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Posted by: Douken Sota Jun 18 2012, 09:23 PM

Flying with the Aerodactyl made a major difference when it came to travel time compared to flying above the Arcanine. Unless there was a pile of Snorlax rising higher than Mount Carello or the original size of the meteor that could of killed them, there was very little that could slow them down, let alone stop them. However, sometimes you do get some funny reactions. Like Sabre passing by another flock of Skarmory and his jaw dropping as one in the other flock cawed like crazy, as if laughing.

"Don't tell me that was the Skarmory you were trying to replace back at the farm." Bullseye as Sabre cried like crazy, throwing Douken off his back before catching his shoulders in the bird's talons. "Okay, okay, I get it. Nice set up for the Sky Drop though. You seemed to of been doing some practice."

Raising up, the bird let go of Douken before looping quickly and catching the human on his back again. That damn Xatu, Sabre thought. I'm really going to get that bitch...

With the sun quickly falling, Douken called to Pan, "Looks like night's coming. Might be a good chance to land and make camp while we can still see land this easily." The bird's have been flying nonstop anyways, so they must be exhausted as well. However, camp seemed to of found them as a rotating spotlight caught the trainers, which made Douken see what was going on.

Out on the mountainside was a light purple, four story building, stretched as long as 26 rooms (as seen by the windows) The top of the building seemed to of had a greenhouse touch to it, as all he could really see was green through the glass roof. Each end of the roof, however, had four rotating spotlights on each side and the center was set up with a helipad.

"Wonder what that is..." Douken muttered. "Hey Pan, wanna check it out?"

Posted by: Lapras177 Jun 21 2012, 06:37 PM

The boat ride from Johto was rough. Lilly must have thrown up at least seven times, and Zeus, a caterpie, had to laugh every time it happened. It wasn't Lilly's fault, she was used to holding onto Ice Beam, a spheal, when in the water. When she landed she threw up again. She had thrown up enough to last her a life time.

So, Lilly was happy to be on land again. She had decided to ride towards the big mountain in the middle of Furoh. It was her second day riding on her bike toward the mountain, she had let out Ember, a ponyta, to run alongside her. Ember loved to run, and tended to run alongside Lilly a lot. She had run with Lilly all over Kanto. Lilly had reached the base of the mountain, on the north side, and it was starting to get dark. Since her travels in Johto she liked to sleep under trees, there were some on the east and west side.

Lilly, unable to make up her mind sent out Zeus. "Zeus which side of the mountain should we make camp on?" Zeus, with his mind always on food, decided that east would be better. "Good boy, you should stay in your pokeball for the rest of the trip." Zeus returned to pokeball, though not without sticking his tough out at Ember. Ember didn't care, because Zeus seemed to be a little on the crazy side lately.

As Lilly and Ember started off toward the east side of the mountain, Ember started to pull a little ahead of Lilly. When the two had travelled together before, Ember would do that when she wanted to race. Lilly started to pedal harder and Ember started into a gallop. In no time the two had reached the forest on the east keep on going. They probably would have keep on going until it was pitch black, but some lights up ahead caught there attention. “Ember, want to check that out?” Lilly screamed into the wind hoping that Ember could hear her. Ember seemed to have heard Lilly, because she was slowing down. “I guess this one will be draw, Ember.” Ember responded with a snort. “Fine we can have a rematch, but we really should see what those lights are.”

Lilly and Ember continued up to the lights at a steady pace. They soon came to the source of the lights, a light purple four story building, though by the looks of it it was a hotel. “How does a hotel room sound to you?” Ember shifted her weight in a concerned way. “What are you worried about? Come on, it would be a nice a break from sleeping outdoors. I promise we won’t do it all the time, I don’t think I could handle that.” Ember chuckled and headed into the hotel with Lilly.

Posted by: Toogee Jun 30 2012, 01:31 PM

Pan’s journey across Furoh had gone exponentially faster now that she could join Douken in the sky. Upon the wings of Valkyrie, her shiny aerodactyl, the researcher sailed above the usual routes and their obstacles. Despite Pan’s fears, the fossil pokemon proved to be rather good tempered, following commands to land when the need arose. Though she was good to Pan, it was not so clear as to whether express the same courtesy to anyone else.

At her height, Pan saw the continent in a whole new perspective. Its vastness was quite evident; the rural countryside didn’t seem to have any end. It was infinite seas of green grass bordering along a massive forest on the foot of the great Mt. Carello. All of Pan’s worries were miles below her as she took in the beauty of the land.

Just then, Douken suggested that they visit the building below them. It wasn’t just any building though. A glass roof emphasized a place of luxury, specifically for those who wanted to stargaze indoors. There seemed to be plenty of room judging from all the windows on the sides, though the spotlights that pierced the orange sky were attempting to fill the place to full capacity. Such an invitation only encouraged Pan to dive down further to investigate.

“Sure, let’s dive down,” Pan replied, eager to see what this place was about. She loved adventuring in general, but perhaps the researcher’s favorite part was spontaneity. Coming across some hidden treasure (or in this case, an intriguing building) was what made a regular expedition into an extraordinary one. She had her share of surprises over her adventures: the massive tree in Fidona, the Groudon temple in the Underground, and even an ancient world preserved beneath their feet were among her finds. Someday, Pan would enjoy recalling her adventures to her child.

That day, of course, was coming sooner than she expected. Pan had only found out recently that she was pregnant, but she was still watching her stomach for a baby bump. It was a countdown timer for when her body would tell everyone her secret. Pan had every intention to tell her friends, but the one person she absolutely had to tell first was Justin. What was thought to be the last act of their lives turned out to be the first of another. As soon as she told him, Pan would be free of carrying her secret. If only he would pick up the damn phone…

“AEEEERRRRROOOOOO!!!”

One thing Pan found out about her latest capture: Valkyrie loved to make an entrance. As they dived downward and slowed for a landing, the aerodactyl gave a mighty roar. It drew more than a few people to their windows, not to mention it scared the magicarp out of a few passersby. Once they landed, the people stood in awe of the ancient pokemon, her shiny purple scales glittering in the dimming afternoon light. Pan dismounted and stroked the pokemon’s chin as she took a better look at the building.

The purple building turned out to be a hotel called “Crescent Inn” judging from the sign posted above the door. Though there seemed to be plenty of rooms, the people gathered at the windows suggested that they were filling pretty quick. With a helipad built upon the roof, something told Pan that rooms didn’t come cheap.

“I don’t know, Douken,” Pan said, “This might be a bit too rich for a couple of walk-ins to snag some rooms.”

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Jul 4 2012, 02:23 PM

Justin was just lying on his bed in the moderately priced hotel in Gigarte. His left arm was under his head and his right was holding Ninjask's pokeball. She was buzzing around the room, moving faster and faster, and basically just having the time of her life. Justin enjoyed being able to just watch her having fun.

He heard the little "beep" sound from outside the door, indicating that it had been unlocked, which meant Nate was coming in. Immediately, he felt his stress level shoot through the roof.

"Yo," Nate said, looking quite stressed out his own self.

"What's up?" Justin asked.

"Where's your phone?"

"What?" Justin asked. "Why?"

"Where is it?"

"It's-" Using his left hand, he checked his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, then looked at it. "Oh. It died."

"Dumbass,"

"You try to call me or something?"

"Yeah," Nate shrugged, sitting on his own bed. "We got a mission."

"Why didn't you just come get me?"

"'Cause they found me at the pokemon center. Omar, Ace and Miriam. They tried to call you, but you didn't answer so they just gave the mission to me, told me to tell you."

"Okay," Justin said. "So, what do we got?"

"Recruiting,"

"Like..."

"Like, we gotta find the third member of our unit."

"Oh," Justin sighed. "How do we do that?"

"By looking, I guess," Nate smiled.

"Ugh, sounds boring."

"If only we could convince Tag, huh?"

"No," Justin shook his head. "Tag's gotta stay on the outside. If he joins us, he's trapped here just like we are."

"What about-" Nate kinda nodded his head and trailed off.

"No."

"Why not? You know she'd do it."

"I don't know that."

"She would, though. If you told her the whole story, that we're trying to bring it down from the inside, she'd join to help. She's more of a wannabe hero than you are."

"It's not happening."

"Alright," Nate shrugged. "And Douken? Her friend?"

"We already have a dopey guy with strong pokemon."

"You mean you?"

"Yeah," Justin smirked, rolling over to plug in his phone.

"Well then who? We can't really put up fliers."

"We need someone who wants to take down Team Deception as much as we do," Justin said, sitting up. "By any means necessary. Only thing is, I don't know anyone who even knows about it who's not already in it. Aside from Tag, but we went over that."

"I think I got an idea." Nate said as Justin's phone beeped.

"What's your idea?" Justin reached over to grab his phone.

"Those guys," Nate said.

"Oh yeah, of course," Justin said, sarcastically. "Those guys. Why didn't I-"

"Who tried to steal the briefcase. Who tried to steal Da Bomb?"

Justin paused. "Those guys."

"Those guys. They knew about Team Deception, and they openly went against them."

"Omar didn't leave a message," Justin said as he looked at his phone.

"Yeah, he just gave the mission to me," Nate nodded.

"I got a message from Pan,"

"Nice," Nate smiled. "Well, are we agreed on the guys from Mt. Carello?"

"Nate, we don't know their names. We don't know how to find them."

"My guess would be Arasam,"

"Alright," Justin shrugged. "Gotta start somewhere, at least."

He stood up and called Ninjask back into her pokeball, then went outside to check Pan's message. As it seemed urgent, he immediately gave her a call to see if they could meet up soon, and to see what the urgent news was. In the back of his mind, he kinda knew. But he didn't allow himself to even think of it.

Posted by: Douken Sota Jul 4 2012, 03:26 PM

the male Amazon could not help but chuckle as Valkyrie gave a commanding call when people were trying to sleep as they landed. With a pat on Sabre's neck, the armored bird took a landing as well, receiving a Sitris berry from his bag shortly after. And as they stood at the entrance on upon the ground level of that was called "Crescent Inn," Pan was clearly right. Coming from trainers of loose change and working with given resources, being able to sleep in nice rooms would look like a nice, but expensive change. However, i was an interesting sight to the triners, but more of an interest t the person coming out of the door.

"Welcome, welcome," said the man coming out of the hotel. Decorated in a grey long sleeve shirt, red vest on top, and dark slacks, the new man greeted the two with open arms. "I am Siegfried Rost, and this is Crescent Inn, one of my newest establishments. So good to see so many interested guests within its first week's opening. Come in, come in. i am sure you must be tired from your journey." Even though it is hard to get tired when flying, time was still an essence, and they still had yet to eat since they last landed. Might as well see what the place is about.

With the two guided in, each were handed a small pamphet full of information and deals as Mr. Fost talked about the placement of the hotels, where some of the donations to funding the building came from, and some planned competitions they had set in the future, one they were calling "their own version of the Battle Arcade." Some of the information seemed quite interesting, mainly on how the populations change depending on what the moon was like. The information only sounded like it affected the nightly species, so it was only a guess day time was natural Pokemon form the mountain.

"Now then, why don't we get to business now? I am sure a couple like yourselves would enjoy a bed together so-"

"We aren't a couple," Douken interrupted, waving it off as he skimmed though the offers,"So two twin beds or a bunk would work fine for us."

"Right, right. It is not uncommon to see traveling trainers of opposite sexes to be in a relationship, so I only assumed. Please pardon me. Now then, If we do go with a bunk bed room, add in dinner and breakfast in the morning, I can go for... 5200 Poke." Just as expected, out of their budget.

"What what about this?" Douken asked, holding the pamphlet back out and pointing at a section.

"Oh, right! You see, we are all about our competitive trainers; whether it is against the Gyms, Contests, or Stadiums; so we have special offers where each badge, ribbon, or medal gives them a discount, which can go from 20-90% off! We even give a 50% discount to those who join in our tournaments and competitions. Are you saying you qualify?"

A smirk came onto Douken's face as he reached into his bag and pulled out his badge case, flipping it open to reveal the Emberwing and Twilight badges. Immediately, his fingers went to they keyboard, muttering, "Two badges, quite impressive. An easy 50% there... Now just this... and this... And out total is now 3900 Poke!"

"Now how is that 50%?!"

"Its 50% off you. Unless your friend has her own badges, she must still pay full price." Talk about a dick move there, but maybe he could do some convincing. He told him not to let the fame get to him, but he was going to use the card himself.

"Now I wonder how Darryn would think about that? I mean, if the co-coordinator heard about this and doesn't like it, his opinion about this place may hit you hard."

