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bravenewworld2016-08-13 09:01 pm
bravenewmods) wrote in bravenewworld2016-08-13 09:01 pm
Mewtwo Event Start
They came in a horde. Ferried by enormous water types and a huge flock of flying types, each fully evolved with strange markings across its body. They were angry. They were in pain. And they were here.
Moving across the land like a tidal wave, the horde of strange Pokemon swept across the land, making their way inexorably toward Union, and leaving devastation in their wake. At their head, a Psychic Pokemon of immense, immeasurable power. Covered in armor that did little to mask the scent of rotting flesh that accompanied it, the Pokemon’s mind seemed unburdened by the state of its body as it swept trees from their root with but a contemptuous gesture.
As the Union forces scrambled to meet the army of Pokemon, Ori, the mysterious young person who had visited before appeared in a flash.
Begone, Origin! This no longer concerns you!
The voice thundered in the minds of all present, the rage of the attacking Pokemon palpable as its horde roared in agreement.
Ori gave the Pokemon a sad smile as their body began to glow with an aura of pink light. In an instant, the human was gone, and another, much smaller Pokemon remained.
This is unnecessary. We… they can help you.
I trusted my fate to humanity once. Never again will I make such a foolish mistake.
You will see. They will show you the way.
The two mysterious stones taken from the Gigas installation appeared besides Ori, but their sheen seemed almost nonexistent. Closing their eyes, the Pokemon engulfed the battlefield in an aura of shimmering pink light. The wails and screams of the Pokemon assembled before them grew palpable. Screams of pain, screams of want, screams of beings slowly dying, grasping for a final hope that their master might cast down the accursed humans and find a cure for their malady, a way to allow them to live as whole beings.
But comprehension is not understanding. Heedless of the aura, the Pokemon advanced, a wave of destructive fury hurled to the teeth of the Union column.
[Mew’s Blessing: During this log all characters will be able to communicate with each other and all Pokemon telepathically, and can resonate with them without having to use their Warp Band. They can bond with any Pokemon on the field without the aid of their warp band, so long as they can present a good reason for the enemy to do so.
Children of the Verdant Forest will be especially affected, and during this log they will have a sharp increase in their empathic feelings. They will feel the pain of the cloned Pokemon before them, the pain of being “lesser” beings, incomplete, and the pain of the knowledge that their lives will soon end, the process that created them being unable to sustain their lives.
Kindred Souls will have some empathic ability, but to a lesser degree than Children of the Verdant Forest as outlined above]
Moving across the land like a tidal wave, the horde of strange Pokemon swept across the land, making their way inexorably toward Union, and leaving devastation in their wake. At their head, a Psychic Pokemon of immense, immeasurable power. Covered in armor that did little to mask the scent of rotting flesh that accompanied it, the Pokemon’s mind seemed unburdened by the state of its body as it swept trees from their root with but a contemptuous gesture.
As the Union forces scrambled to meet the army of Pokemon, Ori, the mysterious young person who had visited before appeared in a flash.
Begone, Origin! This no longer concerns you!
The voice thundered in the minds of all present, the rage of the attacking Pokemon palpable as its horde roared in agreement.
Ori gave the Pokemon a sad smile as their body began to glow with an aura of pink light. In an instant, the human was gone, and another, much smaller Pokemon remained.
This is unnecessary. We… they can help you.
I trusted my fate to humanity once. Never again will I make such a foolish mistake.
You will see. They will show you the way.
The two mysterious stones taken from the Gigas installation appeared besides Ori, but their sheen seemed almost nonexistent. Closing their eyes, the Pokemon engulfed the battlefield in an aura of shimmering pink light. The wails and screams of the Pokemon assembled before them grew palpable. Screams of pain, screams of want, screams of beings slowly dying, grasping for a final hope that their master might cast down the accursed humans and find a cure for their malady, a way to allow them to live as whole beings.
But comprehension is not understanding. Heedless of the aura, the Pokemon advanced, a wave of destructive fury hurled to the teeth of the Union column.
[Mew’s Blessing: During this log all characters will be able to communicate with each other and all Pokemon telepathically, and can resonate with them without having to use their Warp Band. They can bond with any Pokemon on the field without the aid of their warp band, so long as they can present a good reason for the enemy to do so.
