winged serpentine creature staring back at him.

"Lord Giratina!" Zrantox said, bowing low, "I am honored that you would-"

"Please, save your speeches, my friend. There is much to discuss, and very little time to do so. But first..."

He gestured with one of his claw-wings, and darkness gathered around the stump where Zrantox's arm once was. In moments, it had shaped itself back into the form of a Dusknoir's arm.

More specifically, Zrantox's arm.

"My Lord, why did you-"

"As a gesture of good faith. What I'm about to tell you, you won't want to hear."
 
((On it, Blaziking. =D))

Seeing that everyone had generally dispersed, Cole decided that it was time to go. Glancing at the pickup behind her, she quickly changed her mind. Making her way in the direction of a different truck, she slowed, and then stopped, as she saw the black Manectric from the chambers. 63. He seemed to be unconscious. Walking over, she decided that he probably needed the rest anyway, and simply attempted to pick him up.

It wasn't exactly the smartest decision she'd made. She realized, as his body didn't leave the ground, that he was probably over eighty pounds, at the very least. Reverting to something more basic, she gently stroked his mane and said quietly, "Hey…63…wake up. You okay?"
 
((Thank ya ;D))

"Hey...63...wake up," a voice said. 63 felt someone stroking him. It was rather...pleasant.

"You okay?" the voice asked.

63 slowly opened his eyes, and found himself looking up at the girl from earlier, Cole, wasn't it? He slowly rose to his feet, and shook himself off.

"Ugh, what, what happened?" 63 asked.
 
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