This made the man freeze. "D-Darryn? As in Darryn Kellor the two ribbon co-coordinator?" With a nod, Siegfried's mind went through the numbers. Contests had more of a show publicity than gym battles, and Kellor was a big name. There's no way two trainers know such a popular man! But... what if they did? If they destroy my reputation like this... no no no, i can't let that happen!

"It is still a policy in experimentation," he lied through his teeth, "so I think i will let this exception slide. Which means giving the entire room the discount which would give you 2600 Poke. How about that? Goes that seem more reasonable?"

Looking at Pan, he waited for her opinion, knowing that either way, they would be paying their share for it. However, as he waited on her, the elevator opened, showing an finely dressed, angry trainer storm out, one of the workers trying to stop him from leaving.

Posted by: Toogee Jul 10 2012, 10:37 PM

Pan returned her aerodactyl back to her pokeball as she followed Douken and the host Siegfried into the inn. The lobby area was nice, or so she presumed. The researcher was bombarded with brochures on Crescent Inn, its upcoming “Battle Arcade”, and its pokemon populations. As a researcher, the latter was particularly interesting; perhaps she could do some hiking in the evening. But first, they needed lodging.

Mr. Rost had offered them one room for quite a bit of money. It seemed a bit presumptuous to assume they wanted the same room, not to mention a little leery that he would be so willing to group teenage couples together with one bed. As a businessman, one would think he would have offered two rooms first! It most certainly would have been preferred by Pan, but the price point was rather steep. Still, he had a monopoly on hotels in the area, so beggars could not be choosers. They would have to rough it out in one room.

Before she could inquire about walls separating the beds, Pan was immediately taken aback when Douken threw in Darryn’s name to save more money. Pan had known the coordinator for years and would never consider taking advantage of her friend’s fame. Douken stayed with him for a few weeks and was acting as though he was his latest beau. They hadn’t been away from Petropolis for a week and he was already trying to score another free meal off the coordinator. The nerve! When Douken turned to Pan, he would be met with a death stare and crossed arms, a signal that he had crossed some sort of line.

“Well,” Pan said in a very bitter tone, “let me sweeten the pot for you. I’ll be sleeping outside.” With that, Pan turned around and headed in the opposite direction, beating the angry patron out the door. It was the first time she had ever become angry with Douken since…ever? They were normally good-natured partners, but using their acquaintance (mostly hers) with the coordinator to save a buck just seemed wrong.

As she stormed down the stairs, and onto the field, Pan noticed that her pokegear was ringing. Her anger subsided just briefly as the name “Justin” appeared on the screen. She quickly answered the phone and kept walking around the property.

“Hey,” Pan replied, not particularly well-versed in greetings after one night stands. “Um, I’m at this little inn at the bottom of Mt. Carello. You think you can get here?”

As Justin inquired about her situation, the researcher took a glance at her stomach and kept her reply brief.

“Let’s just say this isn’t something a phone conversation can cover…”

Posted by: Douken Sota Jul 29 2012, 04:35 PM

Talk about a smooth move. In an instant, Douken had pissed off his traveling partner by what could now be seen as a very stupid move. You got to remember, they don't work with connections like your "sisters." Douken told himself, turning to Mr. Fost, who had the same death stare on him as Gibbs.

"So then, I am guessing you do not know Mr. Kellor then, I suppose?" the manager asked, placing Douken in a tight spot.

"Well, I do know him, but not as well as she-" Douken tried to explain, but was cut off by the manager's hand.

"No need to play off of it any further, young man. I am already taking away your Badge Discount because of the faulty story. Try to take this any further, and you will be the first man banned from this hotel." Douken froze a little bit before lifting up his glasses and pinching his nose. Today was not being a good day.

"Just give me some time to think about this." Not like it was that late to need the room immediately. However, the angry patron seemed to of overheard some small parts and gave him a small tip.

"I wouldn't waste you money here." Talk about advise from someone who looks like he has money to waste. "Their deal of 'your best dreams ever' is just a hoax. Start off with a princess asking for help, and not even before you meet her, the dream ends there I swear, they got Dream Eaters form the land crawling all over the place."

"Hey, we ensure you that no wild Pokemon can get inside-"

"Then it means your staff have them and using them to ruin our sleep!"

Now, Douken was unsure what the argument was about, but clearly, it had something to do with Pokemon who knew the move Dream Eater. However, it seemed to of been a lot larger conflict than expected.

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Hidden within the psychic plane, as if on the border of the Dream World, a dark shadow gave off a dark cackle. "This is working better than I expected. Having your natural light give off so many dreams, my men have a buffet of wonderful dreams to feast upon! And when He comes back, I will surely become his right hand man!"

Next to the shadow, another figure sat there, surrounded by a collection of Gastly and Haunter. "How many times must I tell you; My brother won't care. He will not share anything with you."

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH!" In response, one of the Haunters forced his hands into the figure, causing it to scream in pain."All I tell you to do is to give dreams to these people, nothing else! Now shut up and do your job.

The prisoner panted as she tried to figure out what to do. No matter how many distress calls she sends out through the dreams, no one has been about to help her. Maybe taking them to their own dreams were not the answer. Maybe linking to someone close would, even if it was another Pokemon. Only one way to find out With her eyes glowing pink, it threw the same hue onto the moon sat rested above the people in the real world.

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The argument soon subsided, neither one giving up their position until they agreed to disagree. "I will be sure to let everyone I know not to come to this place," the patron said, looking at Douken. "Like I said, don't waste your money... hey, are you alright?"

It was strange even for Douken. Everything was starting to become covered within this pink veil of mist and fog, but not because of some smoke bomb someone randomly set off. No, it was right in front of his iris. Even on the outside, the man looking at him was able to see the pink cloud covering the color of his eyes. But what was strange was how comforting it was... so relaxing... easing... tiring...

In a moment, the Amazon's body went limp and soon found himself collapsing backwards, eyes still partially open. "Whoa! Hey man, you alright? C'mon, get up." he looked to Siegfried, but he only shrugged it off.

"The Pokemon center and medic center is only for paid customers, and since he never paid, no service. Also, the lobby is no place to sleep, so escort him out and place him at some tree or something."

The customer sighed, knowing that he he paid a room for the kid, he would say that Siegfried won and he would be a hypocrite, so all he could do would be to pick him up and drag him outside. There, he set the boy up on the side of the building.

Douken never noticed himself being moved. Actually, it felt more like he was floating. However, he was able to hear one thing.

"Please... help me..."

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Jul 29 2012, 05:54 PM

Pan asked Justin to meet her at some hotel at Mt. Carello. Luckily, he and Nate were on their way to Arasam, so it was close. It wasn't something a phone conversation could cover, which meant it was probably pretty serious. And if it was serious, it was probably bad.

"Hey," he said to Nate as they left the hotel.

"Yo,"

"I gotta meet with Pan. She's at Mt. Carello."

"That's cool, man." Nate said. "She's not pregnant is she?"

"What?"

"Just kidding, dude." Nate laughed. "Well, I mean. You guys thought you were gonna die, right?"

"Mhm,"

"So, I assume you didn't. Um. You didn't use a-"

"I didn't."

"Dude." Nate said, very seriously. "She's fuckin' pregnant."

"Will you shut up?" Justin practically yelled. "Seriously, Nate. Sometimes, you really just need to learn how to shut the hell up. You think that thought didn't cross my mind? You think I'm not scared to death that she's gonna tell me that already?"

"I mean, I-"

"I can't handle it. I can't. I'm not ready for it. So, I'm not gonna worry myself with it until I know for sure. Okay?"

Nate paused. "Okay," he nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, man."

Justin just sighed and kept walking. He knew he'd have to calm down and talk to Nate at some point, seeing as how they were traveling to Arasam together. Given the hurried nature of the trip, they took a bus, so they got there in a few hours.

When they got out of the bus, their destinations were different. Nate was going to do some detective work or something, and Justin was heading for Mt. Carello.

"Well," Nate said, holding his hand out to Justin. "Good luck."

"You too," Justin shook Nate's hand. "Thanks for covering for me."

"No problem dude."

And so Justin, after getting a map of the area from the bus driver, headed for Crescent Inn. It wasn't too hard to find, he just had to go around the base of the mountain, and once there, it stood out. Approaching the front, he saw some rich guy pulling an unconscious Douken out of the building, and Pan looking upset. "Um," he said, approaching her and pointing out the Douken situation, before even giving any sort of greeting. "What, uh, what happened?"

Posted by: Toogee Aug 5 2012, 09:21 PM

Pan walked swiftly away from the hotel, even angrier when she didn’t hear Douken come after her. He was still going to get a room by piggybacking on her friends. What a jerk! Her eyes were fixed upon the nearby forest as Douken’s limp body was dragged out of the hotel.

A familiar figure crossed Pan’s path, and nothing could have been more relieving and terrifying at the same time than to see Justin’s face. He was here, and she could finally tell him, but…she had to tell him. What would his reaction be? Perhaps it was too soon to say anything. Whether it was or not, Justin simply started talking, as if he had only been gone a few moments. She liked that; there was no longer any awkwardness between them. They had become closer. The issue at hand was pushed from Pan’s mind, going with the flow and recounting the latest escapades at Crescent Inn.

“Oh, the hotel?” Pan replied, assuming that Justin was pointing to the establishment behind her. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be staying there. Douken was being a real jerk trying to score discounts off my friend’s name. I gave him a piece of my mind,” she held up a clenched fist, “but I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night out camping.”

Pan was still oblivious of the unconscious Douken upon the hotel. Her clenched fist may or may not have drawn the wrong impression about the situation. Still, she continued.

“So…how are things?”

Posted by: Douken Sota Aug 6 2012, 10:19 PM

His body was hanging there in the vastness. Nothing below his feet. On his back or front. he was simply floating there in the nothingness. Well, not exactly. His body was flat out on the wall; It was the mind that was floating. Still, he managed to stir in his sleep... soon to awaken to... water?! Did Siegfried throw him into a lake for lying and tried to drown him?! In an instant, Douken went to hold his breath, covering his mouth to prevent any water.... that had already flooded his lungs... How long was he out again? If he had been underwater already? Well, good hcance long enough to of already drowned... So how was he still breathing?

"Da--y," echoed from the distance. "Da-dy da-dy da-dy!" Well, the voice was certainly getting closer... and fast... "Daddy!" And right out of the blue, a Dewgong appeared, wrapping herself around the human. Well, considering that she was calling him Daddy (How, who knows), it only mant one thing.

"Maya, is that you?" It was the only option, considering that he hatched her and raised her. If he didn't teach her better, he would of been called Mommy instead.

"Of course! Who else would it be Daddy? Wait, how did Daddy get here? Did he get awesome psychic powers?" As she set off a barrage of questions, there was a small squeaking nearby. "Oh, coming!" she cried out at random before turning to Douken. "I'll be right back. I got someone to show you!" With that, she swam off, leaving the male Amazon completely confused.

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"God damn it," Siegfried muttered as he leftthe desk to stretch. "Three all-nighters are making me jumpy at everything. Darryn Kellor. I'll keep that one in mind." A yawn left his body and he stretched out before muttering to himself, "I need more coffee... And some fresh air..."

After collecting a cup of joe (extra sugar), the owner stepped out, sighing as the wind blew on his face, letting the chill wake him up some as he took a slow sip. "The night is perfect. will not let anything stop this from being ruined." Turning over, he saw the boy that tried to rip him off. "Damn kid. I thought I said against a tree, not the wall." Taking the collar of his shirt, the owner dragged him along the floor, throwing him against a nearby tree. "Have a good night sleep."

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"Kissy face!" Maya returned, this time with the company of a Dratini, held up to his face and pursing the little dragon's lips out.

"Uh, Maya. Who is this?" he questioned, wondering where the Dratini came form in the first place.

"She's my friend Canaan! I remember always sneaking off to see her~" Wait... she did that when she was about a year old. Always running off to the ocean and not coming back until dinner. It had become so common that he didn't mind, since her spot was close and she always came back safe. To think, she was visiting a Dratini. "She's quiet, but very cuddly!" Holding the Dratini close to her, the small dragon had a clear sign of a blush.

"Such a sweet dream," came another voice from behind. "I hope it will be as tasty as the last..."

An unexpected guest has decided to appear.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Aug 7 2012, 09:31 PM

Pan seemed so nonchalant about Douken's apparent situation, and even mentioned that she was mad at him. Douken wasn't a small guy by any means, so he had to wonder what the hell Pan did to knock him out.

"Things," Justin nodded. "Things are good. I guess. You know, I'm-" He paused and just looked at her oddly. "No, I'm not that fine. I'm fucking scared, Pan." He grabbed her hands as he spoke to her. "I'm scared that you wanted to talk to me in person to tell me something bad. I'm scared 'cause the last time we-" he paused as a strange yet familiar feeling fell over him.

