Cresselia92
Monster Coach
- Pronoun
- she/her
[Since I’m on vacation and I won’t be able to post anything for a while, I’m gonna drop this little behind-the-scenes and possible directions for Silver.]
Before gearing up for another day of training, Silver caught a few tidbits of a failed mission of some group that tried to sneak into the so-called Terminal Two… with little preparation. Many annoyed thoughts began swirling into his mind…
Seriously? What kinda plan did those morons concoct to enter into some high security place, anyway? Sneak in and pray the gods for the best? Are common sense and self-preservation alien concepts around here, or—
… but his inner criticism was instantly silenced by stunned shock upon noticing their sorry state and finding out how they received those wounds. The lingering scent of freshly lost blood and those horrifying scars made him realize how weak everyone and, to an extent, himself still was, and that made him worry about the deadly dangers lurking in the horizon.
After mulling things over, Silver talked with Rodion about recent events, and told him to discuss the matter with other ‘mons and former humans he knew.
Feeling relieved after sharing his concerns with someone he trusted, Silver did his own research on Witching Beasts, aka the Shadow Pokémon, and noted down reports of attacks and potential hotbeds. After spending many days researching and gathering enough supplies for a long trek, he decided to venture out of Frontier Town (hopefully alongside some ally) and look for more answers elsewhere.
Before gearing up for another day of training, Silver caught a few tidbits of a failed mission of some group that tried to sneak into the so-called Terminal Two… with little preparation. Many annoyed thoughts began swirling into his mind…
Seriously? What kinda plan did those morons concoct to enter into some high security place, anyway? Sneak in and pray the gods for the best? Are common sense and self-preservation alien concepts around here, or—
… but his inner criticism was instantly silenced by stunned shock upon noticing their sorry state and finding out how they received those wounds. The lingering scent of freshly lost blood and those horrifying scars made him realize how weak everyone and, to an extent, himself still was, and that made him worry about the deadly dangers lurking in the horizon.
“What the hell is this place?! Is this some kinda horror landscape or something?” Silver mumbled to himself, pacing back and forth in his room, ears flattened in concern. “Witches, vampires, phantasms, and now zombie-like freaks! We’ve got the entire monster circus here!” He laughed bitterly. “What’s next? A rampaging kaiju? A bloodthirsty chainsaw killer? Or maybe some twisted yōkai?”
Tired of his fruitless rant, he plopped on his bed and glared at the floor. “Hrrrmm… What did they say, again? Something about… ah, Shadow Pokémon? Right. Shadow Pokemon.” Silver began rubbing his chin contemplatively. “…Sounds eerily similar to what happened in Orre, with that Team Cyber or whatever. And also,” he sighed somberly, “with Arlo.”
A faint memory flashed into his mind. He recalled the moment he infiltrated one of many Rocket hideouts and found that file while rummaging through the database. Arlo’s Scizor, surrounded by an ominous, sickly purple aura and its narrowed eyes gleaming with a malignant red glow. In one of the recordings, it dealt many heavy blows on a Rapidash, who looked genuinely terrified as it was forced to endure the vicious slashes of that cold-hearted bug. And all the while Arlo cackled in triumph, a manic smirk splattered on his face as he relished the power of his Shadow Pokémon.
Just… What did his cousin do to his own Pokémon to turn it into a war machine?
But unfortunately, there was no way to investigate that matter, so Silver focused once more on the situation at hand.
“…Could those human supremacists have something to do with any of this?” He lay down on his bed, his gaze trailing the ceiling. “Hmph, that would track! Sounds like the kinda stunt a bunch of megalomaniac humans would pull off, after all! Turning Pokémon into tools of war…”
He sighed again, frustrated by the lack of a clear direction and the nebulousness of their situation. Uncertainty bred overthinking, and overthinking bred paranoia. But in that moment, Silver finally made up his mind.
No more dillydallying and flailing around like a waterless Magikarp! He wasn’t going to wait for some horde of Shadow Pokémon to potentially rush into town and spread deadly mayhem around! At least, he wasn’t going to wait without preparing himself for a potential apocalypse.
It was time to regain control of his own future and react — now!
Tired of his fruitless rant, he plopped on his bed and glared at the floor. “Hrrrmm… What did they say, again? Something about… ah, Shadow Pokémon? Right. Shadow Pokemon.” Silver began rubbing his chin contemplatively. “…Sounds eerily similar to what happened in Orre, with that Team Cyber or whatever. And also,” he sighed somberly, “with Arlo.”
A faint memory flashed into his mind. He recalled the moment he infiltrated one of many Rocket hideouts and found that file while rummaging through the database. Arlo’s Scizor, surrounded by an ominous, sickly purple aura and its narrowed eyes gleaming with a malignant red glow. In one of the recordings, it dealt many heavy blows on a Rapidash, who looked genuinely terrified as it was forced to endure the vicious slashes of that cold-hearted bug. And all the while Arlo cackled in triumph, a manic smirk splattered on his face as he relished the power of his Shadow Pokémon.
Just… What did his cousin do to his own Pokémon to turn it into a war machine?
But unfortunately, there was no way to investigate that matter, so Silver focused once more on the situation at hand.
“…Could those human supremacists have something to do with any of this?” He lay down on his bed, his gaze trailing the ceiling. “Hmph, that would track! Sounds like the kinda stunt a bunch of megalomaniac humans would pull off, after all! Turning Pokémon into tools of war…”
He sighed again, frustrated by the lack of a clear direction and the nebulousness of their situation. Uncertainty bred overthinking, and overthinking bred paranoia. But in that moment, Silver finally made up his mind.
No more dillydallying and flailing around like a waterless Magikarp! He wasn’t going to wait for some horde of Shadow Pokémon to potentially rush into town and spread deadly mayhem around! At least, he wasn’t going to wait without preparing himself for a potential apocalypse.
It was time to regain control of his own future and react — now!
- Silver has some vague knowledge of Shadow Pokémon, mostly through some records he found in a Team Rocket’s database;
- It’s revealed that Arlo has turned his own Scizor into a Shadow Pokémon (mirroring the events in PoGo), and that he used Shadow Scizor against a Rapidash (hint: It’s related to another PoGo character);
- Arlo is Silver’s cousin;
- Tired of feeling without direction, Silver decides to do something about the situation.
- It’s revealed that Arlo has turned his own Scizor into a Shadow Pokémon (mirroring the events in PoGo), and that he used Shadow Scizor against a Rapidash (hint: It’s related to another PoGo character);
- Arlo is Silver’s cousin;
- Tired of feeling without direction, Silver decides to do something about the situation.
After mulling things over, Silver talked with Rodion about recent events, and told him to discuss the matter with other ‘mons and former humans he knew.
Feeling relieved after sharing his concerns with someone he trusted, Silver did his own research on Witching Beasts, aka the Shadow Pokémon, and noted down reports of attacks and potential hotbeds. After spending many days researching and gathering enough supplies for a long trek, he decided to venture out of Frontier Town (hopefully alongside some ally) and look for more answers elsewhere.
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