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(OOC: Why did you put yourself in a coma? And although you, DieAutobahn and Koopy know about the whole evil dude thing, in the RP, Dean and Marcus are the only ones who frequently meet the Master. And, btw, the Master is no longer Marcus's dad.)
The Tyranitar roared angrily. From another bush came an equally terrifying Pokmon, a snarling Aggron. Followed shortly by a Rampardos and a Rhydon. Four more Pokmon joined this motley crew of mineral monsters, an Ankloton, a Gargo, Volcanus and a Grottoar. Dean was able to note one thing in the space of time between realising they were most likely going to die and screaming. They were all Rock Pokmon.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The Pokmon had them surrounded. Dean dragged Daniel up behind them and the remaining five Trainers called their Pokmon.
"Go, Nytshayd!"
"Go, Riolu!"
"Go, Comolten!"
"Go, Knowthing!"
"Go, Kecleon!"
Five newbie Trainers with Pokmon leveling only as high as 22, in the case of Marcus's untested Crobat. But they had to try.
"Nytshayd, use Razor Leaf!"
"Riolu, use Quick Attack!"
"Comolten, attack with Ember!"
"Attack with Bite, Knowthing!"
"Use Faint Attack, Kecleon."
Riolu and Kecleon both attacked with blinding speed, Kecleon hitting Aggron on the back of the head and Riolu scizzor kicking Rampardos and Grottoar simultaneously. Nytshayd sent a flurry of spinning leaves which struck Gargo, Rhydon and Volcanus while Comolten's Ember blared against the smooth rocky skin of Ankloton. Finally, Knowthing pounced through the air and dug its teeth into Tyranitar's fleshy underbelly. However, their efforts were futile as the much larger Rock Pokmon swatted their's aside.
"We need to call out all our Pokmon!" said Tim.
Soon Mosslus, Surskit, Tweezle, Scizzor, Tweedlebug, Zigzagoon and Fancifowl entered the fray. Mosslus and Nytshayd joined together their Razor Leaf attacks to take down Tyranitar. Nearby, Fancifowl, Knowthing and Surskit were back to back attacking Ankloton, Gargo and Rampardos, Tweezle and Tweedlebug were repeatedly tackling both Aggron and Volcanus as Grottoar took hits from Kecleon, Zigzagoon and Scizzor while Rhydon was getting pummeled by Comolten and Riolu. They were just about able to keep the fierce battlers at bay, but they're Pokmon were tiring. Suddenly the Rock Pokmon backed off. At first Marcus thought they were retreating but what they were actually doing was confusing and terrifying. Ankloton leapt on top of Volcanus. Then Grottoar climbed onto Ankloton, while Rhydon, Aggron, Tyranitar and Rampardos bit onto the sides of his massive head. Gargo rested on top of Grottoar and only then did Marcus realise what was happening. They were forming some kind of golem of rock, steel and fire.
"Run!"
They ran towards Bastion with all their might, the towering golem chasing them, Volcanus tearing right through the ground, Grottoar twisting to the sides, using the four Pokmon clamping onto him like arms and Ankloton swinging his tali angrily. Gargo was shooting bolts of magic at them, forcing them to zig-zag. Dean was growing tired, carrying Daniel on his back and running at the same time were proving wearying tasks. Suddenly he tripped. As he fell, Daniel went flying over his shoulder and landed on Marcus who fell forward. The other three hadn't noticed and continued running, leaving Dean, Daniel and Marcus at the mercy of the golem. The golem towered above them. Just as Dean thought they were all about to die, the golem stopped. A mysterious figure emerged from the trees. He was dressed from head to foot in tight-fitting leather armour and had a stone mask on his face.
"Hello there, Dean."
Dean frowned.
"How the f**king hell do you know my name you psycho!"
The mask remained expressionless though Marcus sensed a smile widening beneath.
"You'd find I know quite a lot about you..." He walked over to Dean and bent down eye level with him. "...young Master Buckley. One of the few things I don't know is why you use your mother's name and not your father, Maxmillian's."
Dean sneered.
"If you knew who my father really was you'd know the undue attention using his name would bring."
The mask laughed.
"Oh I know who your father was and so..." He walked over to Marcus. "...does this strapping young lad here."
Marcus frowned.
"I don't know Dean's father any more than I know his mother."
The mask was laughing again.
"Well let's try a helpful little excersize? Both of you say your full and total names."