"Oh thank God," he stepped back, releasing her hand. "It's just a dream." A goofy smile overcame his face as he fell face forward, directly into where Pan was standing. Of course, his thoughts were very immediate. It wasn't too long before that he, Nate, Tag and other Team Deception operatives were locked in a series of nightmares orchestrated by Darkrai. At the end of each nightmare, the world crumbled and every surviving person fell asleep.

Justin hoped against all hope, for just that moment, that this was one of those nightmares. Pan wasn't about to tell Justin that she was pregnant. That clenching feeling in his gut, it was all just one big Gotcha by Darkrai. He was saved.

Then, he opened his eyes. He was standing at the shore of a small pond. He looked over his shoulder to see the familiar and terrible city of Lenoilia. Then, he remembered that this being another nightmare was not a good thing. It was a bad thing. How could he possibly think being stuck in Darkrai's realm of terror a better fate than being a father?

"Justin?" He heard an entirely unfamiliar male voice from in front of him. He looked down at the water to see an Octillery crawl slowly out of the water. "I never dream about you."

"You-" Justin began. "Wow, this is weird. I sure did give you a weird voice. My subconscious or whatever."

"What are you talking about?" Octillery asked, somehow enunciating his words perfectly. "You didn't give me shit."

"Uh huh," Justin nodded, still thinking it was his dream he was in.

"Wait, are you-" Octillery began. "You're actually Justin, aren't you? You're in my dream."

"What?"

"You're in my dream. There are some psychic pokemon who can bring you here and allow us to communicate."

"Shit," Justin cursed. "Darkrai!"

"No," Octillery said. "It's not Darkrai. Darkrai made us a promise, remember? We got out of that."

"And what if that was all just part of the nightmare? Faking us into thinking we were safe, just to-"

"Damn, Justin, you're dumb. Think about all the stuff we did since Darkrai. You asked us if we wanted to leave, and we all stayed. You and Nate decided to turn on Team Deception. The zoobreak?"

"That stuff-" Justin began. "It actually happened."

"Yeah," Octillery nodded. "So you're back here for another reason. Also, I don't think Darkrai would put you in all of your pokemons' dreams. That would take forever. Also, I don't think Ninjask even knows what a nightmare is."

"Hah," Justin forced a laugh, now realizing that Pan's urgency was still there. He sat down next to Octillery and wrapped his arms around his knees. "This is where I caught you,"

"Mhm,"

"You dream about home very often?"

"Yeah," Octillery nodded. "I do miss it."

"You coulda gone back. I'da brought you back."

"I know," he sighed. "I don't really have anything here, though."

"You were being protective of a Remoraid when I caught you."

"Just a kid I knew," Octillery seemed to shrug. "She reminded me of my daughter."

Justin sank a little. "You have a daughter."

"Sort of," Octillery said. "She was captured when she was really young by a trainer. Some Lenoilian kid, probably grew up to be a gangster."

"Fuck," Justin sighed. "I'm sorry, man."

"Not your fault. Obviously, I didn't like the idea of being captured myself. But it didn't take me long to realize you're a good guy." Justin disagreed and sighed. "No, you are. I know about Team Deception and all that, but I know there's a difference between who you are and what you do."

"I'm no better than the trainer who captured your daughter," Justin said. "I didn't even consider that you had a family when I caught you. What if she was still there, and I took you away from her?"

"Then I would have definitely requested you bring me back here," Octillery said. "But that's not the case, so don't dwell on it. You know, I don't dream about this location for no reason. I dream about the past, when she and I would swim together. You wanna come swim with us?"

Justin smiled. "Yeah."

Posted by: Toogee Aug 17 2012, 09:43 AM

It all happened in a matter of seconds: Justin’s calm demeanor transformed into panic as he grabbed Pan and confessed his fears. He didn’t get to elaborate before he seemingly fainted, letting go of Pan’s hand as he crashed to the ground.

“Justin?!” she gasped as she quickly knelt to his side. The researcher put her hand on Justin’s forehead, then her fingers moved to his neck. Good, he had a pulse. The strange thing was the he appeared to be in a deep sleep. How could he have fallen asleep so suddenly. Pan recalled the brochure from the hotel: this area was ripe with pokemon that could perform such tricks with sleep powders and hypnosis. She looked around and saw no such pokemon in the immediate area. What she did see was Douken slumped against a tree, having suffered a similar fate to Justin.

“Douken!” Her previous anger with him was replaced with worry as the unknown ailment spread to him. Whatever this was, Pan had to react quickly before it spread to other guests. She had no Awakening or Chesto berries on hand, but she did have a certain poliwag that knew Wake-Up Slap. Sure it would hurt like hell, but at least they would be awake and shed more light on what happened.

“Thank you, Darryn,” Pan said to herself as she grabbed a pokeball from her belt. “Frog, I need you…” Suddenly, she felt very tired. ”Boy, that grass would sure make a comfortable bed…” The pokeball remained closed as Pan fell fast asleep, frightening more than a few guests as she lied spread eagled upon the ground.
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“Hurry, milady! The enemy is headed our way!”

Pan opened her eyes to find that she was still standing, albeit in what appeared to be a log cabin. In front of her was a woman dressed in a long purple gown, the bottom of which reached her ankles. White gloves covered her hands and extended to her elbows. Upon the woman’s head was a silver crown with one large emerald as its centerpiece. It was upon looking at the woman’s face that Pan realized she was not looking at another person but a mirror. The researcher looked down and realized that she was dressed as some sort of princess. As for the knight addressing her…

“Frog?!”

In a vain attempt in pushing a supply bag out the door, her poliwag made preparations for a quick departure. He was adorned in a simple brown cape. He would have looked quite dashing if it weren’t for the strained look upon the tadpole’s face. Pan quickly ran to him and grabbed the bag. Relieved, Frog took on his heroic duties and led the way out of the cabin. Pan had a million questions on her mind, most notably…

“You can talk?”

“Of course, Lady Pandora. In the realm of dreams, not even language is a barrier.”

“So, it’s just a dream. That would explain a lot.” Pan looked around the forest they had entered. Barely a hint of sunlight reached the ground, but it was enough for the two to see the dirt trail ahead.

“Yes, a dream, milady, but the danger is all too real. A malevolent force seeks to capture you. We must keep moving until we reach your home, Castle Celadon. Quickly now!”

Emerging from the deep forest was a pure white rapidash. Even the flame mane burned white as the horse pokemon stopped in front of Pan and Frog. The poliwag was first to climb aboard, or at least try. With no arms, Frog’s jump ended up with him diving face first into the mud. The rapidash whinnied in laughter, but Pan helped the poliwag up and hoisted Frog upon the steed. She too mounted, sitting behind her knight.

“We’ll keep that a secret, yes?” the blushing Frog asked Pan. The girl smiled as the two rode onward through the forest.

Posted by: Douken Sota Aug 17 2012, 10:58 PM

"Maya, Signal Beam!" Wouldn't it figure that they would get assaulted within their own dream, because last he checked, Maya wouldn't dream of Gastly and Kirlia attacking them. That was Koldo's job. And with an explosion when the beam hit a Gastly's Shadow Ball, Douken was getting nervous. "I am guessing this is what they meant with getting their dreams getting stolen. Maya, how are you holding?"

She was certainly sweating and out of breath, using a lot of energy. "They just keep coming. Why won't you leave my home alone?!" With the seal waving her fins at the enemy, a Kirli took the moment to launch a Magical Leaf. However, not at the fighting Dewgong.

"Canaan!" The target was the young Dratini. They may thought of her as a weaker target or the holder of this dream, but they saw the connection between the two just enough to use it against them. Wrapping his arms around the little serpent, Douken turned around, having the leaves strike his back. "You alright?" Canaan nodded, her body having a faint glow. It faded quickly with nothing happening.

"Please, get out of there!" That voice again! Clearly, it seemed more like they were sent there instead of randomly falling asleep, but how does one escape one's dream?

CRACK!

Guess that's how, considering a crack formed within the dimension they were fighting in. "Maya, let's get there," he told her, receiving a nod before the human got the Dewgong's shoulder, letting her swim through it.

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The lake where Justin and Octillary talked began to bubble in a small spot. Whether noticed or not, the two bodies shooting out of the water would break the calm setting as Douken crashed into the floor, soon folowed by Maya (landing on her trainer). "Okay.. that hurt," Douken muttered, trying to get up. "Maya, please move."

it took her a while to move, mainly because she was taking in the newer sight. This place was new to her, after all. Nothing she would dream about... maybe those two peo- Wait a minute!! The most random thought had struck her. Daddy didn't get new powers... I DID!!! I have become psychic!!!! Let's try it out! And as if the conflict in her dream never occurred, she flopped her energetic body over to Justin, string at him intensely, waving her fins. "Dewgong dewgong...."

With a small chuckle, Douken commented, "Seems like she can't talk in another person's dream... Are you okay Ca-" The Dratini was gone. After a moment spazzing about to look for the dragon, he saw the most random guest appearance ever: Justin and an Octillery. Certainly, he should stop spazzing and realize he is still in a dream: Just not Maya's anymore (hence her lack of speech now). Canaan was apart of May's dream, so that could be why she didn't come with them.

Walking up to the duo,he greeted them, "Hey Justin. fancy meeting you here." Looking at the octopus, he added, "New family member?"

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Aug 25 2012, 07:27 PM

Justin stood up, not sure whether to take off his shirt before jumping in the water. He wondered whether the dream world had the same rules regarding putting on warm clothes after you dry off. Luckily, he did not have too much time to ponder this great dilemma, as a burst of energy shot out of the water like a volcano and two bodies landed on the ground somewhat near him.

Though he was initially surprised, mainly due to the noise, he calmly watched the Dewgong flop over to him. His calm was due to his understanding that this was Octillery's dream, and weird things weren't actually that weird. "Yo," he said turning to Octillery. "So, um. What?"

The Dewgong, or Maya as he would soon find out, was staring Justin down, who in turn was looking at Octillery expectantly, waiting for him to explain just why the hell a Dewgong was on the ground outside of the water in a warm temperature with some dude over- It was Douken.

"How do you know Douken?"

"Justin, I have no idea who these two are."

That was when Douken greeted Justin with alarming casualness. "Um," Justin was a little lost. "Yeah, I don't remember if you guys already met. I caught him outside of Lenoilia. It's-"

"Octillery," Octillery interrupted his trainer. "And this is my dream. I was trying to enjoy a swim with my long lost daughter, but I guess you decided it would be nice to interrupt. Would anyone mind explaining to me why humans are all of a sudden in my dream, and why they can understand me?"

Justin couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Douken well enough to know that Douken's nonchalant attitude was not due to his understanding of the situation. If anything, Octillery knew more than the guy. "I don't think Douken's got an answer to that question, bud." Justin responded. "But I think we should put that swim on hold, 'cause usually when weird shit starts to happen, bad shit is just around the corner."

He had a feeling Pan would be joining them soon. Or, more likely, they'd be joining Pan since Douken passed out first and joined Justin's dream. Justin passed out next, and it was likely that Pan would follow, and they'd join her pokemon's dream.

"I hope it's Cleffa's." He thought, thinking he would definitely enjoy a snack, even an illusioned dream one.

Posted by: Toogee Sep 1 2012, 11:27 PM

“So you think yourself a knight in your fantasies?” Pan asked her poliwag as they raced across the dream world. “I mean, you don’t strike as the type to draw swords.”

“It is not all fantasy milady. I have been made knight errant by the Three Muskedeers, a watchman of the forest south of Mt. Carello. One day, the forest caught fire, and I was to lead the effort to save the land. It was after we split up that I was captured by the one you called Darryn. He wanted me to join his performances, but that was not my destiny. I would always be a knight, and now I serve you. And that shall remain to whatever end we face.”

Pan smiled as Frog recounted his story of his capture. It was always nice to learn more about her pokemon, even better when they could tell their story in their own words. She didn’t need to be told her pokemon would always be by her side, but it sure felt reassuring when Frog did just that.

Soon enough, the forest opened up into a vast plain. The grassy plain was broken up by a long, winding trail. At the end of the trail was their destination: an emerald castle shining brilliantly in the sunny sky.

“Castle Celadon is just up ahead, Lady Pandora.” At those words, the rapidash beneath them sped up, the wind blowing through the researcher’s hair. The green grass around them blurred as they reached top speed. Pan couldn’t make anything out around them with the exception of the sky. For some strange reason, the sky remained still, but that was not the part that took Pan by surprise.

“Why are all the clouds shaped like drowzee?”

