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In the Shadows, Y'all gonna get BIT!
Master Houndoom
post Aug 1 2012, 02:10 AM
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Branwys blushed at Cesc, beaming happily. It was exciting to see his dream up close and personal, and she was certain they'd just scratched the surface.

The conflict between the two new acquaintances registered, but barely bothered Branwys. She'd seen her share of familial bickerings to know one when she'd seen one. It was a little odd that Lyla seemed to be bickering with herself, if not for the looks from Darryn.

All of that paled next to the loss of the tiny (well, not exactly tiny) pink pokemon that had been in Lyla's care.

Branwys squatted next to Dimo as Darryn dealt with his headache. "Dimo, sweety? Do you think you can find the little lost pokemon?"

Dimo looked up at her, his eyes behind his skull helmet quivering as he struggled not to widen them in fear. Branwys stroked the length of bone that formed the nasal covering on the skull. Dimo began tapping his bone club on the ground, agitated, but Branwy's hand was soothing. He had always calmed when she'd stroked this portion of his helmet. The rasping of her skin against bone, the vibrations carrying the sound as a deep rasping hum to his aural canal, soothed him as it always had.

He looked over his shoulder, turned back to her, and nodded.

Branwys beamed at him and then dug into her bag, pulling out a figgy berry and feeding it to him before he walked away. Standing, she turned, hearing Lyla's question, and answering after Cesc. "Oh, I just came here to meet up with mo chuisle here, but yes, I would love to see the inside! I've seen breeders before, but where they were it was so sterile! This place looks rustic, even, dare I say it... cute?!"


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post Aug 3 2012, 01:35 AM
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In the dark space behind his eyes, Darryn fled to the place where all Emotaglows nearby hid when he managed to banish them from regular sight. There, he had no body and neither did the people and Pokemon around him – only their emotional essence pulsated in the void, giving off a myriad colours of varying intensity which denoted each being's emotive state.

Lyla. Blue with sadness, green with desperation, pale yellow with shame. She was the closest to Darryn and so bore the most impressionable Emotaglow which nearly blocked out his vision entirely. Not only that told him that his cousin was nearby – her Emotions carried her own personal signature and he was relying on finding Lima's equivalent. True, it wouldn't tell him exactly where she was but at least he'd be able to work out how far away she was. He brushed those lights aside and scanned a broader range, finding the balls of light that made up Cesc and Branwys then the girl's little Cubone. Expanding his search outward, Darryn's focus shifted through the meadow.

Some small Pokemon was very happy for some reason but it wasn't Lima that had found a sweet Pecha berry. A group of Pokemon, all with the placid calm of a herd, milled around in the long grass. Another pair of Pokemon were pretty angry and, judging from their proximity to each other, it was likely that their feelings were towards each other. But still no Cleffa.

Then, just as Darryn was about to give up as he reached the limit of his abilities, a tiny flicker of fear began to wail in the dark. He focused on it intently and watched as the ball of panic throbbed with an intense terror that only someone in real danger would be able to conjure up.

Darryn's eyes flicked open.

“Someone's scared...” He whispered to himself and automatically began looking around for the source. The herd Pokemon in his Emo-state appeared on the far side of the meadow, a wandering group of deer-like Pokemon with coats that shifted and shimmered in colour between a deep pink and a verdant green. Although Darryn had never seen one before, he was too focused on finding the fearful soul that they went unnoticed for the time being. A Pachirisu with a Pecha berry flitted past them through the grass. Two Bellsprout fought in the far distance to untangle their roots from one another.

Try as he did, Darryn could not see the source of the fear nor could he find the precious baby Pokemon that his friend had given him. Irritated, he cast another look over the meadow and straightened up, moving back to join Lyla with Cesc and Branwys.

*****


“Oh, this place is totally cute!” Lyla agreed with Branwys whole-heartedly. “We're, like, out here because this breeding center specialises in techniques that will totally revolutionise commercial Pokemon Breeding!”

Lyla's beaming smile plastered her face for a long moment before she realised that her explanation of why she and Darryn were visiting was not really an explanation at all.

“Y'see, I'm a Pokemon Breeder and I'm on a mission to prepare some Pokemon for my Center for a couple of customers. Then, when I heard about this place, I was all like: 'Dar, we like have to see this!' and he was all like: 'I totes have a photo shoot' and I was all like:' “but Daaar!' and then he caved and now we're here! The Bouquet of Bonnies is famous for being a specialist in Grass Group breeding and have even found a way to bring out the true potential of Hidden Abilities from all sorts of Pokemon.” Hernotebook was out in a flash, a dainty finger stabbing a page with conviction. “There was an article on the second of May stating that they had even managed to draw out Leaf Guard in baby Budew! That's, like, so awesome! It makes breeding more exciting, opens up doors for new customers and allows for unpredictable battling for any number of trainers around the world!”

Lyla's tirade ended with her nearly breathless. Talking about her passion was one of her favourite pasttimes and she could get carried away rather quickly.

“And we wanted to visit the Breeders here but the Center is locked...” Lyla looked back at the small farm house, “And there doesn't seem to be anyone home.”

<Someone is in there, Ly.> Darryn's voice blossomed in her head suddenly and her back stiffened but she managed not to utter anything.

<What?>

<They must have been asleep or something before but I can feel them now.> Darryn went on as he came up to Lyla's side. <And whoever is in there is extremely scared of something.>

“Maybe we should go and knock one more time to double check?” Darryn offered the group. “They might not have heard us the first time.”

<Is it Lima?>

<No, I can't feel her anywhere near here...> Darryn's thought-speech was strained. <But I can send Romeo after her with his nose – he's so fast we'll be sure to have her back in a flash.>

<I'm sorry, Darryn.>

“And to find Lima,” Darryn maximised and dropped his Quick Ball to reveal the bandana-wearing Romeo at his feet. “Romeo, please sniff out Lima and find where she has gotten to. When you get her, bring her back to us?”

“Teetee!” The lightning hound barked happily and, after a couple of sniffs to the ground, sparked off through the grass.


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post Aug 3 2012, 11:36 PM
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Not sure what 'Mo Chuisle' meant, or even what language it was from, Cesc hoped that it was a term of endearment, especially since it was aimed at him.

"I hope that meant 'Captain Sexypants'." Cesc whispered to Branwys.

As Lyla began to explain their presence, at first Cesc merely nodded and listened politely with a hand gently resting on Branwys' shoulder. But as he heard the phrase: "true potential of hidden abilities", his hand immediately shot into his pockets, procuring a small notebook and a pen. As Lyla pointedly indicated things in her notebook, Cesc scribbled away furiously, focusing on writing as fast as he heard her speak...which proved to be rather difficult.

Cesc dotted the final sentence with a flourish before snapping his notebook shut. With notes accurately taken, he slipped them back into his pockets, just as Darryn arrived.

"Glad your headache's done with, brother." He flashed a toothy grin in Darryn's direction, "Looked like a real doozy."

As the group began to plot its next move, Darryn revealed Romeo, which turned out to be a dazzling Jolteon.

"Wow." Cesc's head tilted to one side as he watched the Jolteon speed off. Darryn's Romeo was not only viciously cool-looking, but also possessed a Shakespearean name, which meant it was a pokemon after Cesc's own heart.

He grinned at the thought of Romeo and Tybalt, Cesc's Zangoose, duking it out as well. It didn't end well for the Tybalt in the play, but then again, it didn't end well for Romeo either. The thought slowly crept away from Cesc before he got too carried away with it.

"Well, let's double check." Cesc hopped right over to the entrance of the Bouquet of Bonnies and rapped the door smartly a few times. There was nothing but a brief echo of Cesc's knocking, so he turned back to face the group. "So far...nothing. Any more ideas?"


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post Aug 6 2012, 11:30 PM
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Branwys smirked, and gently elbowed Cesc in the shoulder before he rose up. "Don't make fun of one of my native languages, a mhuirnín," she said back, not quite a whisper, as he'd been pulling away, but still too soft for their companions to hear. She hoped. "It's Captain Sexyshorts..."

She smiled brightly at him as he rose, then turned to Lyla. She seemed the excitable sort, and her comments about the breeders in the building they stood in front of were delivered in rapid fire speech, soon punctuated with citations and remembrances an comments on technique. It all seemed familiar, but Branwys couldn't quite place it...