The two spoke.
"Dean..."
"Marcus..."
"...Mortimer..."
"...Maxmillian..."
"...Maxwell..."
"...Archibald..."
"...Giovanni..."
"...Cyrus..."
"...Silph."
"...Silph."
Dean and Marcus looked at each other and then at the masked figure.
"We're related?"
The mask smiled.
"Oh you're more than just related. You are both the heirs to the Silph dynasty, one of you raised by your uncle, your father obliterated and your mother locked away in a mental institution for three years before she finally died. The other raised by an inconsistent stream of nannies while your father journeyed to far away places to research unimportant things and leaving you alone and without companionship. One from Hoenn, one from Sinnoh. Both ignorant of the fact that your true roots lie in Kanto. And one of you is evidently quite ignorant of the fact that your father was killed yesterday.
Marcus gasped.
"What?"
The mask seemed to frown.
"Yesterday, your father was climbing Mt. Battle to verify reports of Ho-Oh sightings when a stray Hyper Beam triggered a rock slide. He was killed instantly."
Marcus began to cry. Dean looked furious.
"Did you kill him?"
The mask shook his head.
"Alas no, but we seemed to have strayd from the point of this capture. Tell me where Maxmillian hid the Twilight Band, Dean. Tell me now."
Dean sneered again.
"I don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did."
The mask said nothing but snapped his fingers and motioned for the golem to attack. As the eight Pokmon prepared to strike, Dean and Marcus braced themselves. But as they were about to perish, there was a shout.
"Get away from my nephews!"
Dean looked up and Marcus, the mask and the golem followed suit. Scott was driving towards them in a dune buggy. He skidded sharply and nearly toppled over. He climbed out with six solid gold Pokballs tied to his belt.
"Swampert, Quagsire, Gastrodon! I choose you!"
Three blue Pokmon leapt from their balls and sttod battle-ready. The other three Pokballs remained sealed.
"Muddy Water!"
The trip released a torrent of brown water at the golem. Gargo, Grottoar, Tyranitar, Rampardos, Ankloton and Volcanus were all washed away and a scar was carved through the ground, causing a stream to form which narrowly missed the three young boys on the ground. However Aggron and Rhydon had both been taught Surf and swam through the water and prepared to fight. Despite their power the Muddy Waters had taken away a lot of Scott's Pokmon's strength and he called them back. He sent out two new Pokmon.
"Go, Kingdra! Go, Garchomp!"
The two Dragon Pokmon leapt from their Pokballs.
"Draco Meteor!"
The two Dragons's released a barrage of brightly-coloured blasts at Aggron and Rhydon and two Pokmon were knocked out almost instantaneously.
The mask snarled.
"You've thwarted me this time Scott, but I'll be back."
He raised his arms and for the first time Dean noticed a pair of silver gauntlets on his arms. Then the Earth swallowed him up. Scott ran over to them.
"Are you guys alright?"
Dean and Marcus nodded. Scott picked up Daniel and put him in the dune buggy. Scott had made his own alterations, the buggy was low to the ground and wide and long enough to fit seven people.
"Hop in. We'll pick up your friends on the way to Bastion and then I'll have to explain some things to both of you."
They drove off with surprising speed.

"Well, I had intended on only informing Marcus and Dean but you, Sukida, Daniel and Tim have become directly involved so it's best you all know."
They walked into a small caf. Scott ordered each of them a glass of water. Then he took of the belt with his Pokballs, and Dean noticed it too was made of gold.
"OK, so I'll tell each of the six of you a name. You tell me what you know and then I'll explain."
He turned to Chris.
"Pokmopolis."
Chris smiled.
"An ancient civilisation in Kanto, they worshipped Pokmon but were destroyed eons ago."
Scott turned to Tim.
"Snowpoint Temple."
Tim frowned before answering.
"Not much, there's a big statue of a Regigigas there."
Next to Dean.
"Spear Pillar."
Dean shrugged.
"It's a huge structure on top of Mt. Coronet. Super-ancient as far as I know."
And Sukida.
"Solaceon Ruins."
Sukida grimaced.
"There full of Unown?"
Scott nodded before turining to Marcus.
"Space-Time Tower."
Marcus nodded.
"A huge monument to the Sinnoh deities of time and space, Dialga and Palkia."
And finally the now-concious Daniel.
"Pokelantis."
Daniel frowned.
