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bravenewworld2015-04-14 09:00 pm
bravenewmods) wrote in bravenewworld2015-04-14 09:00 pm
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Another time, another place...
As you descend into the newly formed tunnels, a strange feeling surrounds you. Driving deeper, a strange green light encircles you, pushing you unconsciously deeper and deeper into the swirling mists. There’s a power here, ancient and unfathomable. And then, light. But when you emerge, things have suddenly changed.
Any vestige of your Enlightened powers are gone. Your clothes are different, your equipment is different, even your Warp Band is gone! Any changes the process may have brought upon your body is also gone, you are now, fully and truly human. In its place, strapped securely to your belt, are a collection of red-and-white balls. You know instinctively what these are. The heretical tools of the lost age. Pokeballs…
[OOC Notes: ALL Enlightened powers, form changes, and other associated abilities will be gone for the duration of this log. Shifters may choose either to enter as a human, retaining their Pokemon team, or as a speech-capable Pokemon, although speaking in front of other humans may cause alarm and suspicion. Any Enhanced equipment is also altered, it is now entirely technological and may appear quite advanced. Unless specified in the intro log, your clothes will likely be reflective of more modern US attire or army combat gear, depending on the situation.
As always, we will be progressing the log at least once every 24 hours to keep things moving. If you have any further questions, please ask here.
When making your first comment in a thread, please list your character's Pokémon team.]
Any vestige of your Enlightened powers are gone. Your clothes are different, your equipment is different, even your Warp Band is gone! Any changes the process may have brought upon your body is also gone, you are now, fully and truly human. In its place, strapped securely to your belt, are a collection of red-and-white balls. You know instinctively what these are. The heretical tools of the lost age. Pokeballs…
[OOC Notes: ALL Enlightened powers, form changes, and other associated abilities will be gone for the duration of this log. Shifters may choose either to enter as a human, retaining their Pokemon team, or as a speech-capable Pokemon, although speaking in front of other humans may cause alarm and suspicion. Any Enhanced equipment is also altered, it is now entirely technological and may appear quite advanced. Unless specified in the intro log, your clothes will likely be reflective of more modern US attire or army combat gear, depending on the situation.
As always, we will be progressing the log at least once every 24 hours to keep things moving. If you have any further questions, please ask here.
When making your first comment in a thread, please list your character's Pokémon team.]
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If she sees any of the locals slacking, she'll motivate them her way. "Alright you lot, that's the smell of food spoiling, which means your flying nasty is here, which means it's time to move! If you don't have a fast Pokémon, find a buddy who does!"
For her part, she heads for the door so she can summon her own escape method without crashing into a roof.
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The Smeargle pauses for a moment, then places its tail against the floor and carefully paints a perfect blue circle around them, pauses again, then nods at Banzu. Banzu in turn nods at the rest of the group and heads off, Smeargle in tow.
Banzu scribbles frantically in his notebook as he moves, writing down the things he's heard, pacing out distances and sketching out a map of the area, taking notes on what he's seeing, and looking for any documents or smaller bits of technology he can put in his pack, which he will do if he finds any.
He's pretty sure the overturned machines are the same kind of thing as the vehicle they found before, and he's getting some serious deja vu from those lights, but he's not sure why. He makes more sketches and notes on what he's seeing, then starts looking for a way to get closer to the vehicles.
It takes him a moment to register the faint sound of wings, because it wouldn't be notable in any other situation. In this stillness, and with what he's heard though...
He stops walking, and immediately notices the smell. He reaches into his pack and pulls out the rest of his food, seeing it rotting in front of him. Eyes widening, fear starting to worm its way into his mind, he throws the packages on the floor and grabs onto Multi's head.
"Teleport, n-"
"-ow!"
Hopefully Banzu and his Smeargle appearing inside the blue circle in a flash of light, with his voice raised in obvious fear, doesn't give anyone a heart attack in this situation. Seeing the others frantically getting themselves into motion doesn't make him any less concerned, because now he knows it's not just him.
"How far into the effect before it's lethal?" he calls out to no one in particular, releasing his Carbink as he gets moving. Facet the Carbink has been an exceptional line of pure defense for the past year or so, but Banzu has no idea how well its defenses can shield him against the power of a god. He's desperately hoping that he won't need to find out.
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With enough Pokémon to accommodate nearly everyone, the woman helped keep people's spirits up, getting them mounted and ready. The worry on her face was less than apparent, but her movements said it all—they needed to get moving, and quickly.
"I don't know, I'm sorry..." She said somewhat helplessly to Banzu, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Clara, Mira, go ahead! Listen to the others and do what they say."