Wait, did she say..?

"You specialize in commercial pokémon breeding? Omigosh, my brother Gil works for one! I mean, don't get me wrong, this guy's old fashioned, but that actually helps his business, he caters to the purists who only want Unova native pokémon, which is a silly idea, I mean, there's some really great pokémon in all regions! Agatha, my eldest sister, bred Dimo (eee!) for me, and he's the as good, better, even, than almost any pokemon from Unova! Ooo, do you think they use some machines? I mean, like maybe just something for analysis? Do they rely on some kind of mystical stones? Ooo, I want to know so bad!"

Presently Darryn came back into view. After trying the door, Branwys' heart fell. She had gotten excited.

Then it was posited to try again, with the brief, exciting distraction of Darryn's amazing jolteon, who tore off toward the woods. She couldn't help to feel a little miffed, despite knowing that Darryn had not known she had sent her own Dimo after the little cleffa. Dimo could find anything, anywhere. He may not be fast, but he got results!

Oh well... Branwys stepped up to the door, put her hand out and up, and pulled the door handle down. It stood to reason that if these were their normal business hours, the door would be unlocked.

*-*-*-*-*

Dimo did not like the idea of the going into the woods. Very rarely was he unable to do something that Branwys asked him to do, and when those times came, it was never because of any failing on his part.

OK, there was the one time with the lillipup, the garden, and a malfunctioning sprinkler, but he had just hatched and Branwys hadn't asked him as much as mentioned it in front of him. So it didn't count.

A yellow blur streaked past, saying, or asking, something as it passed, and it was in pokemon speech, but it was speaking too fast to discern.

He stood outside the forest, looking in. Something was wrong. All of his instincts pointed out to an undeniable wrongness.

<'Ey!>

Dimo started, then looked up. Above him, on a sturdy branch, a yellow pokémon, theropodal with baggy skin about his rear legs, looked down at him, his round head tilted slightly in curiosity.

<You thinkin' 'bout goin' in there, eh?>

Dimo scowled up at the pokemon, a motion that was all but invisible through his helmet. <Ja, Hy am, not dat it's any concern to hyu.>

The lizard pokemon jerked his head, tilting it right, then left again, with two small pops at each direction. <Yer funeral, pal. Somethin's in that forest. Somethin' mean. Somethin' scary... Dem folks messed with stuff they shouldta, and now there's somethin' in the dark... somethin' pokémon wasn't meant ta know.> He looked down, a smirk passing over his wide mouth. <Ain't some place you should go, yanno?>

Dimo snorted. <Tanks for da varnink, but hy gotta go vere hy been told.> More about bravado than any better feelings about what the forest held, Dimo stepped in.

The pokémon shook his head, leaning back against the tree trunk, still well in the sunlight. <Hey. Yer funeral, pal...>


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post Aug 11 2012, 10:52 AM
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It never occurred to Darryn that the Bouquet of Bonnies would be unlocked since there was no indication of anyone being home but sure enough, Branwys had opened the door with no effort. Darryn frowned and followed his newest acquaintances inside with Lyla alongside him.

The building was relatively small – a single floor with no more than five or six room with an elongated barn-like structure attached to the back. The dwelling portion consisted a large kitchen, bathroom, couple of bedrooms and a modest living space that indicated that no more than three or four people stayed in the establishment at any one time but it offered a decent amount of space for those who occupied it. It was oddly cold inside even though the sun was shining so brightly outside. No lights were on, no sounds came from within and absolutely nothing was in one piece.

There was a long period of shocked silence as the quartet stood in the wrecked remains of the large kitchen, the dark tiles under their feet strewn with pots and pans, broken crockery, scattered human and Pokemon food, an upturned bin, dead leaves and, most shockingly, a dark red-brown stain spattered up a door on the far wall – probably a pantry.

“Is that-” Darryn began a whisper.

“Oh my God, it's BLOOD!" Lyla screamed and grabbed his arm tightly, hugging to him as tightly as humanly possible with her face buried into his shoulder.

The fear response of Lyla buffeted on Darryn's Empathy shield and he had to focus on nothing else for a moment before he could reign in her terror in his eyes and compact it into a tiny ball that he could work around. The other fearful presence that had been in the building before them had swollen in size as they had entered and showed no signs of subsiding.

“Ly, it's alright...” Darryn stroked her hair with his free hand, trying to keep his own voice from breaking. “You can go back outside if you-”

CLANG!

Darryn yelped and jumped, the shaking form of Lyla letting loose a shriek and her body flung into overdrive as she fought Darryn's grip to run for the exit. They stumbled together and crashed into a heap on the tiles, squirming in vain to get up as the pantry door began to swing open...

*****


Flit! Flit flit!

Romeo's dashing paws made tiny skitters of broken twigs and dead leaves as he flew through the forest, and past a Cubone, after the scent of the newest member of his family. The little one was a cute thing that loved to eat and look in a mirror and for her to have gotten this far on her own from their master she'd also mastered the Agility technique, just like Romeo. He was impressed! For something so non-speedy as a Cleffa she sure had taken off like a rocket. (It was a shame the Jolteon had fewer braincells than a gnat).

*But never as fast as meee!* The Jolteon thought to himself as he zipped under the dappled sunlight after the faint trace of starshape Pokemon.

Tree, tree, treetreetreetreetree! Romeo's feet gathered more and more momentum and the scent of Lima was getting stronger by the second which meant...

FWAAPPP!

The vine struck the ground just ahead of Romeo but his instincts and reactions were second to none! His evasion was one of his best assets and with a smart leap, he cleared the vegetative whip and literally took to the air, spinning back and barking out:

“Charge BeammmAH!” Lightning flew from his mouth in a dagger-like jet that he swept across his vision, cutting through vines, roots and other vegetation like a machete. With electricity sparking around his body, Romeo's fur rose to many needle-like points and his crackling feet plopped to the ground with a hum of static. His ears twitched this way and that, heart hammering a drumbeat in his chest while his eyes scanned for any sign of movement. The darkness around him seemed to vibrate with energy but Romeo could smell no obvious source of the attack nor see what lay in the shadows beyond his vision under the trees...

Motes of broken leaves and dust danced in the rays of sunlight that broke through the forest canopy and glittered around the Jolteon like diamonds as he tensed every muscle... More vines!

“Thunder WaaaaaaveAH!” He shrieked as a ring of vines burst from the forest floor all around him, reaching for his body like fingers of a starving monster. His power tore through the plants once more, a circle of lightning zapping out in a circle to target every direction at once. Well, every direction but upwards.

FWAAPPP! The Power Whip thundered into Romeo's skull and in a daze that lasted only a moment, the Jolteon screamed out to the forest in a whimper of pain. Then the shadows claimed him.


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post Aug 14 2012, 04:08 PM
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Branwys had applied Occham's Razor in its most pure form. There was a door, and she had opened it. Amused, Cesc began to wonder if the constant need for the flashiness and trickiness of Contest Battles was beginning to bleed over into his everyday thought processes. Sure, he was already a relatively showy person, with his style and mannerisms, but it didn't mean that his most perfunctory tasks had to be the same way.

Following after Branwys, the co-ordinator took a good look around the room. Cesc hadn't seen a place this messy and unused since living in The Under. Even that place had long since disappeared after all its denizens moved up top to Pyrite Town. The Crevice had been filled in, and now the Under no longer existed...which meant that this was probably the messiest, most neglected place on earth, as far as Cesc was concerned.

At Lyla's scream, Cesc, without thinking, stepped in front of Branwys protectively. His reaction surprised him, considering that the noise had come from Lyla.

But then the ensuing "CLANG" rang through the kitchen, and Lyla and Darryn found themselves in a tangled heap on the floor. Cesc's hands balled into fists immediately as he tensed. The fear in his body transformed quickly into adrenaline, and Cesc prepared to attack, with his bare hands, whatever appeared from the pantry. Such a heroic and foolhardy reactions had never been part of his physical vocabulary before. Even the thought of retrieving one of the pokeballs from his vest was completely abandoned. Then again, he couldn't remember the last time, if ever, that he'd been this terrified.

Face pale, fists trembling, Cesc chanced a glance back at Branwys, offering a weak smile:

"Don't worry. I've got this."