"Some ancient civilisation in Kanto, and something to do with Ho-Oh..."
Scott smiled
"All the places I have mentiones have two things in common. They're all, as Dean put it, super-ancient and they were all built by the same people. You see there was an ancient tribe that roamed the world. They worshipped the legendary Pokmon Ho-Oh, Lugia, Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza, Dialga, Palkia and Regigigas. If you take a map and draw lines from each of those six locations to each of the other five, they form a picture, and that picture depicts the eight Pokmon they worshipped. However long ago, they saw fit to steal some of the Pokmon's power, and incarnate each in an artifact. These have been passed down through the centuries. Here we have the Golden Belt, made from Ho-Oh's power. The person we encountered in the Woods had the Silver Gauntlets made from Lugia's power. That man is my brother Damian. I had two other brothers, Maxmillian and Mortimer, and four sisters, Farore, Din, Nayru and Meera. Farore had the Emerald Sceptre of Rayquaza, Din had the Ruby Staff of Groudon, Nayru had the Sapphire Wand of Kyogre, Mortimer had the Diamond Spear of Dialga, Meera had the Pearl Spear of Palkia and Maxmillian had the Twilight Band of Regigigas. They have all died but I was able to prevent Damian getting the other's. Damian cannot get all eight, or else he would be able power the machine he built at Silph Co. It's called the Restorer. It is designed to capture powerful Pokmon and turn their energy into a destructive force. He needs the artifacts to power the machine at first, but then he will be able to capture more and more Pokmon, until his twisted dream is realised. If he captures all 39 legendary Pokmon, then he could conquer the entire world. That is his ultimate goal. Did any of you notice anything about his Pokmon?"
They were all startled by the sudden change of subject but nonetheless, Marcus nodded.
"They were Rock Pokmon."
Scott nodded.
"And mine?"
They all answered unanimously.
"Water."
Scott nodded again.
"With the obvious exception of Garchomp although he is a very water-suited Pokmon. You see, each of the Guardians, as me and my siblings are known are supposed to each only use one type of Pokmon. The choice is ours and one we align ourselves to a type, we can use our artifact to control that type. You may have noticed Damian wearing a stone mask and being swallowed up by rocks? That is the power of the Silver Gauntlets. I have power over water, and my siblings also chose types. Mortimer and Mera, Light and Dark respectively, Farore, Din and Nayru, Grass, Fire and Ice and Maxmillian, Dragon. But with them all gone, the extra artifacts I have are useless."
Tim raised his hand.
"Is there any way to defy the type-alignment?"
Scott smiled sadly.
"Yes but it would be extremely painful. You'd have to merge your soul with the object you choose to control. None of us dared do it we were too old when we became Guardians, it would have destroyed us. However..."
He drifted off.
"You six are just young enough to survive the process. Would you merge your souls with these objects? Would you bond yourself to the power of gods?"
Marcus and Dean nodded.
"We will."
Scott smiled.
"Very well, select the object you choose to wield."
They looked eachother in the eyes and silently agreed as to their choices.
"The Spears."
Scott smiled again.
"Well thwn take them from your cups."
Marcus and Dean looked bewildered but reached into their cups of water. Moments later they pulled out two almost identical spears, one encrusted with a Diamond, the other with a Pearl.
"Put your hands over the gems and repeat these words. Targamad Anamo."
"Targamad Anamo."
They both fell about on the floor writhing in pain, clutching their spears to their chest. The caf was deserted and the waitress was in the back room so no one was there to witness it except Scott and the others. Eventually they stopped thrashing about. Scott bent down to them.
"Say the first word that comes to your mind."
Marcus sat up first.
"Wind."
Suddenly as if in answer to his call there was a light breeze in the air, that gave the area an eerie feel. Dean too sat up.
"Ice."
The scene became even more eerie as an unnatural gloom descended on them. Tim was confused.
"I thought you said they'd avoid the type-alignment?"
Scott smiled sadly.
"Of their Pokmon, yes. But the Spears had to accept some alignment. Ordinarialy it is based on the Pokmon they frequently sense around them but now it is based on Dean and Marcus's inner elements, Wind and Ice. And now I must ask you to repeat what these brave young lads have done. Will you discover your inner power?"
(OOC: You don't have to if you don't want to. )

(OOC: The description for the sceptre was fine but the Twilight Band is a platinum ring encrusted with an opal.)