Before Frog could respond, the two realized that they had stopped moving. Yes the rapidash was still running, but running in place. They were sitting ducks as they watched the clouds turn their heads toward them. The ginormous apparitions descended from the sky directly towards Pan and Frog. Finally, the lead “drowzee” took a hold of his nose and used it as a trumpet, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lndPJaZycT0

*CLASH*

The clash of cymbals seemingly teleported human and poliwag into a vast space. It was not an empty darkness but a Technicolor light show, the vastness of which knew no end. The rapidash was gone, as was Pan’s royal outfit. Out of nowhere came a marching band full of drowzees, each blowing a brass line out of their elongated proboscises. What seemed like 20 pokemon split themselves like bacteria, their music increasing in proportion. Nor were they uniform in appearance, for there were fat ones and skinny ones, in all colors of the rainbow. Together they circled around the two as a chorus came from nowhere, and yet, everywhere.

The band of drowzee was divided into two as a giant version of the pokemon split the crowd. He was banging on a giant drum…or was it? Upon closer inspection, the drum was a giant tin mold. Each strike with the baton unleashed a horde of tiny drowzees, which had the appearance of gummi candies. Their bright colors contrasted heavily with the tye-dye surroundings.



Pan had to duck as several drowzee began launching themselves like missiles around the area. She looked up only to see an inverse drowzee (brown top, yellow bottom) performing elaborate hand motions to hypnotize human and poliwag.



*FLASH*

The surprise of the explosive attack sent Pan and frog on their backs. Their vision was affected: the multicolored background turned pure white. The researcher was looking up to see yellow and white spike-covered drowzees running across the non-existent ceiling at incredible high speeds. Frog was far more interested in the cinnamon roll sitting right next to him. He went to partake, but was soon horrified at the awful sight. The pastry was actually the twisted nose of a lounging drowzee, one who was giving the pair a Cheshire smile. Needless to say, the two backed away quickly.



The white background darkened into pitch blackness. The nothingness around Pan and Frog soon filled with the rumbling of marching. The crowd of technicolored drowzee was descending upon the pair, their colors changing rapidly in a seizure-inducing display.



Getting out of the way became imposible as more squads appeared in every direction (even above and below). Soon, the drowzees were surrounding Pan and Frog. Escape would be impossible, at least alone. Pan was reaching down her belt to summon another ally before they were trampled.

Not that way! Not that way!
Pray on your knees,
Oh gosh, oh geez,
Look out for these drowzees…zee..zee…zee

VENUSAUR!

The psychic pokemon went flying into the abyss as the grass type flung his massive vines around. Pan and Frog were safely upon his back, able to watch as Turnip routed the enemy.

“Good job Turnip! …Huh?”

The vines that had saved them were turning towards Pan, except they were no longer vines. They had transformed into trunks, and the venusaur they were on was rapidly shifting into the face of their worst nightmare. Pan and Frog leaped off, watching in horror as their friend was replaced with a giant face of a four-trunked teal drowzee, complete with a flower upon her head. The face then took a bite out of the nothingness, revealing an even darker abyss. The giant drowzee proceeded in the pair’s direction, chowing down upon the landscape.

She was eating the dream.

Pan frantically scooped up her poliwag and ran like hell as they played in a terrifying game of Pac-man with the abomination. The question was where would they run to? The path ahead was seemingly endless…wait! There was a light, a way out! Pan looked down at Frog and rushed towards the light.

“Let me loose, milady! I shall stall the beast while you escape.” Frog pleaded, attempting to break from Pan’s grip.

“Not on your life!” Pan replied strongly. “We’re getting out of this together.” She refused to look behind her, fearing she would lose hope the moment she sighted the creature. Her gaze remained fixed upon that white dot ahead. It became bigger and bigger as they drew nearer. She soon spotted grass, and a lake! It was a much nicer place then where Pan ended up in. Soon enough, Pan and Frog escaped the nightmare and rushed through the grass, happy to feel the cool breeze against her face. Even Douken and Justin were there, about to take a splash in the lake. How she so wanted to join them. Happy to know the nightmare was over, Pan slowed down, set Poliwag down, and waved at the others.

That was until that familiar crunching noise appeared once more. The beast that was chasing them would soon break through into Justin’s dream, making a meal of this place as well. Her smile quickly disappeared as she rushed to her boys, yelling two words to get the message across.

“DREAM EATER!”

Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 2 2012, 03:29 AM

With the upset Octillary's introduction, Douken gave a nervous chuckle, replying, "Well, nice to meet you and sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anyone's memories and dreams, but its not like I chose to be in this position myself." He followed up with a quick explanation on what happened from falling asleep to the voice he head a couple times. mentioning Canaan didn't seem that important.

"Still, where are you in the first place? Kind of odd knowing we are meeting in the dream of others." He threw aside the comment on hoping for Cleffa since he didn't know that Pan could be next on the visit list. Which was funny, because it was like on cue that Pan ran out of from thin air. Waving back, Douken muttered, "And more dream-like insanity." Since Octillary didn't know Frog, there would be no point in dreaming him up, or to be with Pan at that matter. So the only "logical" sense here was that they ran into Justin's dream like Douken did. The same thing could be said for the guest that was following her. A giant Drowsee eating the dimension... great. Didn't help that the water behind them began to boil before Maya's intruder's appeared behind them.

So, there they were, pinned between 21 Ghasty family and Ralts family and a Drowsee... Great. Odds only evened a little when a Haunter yelled at a Kirlia, having her run through to a different dimension. "Damn it, not cool. If things keep going like this, Octillary's dream eaters will be here to join the fray too!"It was sit and be eaten, or fight and slowly get eaten. "Maya, Icy Wind!" With a cold breath blown into Douken's collection of pests, ice slowly started to cover them, slowing down their bodies.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Sep 3 2012, 10:11 PM

Justin heard and felt, though not to the extent of Octillery, the tear in the dream world. He looked to the area of suspect, simultaneously gripping one of Octillery's tentacles with his left hand and Hitmontop's pokeball with his right. Needless to say, he was already a little on edge.

Though Pan was the first person she saw, as well as a Poliwag, she did not have the happiest of looks on her face. "Dream Eater!" She shouted, which was apparently supposed to mean something. Justin released Octillery's tentacle and stood up to greet Pan and ask her what the hell she meant, but that was when he saw the thing. The massive mutated Drowzee tearing further into the world around them, chasing after Pan.

"Uh," Justin was lost, not truly knowing what to do. Though Hitmontop was his instinct, that Drowsee was a Psychic type. He sent out Shedinja instead, knowing it was more or less immune to all types of damage.

Douken noted that there were others coming and sure enough, ghost pokemon shot out from the lake. "Hey Octillery, you're not dreaming this, are you?"

"I thought your friend made it clear," Octillery didn't seem as worried as everyone else. "It's dream eater, the attack. It's happened to me a few times. Some Psychic and Ghost pokemon can actually eat other pokemons' dreams."

"Okay," Justin was breathing heavily. "But when your dream gets eaten, you wake up. What happens to those of us still trapped in the dream?"

"I, uh," Octillery began. "I guess you get eaten too?"

"Yeah I'm not a fan of that. Can we fight it?"

"It's not easy," Octillery said. "I've never won a fight. It's hard, since they hijack the dream. But, since we're all together, it might be doable."

Justin turned to Shedinja, who did not seem at all anxious even though it was in danger of death. That was Shedinja, though. "Alright. Use, um," He had to think for a second to remember Shedinja's attacks. "Something against that Drowsee." It seemed to shrug, even though it lacked shoulders, and charged towards the Drowsee beast behind Pan with Night Slash, its most effective attack. It was likely a disadvantage that Justin wasn't the most strategic minded trainer, but it was nice that it forced his pokemon to adapt and learn how to handle their own without his help.

He ran behind Shedinja to meet Pan and immediately embraced her. "Hey," he said. "Hey. You alright?" He held both of her arms with his hands, looking her straight in the eyes. "We can fight them, I think."

Octillery, meanwhile, was still by the lakeside. As Douken was getting overwhelmed by ghosts, Octillery stayed to the side, shooting Psybeams which were super effective against the poison-ghosts.

Posted by: Toogee Sep 9 2012, 09:26 AM

Pan ran across the field to meet Justin, just as his shedinja rushed past her to meet the giant mutant drowzee head in battle. She sunk into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her fears were immediately belayed in such comfort, even with the chaos going on around them. As Justin spoke to her about fighting the dream eaters, Pan gave a sly smirk.

“We’ve been through worse,” Pan replied, indicating that she was fairly OK given the situation. “Let's get going. We have a whole load of these guys to get rid of.”

As she finished, the drowzee head gave a mournful cry, having been cut by the shedinja’s attack. In retaliation, the creature started spewing out a purple gas. Pan had heard of such pokemon using poison gas attacks for self-defense. However, with the amount coming from the drowzee, the entire area could be covered in a poisonous haze. "The baby," Pan whispered to herself. Being particularly vulnerable to the poison gas, Pan began to back away behind Justin, covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Frog seemed to have gotten the message of the potential danger to his liege (and the unborn child within her) and leaped into action.

“Poli!”

Waddling upon his little feet, the poliwag charged into battle against the giant drowzee head. He stopped just short of the creature’s reach and unleashed a giant glob of mud from his mouth. Upon impact, the mud bomb exploded across the beast’s eyes, effectively ending the poison spewing forth. But more would be needed to stop the creature and the ghosts spreading around the dreamscape. Indeed, the poliwag would need to become something more.

The giant floating head of the four-trunked drowzee was shaking left and right, trying to shake off the blinding mud. It could not see what was going on in front of it, other than the bright flash of light in front of it. It was followed by a powerful burst of water, so much so that it knocked the foe onto the ground, trunks flailing wildly in an attempt to recover.

What happened? Frog summoned a power within himself, a power that expressed itself by a blinding glow. The result: The poliwag had evolved into a poliwhirl, a far more capable pokemon. He took a brief moment to admire his new appendages: arms, hands, and fingers (because 1st gen poliwhirl > 3rd gen poliwhirl). Nodding in approval, Frog looked back on his opponent and unleashed his most potent attack. The central spiral upon his body vibrated, giving the appearance of ripples on the surface. Moments later, a hydro pump attack burst from his body, knocking the drowzee head upon the ground. As the poisonous gases dissipated, Frog turned back to Pan, giving a thumbs up to signal that the enemy was weakened.

“Great job Frog!” Pan cried as she tossed another pokeball into the field. “Droid, finish up!”

Out emerged the massive golurk, standing high above the humans. Seeing the flailing head before him, the golem charged forward with massive rumbling steps. With a mighty shadow punch, Droid sent the drowzee head flying backwards and back into the abyss into which it came.

Meanwhile, Frog had joined the fight with the others against the army of ghost pokemon emerging from the lake. Here, the poliwhirl tested his newfound battle prowess. He shot jets of water out of the palms of his hands, turning left and right to take on multiple opponents. Directing his palms towards the ground, the water gun attacks allowed Frog to leap above a charging ghastly. While above his target, the poliwhirl continued to rain down water gun attacks upon the ghost type. By the time Frog landed, the enemy was knocked out before even turning around.

Pan rejoined Justin, facing him as the golurk rejoined to fight more of the pokemon.

“We’ve got to get to the shore and help Douken out.” She said, also directing Droid towards the lakefront.

Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 9 2012, 11:22 AM

The lakefront, however, was not the best condition. For one, the lake barely existed in the first place, with the mass of dream eaters flooding through. And with Justin's invader's coming in from around, Douken was quickly getting outnumbered. "Sheer Cold!" With Maya glowing white, the air became frigid as a large white ball formed in front of Maya before blasting forth, knocking out a small handful of Pokemon that were unable to take on such a temperature. However, the number that fell were pretty moot point.

Blasts of water soon shot by him, giving Douken a moment to turn around to see a Poliwhirl joining his side. Knowing his luck, this comment would be right. "Thanks Frog, and nice timing with the evolution, too. A couple extra hands are useful." However, with what pan had chasing her and frog not there, he had to see why he was not being the knight that he was. Well, it was a Golurk an Shedinja holding off the four-trunk Drowsee... Did that mean they called out Droid and the Shedinja. "In that case, Reep could really use a..." He reached for his belt, but there were no Pokeballs there...

Guess this is a bit of a downfall when you dive into a Pokemon's dream who can be a but naive. Unlike Frog and Octillary, who realized it was a dream and could turn it into lucid dream for the humans, Maya had no idea the entire time. To her, she was gaining a psychic power that she didn't really have. Thus, she lacked control over her own dream and didn't give him anyone else to fight back to hundred and growing Pokemon that were coming.

With Pan rushing into the scene, Douken cried out for them to hurry, as if the reinforcements were consonantly coming.