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post Aug 24 2012, 01:22 AM
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When Lyla screamed, Branwys about jumped out of her skin. She had been fascinated with the interior of the place, and not a little creeped out, that a place so lived in would be so... empty.

Lyla had been much more affected than Branwys, or at least much more outward about it. Branwys was plenty frightened, but it had always been her instinct to shrink back, be small (shaddap!), remain unseen. Lyla's reaction was surprising. If something was in there waiting for them, he, she, or it would certainly be ready to pounce now.

Branwys had taken Lyla's reaction and subsequent induced clumsiness with something akin to aplomb. Her sister Zola was quite excitable herself, and had been prone to screaming at being startled when Branwys was much younger (usually due to some perceived danger Branwys had been in).

But Branwys was not. Healthy fear was fine, but she never allowed fear to overwhelm her. Zola said that she was too fearless, but that wasn't true. She simply knew there were times, many times, when fear had to take a back seat.

Being startled, though. THAT was something else, and Branwys' heart was still pounding.

Cesc had stepped in front of her, and that was sweet, and noble. But then he'd told her he "had this", and that was... a little annoying. She didn't call him out on it, though. She wanted to, but there was scattered food, and what looked like either extreme rust or... worse, on the walls, and a door was opening.

Branwys pulled Tinka off of her bracket on Branwys' bag and rested her against the long sleeve of her forearm. Tinka obligingly hovered there, touching the girl's arm, not perched on it, but against it, like a shield. Branwys took a step up, pulling even with Cesc. They would handle it.

Probably mostly him, but not for lack of her trying.

The door opened fully, and all thoughts of a fight fled Branwys' mind. "Oh, honey," she said softly, lowering her arm.

*-*-*-*-*

There was a commotion ahead. Something was fighting something else. That wasn't odd, in woods, or tall grass, or any place else pokémon lived wild. Nature Red in Fang and Claw was the rule. Even if the Fangs and Claws were also sparks and flames, or vines and water, or dark thoughts and fighting spirit. Survival was what it was, and battles were, after all, a natural extension of a pokémon's instinct.

That was why Dimo never understood, whenever he'd deigned to pay attention to whatever silly newscast or television show that had such debates, why anyone would want to halt the tournaments or other activities that let pokémon battle. Sure, it wasn't right to force a pokémon to battle that didn't want to, not when it didn't need to to survive, but to deny it the ability all together?

Humans could be cruel.

Dimo could see flashes in the distance, and, remembering what he had been like when *he* was young, he moved toward them. The humans talked about the missing pokémon as if it had been young. Flashes of light were sure to attract him... her... it...

There was a yellow streak blazing over in that direction, making a ruckus and having a good time. He could hear the snap of electricity, but paid that no mind. He had nothing to fear from that particular energy...

He managed to get close enough to see the jolteon go down, and that wasn't right. Something about him, maybe his cleanliness, maybe the way his fur laid flat while unconsciousness claimed it, maybe the smell he was now close enough to catch, told Dimo that this wasn't a wilder.

Dimo threw his bone, watching as it curved out in a diagonal arc, striking something away from the jolteon before arcing back to his outstretched claw. <Hyu vant to take him? Hyu gots to get tru me, first!>


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post Aug 25 2012, 10:33 AM
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“Nooo....” Lyla groaned as she fought to free herself from Darryn's arms, the pantry door slowly swinging back to reveal their demise...

Or not.

From the dark on the other side of the door, a tiny boy around the age of five or six peered around the corner. His fawn-coloured hair was in disarray over a cute little face with a smattering with freckles and dirt that made him look as though he'd been sunbathing under a sieve. His eyes were wide and shining with a blend of wonder and fear, echoing the tears that had clearly falling in unwiped trickles down his face where the dirt had been stained into little dark rivulets. A matching streak connected his nostrils and mouth where the tears had caused a runny nose.
The boy's clothes were dusty and torn, a simple combo of a t-shirt and shorts that had seen better days but were otherwise intact. He wore no socks or shoes. In short, he looked an absolute state.

“Oh honey...”

Branwys's offering was on Lyla's lips, too. This sorry soul of a child looked like one of those refugees in a war-torn country on the news that was quickly followed by an advert for sponsorship of a sick orphan. Any charity wanting an opportunity for a child welfare marketing photo would have been snapping away for hours with this kid.

Darryn and Lyla, more than slightly relieved, were able to untangled themselves a lot more easily and return to standing along with Cesc and Branwys to see the little boy regarding them all with concern born from fear. The Co-Ordinator could sense that the boy was definitely the source of fear that he could feel from the meadow and, judging from the state he was in, it was clear that the child had experienced some very serious trauma.

“Are you, OK?” Darryn asked quietly, trying to offer the boy a smile. The boy simply stared back for a moment before slowly giving a single nod.

“Like, where are his parents?” Lyla looked around the group. “This is totally weird.”

The boy's eyes began to well up with tears at the mention of his parents and Lyla began to frantically backpedal.

“Nono, baby!” Lyla fussed, holding her hands together under her chin. “Please don't cry – we're nice people, really! Um, like, we, like, came to visit the breeders here and just found the house like, well, like this... Where is everyone?”

“I-in,” The boy's voice was dry and hoarse, “in the sh-shadows...”

“Not ominous at all...” Darryn muttered to himself but it was clear that everyone had heard him. He blushed a little and addressed the group. “Uh, shall we go to a Pokemon Center with this kid and-”

“No!” The boy yelled, shrinking back into the pantry. “Not in the dark!”

“It's not dark...” Lyla crouched down and fell into breeder-talks-to-baby mode. “It's still the afternoon. And if you're scared of the dark, we'll be with you. Right, guys?”

There was a general assurance of safety from the others but the boy remained unconvinced.

“I-i'm not scared of the dark.” The child's protest was shaky but firm, almost as though he was trying to convince himself just as much as the trainers. “I'm scared of them in the dark.”

A chill ran up Darryn's spine. This was way too 'horror movie' to ignore. No adults around, a trashed house, a lone and scared child, talk of 'them' in the dark... Too much was pointing to the 'get out of here' on the Darryn descis-o-meter for him to be comfortable with staying in the house to talk to the kid.

“Have you got a name?” Darryn asked softly. “I'm Darryn and this is my cousin, Lyla. That's Branwys and this is Cesc. We're all Pokemon trainers so you don't have to worry about a thing if we go outside – we promise.”

“P-promise?” The kid was met with softly warm smiles as he stepped completely out of the pantry, looking from one trainer to another with wide eyes. He gingerly took the out-stretched hand of Lyla and said quitely, “my name's Bobby.”

“Nice to meet you, Bobby.” Darryn reached down to softly stroke the boy's uncontrolled hair. “You're very brave.”

*Well, you are now, anyway.* Darryn thought as he sucked out a portion of fear and injected a healthy dose of hope and trust into Bobby's Emotaglow. Thankfully, there was a spark of both already there so there wouldn't be any ultimate confusion for the boy's shift in mood.

<Ly, can you take care of him and get him some Moomoo Milk or something? Something is majorly wrong with this place and I doubt we're going to have a simple trip to the Pokemon Center anymore.> Darryn sent his cousin as they made their way out of the house and back into the meadow.

<Y-yeah, sure.> Lyla's thought-speech even sounded shaky.

“So, what are we thinking?” Darryn asked Cesc and Branwys once Lyla and Bobby were a safe distance away and the breeder's Azurill was present to start helping to wash the boy's face off. “Pokemon thieves came and roughed the place up? The kid's parents got too involved and ended up getting hurt? Nothing about this place is normal...”


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Tensing up as he prepared for the pantry door to open further, Cesc felt a strange mixture of both annoyance and relief as Branwys stepped up next to him. It gave way to the sense that they'd probably be fine. Cesc felt a bit confused at all the emotion running through him. Sure everything felt like they were currently in a horror movie...but it didn't mean that something horrifying was going to pop out of the pantry. More than likely, it would just be a pokemon, and they'd either fight it or let it go. There was no need to bodily through themselves at it.

Though, Branwys in a set of viking armor, Tinka Shield, and a horned helmet was an amusing image.

He couldn't help but crack a grin at the thought. He'd have to ask her to try that outfit out, even if just for their own amusement.

The smile, however, quickly faded.