Children of the Verdant Forest will be especially affected, and during this log they will have a sharp increase in their empathic feelings. They will feel the pain of the cloned Pokemon before them, the pain of being “lesser” beings, incomplete, and the pain of the knowledge that their lives will soon end, the process that created them being unable to sustain their lives.
Kindred Souls will have some empathic ability, but to a lesser degree than Children of the Verdant Forest as outlined above]
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Oh, puh-lease! Yami snorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. Is that really the best you can do? If you're going to be all 'dark and mysterious and all-knowing', you really need to know where to hit them the most. Like his intelligence! He's hardly smarter than a ton of bricks! And his trust issues. Boy is far too trusting for his own good; perfect setup to be used...
Right's staring at his Diggersby in disbelief. How could the guy just say that kind of stuff to a complete stranger?! Thankfully, Miss Chansey happens to Fling one of her eggs into the yammering Pokemon's mouth just to shut him up.
Thank you. Content with the silence, the Lucario focuses on using his Foresight to locate the enemy's aura in the smoky area around them.
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'Tamer' of dragons? she asks, on the Greninja's terms. I'm no tamer. I'm one of you. Certain Pokémon have chosen to follow me, each for their own reasons.
Ddraig grumbles out an affirmation, and also speaks into the psychic link. Saber gave me an example to strive for, and helped me learn to fly. She's a leader, but she is no one's master.
To emphasize her point, Saber transforms into her Aegislash form, still challenging the Greninja, but in dialog rather than arms for the moment.
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"Get it on the ground," she mutters - her own mobility is limited, so she doesn't think much of her chances of being able to touch the enemy itself. But, as the frog itself has pointed out, she doesn't have to.
If things go sour, Haruka just needs it to get out of the trees.
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No further movement could be heard from the trees above them, but the smokescreen didn't dissipate either. 'Hops' seemed to be biding his time...
And another soft snort could be heard.
You all talk too much, the Greninja muttered. Then, more clearly: State your ideas and your terms. If you're so keen to 'help', you best back it up.
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He blinks though, when the Greninja seems to open the floor up for talking rather than attacking. Gawain glances back his way and he shakes his head just slightly, signaling for the Pokemon to remain at ease. The sounds of battle and the screams of Pokemon are still on the air and this could very well be a trick but... even if they do fight their way past this one, there's still that armored Pokemon at the head of this army. That thing's power is enormous and he doesn't have a clue how to begin to challenge that. Maybe they can at least get some insight into what it is and why it's here.
"Okay, how about we all just take a second here." He takes a step forward, raising his left hand. "You've been wronged, that much is clear, but this..."
he waves his hand, gesturing to the destruction and chaos of the battlefield,
"... is not going to undo that wrong. And take it from a dark Magus who knows: revenge doesn't take the hurting away." He pauses, lowering his hand as he watches the trees carefully. "So talk to us, tell us what's happened to you. There just might be somebody here who can help you. Is revenge worth wiping out that chance?"
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She maintains her defense, but decides to stick to diplomacy for now. We'd like to help you, preferably by ceasing hostilities and then giving what aid we can. Both one Pokémon to another, and a resident of Union to someone who needs it.
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Right closes his eyes, doing his best to focus on the Image of Union's future he had down in those caves a year back. It's a little hard to keep to focused, though, with all of these negative feelings and pain all around him, penetrating his mind...
"Union...it's our home. Here, we don't force Pokemon to work for us. They join willingly. We bond with them, becomes friends and allies...even family. We do our best to never, ever repeat the mistakes of the past."
He then grimaces a little. Not only is there pain on his arm from that wound from earlier, but there's an ache growing in his chest - almost like he's absorbing all the negative emotions. "It ain't perfect, not yet...but we're working on it. Besides, it's not Pokemon who's been done wrong by humans. Other humans have suffered, too. But we've helped them all - humans and Pokemon - and I'm sure that we can try and find a way to help you guys live longer, even for a little bit."
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....Figuratively.