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"STUPID BITCH!" More Haunter hands were shoved into he weakened prisoner, causing her to breathe heavily. With another hand lifting her face to the leader's he told her, "You think what you did was smart? Sending humans into a Pokemon's dreams, and then sending them into other dreams?! You think that is going to help you any?! You pretty much screwed them over! Once my men devour the dream they are in, only one will wake up. The others will be comatose for life!" A hideous cackle came from him, joking with her as he said, "So go ahead, bring more into that Pokemon's dream! I will only send out more reinforcements to make sure the entire plane is devoured! Kya ha ha ha! Kya ha ha ha ha!"

The prisoner tossed her head out of the captor's hands, starting to regret what she had done. She was hoping there, they could of could a way to help her, but how could they reach where she was? Maybe that turn helped her see an answer as a Kirlia passed though the dimension wall and headed for their dream. Maybe... But if they get lost, they could b trapped there forever... Her eyes widened by that sudden thought, realizing what happened. She was losing hope, the one think she needed right now.

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"Follow the Eaters!" soon rang not only in Douken's head, but Pan's Justin's and all their Pokemon in their possession. "Follow to them to help me!"

"That voice again," Douken muttered, looking around, trying to understand what it meant. They were already here, so there was nothing to follow to... but what about following back, like retracing a trail. Maybe it would lead them to where the eaters are coming from. Well, if he was going to listen, he may as well do it with the others.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Sep 23 2012, 10:59 AM

Justin couldn't help but be prideful as Shedinja, Droid and the newly evolved Poliwhirl handled the mutant Drowzee. He barely noticed Pan sneak behind him to avoid the poison gas, so when he turned around to see her, he had no idea how worried she was. "Good job," he half smiled as Frog and Droid joined Douken, Maya and Octillery by the water. She suggested they join, and so he did.

"C'mon, Shedinja!"

He began running towards the water when they heard the woman's voice echo throughout the dream. It sounded spooky, and made him question whether or not they should, indeed, follow the eaters. It sounded like a pretty terrible idea. Fortunately, he didn't get the chance to ponder the idea too much before feeling the earth beneath him shake. Something told him there was a Ground type pokemon invading Octillery's dream, but he was incorrect.

It started with a crack in the ground. The crack widened to reveal a redness beneath it and then exploded into lava. It was right next to Justin so he had to step back as the lava geyser erupted. He was too struck with surprise to even call his teammates, who were battling ghosts by the water. All he could do is watch as a pack of Houndoom crawled from the crevice. Justin quickly threw out Hitmontop, who he knew could handle any amount of Houndoom with ease.

Still, this left quite a burning question in his mind. To where were they supposed to "follow the eaters?" Drozee and the ghosts were sort of warped into the dream and couldn't be followed. Were they supposed to jump into this mini-volcano? "Hitmontop!" Justin shouted, "I'm gonna go talk with the others, can you handle this?"

Just as he asked that, one of the three Houndoom took a Mach Punch which knocked it all the way into the nearby pond. "Okay cool. Good job."

He ran over to Douken and Pan, who were leading their pokemon to what appeared to be victory against the ghosts, to confront them about the voice he had just heard. "Guys," he said. "Did you hear that voice? About following the eaters?" He was hoping someone had a better idea than jumping in the Houndooms' volcano, but if not, he had a last resort.

Posted by: Toogee Sep 30 2012, 08:45 AM

Pan was turning her head left and right as a woman’s voice called for help. Who was that? Whoever she was, she had told the researcher to “follow the ghosts” to their source. Judging by the movements of the horde, that source was the lake itself, which seemed to be filled with more ghost pokemon than water. That must have been where the voice was directing them towards.

As Frog, Droid, and the other pokemon were keeping the ghosts at bay, Justin rushed up to Pan and Douken, informing them that he too heard the voice. It was surely no coincidence: some psychic entity was telepathically telling them where to go next.

“Yeah, I heard it too,” Pan confirmed, looking to the lake. “She said to follow the ghosts to where they’re coming from. I don’t know how long this place is going to hold up, so I don’t think we have a choice.”

Pan pondered for a few seconds as to how they were going to get to this “source”. If they simply waded through on foot, they would never get past the ghosts. No, they needed brute force to ram through the horde. At 9 ft and over 700 lbs, Droid had the strength to get through.

“Droid! We need a ride!” The golurk responded by backing away from the battle and kneeling to Pan. This left their other pokemon without an ally, so the team would have to act quickly before they were overwhelmed by the ghosts. She quickly rushed behind it and wrapped her arms around his head. Taking the hint, Douken and Justin followed, taking their place at Pan’s side and hanging upon the golurk’s shoulders. It was quite cramped with everyone on top of each other, but it would have to do, given the situation. As soon as Droid started powering up, Pan and the others recalled their other pokemon, and just in time. Frog was nearly buried within a pile of ghastly. As soon as they were recalled, the enemy pokemon descended upon the humans. Pan could feel the cold hands attempting to pull her away. Before the ghost pokemon became too much, the team had launched straight into the air. Whatever pokemon were trying to grab ahold of them were quickly thrown by the sudden burst of speed.

“Hang on!” Pan cried as the golurk accelerated upwards. So this is what it felt like to be a rocket? Still hanging onto her poliwhirl’s pokeball, she had to rely on her arms (wrapped around the golurk’s head) to avoid being brought down to earth. Soon enough though, Droid leveled out, flying horizontal above the battlefield. The ghosts continued to tear the landscape apart, chowing down upon the dream world. Pan refocused upon the entry point, pointing it out to Droid.

“We need to get through there!” she said. “Droid, we need you to charge through there as fast as you can!”

Without hesitation, the golurk lurched downward like the descent of a roller coaster. Pan had to retighten her grip after the sudden movement. Even though they could have been heading straight into water, the golurk continued to rocket towards the destination. Was this simply following orders as a machine or the absolute trust of a friend? That question was not going through the researcher’s mind as they hurtled downward. In fact, the only thing she was thinking about was whether this was a good idea.

“THIS BETTER WOOOOORRRRRRK!!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

The next few moments were filled with screams as Droid and passengers collided into the ghost horde, destination unknown...

Posted by: Douken Sota Sep 30 2012, 12:43 PM

Maya had to catch a ride inside Droid's hand once Douken let the giant know that he was lacking everyone's Pokeball. And, well telling Droid this passed the message onto the others hat all he had available to him was the extremely worn out seal. Certainly made him feel ready for what's to come next, right?

Well, for such a giant, Droid was actually pretty fast when flying about. It almost made him glad that Sabre tried to shake him off whenever he could using Agility when he first started flying. His body was taking the impact better as well as he learned how to lower his body to not get caught like a parachute as the group crashed through the lakefront where, instead of being flooded with water, they were surrounded by whatever filled in the empty voids of Octillary's dream: the barrier between the dream worlds. And as they dominoed though the ghosts though, they were lead back into Maya's dream: whatever was left of it. It still felt like they were underwater, but the visuals were nearly gone, almost like an apple cord. And still, slowly the ghosts came through to try and stop them as they battered through. They were nearing the end of the line when the Golurk soon crashed into a Kirlia just starting to pass through. Soon, they were engulfed in light.

All the bodies fell from the sky and crashed back into the floor of the grassy fields, right close to a paved walk way. Bright, attractive lights shown behind them, making Douken turn around after recovering from the fall. It was the Crescent Hotel! Did they get back to their world? Were they finally awake?

No.

Upon a closer inspection, there was one thing different from this world that stood out. The moon above their heads was locked inside a cage. The moon was the prisoner in this world. This dream.

"So you are the bastards who the bitch try to ask for help from, eh? Damn, she must be really desperate if this is the help she called for!" Turning around, Douken was able to watch a Shadow Ball fly forward into Maya, getting a direct hit to make her now unconscious body roll backwards. "To bad you guys have to end like this, but its not me you should blame." The figure then stood outof the shadows and in front of them. A lone Gengar, covering his body with a Reaper's Cape as a cloack, a torn up red scarf he had found, and what Douken would guess as a berry's juice to whiten the top of his head. This Gengar was a Disciple of Darkrai! "If anyone, you should blame the bitch over there from screwing you over so bad!" Pointing behind him, he let them see who was having prisoner, surrounded by four Haunters with their hands inside her. Her body was worn out and severely injured, barely hanging on to life it seemed. Her body was that like the crescent moon herself.

"Now Cresillia, watch what happens when I eat a Pokemon outside of their dreams! Because once your saviors are gone, then there is nothing that will stop me from becoming Darkrai's right hand man! Now then, time to feast!" As the Shadow Pokemon dashed forward, Douken could of done nothing to help. He had no Pokeball, and he couldn't of intercepted in time. Damn it!

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Oct 10 2012, 09:51 PM

Justin just held on for the ride. He was rightfully confused by the situation and lacked the quick thinking of Pan. So, it made sense that she called the shots, as that tended to work out. And work out it did, or at least seemed, as they were quickly back at the outside of the inn.

The group seemed relieved at first - They were back in the real world. For seemingly no reason, but Justin wasn't about to argue that point. Then Douken seemed to notice something strange up above them, so he took a look as well. "Ah fuck," he sighed as he noticed the moon was somehow encaged. They were evidently still in the dream. But whose dream? Was it still Octillery's?

Then some Gengar began talking about how awesome he was and how he was going to kill everybody. Justin turned around and saw a crescent shaped pokemon, who, at that point, he only recognized as "the bitch over there." Justin wasn't too well versed on the legendary pokemon, after all, and a rarity like Cresselia was certainly no exception. In any case, her audible cries made it clear that she was the one giving them advice. "Follow the eaters."

Justin wasn't about to sit and figure out if this was her dream, Gengar's dream or, hell, still Octillery's dream. He knew who the bad guy was, a luxury he was not used to, given his life of crime and constant moral grey areas. For once, he knew exactly what the right thing to do was. He knew exactly who he needed to oppose and who he needed to protect.

"Hitmontop!" Justin shouted, sending out his Go-To pokemon. "Chase him down. Use Pursuit!"

Hitmontop is not a clear choice against a ghost type. His powerful Fake Out Mach Punch combo was entirely ineffective. Pursuit, however, was boosted by Hitmontop's powerful Technician ability, making fast and precise attacks increasingly effective. Moreover, Gengar's target was different - He was moving away from Hitmontop, allowing Pursuit to be used to its full effectiveness. On top of this, Ghost is weak to the Dark type attack. Pursuit was so incredibly effective against Gengar in this exact situation.

And yet, he stumbled. He didn't die. He didn't get knocked out. He stumbled, slightly. Granted, he wasn't able to reach Maya, his intended target, but he was certainly an extraordinarily powerful pokemon given his ability to survive Hitmontop's extraordinary power. "Might need some help on this one," Justin said. "That's not a normal Gengar." And of course, someone needed to stop the Haunters from doing whatever the hell it was they were doing to Cresselia.

Posted by: Toogee Oct 14 2012, 08:54 AM

Pan held on tight as her golurk crashed through multiple barriers of the dreamscape until they reached what appeared to be the Crescent Hotel. Evidently, not even alternate realities are a match for Droid’s heavy slam. The flight had taken its toll on the ghost type; it was taking much longer to get back up than usual. This wasn’t good, particularly because they were about to be in a major battle.

The gengar in front of them went into a monologue as it threatened to devour everyone. The fact that he could talk meant that they weren’t quite out of the dream world, though the caged moon above was a bigger hint. A much more disturbing aspect of the pokemon was its attire: the ghost pokemon was a member of the same cult the three had encountered at the ranch and the museum. Behind him, A group of four haunter were holding some sort of pokemon captive. Their bodies obscured the identity of the captive, but the gengar kept referring to it as Cresselia. Pan was not well versed in Sinnoh mythology, but it was quite clear that they must free this pokemon to make any leeway into getting back to reality. But first, they had to deal with the charging gengar.

Justin’s Hitmontop started things off with a mighty pursuit attack, stalling the gengar enough for Pan to order an attack.

“Droid, give him a volley! Shadow Punch!”

The golurk didn’t have to move too much to strike. Finally on its feet, the golurk struck its shadow upon the ground, the fist traveling straight through the darkness. Its hand reappeared through the enemy’s shadow, heading straight for the gengar’s stupid grin.

Posted by: Douken Sota Oct 14 2012, 11:53 AM

The Pursuit was enough to stop the movement, and the following Shadow Punch launched him into the air before falling into the ground. The Gengar's body simply laid there, giving Douken the moment to grab Maya and drag her over behind the others. However, looking over at the psychic and four hosts that were also near them, the Haunter were a bit shocked, enough to get their hands out of their victim, but not come out and assault the party themselves.