A tiny, terrified and raggedy looking child emerged from the pantry door. On the one hand, Cesc felt extremely glad that no nightmare monsters from realms unspeakable had emerged. On the other hand, he had not expected this. Cesc immediately recognized the look of a child who'd been on his own for a bit; something not uncommon back when he lived in The Under.

He stood in silence for the moment as he watched the interchange between the boy and his current companions. The boy's response to the question: "Where is everyone" was unsuprisingly portentous. Darryn's muttered response only drew a nod of assent from Cesc.

Before long, Lyla had led Bobby back out to the meadow, and Darryn turned to them, pondering ideas. Pokemon Thieves sounded reasonable, and probably the most logical.

"I dunno." Cesc looked around, casting a glance around the room. "I guess it makes sense...but I don't see how they'd scare the kid that badly to the point where he wouldn't even try to escape and get help." Maybe he was giving the kid too much credit. Bobby didn't look to be more than five years old, and maybe big scary men with big scary pokemon were just as scary as shadow monsters.

As his adrenaline finally dissipated, he looked around the room once more, scanning to see if anything looked particularly out of place. Upon first inspection, he found nothing out of the ordinary, given that he wasn't even sure what qualified as ordinary.

He began to wander around a bit, eying things that seemed interesting, but found nothing even remotely helpful.

"We might as well look for clues, like they do on tv. Maybe we can figure out what the "them" is."


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Branwys looked around the kitchen. It wasn't with a little shame that she noticed her eyes dashing quickly over the rust brown stains in the corner. She wasn't a fearful person, normally, but there were only two things that could possibly be from... and she knew enough about rust to know that wasn't it.

She checked the pantry, where the boy had been hiding. It was probably a smart move, plenty of food, and there were some cans of some kind of drink he could probably hold out with. The lack of strong smell was significant, she knew, but she hadn't placed what until it hit her: he hadn't had to go to the bathroom while he was here. Come to think of it, the food hadn't been touched, either.

That meant he hadn't been in here long.

Coming out of the pantry, she looked over the kitchen, unconsciously edging away from the spattered door. It was a shambles. Everything except for the bulk of the table was broken, and the chairs were a mess. The door had been half ripped from the stove, and the refrigerator's outer shell was badly dented. Not so badly dented, she noted, to break the seal keeping in the cold in. She opened it and looked at the food inside. It was at least half full.

She wandered out as Cesc looked for clues, as Darryn did what he had set out to do. She had been quiet from the exchange, because she was right scared, but something was bothering her. Something wasn't right.

The living room was worse than the kitchen. She couldn't see where "Them" had entered yet, but she thought she could determine where the chase had taken place: There were the remains of some pieces of furniture, some heavy, some obviously thrown in desperation. There were more dead leaves around, scattered amidst the shattered furniture, including a large pile that appeared to still be drying.

There was an obvious path, and Branwys could almost see the chase, the frightened, panicking people, Billy carried, screaming as who... or what... got closer and closer, until, finally, the pantry door was opened, and Billy was thrust in, but his guardian, his father, mother, or both, were grabbed from behind, having only time to slam the door, protect their son before--

Branwys gasped and bolted to the kitchen, passing Darryn and Cesc, until she got to the pantry. She yanked the door open, looking at the packaged, still barely touched food. Despite the potential for "gee, Branny, have you gone crazy?!" she went to the refrigerator and opened it. Half empty. Half full.

"They didn't touch the food," she said, clearing her throat and looking toward the stain on the door with growing horror.

*-*-*-*-*

Dimo was shaky, on his last legs. It was only his experience that had kept him up for as long as he had been able. That was about to change, drastically, and he found himself oddly complacent.

He would miss Branwys, he decided, in the afterlife. But who knew? He'd heard tell of a brave Mother of his species who lingered long after death to protect her young. Maybe he could keep himself around Branwys long enough to protect her.

The vine came from his left, but at the last second he realized it was a feint and, instead of spinning and parrying it with his bone club, he dropped to the ground, letting two vines, one from the left, and one from the right, pass over him. He rolled away, panting.

He wasn't about to just give up just because the end was near.

Felt bad for the sparkdog, though.

Another vine. Another strike.

Another dodge. For as long as it took.


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“That’s it, Suika.” Lyla fussed her Azurill as he poured bubbles over Bobby who was actually quite happy to rub himself down amid the foam while stripped only to his underwear. At Lyla’s heel, her Miltank named Momo was churning out a Moomoo Milk into a sterilised bottle that the Breeder carried in her pack for emergency baby-Pokemon feeds.

The events within the Bouquet of Bonnies had spooked Lyla to her core and she was still extremely uncomfortable outside the building on her own but she had to be brave for little Bobby and Darryn. Whatever horrors the kid had been through, Darryn was clearly rattled by the scene they had found and the loss of Lima. That said, Lima was sure to return with Romeo any minute – the Jolteon was insanely fast and there was simply no way the tiny Cleffa could have gotten far on her own.

“Thanks, Miss.” Bobby said as Lyla wrapped a fluffy cream towel around his shoulders. His little smile was sweet and she was able to return it with a heartfelt one of her own.

*Damn, I love kids!* Lyla crooned inwardly as she helped Bobby dry himself and pull on his clothes which had become another practice for Suika’s Refresh attack.

“You are, like, quite welcome, Bobby.” Lyla smoothed the kid’s hair and handed him the freshly squeezed moo-juice which he drank heartily. “Do you think we could talk about what happened in your house?”

The boy stopped drinking and looked into the milk silently. Just mentioning the fact that something had gone down at the Bouquet of Bonnies was rattling him? Whatever it was must have been serious.

“Sh-sure.” He managed, sipping the milk slower this time. Lyla sat on the grass with him, her pink and white dress billowing around her like a table cloth. Bobby sat on it cross-legged and close to the Breeder. She looked him over once more. Nothing about the way he carried himself said that he had been physically abused but he had definitely seen something in that house.

“So, how did you, like, get to be here on your own?” Lyla started plucking a daisy and splitting its stem in the middle. She threaded another daisy through the hole and passed the pair of flowers to Bobby. He took it slowly and made a more awkward split in the stem of the second daisy, reaching for another flower to continue the chain.

“Mumma and Puppa were here,” he said as they began to pass the growing chain back and forth between them, “but they didn’t come back to get me.”

“Where’d they go?”

“I dunno…” Bobby raised his eyes to look sadly at Lyla. “I didn’t see but they were sayin’ that the linnynige had gone wrong.”

Lyla raised her eyebrows. “The lineage? The lineage had gone wrong?” She asked again.

“Yeah…” Bobby frowned. “What’s a linny... lineage?”

“It’s the family that you come from.” Lyla explained, weaving a buttercup into their daisy chain. “Say this buttercup is me, then this daisy would be my Dad, then this one my grandpa, then my great grandpa and so on.”

“Like a family tree?”

Just like that! But when we talk about the lineage of Pokemon, we look at the different kinds of Pokemon that are in a single individual’s ancestry to determine what the next step in the chain will be like before it happens.” Lyla began to pick different flowers and weave them into places higher up the chain. “Now let’s say this chain is a Pokemon’s lineage. At different times in the past, other kinds of Pokemon have been introduced and it passes on certain traits to the babies down the line. If we know all of these things about a Pokemon then we can pair it with another to get the babies to look a certain way, know certain attacks or even behave differently.”

“Or have different Abilities?” Bobby suggested.

“Well, yes!” Lyla laughed. “Wow, you’re, like, totes smart, Bobby!”

“Sure I am! I can tell what Ability any Pokemon has!”

“Ha! Well, that would be totally cool if you could,” Lyla ruffled his hair fondly, “but you need to, like, make a Pokemon battle first in a lot of cases to work out what they are capable of.”

“Nu-Uh!” Bobby shook his head profusely. “Mumma said I have a gift. She said that I was special.”

“Special…” Lyla’s stomach gurgled. How was that possible? She’d been a Breeder for a couple of years and had never ever heard of the possibility that someone could ever tell what Ability a Pokemon had just by looking at it. Maybe this kid was special like Darryn was special…

“It’s true!” Bobby jumped up and pointed across the meadow. “See those Pokemon?”