Both Blissey and Bellossom protested.
"Just do it! Please... Keep everybody safe for me."
She turned her back toward them, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke. "You all said they could be reasoned with, right? The le—the gods. I'll see if I can at least get it to turn away. Run as far as you can."
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But she isn't the only one in danger. There are arms around his waist from the other person sharing his saddle, and he can't ignore their trembling. If they get slowed down arguing, not a single person is going to benefit from it.
He looks down at the young woman, tries to catch her eye for a moment. There's only one thing he can think to say: "We believe in you."
Without wasting any more time, he leans forward and nudges at his Rapidash's side with his heels. "You totally heard the lady! Move!" They take off, in the direction that everyone seems to have ended up facing while people were getting mounted.
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[The words spill from Merrill's lips almost without her thinking about it. She tends to slip into Dalish when under stress or when she doesn't have time to formulate thoughts in the common tongue. It takes her a moment, but she nods to the woman and translates.]
Be safe.
[And with that, she turns to her Pokemon, leaning down to stroke the Honchkrow's neck before whispering something to it in Dalish which likely means 'let's go,' and the great bird lifts off the ground, carrying Merrill and two of the children to what will hopefully turn out to be safety.]
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Yuuna whirled at the suggestion, her jaw tightening as she thought about the statement. This woman. This woman was...volunteering to go speak with a god, to try and bargain with what she was beginning to assume was very likely death itself.
"But...you shouldn't go alone..." she protested, because if the god didn't relent, then she'd surely die. Maybe it was a stupid notion, but she hated the idea of leaving someone who'd been so kind to the whims of a being like Yveltal. But, as she climbed on the back of the Braviary with Gouken. The bird's wings beat, taking it up aloft, followed closely by the Hawlucha.
"Let me come with you, just till we have some idea of if it's willing to talk..." Yuuna went on, but her Pokemon were having none of it. Howashi's wings beat once, and Gouken leaned all his weight on Yuuna, pushing her down against the warrior eagle's back, grunting in such a manner that she instinctively knew meant he thought she was being stupid. She didn't struggle at least, but instead gave her friend a resigned look and squirmed an arm free enough to take hold of feathers for support. She wasn't getting out of this, and if this girl was who she thought she was...then it wasn't Yuuna's place.
Bowing her head, she huffed an exasperated sigh. Fine, fine. "Luck be with you, friend. I'll pray for your safety."
And with that, the eagle took off, followed swiftly Ichijou.
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They need to get out of here.
Martin brings out Boldred before bringing him back. Boar starts chewing him out, but Martin ignores him.
"Let one of us stay with you. Just in case. I can do it--I have a Vibrava and can get you out if need be."
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Isabela cuts off her protest when she remembers this lady mentioning she DID talk to Pokémon, and just demonstrated it with her conversation with her own. Maybe she was one of those Kindred Soul types.
Instead, she hands the lady one of her knives, sheathed. "Good luck, and don't try to fight with this. It's for when you inevitably have to run away."
She's fine with this lady being a decoy, but let's pretend she'll actually survive for a minute.
She turns to get out of Dodge, grabbing anyone reluctant to leave by the arm, such as Martin. "Come on, man, I am NOT going to explain to the Swords how one of you wound up dead on a mission with me."
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With that, she gives an appreciative nod to Boar and continues dragging Martin.
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The answer to the question he woke up with burns in him like the flame of his enlightenment: He wants to live. He wants to explore, and dream, and be a laughing old man with a head full of tales one day.
But he's never seen the point in a life lived on the safe side -- not when faced with the bullies of his childhood, or with the tricks up Team Evolution's sleeve, or with the armies of Gigas, or even with Heatran's overwhelming power. Leaving the girl behind doesn't sit right with him, and with every moment that Martin struggles to stay with her, he finds his own justifications weaker and weaker.
The Rapidash he's on is already moving fast. He can't turn around, not at the risk of the other passenger. What he can do...
"Mieszko, keep running. Don't turn back for anything." He takes out his Gardevoir's Pokeball, waits a few seconds to get some distance, and lets her out, cradling her to his chest as she appears. The order is a whisper: "Teleport back over there. Just you and me."
She looks at him, stunned, but she's familiar enough with the determination she's picking up right now to know he'll probably just jump off the Rapidash if she doesn't help him. Touching his forehead gently, she obeys.
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It would help them more than it would help her, her tone of voice seemed to say.
Isabela's offering startled her, and, very obviously taken aback, she recovered quickly, shaking her head. "You keep it. I don't intend to fight, or to run away."