So it's Brilliance who helps the cause, less in words and more just in psychic conveyance of ideas - Rhyhorn don't do well with language. A sunny field. A nap in the shade. Haruka not making her run when she doesn't want to run. Haruka taking pride in seeing Super Beauty do laps around the courtyard. Happiness.
Brilliance just projects happiness at the enemy. Haruka smirks. Even the Rhyhorn are Unionites.
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We'd like to figure out what was done to you. the Frog Priestess of the Great Destroyer says. We'll undo it, if we can. And we'll ensure that nothing like it ever happens again. No matter what, your pain will not repeat itself on others. That much I can promise you. My trainer. My...friend...she won't let that happen.
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Quit wasting your time with those pretty words of your's-- there's nothing any of you can do to make this right. It's too late.
With it's words was a grim sense of conviction. This was what it truly believed, for there was nothing else that it could believe in.
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Still, she stands at attention, still in Shield Forme.
Still...if you insist on settling this the old-fashioned way, we can settle it the old-fashioned way, Pokémon to Pokémon. I swear on my honor as an Aegislash that these humans not only want to, but can help you and all your friends, and I'm willing to prove that through combat, she says. Single combat. Allow the rest of these people to move on, and we'll fight blade to blade like we would in the wild.
If putting her own neck unreservedly on the chopping block doesn't convince him, Saber reasons, nothing will.
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Well, Yuuna, technically. But Haruka's on the verge of offering herself - she's already wounded, so what's some more, and she was present for the first great frog outrage - when the counterargument occurs to her and she settles down. "Move on", the Aegislash had said. Not "retreat". Yes, the group could probably take this frog if it showed itself. But they have to stay alive to get to the big guns.
So she smirks. Fine. If the enemy will accept a sacrifice, she'll make sure it's a willing one. "Come out of the trees," she orders. "You have your opponent."
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Yuuna stepped out of the group, giving both Saber and Haruka a warning glance and flicking on her Warp Band. She wasn't an empath, but the band would give her something, help her talk to this thing and understand it better. She stands beside Geshiko, holding the band out to where she can sense the thing's presence, focusing on it.
"We don't want to fight," the Great Destroyer says, filling her words with her emotions. The thing should get a real sense of just who Yuuna is: someone strong, honorable, with a sense of duty and responsibility she'd earned. Someone who can and would fix her mistakes, and someone who wasn't too proud to get help to fix them.
"We want to help, and it's never, ever too late. Just trust us, even if it's just a little bit. We'll help you, we'll find a way."
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It was a Greninja, one who lurked in the shadows and preferred to strike swiftly. There was nothing honorable in what it did-- nothing honorable in death. The Ghost's implication that there could indeed be honor in the ultimate fate was irksome, for it had long ago put away any illusions it may have born in that matter. Perhaps the Ghost was biased because of her status? But, it served as no matter.
Accepting the challenge, the froggy assassin dropped from the canopy above them once more. Seemingly unarmed, it stood and regarded them all, and listened carefully to the Great Destroyer's words.
And, what do you intend if there truly is no answer? It asked firmly, taking stock of Yuuna and everything she stood for.
Go ahead: it's listening.
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"We've been told time and time again that there was something we couldn't do. That it was impossible, or that we'd die trying this. And yet Union's still here. The people of the past had machines and power but didn't know how to use them. They lacked the heart and the will. Union though? We're all heart. We bring people together, and we solve problems."
She took another step forward and unbuckled her swordbelt with her free hand, letting it drop to the ground.
"If you give us half a chance, we'll find you an answer. If you're missing a purpose, we'll help you find one. If you're missing some spark, we'll ignite one. If you need love and trust and kindness, we'll take you in. All we ask in return is that you give us a chance and show us a little faith."
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Honor is overrated.
"Twenty years." He says as he steps forward, planting his staff into the ground and looking at the Greninja. "Twenty years I spent fighting the forces that occupied my home, and I didn't see an end to it. And you're right, I've done ugly things. Things that I'm not proud of and that sometimes make me not sleep so good, but I did them because I couldn't see another way."
He turns his head back to the rest of the group, nodding his head toward them.