In the distance a pocket of quadruped Pokemon were grazing. On close inspection, Lyla could see that they were fawns with shimmering pink flanks that depicted floral patterns under the sun. Some were shifting in and out to a verdant green colour, almost as though they could not decide which colour they should be right there and then. Whatever they were, Lyla had never seen one before but they were certainly beautiful.

“Those were bred by Mumma an’ Puppa. They ask me ‘What Ability do these Deerling have?’ an’ I look at them an’ I just know it’s called Chlorophyll. I dunno how, I jus’ know!” Bobby explained.

Lyla couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It wasn’t possible! But, sure enough, the Pokemon named Deerling all turned their heads in unison as if hearing something in the distance and jumped into a spritely run, their legs flickering with golden sparks as they dashed at top speed through the grass under the bright sun.

“And what about that one, Bobby?” Lyla pointed to a Deerling that couldn’t keep up with the others. It looked slightly different from the others, the sun catching it with a different light and setting its fur a shade lighter than the others.

“Oh, he’s got something called Sap Sipper.” Bobby explained. “The only one in the lot. Mumma and Puppa kept saying ‘You tell us when one has Serene Grace’ so I checked and checked.”

“So why are those Deerling free in the meadow?”

“Broke out when… when… they got out.” Bobby’s mood clouded over. “The ones that went wrong.”

“Pokemon with a bad lineage? They broke out here, at the Center?” Lyla pressed the boy for information. “What Pokemon? Did they do all that damage in the house? What did your parents’ do?”

“I, I dunno…” Bobby frowned. “But they got a big book and write everything down in there every day. It’s sooo boooring.”

“Do you, like, think we could go and read it?” Lyla grew a little more hopeful for their situation. At least it wasn’t some sort of psycho loose in the woods butchering people!... Like that made any difference?!

*But a Pokemon wouldn’t do just jump up and hurt a person… would it?*

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With Cesc and Branwys both looking around for any sign of what had happened at the quaint breeding center, Darryn moved into the hall and leaned his back against the wall for support. In all the excitement of being inside the trashed Breeding Center he had almost forgotten that his Cleffa had gone missing and there was no sign of Romeo’s return. He reached out with his Empathy and felt nothing like the bubbly signature of the Jolteon but that might only mean he was out of range – Darryn hadn’t experimented fully with the distance he could sense but he doubted it was beyond a couple hundred metres or so.

Branwys wandered about quietly, seemingly caught up in looking for clues as Cesc had suggested and so Darryn decided to take a look around himself. Venturing to the bedrooms set his nerves a little on edge as there was no guarantee that the perpertrators of the ransacking around them had left the premises.

The master bedroom was largely untouched but the room that was decorated for a young boy, clearly Bobby’s, was messy. Not like anything had trashed the place in the same way downstairs but more as though a certain young boy had hurriedly grabbed things out of drawers and from under the bed, leaving unwanted clothes and toys strewn across the floor. Was this the doings of a kid who was scared to be in his own room? Dashing in and out with the item he wanted already in mind so that he’d not have to spend more than a second extra on his own in that space?

“Poor guy…” Darryn whispered to himself as he returned to the kitchen, Branwys hurrying in behind him and yanking open the fridge.

“They didn’t touch the food.” Her claim was momentarily nonsensical to Darryn. So? Do Pokemon thieves or general burglars usually take the time to grab lunch on the way out? But then as she looked at the apparent blood stain, eyes widening with horror and red aura flooding her Emotaglow, the Co-Ordinator was able to put two and two together.

“You think whatever did this ate the breeders?!” Darryn gasped. This was unreal! He defensively reached for Lady’s Pokeball and stroked the top of the capsule for comfort. Whatever threatened to jump out from hidden corners surely couldn’t hope to stand up against her. “Sorry, but this is way too murder-in-the-dark for me. And after that kid said they, whatever they are, are around in the dark then I’m not sticking around to be next. We should get that boy to a Pokemon Center and call the police or something.” He glanced towards the window then down at his watch. “There’s about two or three hours until sunset – I’m finding my Cleffa and getting out of here before then. What are you two going to do?”

Just then the room became crowded again.

“Darryn!” Lyla stumbled into the room with little Bobby on her heels. She was red-cheeked from running in and her breathing was rapid. “Something that was being bred here did this – Bobby’s parents were doing some sort of experimental breeding. Somewhere they, like, kept a diary. If we can find it then we can, like, see what did all of this.”


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"Gee, Branny, have you gone crazy?" Cesc grinned as Branwys made the mad dash past him. From prior experience, he had figured Branwys to be a person who did not let things stand in her way. Perhaps it was a bit of a Napoleonic Complex. Really, though, he realized rather quickly that she was simply a determined person. When an idea struck her, she simply couldn't let it go. Case and point example: She'd stolen a sonic emitter in the middle of a Bug Catching Contest from two rather dangerous thugs.

Fortunately for him, he'd been on the same side as her each time. He didn't exactly want to humour the thought that he could one day be the obstacle. In this case, he'd been a minor one geographically, and that her current vector indicated that he needed to move. That was fine. Following her back into the kitchen, he tilted his head as she declared that food was still present.

"If they're kidnappers, why would they take the food?" Cesc blinked. "Wouldn't they have their hands full with Bobby's parents?"

Then Darryn summed it up for the slower Cesc, who immediately forced himself to suppress his gag reflex. Francesco Rojas, purported brilliant detective, had failed to rule the possibility that non-humans had performed the abduction. Also that the crime had been an abduction. With Bobby's level of fear-paralysis, Branwys' claim and Darryn's simple, but gross, summation, Cesc wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to stay around in such a place much longer.

"Well then it's settled." Cesc gulped, "Let's find her and get the hell out of here. I mean look at us! We're gorgeous! We're the people that get killed in horror movies!"

The young man took a second to listen to what he had to say and realized that he had resorted to blurting things out in a panic. Taking a deep breath, like he did when he was a young rapscallion, he allowed himself to calm down slightly to rationalize a little more clearly.

That all changed as Lyla charged back. Nearly jumping out of his skin at her sudden arrival, Cesc managed to squeak: "Omigoddon'teatme!". He visibly relaxed once his brain realized that it was Lyla and not, say, a terrifying Pinsir with all sorts of mandibles.

"Well..." Cesc nimbly plucked a pokeball from under his vest, enlarged it and dropped it to the floor in one deft motion. Once the flash subsided, Tybalt, Cesc's Zangoose, stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking inquisitively up at his trainer.

"Tybalt, stand guard here at the door. Let us know if anything's approaching, got it?"

"Okay. Let's find a diary." He looked over to the small child, who looked notably cleaner than when they found him a bit earlier in the pantry. "Bobby...do you know what the diary looks like, or where your parents kept it? Would you like to help us find it?"


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Branwys was still staring in horror when Darryn had asked his question, whether or not she believed that whatever had come in had not only harmed, but also, possibly, ate, the breeders.

"The door to the fridge was thick. They were giving chase, and maybe they had the wrong angle, or maybe they didn't have the... physica- No, that's not right," she stopped herself, muttering. "Maybe something kept them from being able to open it... but they tried, you can tell by the dent... the stove door is also thick, but it doesn't have as much holding it closed. They practically ripped the door off..."

She walked to the pantry, shuddering as she caught sight of the stain. "This door wouldn't have been a barrier at all..." She shuddered, her eyes closing. "So they must have found what they wanted... something to.. to eat..."

She swallowed thickly. The realization had hit them all hard, shaken them to the core. Perhaps if she had thought of that, she wouldn't have paid any attention to Cesc's comment, or even would have offered him a warm touch to calm himself down. Unfortunately, she was just as rattled as the others, perhaps even more so, as the images wandering through each mind had originated in hers and therefore had had the time to grow stronger, more outrageous and menacing, until instead of one creature chasing the family, it was a horde of them, and it was too late, and they had already been impregnated and soon their chests would burst open in blood and gore and creature-foetus and...!

It was at this point, just before Branwys began the stages of a full on panic attack, that she heard Cesc proclaim that they needed to leave, as their, meaning his and Darryn's lives were in danger, since they were the pretty ones who always died in the horror movies first. It wasn't the out and out selfishness of having said it was time to leave because they might die; she could understand that, and eve agree, so long as they took little Billy with them. No, what made her angry, and would have been a clue that this anger wasn't exactly warranted, was that Cesc had said that he, and Darryn, were the pretty ones. What, then did that make her?