"Kya ha ha ha! Kya ha ha ha!!!" The Gengar's body was flopping violently as he laughed. "This is rich. Oh, so rich! To think you pieces of shit knocked me on my ass!" Leaping back onto his feet in a swift motion, it looked like the Gengar got a bloody nose from the punch (Whatever ghosts got for blood, that is). "You know daddy always told me that I should return favors, and Mommy told that giving is better than receiving. Now then, how about I give you a Dark Pulse in return!" Holding his hands out in front of him, a dark ball formed between his palms before firing off a blast of dark rings, sweeping it across from the opposing Hitmontop to the Golurk, creating a large dust cloud in the process.

The distracted haunters began to cackle about what happened. Their boss was powerful, that was sure, but it was that power that distracted them from their duty of preventing Cressilia doing anything fancy. With a faint glow from the legendary psychic's eyes, she materialized something from a dream, muttering, "Never doubt the bonds one has, even inside a dream," before collapsing.

And the sound of the falling head made the Gengar's head twist. Haunters off duty and his prisoner fainted. "YOU ASSHOLE, SHE FAINTED! Not only do we no loner get a feast, but her brother was supposed to finish her off. Are you even paying attention you pieces of shit?!"

As the Gengar rambled on, Douken was able to feel something touch his foot, and with a quick look, he was able to see the shape of a ball. A pokeball nonetheless (but what kind he could not tell). He thought it could of been Maya's out of no where, but when he tried to use it to return her, nothing happened. Better than not trying, echoed in the Amazon's head, resting his hand on top of Maya's belly.

Squee...

Another voice echoed inside his head this time. Not as vocal, but he definitely heard something. And the Pokeball... it was glowing, as if responding to Maya. The Pokeball was giving color now, which has been one he had never seen before. Unlike the heavy ed color a normal Pokeball had, it had a bright pink top with a spot of hot pink on the center of it. It felt strange... but it felt like there was someone already inside now. "When life gives you lemons..."

With the dust clearing away, the Gengar was still upset with his co-hoards, cussing them out completely. "Don't forget, yo still have us to deal with!" Douken screamed out, chucking the new ball in hand.

His voice was enough to recatch the Gengar's attention to turn around and get slammed in the face by the said Pokeball. "What the fuck! Did you think you could catch me with that?!" catch, no, because the Pokeball was still spinning in midair, before bursting open with a white light. The light soon took shape of a familiar blue serpentine.

"Canaan..."

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Oct 14 2012, 02:19 PM

Justin stayed silent throughout Gengar's "episode," losing any semblance of fear he may have had before. He was not some menacing evildoer. He was just some mid-level grunt trying to accomplish something greater than himself, and his anger betrayed him.

He seemed upset that the imprisoned pokemon had fainted, and then Douken summoned a Dratini, which was new. Justin, at least, hadn't seen it yet. Still, it looked like a fairly weak pokemon, although even Justin knew its potential, and its chances against this Gengar seemed slim. Douken had the right idea, though - They had to take down this guy.

"Hitmontop, Pursuit!" It was still his best move against the ghost type. Even though Gengar wasn't currently running away, it would still do fair damage (especially given Hitmontop's absurd strength and precision). Having Hitmontop out and ready to fight was certainly the best option, just incase Gengar did try to run away. He seemed the type, after all, to run away when things were no longer in his favor. But with Hitmontop all up on him with Pursuit, it would be impossible.

"You're not gonna win!" Justin shouted. "And you're not getting away! So, if I were you, I'd-Ah!"

He was too focused on the Gengar - They all were. The Haunters were still there, and evidently, still loyal. Two of them grabbed Justin from behind and pulled him to the ground. "Son of a-" he flailed and punched, but they were ghosts, and his fists did nothing. They held him down and slashed at him constantly. The other two headed for Douken and Pan (one each) but it made sense to send two after Justin, just since he was so much bigger.

"Hitmontop!" Justin yelled from the ground. "You stay on Gengar! Don't let him get away!"

He had to say it. If he didn't, his pokemon would run back and take on all the Haunters at once, but that would certainly mean Gengar's escape. They had enough pokemon with them to fight these Haunters, but Hitmontop had to stay on Gengar. Now if only he could reach his belt.

Posted by: Toogee Oct 20 2012, 07:34 AM

With the gengar acting all tough by cursing everyone around him, Pan had a feeling that he was actually quite weak. At least, that’s how it usually worked out in the movies. Still, the ghost launched a powerful attack to prove that he wasn’t all talk. She dived out of the way as the dark pulse attack hurdled towards the group. Through the dust cloud, the researcher could not see what happened to the others. The only thing she did notice was her golurk’s silhouette rapidly descending upon her. Droid had fainted, unable to control its giant body as it threatened to crush poor Pan.

“Droid return!” As if it was high noon, Pan quickly drew the pokeball and summoned the golurk back, avoiding any lasting damage to either. As the dust settled, Pan gave a heavy sigh of relief as she looked around at the situation.

“Justin!” Pan saw him getting manhandled by a couple of haunters. Meanwhile, the gengar was throwing a hissy fit at the other half of his group of minions (which did nothing to improve his image). Their prisoner had fainted, though Pan wasn’t sure what that meant. For the moment, her attention drew towards Justin’s predicament.

The researcher went through her team in her head to figure out who would be best to combat the paranormal fiends. Her eyes widened as she thought of her first choice: Turnip. In the earlier dream sequence, her venusaur was transformed into some monstrosity that attempted to eat them. In the adrenaline of it all, she had totally forgotten that that monster, the one that they threw into the abyss, was her beloved Turnip. But surely this was still all a dream. It wouldn’t be permanent; they’d wake up with everything back to normal. But first, they had to wake up. Not daring to see Turnip’s empty pokeball, she refocused on the situation at hand. During all of this, she did not even notice the attacking haunter coming up behind her…

“Fenrir! Clear the room!”

The arcanine materialized onto the battlefield, ready to save the day. At Pan’s command, the fire type bellowed a mighty roar to scare the haunters into dropping Justin. It also stopped the other haunter (the one going after Pan) dead in his tracks. As this particular ghost pokemon attempted to flee, Fenrir grabbed him with a mighty crunch attack, swinging the foe around like a chew toy. The ghost type squealed in pain as he was tossed aside like a forgotten bone. Clearly, his roar was no empty threat; as loyal as the haunters were, the bully of a gengar was likely not worth getting turned into a chew toy over.

Taken by surprise by the surprise attacker behind her, Pan ran from the arcanine’s assault and over to Justin’s side, lending a hand to help him up if need be.

“You’re OK?” she asked as the researcher looked over Justin for injuries (not that she wasn’t enjoying the scenery along the way). Her examination was quickly interrupted: she saw Douken facing off against the gengar, a dratini by his side.

“Where did he get one of those?” Pan wondered, watching closely but ready to send Fenrir in to help. The arcanine joined Pan and awaited for such an order, his muscles tense in anticipation.

Posted by: Douken Sota Oct 20 2012, 11:15 AM

Pan's Fenrir was able to take care of the Haunter that she and Justin were dealing with. However, there was still the fourth one, and it seemed like he was trying to pull out Douken's arm's off his body. Then again, it was only a dream, so the sensation of pain wasn't as bad, but it still made him scream. "Augh! Canaan!" In response, the tiny dragon moved through the air with her tail glowing before sending a powerful Dragon Tail at it, an attack so powerful, it made the Haunter lose it's grip and fly off through the rift of the dream. Stretching out his shoulders, Douken muttered, "That is a new one."

Gengar blinked before he completely face-palmed. After cussing them out, he ordered them to take the humans hostage instead, but now they all ran away shitting bricks. "God damn it, how come my brothers and sisters make such horrible minions?" Recollecting himself,he stared at the Hitmontop and Dratini standing before him. "But no matter. I shall kick your ass myself! But first, a gift from my old man, Cofagrigus!" With eyes set on the Hitmontop, his eyes let off a sharp glow, sealing off the Pursuit with Disable. "Now what do you do think about that, you little piece of shit?"

"Canaan, Thunder Wave!" With a swift motion, an electric pulse was launched from her body, paralyzing the Gengar. Things were about to get hectic.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Oct 28 2012, 10:17 PM

"I'm, yeah, I'm- I'm good," Justin stuttered as he brushed Pan off of his body. "Thanks," Fenfir, her Arcanine, did just save him from the duo of Haunters and effectively dispatched the others as well. Still, Gengar should have remained top priority, and it just seemed weird that she would waste time checking for bodily injuries in a non-reality.

To make matters worse, something seemed off with Hitmontop. Justin looked over to see Hitmontop failing to pursue Gengar as Douken stood tall with his Dratini. Hitmotnop continued to spin, but as Justin called for him to use Pursuit, he just looked confused. Gengar did something to Hitmontop, and what it seemed to mean was that Canaan, Douken's Dratini, would have to finish off the paralyzed Gengar.

The problem still remained, though, that Dratini was far from a powerful pokemon. Burning within it was the heart of a Dragonite, but it is also true that many Dratini never even evolve. What it takes to become a Dragonaire and a Dragonite was unknown to Justin, but he knew that whatever it was was within this tiny dragon. She had that power, or the potential for it, and Justin didn't have time to come up with some epic strategy involving switching out his now completely ineffective Hitmontop (all his other attacks would whiff completely).

"Hitmontop!" Justin called out, garnering the attention of the fighting type. "Helping Hand! Douken, your Dratini's got this!"

Posted by: Toogee Nov 3 2012, 07:04 AM

It did not escape Pan’s notice that Douken’s new ally was on a roll. After sending the haunter out of the battlefield with a mighty dragon tail, the dragon pokemon unleashed a thunder wave at their main opponent. Clearly, the dratini was on a roll, but her strength alone would not be enough to finish the gengar. Justin had noticed this as well, boosting her strength with a helping hand from his hitmontop. Pan’s arcanine was certainly capable in battle, but it was far better to have two strong pokemon in this fight.

“Fenrir, Helping Hand, and get behind him!”

The arcanine let off a series of barks, effectively cheering on the dratini for an even greater boost. Fenrir then rushed around to position himself behind the gengar, dividing the attention of the enemy. Pan’s hope was to distract the gengar with a stronger opponent, giving Douken’s pokemon a chance to strike.

Posted by: Douken Sota Nov 3 2012, 12:38 PM

The small dragon was a bit confused on the applause, looking back and forth with a small blush. "Don't worry, Canaan," Douken told her, "They are here to help. Now. let's show that Gengar your full power! Use..." he had to take a brief moment to think about what a Dratini could do. She was strong, yes, but the question was "How strong?"

Good thing Canaan had an idea in mind, opening her mouth and forming a pale purple ball of energy.It was her Dragonbreath, which grew in size from Hitmontop's helping hand, and grew again from Fenrir's, making it's size massive compared to little Canaan. If she didn't do something fast, then the skill may flop because of the massive power packed behind it. For some reason, her body felt this too and reacted by glowing white.

"Okay, this is completely new," he muttered, watching the Dratini evolve in front of them. never did he figure he would enter a dream, befriend a dream, nearly die in a dream, get saved by a dream, and the friend he gained evolve instantly. Then again, this was a dream, so crazy things were to be expected anyways.

Canaan's body grew over three times in length, small orbs forming on her neck and tail as the evolution completed, showing off the full form of a Dragonair. Now, with evolution,the energy grew bigger once more, but she seemed to of been handling it quite well now. Fenrir, please get out of the way! "Now Canaan, Dragonbreath!"

((For those who care about the math, Dragonbreath + STAB + 2 Helping Hands makes it go from 60 -> 202.5. Calling it a critical will make it 405. Talk about hurt.))

The Gengar was cursing loudly at himself, trying to fight off the stiffness in his body to hold his arms out to block. however, with evolution complete and attack declared, he was looking more like he was accepting to take it than blocking. "Shit," he muttered before the blast engulfed him, the power sending him flying into the air (barely above Fenrir's coat), breaking through an assortment of trees before the wall of the dream, pinend against thin air and the Dragonbreath. When the move finished, there was a clear ring on what got hit through the trees and the Gengar.'s body into the distance, right before falling flat on his face.

With a smile on his face, he petted the Dragonair's tail, who in turned dropped her head down to nuzzle his cheek. "Great Work, Canaan." With the boss down, he looked over at the Cresselia before running over and checking on her condition. Though extremely worn out, she still had life. Even better, the cage that surrounded the moon began to shatter. "Now all there's left are the angry minions, right?" he joked to Justin and Pan, hoping that they fled in terror knowing that their boss was defeated.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Nov 4 2012, 10:39 PM

And so it seemed as though it was over. Justin and Pan stood together and Douken in front of them. Canaan, with the help of Fenrir and Hitmontop, had seemingly defeated Gengar. Looking up, it was apparent that the dream world was collapsing as the cage around the moon was fading. Douken mentioned something about the minions, but Fenrir had already taken care of those. Justin simply looked at Douken and shrugged.