"Bellolo!"
"Bliblisey!"
Riding with Susume, the Blissey and Bellossom called after the young woman, the flowery pokémon crying a bit. The woman waved her arm in the air vigorously, putting on as brave a smile as she could muster as she watched them leave.
"Be good! I'll catch up!" She called at the top of her lungs.
Her hand fell lifelessly at her side not a few moments later.
"She's not coming, is she?" One of the children riding with Susume said, after a long moment of silence.
Once out of the main shopping district, they could see it, the great angel of death gliding through the sky. What little vegetation left drooped and wilted in its wake, the god of destruction making its way toward Mauville City, stopping just short as a small figure stepped outside.
They won't get far, before a great darkness began to settle over the city, heavy and oppressive, bringing with it the chill of death. It hung there like a fog, lingering and growing darker than any starless night.
Feliks, with the aid of Teleport, would get close enough to see the woman step out from the building, and while he could not catch her words, he could hear her speak. Her voice quivered for a moment before finally settling.
The death god answered. Then, all at once, it happened.
A great blood-red bolt tore the sky asunder, hitting the ground with such force that it should have split it in two. The aftershock came a moment later, a boom that filled their entire bodies. The shock was felt not in the ground, not on the air, but in their very beings, a painful interference that struck their cores. It wasn't painful as much as it was soul crushing. It was enough to knock even the strongest of wills unconscious.
Feliks would see the impact before losing consciousness himself, the crimson bolt hitting her left shoulder. She staggered, nearly falling to the ground before catching herself at the last possible second. Standing there, she slowly extended a hand to the great beast.
When they finally came to, they would find themselves where they came from, before slipping into what seemed to be the past. The pokéballs gone, they would find their warp bands in-tact, and their pokémon attuned to them. Their clothing back to normal, they would find all of their things in place in their packs, as if they had never left the caves. Little time had passed since they had gone underground--maybe a half a day at most.
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"So! Anybody have any idea what in the bloody gods' names just happened?" she asked. "Another super-nightmare or something?"
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She’d…shook hands with the Savior, shared food and water with her, been treated by her Pokemon and held a conversation with her. The Savior had called her one, and acted like their group had done something to help. True, they may never be sure of her identity, or if it was an illusion or not, but that didn’t matter. She knew what she’d seen, and knew who she’d talked to. Her heart swelled, her eyes closed, and she just lay back against Susume’s warm belly, letting Hawlucha climb up into her arms.
Answering Isabela with actual words was hard, her voice hitching slightly as she finally found her capacity for speech.
“That…we just met the Savior, Bela. That woman. There’s no doubt in my mind that’s who it was,” she breathed. “As for what specifically happened and why we’re here? That was either an illusion, or time travel. The gods were probably testing us again.”
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She sits down and thinks about this. It wasn't an emotional experience for her, being constitutionally opposed to religion even in the face of 'proof', but it was certainly food for thought. "What she looked like was a scared little girl with some whiny neighbors."
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"No she's definitely real. And you know as well as I do that people aren't always what they seem," she went on, looking pointedly at the entire group. "And History has a way of distorting the truth. Remember that the legends say she's a great warrior hero but think about that for a second. That doesn't add up. I figured that out with the fire god. You don't fight them. You remember the dream world, and you saw what that thing could do."
She swatted Politoed's hand away from her ear, before going on. "Believe in the legend or not, that woman was far more than she let on. She's definitely a savior, at least to those kids."
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"Of course, I held onto my knife in that instance, but I'm not a major religious figure for a multitude of reasons. And I wasn't facing a god."
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Feliks sort of fades in and out of consciousness a few times, lying perfectly still, aware that people are talking but unable to focus on the words at all. Gradually, he comes to a couple of conclusions, one by one:
His body feels warm. His heart is beating. His chest is rising and falling, just a little, so he has to be breathing.
"...Savior, are we alive?"
He sits up, pushing a hand through his hair and looking around in utter, disoriented confusion.
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"We are. Somehow."
He is a little too stunned to say much else.
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"Either that was an illusion or time travel resets everything but your memories when you get back. Everything I wrote down's gone! Multi! That place where we found the red thing - was that the third or fourth one in?"
His Smeargle snaps out of its stunned state upon being called upon and moves over to Banzu's side to help. Banzu continues to madly write and map, and Multi begins to use the cave wall as an impromptu canvas to sketch out various objects and scenes that will make little to no sense to those observing.
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"And yeah, we're alive. Something wrong there, Banzu?"
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