She scowled, deeply, but turned back to the door, doing her level best to ignore the pair.

That was when Layla burst in, causing Branwys to jump her height and land, sprawling, on the floor. Fortunately for her, Layla had all the attention. Unluckily, her bottom hurt.

They went into a bearby room, a room that looked a bit like a lab, to look for the diary. Branwys was soon distracted, however. There were pieces laying all around, pieces of machinery, broken, or simply with components pulled off, and Branwys, remembering the blood stain on the wall, began to gather parts, plans running through her head, keeping one ear on what, if anything was being read aloud.

*-*-*-*-*

The thing loomed above him, and Dimo despaired. His bone, it seemed, was broken in two pieces, but even as he struggled on shaky legs and bleeding tail to stand up, he held the pointed end of one half up, ready to stab out, and make the meal the creature before him was preparing to take hurt like hell...

A cry from above rang out, distracting Dimo and the creature. The creature made the mistake of turning and looking, to challenge the foolish pokémon who would dare to try to steal its dinner. Dimo lashed out, slamming the sharpened tip of the half-bone into the appendage the creature was standing on. In turn, as it roared and squealed its anger, a yellow, rounded foot smacked directly into it's face.

It was two to one odds, and the battle had been pitched. Dimo finally got to his feet, angry, ready to fight to his last breath, but a familiar voice pulled him from the battle haze.

<'Ey, you got anything that might give us cover?>

<Vhot?!> Dimo turned, seeing with his good eye the yellow round headed thing that he'd spoken to at the edge of the forest. <Hy taught hyu vouldn't be caught dead in here!>

The round headed lizard stepped forward and struck out. <Yeah, well, my other plans fell through, so I thought I'd risk imminent death. You got cover or not?!>

Dimo looked at the creature, then at the lizard. <Ja, ja. Grab de moot.>

<The what?>

<De moot, de moot, de leetle yellow poopy dock!>

The lizard looked around, seeing the jolteon nearby. <We ain't got time for this!>

<Hyu make time,> Dimo growled, before facing the creature. Holding his bone out in front of him (he promised himself he wouldn't cry over it), he activated the power Branwys had taught him from the machine, unleashing a localized sand storm.

<Ow! Hey! Dammit, give a guy some warning!> The lizard had grabbed Romeo by the scruff of the neck, and was pulling him to safety. <Man, that stings!>

<Not me it don't. Feels kind of nice, ja?>

<NO!>

They scampered as fast as the limp -eon and a limping cubone could let them. After a while, Dimo broke the silence, though quietly.

<Hyu haven't see a leetle pinkypoof, huh?>


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Darryn really didn’t think much of the so-called ‘lab’. For one, it was pretty tiny and for another, where were all the high-tech machines and Bunsen burners and flasks filled with colourful liquids? Sure, Darryn wasn’t utterly stupid, but to him the ‘lab’ was more of a prep-room. Then again, anything that might have looked scientific might have been in the jumbled mess strewn across the floor. Yet again, a smattering of dried leaves decorated the wreckage and it was finally beginning to dawn on Darryn what their significance was. If a Pokemon was responsible…

“Razor Leaf…” He whispered to himself touching a point in the central bench area where a neat slice had been taken out of the worktop. “Magical Leaf?”

“How big is the diary, Bobby?” Lyla asked the kid who was holding her hand in the doorway to the lab. Darryn, Cesc and Branwys picked through the rubble gingerly as the pair watched their progress.

“Umm…” Bobby’s lower lip puted outward as he thought long and hard about the book his parents had written their work into. “It’s dark blue and sorta… this big…” He gestured with his hands, marking out a book about ten or twelve inches in height.

“So it’s A4.” Darryn interpreted, turning over a pile of fallen textbooks on Pokemon husbandry. “Thickness? Any pictures or text on the front?”

“Any words?” Lyla reverse-interpreted for Bobby.

“Nuh-Uh.” Bobby shook his head. “Just blue and this thick.” Again with the hand gesture.

“This could take forever.” Darryn muttered, picking up another fallen book. “What if it isn’t even kept down here?”

*And what are the chances it’ll still be in one piece?*

“Let’s see if there’s another way to search.” Darryn said as he finally dropped Lady’s Pokeball at his feet. She materialised in a crimson flash and sat patiently at his feet, her tails curling around her ankles. Large chestnut eyes looked around the wrecked room apprehensively. She still had not spoken to Darryn but she didn’t ignore him when they trained so he hoped she was in a more helpful mood when he summoned her.

“Lady,” he began, looking around the room and inwardly sighing at his long-shot of a plan, “I don’t suppose you can use Extrasensory to find out where a particular diary is in this room? Its blue and-“

“Vul.” Lady turned up her nose.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’…” Darryn muttered, looking around at the mess once more. “Then how about using Extrasensory to lift all of this stuff so we can sort through it quicker? Like a conveyor belt?”

There was a long pause as Lady considered this and bowed her head in obedience. When her brow came back up her eyes were glistening with a mystical blue light and the items and objects on the floor began to hum with the influence of her Psychic energy. One by one, items were lifted off of the ground to float to the far wall and begin stacking in neat piles.

“Ooh, like, cool.” Lyla watched from the doorway with Bobby as Cesc and Branwys moved out of the way of the lab’s equipment beginning an aerial dance across the room. Books, broken glass, odd utensils, shattered pieces of a keyboard, frayed wires of destroyed machinery all levitated into view in an orderly line for everyone to examine before moving into a settled position away from the humans’ feet. As each item went by, Bobby shook his head sadly until…

“There! That one!” He cried breaking away from Lyla and snagging a navy blue book not unlike the one he described from the air. Lady shot him a lofty look and lowered everything that was airborne to the ground. She looked at Darryn meaningfully and he recalled her without question. Bobby trotted back to Lyla and handed her the tome. “This is where all the… linny… linny…”

“Wow, OK.” Lyla flipped the book open and skimmed the pages. “Yep, this is,like, definitely it.” She confirmed, skipping to the last couple of entries. She read in silence for a moment before stabbing a finger to the page and looking to the group urgently. “It’s all in here! The breeders were, like, experimenting with the transfer of a move that I’ve, seriously, never heard before to their offspring. Something called Rage Powder? Anyway, they were trying to pass it from this, like, Unova species called Amoongus to Carnivine.
“It says the offspring were similar to the father, Amoongus, with the trait of preferring the shade and, like, totally didn’t remain active during the day when the breeders were trying to coax the babies into showing the new move. The problem was, when the babies did try Rage Powder in practise it seriously backfired. The young Carnivine, like, ended up dosing thethemselves with the Rage Powder to the point where it had a reverse effect and wouldn’t obey the breeders anymore.
“The last entries say that the angry Carnivine were, like, unable to leave the center during the day since the sunlight hurt their eyes, thanks to their heritage from Amoongus, but this led to them being totally unable to get energy from the sun. Since they were effectively starving – oh, a lot of Plant group Pokemon don’t eat anything with their mouths, by the way – the Carnivine resorted to feeding on living things and ignored normal Pokemon food. They, like, targeted any small Pokemon they could find so the breeders feared for their other stock here at the center and so wanted to restrain these Carnivine until another food got shipped in. That’s where it finishes.”

A long pause.

“So, they escaped and attacked the humans that were holding them prisoner and starving them?” Darryn raised an eyebrow. “That’s sounds reasonable to me.”

“Darryn!” Lyla gasped, shooting a worried look at Bobby. Darryn instantly blushed.

“Oh, I mean,” he gulped awkwardly, “I get why they would have been frustrated but that’s no excuse for what’s happened here.”

*Like eating Bobby’s parents…* He added darkly for himself

“So, what do we, like, do now?” Lyla asked, stimulating an embarrassed shrug from Darryn. “Any ideas?”


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"A4?" Cesc raised an eyebrow as he plucked a dark blue book from a nearby pile. The book, sadly, didn't match the size parameters that Bobby had interpreted, being far too small to be the one they wanted. He placed it neatly on a desk, despite the inherent mess of the rest of the room.