"And cut!" came a surprisingly upbeat voice from behind. Immediately, Justin turned around, and it didn't take long for Hitmontop to join the group either. There, in the branch of a tree, was a chuckling Spiritomb. It was, needless to say, unsettling. Hitmontop showed himself next to Justin, spinning on his head, ready to continue battle.

"What is it we're cutting?" Justin asked, feigning calm.

"The scene of course!" Spiritomb laughed, jumping off the branch Its stone fell to the ground and the ghostly body just behind. "Such a great film this is going to be. Comedy, drama, and of course tons of blood thirsty action! Unfortunately the camera wasn't rolling, so why don't we take it form the top?"

Camera? If the camera wasn't rolling, why say cut? Moreover, what camera?

Justin just raised an eyebrow and turned to Pan and Douken to get confirmation that he was hearing correctly. He turned back to the Spiritomb, somewhat lost for words. No one else spoke, so he thought he would. "You're about to explain what's going on."

With a cackle, Spiritomb replied, "What else are films for? Entertainment! I mean, seriously, those Deception guys are taking their sweet time to free me and my girl so I got bored. I decided to play a little trick. Convince that less-than-brilliant Gengar who is on the floor there to do this little charade for me. It was actually pretty easy, since he was after Darkrai's approval from the start. And you know what? It worked! Much better than i thought too!"

Justin took a second to process it. They were being played for the amusement of some ghost pokemon. And then he processed the part about Deception. "What Deception guys?"

"A band of gangsters called Team Deception. Plotting in the shadows, missions incognito. You know, some real 'spy movie' shit. Evidently, they're pretty decent at what they do if you guys never heard about 'em, but I can't speak much to their security if they let the Disciples steal me away. Don't they know how valuable I am?"

Wheels started to turn in Justin's head, albeit slowly. Justin had a run-in with Darkrai recently and he did mention that he was returning, and evidently there are those who want to capitalize on that. This Gengar likely had valuable information, but they couldn't exactly question him in here. Still, this was likely only the beginning of terrible things to come, and the Disciples that Spiritomb mentioned seemed like a bad group of people. They crossed Team Deception, though, and it's possible that this could mean pitting the two criminal organizations against each other.

Justin took a deep breath and turned back to Pan and Douken, leaving his back against Spiritomb. "Okay, one of you needs to figure this shit out, 'cause I'm seriously about to punch this thing."

Spiritomb simply laughed at the notion. "No need for that, kid. I'm outta here anyway. Cresselia, I wish you the speediest of recoveries. And to the three of you, best of luck. You've crossed the Disciples. Hope you kids are strapped. Anyway, it was fun, but I'm out." And with that, Spiritomb vanished and the stone to which he was linked crumbled.

Posted by: Toogee Nov 10 2012, 10:05 AM

Boosted and newly evolved, Douken’s dragonair drenched the gengar in dragonbreath. Though Fenrir was unafraid of fire, purple fire was kind of weird, so he kindly stepped aside to let the attack do its thing. Soon enough, the gengar was knocked out, his prisoner finally free. The cresselia seemed to be OK (most other pokemon in that condition need only a quick trip to the pokemon center). The day was won once more.

“We’re pretty lucky with these evolutions,” Pan commented, immediately reminded of her golett’s timely transformation back in Petropolis. She too went over to Canaan and gave her a gentle rubbing behind the ear. Her arcanine walked up behind Pan and gave a quick powerful snort that ruffled the researcher’s hair. Smiling, Pan reached up to rub Fenrir’s neck.

“The haunters won’t be back anytime soon, thanks to a little help from Fenrir here.”

Just then, a cackle from the trees alerted the group that a spiritomb was watching the proceedings. Fenrir was ready to dispatch the ghost, but Pan held him back; the spiritomb was simply talking. It was revealed that this was an elaborate plea for rescue: the spiritomb, despite his seemingly good spirits, was stolen from a group known as Team Deception. Pan didn’t know much about that group, only stories from news reports that make them come off as hooligans. Still, she wondered why this Deception group would not come for their stolen pokemon. Before she could inquire, the spiritomb had disappeared from the dreamscape, leaving the group to figure out what just happened.

“I think he wants someone to come get him,” Pan commented. “I don’t know what he wants us to do though. We’re still stuck in this dream-“
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Pan darted upwards with a long gasp of air. She looked around and found herself inside what appeared to be a hastily-made tent. Both Justin and Douken were inside with her, along with all their belongings. It took a few seconds to realize what had happened: she had woken up. With the other two starting to awaken, they would all be back in reality (though the tent still needed explaining).

Immediately, she dashed out of the tent and started unleashing her pokemon. The first was her arcanine. Good. That meant he wasn’t still stuck in the dream world. The second pokemon was Frog, now a freshly evolved poliwhirl. After looking around, Frog gave a thumbs up as congratulations for getting them back. That left Turnip. Pan was hesitant to unleash her venusaur; the dream world had turned him into a giant mutant drowzee head, one that her golurk knocked into endless oblivion. What would she do if that pokeball remained empty? She couldn’t take the suspense any longer, and with a press of a button, the ball’s contents were revealed.

“Venusaur!” Turnip cried, still in his normal body and seemingly oblivious as to what just happened.

“Oh I’m so glad you’re not a giant drowzee head!” Pan cried out as she wrapped her arms around Turnip’s neck. The venusaur gave a very quizzical look at his fellow pokemon, wondering what was going on.
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Not far from the tent, a drowzee lay against the inn, having failed at getting a meal from the dreams of three teens.His friend the gengar convinced him that it would be easy pickings. He was not expecting them to fight back, nor was he expecting it to hurt so much. He also did not see the pokeball coming right for him. Nearly fainted as is, the drowzee wasn’t even able to resist the capture. Soon enough, shouts of glee filled the air; a boy had made his first capture of a pokemon.

Posted by: Douken Sota Nov 10 2012, 12:39 PM

He was talking about the thousands of others that were sent after them in the first place, but no matter. They weren't coming back after a while, its a good bet they fled. Well, all but one as another Pokemon dropped by, more to chat than to attack. Looking at a plea for help, maybe hidden in the depths of his talk, but he did not seem to even fidget when it came down to entertaining himself. Playing all of us like toys, echoed the back of his head, not enjoying the thought.

In mid-sentence, Pan faded away quickly, closely followed by her out Pokemon. In a blink, he soon figured he was soon going to get forced out as well, patting the Cresselia's before he, too, along with Canaan and Maya, vanished from the world.

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Douken stirred himself awake, looking around. For some odd reason, he was inside a tent with Justin, bags separating the two and one other spot. He bet that was the tent's owner, or Pan, who he could hear crying outside. Moving to get up, he head a click, and looking to the side of him was a pink Pokeball with purple designs, jsut like the one that Canaan was in when he fought the Gengar. Picking it up, the button flashed red a couple times before vanishing from his hand, teleporting to his home address. Blinking a couple times, he scratched his head before getting upp and heading out the tent.

For some odd reason, Pan was cuddling Turnip neck, crying her heart outfor him, Turnip just as confused as the Amazon. Though seeing the Golurk and Arcanine, he let out Maya to check out her condition. The dewgong came out, snoring peacefully with a snot bubble, using her fin to scratch her belly. he couldn't help but chuckle at this before petting her horn.

"That was quite impressive," a somewhat familiar voice said, the rich boy from earlier walking from behind the tent with a battered Ghastly behind him. "You can tell she is going to be fine. Look, the moon is even brighter than earlier." With the two looking up, they both saw the glow.

"But how did you know what we did?" Douken asked back, looking back at the trainer, who showed off the damaged ghost type.

"Salem here overheard the rumors of the woods and wanted to investigate herself. After I fall asleep, she was going to try and take me to other dreams, but the enemy got to me first. To investigate, she 'joined' the enemy side to find out." With the Ghastly's small muttered, the rich kid added, "She says your Dewgong is quite strong."

Walking over to Douken, the kid handed him a small box. "These appeared on you about the same time Salem returned to tell me what happened. I bet they are from her. Make sure you take care of them. Opening the box, Douken saw three moon-shaped feathers humans were calling Lunar Wings. "She would be ashamed if thy got lost. Still, maybe you two should get some normal sleep now. it is still 2 in the morning." On that note, the kid waved off before walking to the back of the tent and sleeping in his own sleeping bag.

Walking back over to Pan, he scratched the back of his head. "Um, Pan... I... well... I'm sorry for what i did today." He actually went and knelt before her and bowed his head as he was saying sorry! "It's just how i got used to running business is all. Connections with other Amazons is how deals are made over in my mom's clan of women. I can tell you know if Darryn said if he knew me, he could get some benefits himself more than saying he is a Master Coordinator." Then again, it may also bring down hazards as well. "Just... please forgive me."

With her response out of the way, may it be positive or negative, he got back up and handed over a feather to her. "I am sure this is Cresselia's way of saying thanks."

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Nov 11 2012, 11:34 PM

When Pan and then Douken disappeared from the dream world, Justin was neither confused nor afraid. It made sense. The dream was over, and they were waking up. He figured he didn't have much time, so he called back Hitmontop into his pokeball, giving him a nod of approval while doing so. It was taking a little longer than expected, and Justin found himself just looking down at Hitmontop's pokeball. His journey ahead of him was going to be rough, and his safety nowhere near guaranteed. The same went for each of his pokemon. Still, he felt secure knowing that Hitmontop would be with him the whole of the way. Justin was proud to have Hitmontop as his best friend.

And with that happy thought, he didn't jerk awake like Pan and Douken. He just opened his eyes and took a deep breath. After what just happened, reality just seemed so much better. Suddenly, he felt entirely capable of dealing with anything life decided to throw at him.

He made his way out of the tent, half expecting sunlight to burn his eyes, so he flinched at nothing. Then, he looked up and saw Douken proposing to Pan or something like that, which was interesting to say the least. He remembered that something happened between the two of them when he got to the inn, but never did ask what it was. That said, Justin stood back and waited for them to resolve whatever issues they were having before breaking it up.

"Yo," he nodded, his hands awkwardly in his pockets. "Pan, do um," he began, not really sure what to say. "Do we need to talk?"

Posted by: Toogee Dec 2 2012, 07:58 AM

As Pan looked over her venusaur for any traces of a terrifying flying mutant, Douken approached her to apologize for their earlier altercation. Their fight over the inn seemed so long ago since their adventure in the dream realm occurred. Yet, here he was, apologizing on one knee and talking about his traditions. Considering what had happened, Pan’s anger over the event had greatly subsided, so it was much easier to accept Douken’s apology.

“I guess I may have overreacted,” Pan started, stroking Turnip’s head. “He’s your friend too after all.” The researcher accepted the lunar wing, eyeing with great interest. Before she could examine it further, Justin walked up to the two. It was time to get back to reality.

“Um, yeah, I do….” Pan got back to her feet, petting her venusaur one last time before going to Justin’s side. “I’ll be back,” she told Turnip and Douken as she made her way from the tent. Her fingers waved across Justin’s hand, signaling him to join her to find someplace private.
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They walked some distance from the inn, making it to the outskirts of the forest. They sat upon a bench overlooking Crescent Inn and the bright night sky above them. How should she break the news? Justin seemed like someone who wanted to get to the point (shouldn’t she know these things about him?).

Meanwhile, Justin’s mind was all over the place as he and Pan walked to seclusion. He had a feeling, but wasn't sure. It could be something worse. Hell, it could have been something better, but he wasn't so dumb as to be optimistic. Then, she looked up at him and he stopped thinking. He stopped hoping. Everything went silent, his heart as well.

There was no point in beating around the bush, so Pan just…said it.

“I’m pregnant.” Pan looked into Justin’s face, looking for his reaction. She was clearly nervous about what he would have to say, her eyes wide with terrifying anticipation.

A relief came over him. Not at what the news was, because that was frightening as all hell. But just a general relief of knowing, period. The wait was over and he didn't have to worry himself about not knowing. Now he had a whole new set of worries.

"Well, fuck," he said after his initial sigh of relief, then immediately realized the tactlessness. "Err. I, uh. I mean. What, uh." It was so easy to fuck this up, he was sure Pan would be okay with him taking a little while to figure out what he wanted to say. Then, it was clear. She didn't actually need him to say anything. Why should he say anything? He was secondary in this decision.

"What's the plan?"

“Well, I can’t keep running around Furoh,” Pan began. Her career as a traveling researcher would be the first casualty of this new phase in her life. It hadn’t really struck her until the words actually left her mouth. That was all she knew since taking her first step in this new land. Her next words were taken off the fly; she had no solid plan.

“I guess I could go to Petropolis and get a desk job at the museum. I’m sure the professor could put in a good word for me. I…don’t know anything after that.”