"Then these people stepped in and they tossed Gigas out of my home. Then they tore down the man who led them for centuries and freed the gods he kept as slaves." He looks back at the Greninja, a solemn expression on his face. "Two years. It took them two years to do what I couldn't in twenty and they did it without compromising who they are, without resorting to doing the ugly things. They changed everything."
"Give them a chance. They will surprise you."
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"You're probably thinking right now that we're nothing but empty words, that we're living in a fantasy or boasting," she admits.
"You may be right - humans and Pokémon aren't perfect or unstoppable, and we're certainly all mortal. But that's no excuse to give up, no excuse not to try," she says, "and we - the humans and the Pokémon and those in between of Union, or allied with Union, will never stop trying. Not after we've put our minds and hearts to something."
She puts her shield forward. "I believe you're a Greninja who wants to serve Justice, whether you actually believe in it or not. If I have to fight you to convince you I'm serious, I will without hesitation. But wouldn't you rather try to make things better?"
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But it doesn't stop him from smiling further as he steps up to stand beside the others. "Yeah, we did all those things, and more. But we didn't do it alone - at least, not all of it. Our allies from Caldera help us fight. So d0 the Valkyries and those from Glacier. Magi from Sanctuary lend their magical aid to us, and even Refuge folks helped us rebuild after the last time we got attacked. Even the Gods help us, like one of them is now." He nods upward in the direction of 'The Origin'.
"You wanna know why? Because we learned from the past. We know better than to harm Pokemon like you guys were. We don't use those abominations anymore...those Poke-balls. We bond with our Pokemon. No...we're friends with them. That's our strength - our bonds of friendship and hope. And no matter how dark things seem, we'll always find a way to bring hope to everyone."
He taps the side of his head. "Even if you can't see it now...we can. Even if the Image's not clear enough, we'll always see the dawn of hope at the end of every dark night. People know that. They trust us to keep doing that. And we're not going to stop doing that. Because we wouldn't be Union otherwise. We'll be disappointing everyone if we ever did. So, if you still wanna fight us, you're gonna have a helluva time defeating us. But if you want us to help you instead...we got the right folks who are willing to give it a try."
And yet...and yet, there's tiny whiffs of darkness that seems to be trailing off of his wings...
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She'll let the group try this, however. If it still wants to fight after seeing this much, well, Union on full display - then there's no helping it. It has a right to make its own decisions.
And Haruka got what she was after, anyway. Greninja is on the ground.
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Too reasonable. This was almost a deal it couldn't believe to be real.
Put your blades away, it huffed. You lot are too optimistic, but I see your point.
As for the rest, though....it couldn't say.
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"I'm glad. I'm also sorry for the challenges, but I don't know any other way to convey that I'm being serious.
She nods to the Greninja, respectfully. "May we pass on to see your leader?"
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But Trainer is being good, and cautious. Trainer is positioning her Rhyhorn so that should they be allowed to pass, she'll be passing closest to the frog. Just in case.
It's not holding a grudge so much as it's just being smart, okay?
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It looks like this particular situation is diffused for the moment but there's still the bigger problem of the army of Pokemon and their leader. Harry picks up his staff, keeping the point to the ground and crosses the remaining distance to the Greninja.
"We've still got work to do though. We still have to get to your boss and try to convince him that there's a better way to wrap this up that ends with everybody seeing tomorrow. We could use some help to get that done." He holds out his right hand to the Pokemon, the psychic field carrying a simple offer with the handshake: partnership. Equal terms. It's not a request for Hops to turn on his people or fight them, just to help them try to convince them. "What do you say?"
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'Equal terms' was something it appreciated-- after all, they weren't tools or 'slaves' as some termed it. They were sentient beings as well.
It was good to be recognized.
You'll get no help or hindrance from me, it grumbled, but the Boss isn't as likely to listen to pretty speeches, or give you a chance to talk.
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Of course, every second she spends thinking and not moving is also a second where everything could fall apart, so she'll trust the back of her mind to do the thinking. Brilliance rumbles thanks back whence they came, and then the Rhyhorn breaks into a run.
They've been lucky. They have to finish this before that luck turns.
Bonding attempt is go just to specify.
And I hope nobody minds this happening...
Oh dear...