Then, as he continued to rummage around, Darryn summoned a Vulpix to the room. Within moments, he had to move out of the way with Branwys to make room for the floating array of paraphenelia. Placing his hands on Branwys' shoulders as he stood behind her, he watched, fascinated, as the Vulpix made use of a rare psychic power. Despite the severity of the situation, he wondered the use of a psychic pokemon's abilities in an appeal. The inherent flaw with this new idea was that Cesc had no psychic pokemon, or even any pokemon with psychic potential. In fact, upon thinking about it, he had a team of very phsyically oriented pokemon.

As Bobby sprang forward, grabbing one of the books, Cesc found himself grinning. The panicked little child from earlier had seemingly regained his composure and spirit, which was a good thing. Seeing a terrified child had dampened Cesc's spirit immensely, but seeing the child spirited in the face of horrible nightmare monsters seemed to do wonders for Cesc's mood.

"Amoongus? Carnivine?" Cesc had seen neither pokemon in Orre. It made sense, logically, that the two were grass pokemon, as the Bouquet of Bonnies specialized in them.

Darryn made a fairly snarky comment, and Cesc shot him a significant glance, trying to silently indicate with his eyes that Bobby's parents were the 'captors' in question. Evidently Lyla had done precisely the same thing, so perhaps the double set of laser-guilt eyes had done their job.

"Not sure." Cesc sighed, letting go of Branwys and plopping down on a now vacant, conveniently placed chair. "I mean, I'd love to get out of here, as I mentioned earlier. But, Dimo and Darryn's Jolteon are still out there, as well as Darryn's Cleffa. Even if they find the little puffball, I'm not comfortable leaving them out in the woods to fend off some carnivorous plants by themselves." He blinked for a moment, shooting a worried glance at Darryn, not sure how to bring up the subject

Oh crap. What if his Cleffa got eaten?

* * *

Tybalt's ears twitched. The ever-serious faced Zangoose tilted his head slightly, trying to hone in on the sound in the distance. It sounded like...a whirlwind had kicked up in the forest. Normally, that indicated a battle had broken out. More than likely, a bird pokemon had whipped up the whirlwind to rid itself of an attacker, which made some sense in the Zangoose's mind.

The forest in general made him quite uneasy though. His survival instincts beeped madly inside his head, attempting heavily to get him to return to Cesc and to the safety of the pokeball. Something about the forest made him uncomfortable, and not knowing precisely what made him feel that way was starting to make him anxious too.

Yet, like the loyal soldier he was, Tybalt kept his vigilante gaze over the forest line, intent on making sure that no one approached. Tapping his claws together, he clacked out a little rhythm, as a means of keeping his mind off of the uneasiness in the air, but that only served to annoy him further. He stopped once he realized that clacking his claws brought him no enjoyment whatsoever.

Maybe, just maybe, if an enemy appeared, then at least he could make himself useful.

He paused once more, tilting his head and flicking his ears. The whirlwind didn't quite sound just like some wind. It sounded...scratchier. As he scanned the forest once more for clues, he felt the strong urge to investigate the unnatural wind. But, as Cesc had ordered, he stayed put on guard duty. Hopefully something would emerge so he could take his mind off of his discomfort with the forest. Maybe an enemy would appear. That'd surely give hiim something more pertinent to think about.

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Branwys wasn't listening. Not completely.

She had, while they were searching for the book, taken time to explore the small lab. It had struck her as it had struck Darryn, though she didn't know he'd thought along the same lines: For a top notch reeding facility, it was awfully short on tech.

Yes, she had found some broken pieces here and there, enough to cobble something together, but she had expected more, and now her fingers itched to find something else. The gnawing fear in the back of her mind certainly didn't help, and it was no coincidence therefore that the majority of the plans, speculations, and blueprints floating around in that small yet efficient brain were offensively charged.

So they looked, and Darryn even made stunning use of the unique talents of his vulpix, yet it passed Branwys by with hardly a thought. While they perused bookshelves, she looked through cabinets, and found a veritable treasure trove of defunct machinery. They, the breeders, had evidently started with some tech, but as it became obsolete, or broke down, they had stored it away, without replacing all but the needed. At least, that was the story that popped into Branwys' head. Some of it seemed new, but had been shunned for one reason or another. She was certain some of it was in perfect working order.

It was with half an ear that she listened when the book in question was found and read. She heard mention of carnivine and rage powder, and sneezed as soon as she heard it, puffing up a little cloud of powdery dust. It didn’t distract her. She'd found a servo motor, a working batter, and a capacitor that would fit perfectly with it all. She could make a shock prod out of that It would only hold four charges max, but they would be strong charges, and would be a powerful deterrent.

She had plans to rebuild an electric bread knife she found in a different cupboard. It had been a surprise to find it. It was usually a kitchen implement, but, then, the casing had been smashed pretty well.

She had found industrial batteries in a drawer, the kind used to power cordless tools or flashlights, and had, in fact, found a flashlight, one of those long, bright mag lights that could be used as a club at need.

She had one more plan, if she could only find a pair of strong magnets. She turned to have Dimo sniff them out, and her heart seized.

Dimo was out there. And it was getting dark.

Her hands trembled. She'd finish here, give one of these each to her friends, and then see what they could do to find Dimo, and the little one.

Aren't they grass types? That's bad... isn't it?


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Darryn was frozen to the spot by the enormity of Cesc’s words. Romeo and Lima were both out there… With those rage-driven and starved Carnivine… They would be fresh, warm bodies in the dark shadows of the forest where those hungry gaping mouths awaited them… Cescs thought that the Pokemon out there would have to fend for themselves? That hardly scraped the surface of what they would really be facing.

Electric types had a disadvantage against Grass types so Romeo’s attacks would be weak against the Carnivine if they chose to attack him. Then Dimo, Branwys’s Cubone, would have a severe handicap and wouldn’t fare any better. As for Lima… Well, Lima was just a baby!

There was simply only one thing for it – they’d have to go into the woods themselves to get their Pokemon back. But then, what would that mean for the humans? How would they possibly fare against any number of crazed Tryffyds in the dark? Would it be even possible to find the three missing Pokemon before the sun went down totally? Heck, would the sun being up even matter under the shade of all those trees? In fact, who was to say that these light-sensitive creatures were not becoming more and more accustomed to the sun since their escape?

<Hellooo?> Lyla’s thoughts crept into Darryn’s mind and it took him a moment to realise she had been brain-yelling at him for a while. Her eyes screamed silently in a ‘durr’ sort of groan. Darryn allowed his shoulders to relax slightly.

<I saaaid,> Lyla transferred her gaze back around the room, <You’re not, like, thinking about going out there?>

<There’s no other choice!>

<Romeo’ll be fine! He’ll be back with Lima in, like, five minutes and then->

<He’d be back by now!> Darryn cut her off more harshly than he intended. <Somethings happened, Ly! I just know it! I can’t sense either of them!>

<OK, OK.> Lyla rolled her eyes and gave Bobby’s shoulders a rub. <But the sun is, like, going down pretty soon so…>

<I know, I know…> Darryn chewed his lip. More than anything he wanted to reach into his pocket, pull out his cellphone, and call Jaima to come with them. Of course, that would be impossible – what were the chances that he was within a couple hours walk of them? He had no Pokemon that could carry him at high speed or Fly to them but damn he had Shadow and Mercury. Heck, even Meiko with her super-strong Heracross or Tuesday with her tempermental Charmeleon would have been a welcome sight right there and then. At least Darryn wouldn’t feel so alone on such a dangerous night.

<You’re staying here, with Bobby.> Darryn fastened his gaze on Lyla and her own widened instantly. <No questions or ‘buts’, please. That little cupboard has keep him safe for this time so you can both go back in and wait for me to get back.>

Lady’s large chestnut stare watched Darryn and Lyla intently. Her tails swished ominously behind her but she did not interrupt their private conversation.

“I’m…” Darryn gulped and looked quickly to Cesc and Branwys, “I’m going to look for my Pokemon…” Damn that sounded so stupid in the situation. “B-but I’m going n-now…” And it was getting increasingly difficult to hide his mounting fear. “S-so, um, Ly, you and Bobby keep safe here and I-I’ll come back as soon as I, er, can.”

He let a quick breath out and nodded to his cousin, steeling himself before hurrying from the room. “C’mon, Lady.” And his Crimson Vulpix dashed after.