Just as she thought the plan would roll off the tongue, Pan blanked out. The best she could hope for would be a position as a secretary. At such a salary, she would almost have to rely on Justin to help support their budding family. The question was whether he had the same idea of settling down. Pan assumed yes, an assumption that wasn’t so concrete.

“I know you’ve been taking odd jobs around Furoh. Are you going to keep doing that? This may sound selfish, but, I’d like you to stick around. You know, at least, for the baby.”

There it was. Justin was entirely unprepared to have a kid. He was still a criminal, technically, and while it's true that many criminals had kids, Justin wasn't comfortable with either of those situations. "I, um," he didn't really know how to say what he needed to say. He didn't know how to tell her that he wasn't ready for this commitment.

There was always the truth.

"I wanna be around for the kid," he said. "And I wanna help with money, and stuff. It's just-" He felt his eyes start to tear up. "Shit, I don't know how to, uh-" He was going on like an idiot, because he was too afraid to tell the truth. "Okay, fuck it. I'm a member of a criminal organization. A group called Team Deception."

"Wait, wait, wait," he insisted before she had a chance to yell at him. "I'm working with a few people, we're planning on taking it down. We, um. We can't leave. All the stuff we know, they're not gonna just let us leave. So we're gonna take it down so they can't do anything about it.

"I just- I need time. I don't know how much, but I can't just settle down. I can't just walk away from this, because they'll hunt me." It somehow felt good to tell her. After all the close calls, specifically with the Mondo encounter in Lenolia, and keeping it a secret from her for so long. It felt good to have the burden off of him, at least the burden of secrecy. There was still the question of whether or not she'd still want him to be involved in either her life or the kid's after his confession, but that was her decision, and he'd honor it.

There was complete silence; Pan needed a few seconds to process what Justin was saying. She thought she had the biggest news of the night. Then Justin revealed that he was in some crime syndicate. This particular one was often the subject of news reports. It was this public view that the researcher was more familiar with, a view that didn’t quite line up with the severity of Justin’s situation. Pan was wondering if he was making things up to get out of their very complicated relationship. Still, she remained calm as she inquired further about his plight.

“Wait, I’ve heard of them. They’re on the news for theft and stuff like that. They don’t sound as dangerous as you say. What’s going on?”

"Yeah, they uh, they want people to think that," he said. "To think they're just thugs and gangsters. But these guys, they're in everything. That motorcycle gang who took over Lenolia, they were working with Team Deception. That's why Nate and I were there. And the foresters when we first met, those guys were members too. But they're smart. Smart enough to know that they're gonna get caught in the shit once in a while, so they play it off like petty crimes. No one looks deeper."

He sighed, not taking his eyes off hers. "It wouldn't matter either way. I'm a criminal, and the fact is, I don't deserve you. I'm gonna-" He finally looked away and brushed a tear from his cheek. "I'm gonna do everything I can to help with this, but I just needed you to know. I've made some shitty decisions, but this," he approached her and put his right hand on her stomach and his left on her shoulder. "This is not one of them. Pan, I-" He paused, his heart racing faster and faster. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "I love you."

Pan took Justin’s arms and wrapped them around herself, her back against his chest. She didn’t say anything at first, simply basking in his warmth as they swayed left and right. Here, she felt safe; nothing could harm them. Was this love? Their relationship wasn’t exactly traditional in any sense. There were no first dates, nonsensical anniversaries, or special holidays together. Their paths crossed only occasionally, but on one occasion, they were forever bound together by the child growing inside of her. Indeed, Pan would always have feelings for Justin.

She wasn’t sure that love was one of them at that moment.

Despite the adventures they had been through, Pan knew very little about Justin. The revelation of his role in Team Deception was clear evidence of that. What kind of person would join a criminal organization, especially one with Justin’s heart? Even if he took Team Deception down, what would stop him from joining another? Was he simply a good person who made a bad call, or would he always be a criminal no matter his affiliation? Deep down, Pan didn’t think so. She hoped the prospect of a family would keep Justin going to the end. He just couldn’t take care of them right now, even if he said otherwise. Taking down a criminal organization wasn’t a 9-5 desk job; they’d likely never see each other. Right now, Justin needed a plan to keep Pan and the baby safe, to keep them off his mind while he went forward with this dangerous mission.

“I know,” Pan finally replied to Justin, “And that’s why I’m going back home, to Celadon.”

Before Justin could object, Pan turned around and put her finger on his lips. She continued, hoping her explanation would make sense.

“You’ve seen enough movies to know how this is going to play out. You go after them and they’ll come after you. They’ll come after you through me. I have family back home, so we’ll be safe there. You won’t have to worry about us getting kidnapped or anything like that. I promise to write or call or whatever. You do what you need to do here; we’ll be waiting.”

Justin looked down to his feet with some disdain for himself. Pan was moving away, because of him. She didn't seem to hate the idea so much, but still, he didn't want to force her hand. He didn't have very much else to say, so he looked back up, in her eyes, and nodded his head once. Pan nodded back, and together they made their way back towards the inn. All that was left now was to tell Douken…

Posted by: Douken Sota Dec 9 2012, 10:40 AM

What was the news Pan had to tell Justin that they didn't want him to hear? It was a bit strange, even for her. However, what caught him first was a yawn in his throat, his eyes slowly moving over to the tent. His body was still wanting sleep and the bed from before did seem comfortable now nothing was going to interrupt his dreams.

“Douken!”

Just as Douken was about to retire for the night, Pan and Justin were coming back to the campsite. The call to him brought him back to reality, turning around to watch the pair. The first thing she did was recall her Venusaur, who had already fallen asleep on his feet. With Justin likely listening in the background, Pan approached her travel partner with news, something Douken didn't really expect.

“Douken, I have some…news,” Pan began, unable to quantify it as good or bad. “I’m afraid I won’t be going to Gigarte with you. In fact, I’m going back home, to Kanto.”

"Kanto?" he asked, only guessing that would be another land region as well as her home. "What do you mean by that? Did something happen where you live?"

“No, everything’s fine,” she replied. “It’s just…well…I’m pregnant.”

At this, Pan went to grab Justin’s hand, a sign that he was the father, as well as that she was happy to let people know this. She turned back to Douken with a smile and continued.

“While Justin takes care of some things at work, I’ll be staying with my folks.” Pan was careful not to reveal too much of Justin’s career choice. It was far better to keep fewer people in the loop of his connection with Team Deception. “Obviously, I can’t run around Furoh much longer. I hope you understand.”

His mind simply froze form her statement. Pregnant?! When did she... It was as if now it was running through numbers and video tapes of his past to think of when this could of happened, since there were only a couple moments Justin had been around. It wasn't before the mountain event, or else her belly would be much bigger now (or even had the child already). Then there was the farm in which they were together often. Lenolia? No, he was imprisoned with her most of the time. That left only one last place...

"Don't tell me," Douken muttered, scratching his head, "that this happened at Pokecon." Sure he didn't want to die a virgin, but he didn't accept the fact of dying then either.

"Either way, what you choose to do is up to you. I hope for the best of your new family and that you won't forget anything. Make sure you keep in touch and cheer me and Darryn on while we are here." Something else clicked. "Speaking of Darryn, does he know?"

“It’s just us.” Pan said. “Oh, and Lyla. She was there when I found out.” She wondered if Lyla had told Darryn by now. Certainly not, or he would have followed her here. Pan would have to tell him soon, especially since she would be leaving Furoh. Then there was her job at the museum. Pan would have to talk to the professor as well. It seemed she’d be taking the southern route to Barley. Quite frankly, the researcher was far too tired to think about all the things she’d have to do before leaving. Indeed, the sun would rise soon.

“I think that’s enough excitement for today,” Pan elicited a loud yawn before finishing, “Let’s get some sleep while we still can.”

With a short smile to her yawn, he told her, "Agreed. We got another long morning ahead of us. And before I forget," Douken headed over to Justin and handed him his feather from Cressilia, "She had one for you as well. Let's try not to lose these this time, alright?"

With tired tears covering his eyes, Douken returned back to the tent, to where he had awaken from. Removing his glasses, he let himself fall under by his own will and rested peacefully.

Posted by: Yzarc Drowsnam Dec 26 2012, 01:04 AM

((OOC: Sorry team, I just realized I was the one holding this up.))

Justin sighed as he watched, from a comfortable distance, as Pan broke the news to Douken. He seemed confused or devastated, one of the two. It was hard to tell, but he definitely didn't look happy. As Justin looked upon Douken, trying to figure out his feelings on the matter, he couldn't help but think of all the times Douken proved himself a capable trainer. In particular, the battle against the Shadow Zoroark was really Douken's shining moment, and it was against Team Deception.

And there he was, learning that he would no longer be able to travel side by side with Pan. Suddenly, with Pan about to leave, Justin was able to see Douken for all he could be: A powerful ally.

Now was not the right time to see if he wanted in on the action, but it was definitely something to keep in mind. And for that matter, everyone Justin had teamed up with in the past began to run through his mind. He wondered who was trustworthy enough, who was powerful enough. His mind was full on revolutionary at that point. He wanted, almost desperately, to take down Team Deception and to do right by Pan. She made it so easy for him to know what to do. Now he just had to do it.

He nodded goodnight to Douken and embraced Pan before she headed to bed. "Thank you," he said. "For understanding. I fucked up, and I'm gonna make it right. I promise. I'm supposed to meet Nate early tomorrow in the city, so I can't stay the night."

Looking into her eyes, he realized this was probably the last adventure they'd go on together. The last time they'd get to fight side by side, their lives in danger, Douken close by. He'd fight the rest of his battles without her, at least for quite some time. And the hardest was still ahead of him.

"I'll be in touch," he said. "Let Douken know I'll be in touch with him too."

And after some last goodbyes, he headed out, towards Arasam, where he'd meet Nate, who hopefully was able to make contact with the men who made their opposition to Team Deception clear.

Posted by: Toogee Dec 29 2012, 11:00 PM

“You come back for us, Justin Smart. When this is all over, you come back for us.”

That was the last thing Pan said to Justin as he left for his mission. It may have been the last thing she would ever say to him. She watched him disappear into the darkness, on his way to make the world safer for their unborn child. He had something to fight for now: a future that would not be possible with a criminal organization in their lives. It was that thought that Pan knew that Justin would not be turned from his goal. With that knowledge, the researcher was able to retire in peace.
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Morning came swiftly over the foot of Mt. Carello, perhaps too swiftly for the group inside the tent. Pan had stayed up later than the others; she had to send a message to the professor about her plans to leave Furoh. The tell-tale beeping from her pokegear woke Pan up. In anticipation of the reply, the researcher grabbed the device and read the email.

Pan was a little surprised that she had been assigned to Lenoilia even after announcing her departure. The museum must have been desperate to get someone down there. Though she really did have to go home, Pan was still quite eager to have one last adventure in Furoh. While Douken continued to sleep, the researcher began gathering her things in preparation for the journey south. As he woke up, she broke the news.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Pan began, packing up the last of her supplies in her backpack. “I gotta head back to Lenoilia for a study. And I know you want to head north to get your next badge…”

She didn’t directly say it, but they both knew that they were at a crossroads. Their paths would lead them in separate directions, ending an era of adventure and friendship. She didn’t expect Douken to delay his dreams for her, but she was hoping for one last adventure together.

Posted by: Douken Sota Dec 30 2012, 11:12 AM

A long yawn brought Douken back from his own personal dream world and back into the real world. By what he could hear, Pan was packing things away, possibly getting ready to leave. As she greeting her mornings, his hand went for a search of his glasses, soon finding them before placing them on. "Lenolia?" he asked back. "You mean that broken down town south of here with the biker gangs?" North was home and a badge, but the one he wanted to go was east. Either way, it would be quite the detour.

"But you know,"he said, mid-yawn as he sat up, "My dad always said, 'never deny the offer from a woman.' besides, it would feel stupid to hug you here and let you be off. You seem to be a trouble magnet and you know being reckless isn't safe for the both of you." It felt weird saying that, knowing about her child now, but time cannot reverse what happened. "I'll be sure to see you off properly. Now don't leave without me, alright? I need to do something real fast."

Collecting his things from the tent,he got out and headed for the hotel, where he saw Siegfried passed out completely. if he bothered to look at his eyes, it would of had the same pink fog in them, saying Cressilia placed him under. And with the boss under, they had no problem letting him use their phone and transfer device. After a quick conversation (about them in shock about the Dragonair and the lunar Wing), he had the feather sent over to be placed in his journey safe as he swapped out Rusty for Canaan. Sure enough, she was still in that odd Pokeball, but it was not like he would complain. Telling his goodbyes to his parents and thanking the stafff or the moment, he headed back out to Pan, letting Sabre out. "So, ready to go for one last adventure together?"