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Cesc had seen this side of Branwys pop up at least twice prior. Once, when they'd first met, she'd started tinkering with something, and somehow managed to work while walking without hitting anything. The next, she'd run off with a sort of sonic inducer-machine during a bug catching contest, putting herself in great danger from thuggish mooks.

This time, though, she seemed to be ignoring the conversation about flesh-eating, nocturnal plant monsters.

But, each time she'd disappeared into her own little world like this, the effects afterwards had been positive; she'd created Cesc a harness to stay on his Skarmory mount, she'd destroyed the sonic inducer that had been driving bug pokemon crazy (and gotten him a metal coat, at that), so he figured that if he left her be, she'd come up with some brilliant ideas on something to deal with the "Carnivine" problem.

On the other hand, while Branwys moved into her 'zone', Darryn was apparently fleeing his. The strong, confident young man Cesc had first encountered was on the verge of cracking. Of course, there was a good reason, considering two of his beloved pokemon were out there in the wilderness with plants that would eat them.

"Okay, I'm going too. We've got to find Dimo." Cesc nodded to Branwys. "I'll leave Tybalt here with you, Lyla."

Tybalt's ears pricked at the sound of his name. He turned to look questioningly at his trainer, who quickly issued his next order with a confident smile: "Hey buddy, I need you to stay here and keep Lyla and Bobby safe, okay?"

The cat-ferret nodded, a bit concerned that Cesc was leaving him for the moment, but he padded loyally over to his charges, sitting in a very cat-like way next to the young boy.

"Branny, I'd honestly feel a lot safer if you came with me." He reached out and held her hand. "So let's go look for Dimo together, okay?"

With that, he hurried out after Darryn, taking a mental checklist of Pokemon on hand: Valentine, a Chimchar, Oberon, a Sneasel, albeit probably still a bit pooped from his earlier match, and Bardolph, a Scyther. All of his pokemon held excellent type advantages over the Carnivine. Perhaps he'd let Bardolph fight, and just let the Scyther go axe-crazy all over the carnivores.

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Branwys hadn't yet registered Cesc's words. She was fitting the third device with a rubber sleeve that would have fit two smaller tubes together ordinarily. When she finally did hear him, he was holding her hand out to her and telling her how he would feel safer with her out there.

She looked around. Darryn was gone, Lyla and Billy looked as if they may be staying (she couldn't tell if they were happy about it or not, but she wouldn't have been!), and Cesc had made arrangements for his zangoose to stay behind and protect Lyla and Billy.

"You OK, squirt?"

Tarvek chuckled as Branwys shook her head against his ribs. "I told you it was too much for you, kidlet. You're too young to watch scary movies."

"Nuh-uh! I'm ten!" Branwys' voice was muffled against Tarvek's chest, and he chuckled.

"Yes," he said, stroking her hair. "A big, tough girl."

She finally did turn to the TV, only to hide again when the creature reached out to swipe another victim.

"Aw, don't worry, Branny. Those guys are being dumb. They're forgetting the most important rules. First: Don't split up. Second: If you have no choice but to split up, make sure everyone has a weapon."

Branwys looked up and nodded, firmly. "They're dumb."


"This is dumb," she whispered, then, taking Cesc's hand only long enough to stand up, she walked over to Lyla, handing her the device she had just finished.

"This is a shock prod. You can touch any part of the metal to something and it will shock them. The capacitor charges after five seconds, so make them count. And don't touch the metal part! Don't touch it to Billy! Don't touch it to anything metal! There's only maybe four charges, so make sure they're not wasted.

She turned to go to Cesc, then stopped. Billy. He'd been awfully brave throughout the whole mess, and resourceful, too...

She reached into her bag again, pulling out the electric bread knife. She had finally worked out how to jury rig it to take DC power instead of AC without heating up too much. She handed it to him gently. "You look like a smart kid, and I know you've been brave..." briefly, she recalled a similar speech from Agatha, who had given her Dimo after Branwys had prevented an angry ekans from biting a sentret. Agatha had had to bend over, something Branwys didn't need to do, since her neck was slightly craned upward. "I think you should take this. Just in case, all right?"

Billy reached out tentatively and took it, looking up at her. Branwys smiled in what she had hoped would be a kind, reassuring one. "No offense, but I'm personally hoping you don't have to use it." She winked lightly, then turned to follow Cesc.

As they walked out the door, her hand dipped into her bag once more, pulling out a hand held device with a circular saw blade attached to it out. She had been surprised to find it in the first place, and it had only needed a new battery. Luckily, she had found a case of them in the same cabinet she'd found the saw in the first place.

"It's dangerous to go alone. Take this with you."


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“Still no sign of either of them…” Darryn whispered to himself, his eyes fluttering open as he retreated from the Empath space and back to reality. “What about you, Lady?”

A simple shake of the head, odd coming from a non humanoid Pokemon, was her only reply. Darryn didn’t have it in him to fight with her silence anymore – she’d grow up sooner or later whether he yelled at her or not. Instead, he hoisted his backpack and looked to the east towards the darkening forest. Beyond that treeline two of his precious Pokemon had disappeared and, if they were still awake or conscious or… or alive… beyond the reach of his unnatural abilities or the psychic skills of his crimson Vulpix. He was, for the first time on his journey, without someone else that he could rely on for support or protection. Without Jaima’s leadership, Meiko’s experience or Tuesday’s knowledge. Without a hope of finding Lima or Romeo and yet there he was, ready to put his own wellbeing on the line for the slim chance he could rescue them from the surrounding dangers infesting the forest.

When had everything changed? At what point had his furry and feathered accessories become the friends that he craved the company of at any moment? Was it when he was able to see how they truly felt about him? Did he feel some sort of need to reciprocate that adoration that Bravo the speedy Pidgeot had for him or the gratitude that the Butterfree, India, had exuded upon her beauteous evolution? Was it the playfulness of Jolteon Romeo? The acceptance that a dim-flamed Ponyta named November had received that had made her love him so much? Or the freedom that he had provided Zulu the Cranidos? The thankfulness of Victor, his Squirtle, to have found a Trainer who could see the value under that tough shell? Even the hopefulness of the baby Cleffa that had been dropped into his life only recently that she, one day, would be able to compete in the glitz and glamour of Pokemon Contests all because of him?

Or was it the heartfelt companionship that he shared with his beloved Vulpix, Lady Foxtrot, since they began sharing their thoughts with word passed only between their minds?

“OK then… Let’s go.” Darryn somehow fought off the wracking shakes of fear that were threatening to consume his body. He’d have to find the Pokemon that loved him because, quite simply, he loved them just as much.

Footsteps alerted him to Cesc and Branwys leaving the breeding center building. Relief, warm effervescent relief, should have been building in Darryn’s veins but despair remained all the same. These weren’t the friends in Team Rogue that had saved him time and time again: Jaima coming to save him from falling into a cave system on Mount Carello, Meiko saving the day when a bunch of crooks with out of control and fully evolved Pokemon attacked them, Tuesday with her wide knowledge of edible plants and berries kept them all going in the Arapet Forest. What did he ever do for them?

“You keep getting stronger, Jaima.” Darryn grabbed Jaima by the hand in a handshake but they embraced around their clasped hands all the same. In that grip, the Co-Ordinator grinned at his friend. “Because next time we meet up, we're going to have a rematch!”

How stupid Darryn felt now. In those last words he made to Jaima before he left to pursue his career as a Co-Ordinator he had felt sure that he’d one day be able to battle the other Trainer on an even footing and maybe even win but how could he? Jaima was always the first to rush to the aid of his friends of his ‘kids’ and never seemed to consider a thought for himself along the way. That sort of selflessness was a powerful thing that could inspire all sorts of strengths in his companions and Pokemon but Darryn simply didn’t have anything that could match it.

“Vul…” Lady’s soft whisper was the most contact that Darryn had had with her in weeks. He looked down at her to find those large chestnut eyes searching him slowly. He sighed.

“I don’t know why you won’t speak to me, Lady.” Darryn murmured, stooping to smooth the curls on her head fondly. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

“Pix vul…”

Darryn straightened and looked out across the meadow. A herd of cervine Pokemon grazed placidly in the failing light, a single member of the group detatched from the others. Darryn wondered if that fawn felt like he did – unable to keep up with the others – and hoped that he was wrong. With Cesc and Branwys along side him, Darryn swallowed thickly and began to walk with heavy feet into the darkening forest…


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