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Xer0

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Dec 28 10 1:38 PM

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Well, Teleporting wasn't much fun.

Cray found himself in the middle of a forest clearing, though he only saw a glimpse of it before his skull split open. Not literally, of course; no, all-in-all he seemed to be uninjured, which actually struck him as odd. He hadn't expected to make it through his ambush alive, let alone unscathed.

The splitting, however, was painful, figuratively, though it had nothing to do with the Teleportation. Various thoughts were blasting through his head, now, and he could tell they weren't his. His mind did that sometimes, of course. Being a psychic was going to do that to him. But he was obviously close to a populated area, because he was picking up hundreds of them, and so suddenly that he was thrown off guard. He couldn't think straight himself; instead, he flashed from mind to mind, glimpsing thoughts and plans and dreams and fears and hopes and emotions. They went something like this, eventually blending into one nonsensical stream, a psychic seizure: (birthday--) (gym, Aaron--) (runaway--) (heir to throne--) (death--) (Trainers--) (school, Math homework--) (Anchore Town, Bombur--) (Alex might help--) (hate shopping--) (why, this happen, me--) (odd, computer, bulbapedia, delete, pennies--) (stupid, ignorant, family, grammar, Vulpix, find, cost, integers, love, hate, emotion, destiny--)

He couldn't feel his body, didn't see his surroundings; which is why he didn't notice him literally falling on top of a cloaked Trainer who had too little to properly dodge the falling half-corpse. He did notice the boy's thoughts, however; a quick glimpse, louder than the others, as his mind continued its mindless reading: (what the he--!!!)

Then he blacked out.

((OOC: Note. This hole thing only happened becaue he went from minds = 1 to minds = 1,000 in less than a second. This kinda thing won't ever happen to him again unless he Teleports, since normally his mind gets used to the steadily growing pop. change as he walks from place to place. *just wants dramatic intro, is all* :/))

Last Edited By: Xer0 Dec 30 10 12:59 PM. Edited 2 times.

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Dec 28 10 2:10 PM

Xenon, dashing through a forest, mentally cursed as a heavy weight fell on him. "What!!!!" He shouted as he crumpled against the ground. Xenon heard a loud grunt from above, and felt someone moving on him. He quickly realized that it was a person who fell on him. He spread out his mind, searching the person's brain. However, he felt a sharp head pain as he was abruptly pushed out of the other's concious. Xenon thought immediately that that shouldn't have happened. Only mages or psychics knew how to block their mind. Unless...

"Who are you?" Xenon asked, pushing the body off of him, "And...are you...psychic?" He continued, hesitant.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

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I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Dec 28 10 3:41 PM

Cray lay down at the Trainer's feet for a moment (as Xenon had been quick to get out from under him), grasping for consciousness. He eventually came to, fleetingly hearing the boy's last, confused question.

His voice came, quietly and groggily, from his throat. "A guy just spontaneously generates himself on top of you and blacks out in seconds. And your first question is if I'm psychic. Thanks for your concern, really. It's touching. I could have been killed, you know." The Searcher almost had me, he thought. That stainless steel son of a gun just had me. Which led him to a startling, disturbing, insane question; why didn't it have him now?

His scared face was enough to throw Xenon off-guard, and his attempt - and failure - at standing up frantically just added to the seeming insanity of Cray's sudden need to look around.

The blasted Magneton - the Searcher - had Teleported with him on it, and now he was alone. Why? The two had come here - wherever here was - together. That's how the move worked. Now, though, no sign of it. Had it re-Teleported, stranded Cray here? But that led to further questions. And he had enough already, least of which would be who the heck this Trainer standing over him was. That thing had been chasing him across continents, and it had finally got into physical contact with Cray - although not on its terms. Even if Cray's surprise "attack" had indeed thrown it off, why wasn't it here now, again chasing him? Had it lost him? Or was it watching, even now, from the shadows? Cray's mind worked furiously, forgetting Xenon and focusing on what he saw as the bigger problem at hand.

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Dec 28 10 3:50 PM

"Well, sorry! I just happened to sense somebody with actual competence for once, and that apparently had a skill that I've only seen in two other people! It didn't occur to me that the person who just used my body as a cushion would have died from a fall!" Xenon shouted at the boy. He clenched his teeth and turned away. Realizing that he should, indeed, help the strange person, Xenon turned back and said, grudgingly, "Here, let me help you up." Xenon focused his energy into the boy, and rose his hand. The person lifted along with Xenon's hand, through the power of telekinesis.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Dec 28 10 4:19 PM

Carelesss dusting any grime off his person, Cray looked the Trainer in the eye for the first time. "Ah, so you're a psychic yourself." Grudgingly, he held out his hand for Xenon to shake. While his eyes were still darting across the clearing, he added, "And yes, I think I'm psychic. My name's Cray Pasado. Now, then, one big question.

"Where am I?"

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Dec 28 10 4:56 PM

"Yes, I'm psychic, I geuss you could say." Xenon answered. "As for your second question, you are in Bombur. I'm not very familiar with it myself. Anyways, my name is Xenon." He said, while leading Cray out of the dark forest.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

Last Edited By: greek freak Dec 29 10 7:08 AM. Edited 1 times.

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Dec 29 10 7:00 AM

((OOC: You may want to reread my post. He's already introduced himself. :P))

"Great, Bombur. Never heard of it." But the Magneton took me here for a reason, it seems. And took off, too. Surely not for long, if it knows my position.

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Dec 29 10 7:20 AM

"I've just been here a day or two, so I still have near to no idea about this place either." Xenon said, glancing around the foliage. He was restraining himself from intruding upon Cray's mind, something he did with most other people. He seems to have lots of potential for teaching... Xenon wondered absently. "Oh, I have forgotten to introduce you to someone else. Misdreavus, come on out." He said, almost cheerful. Almost.

Xenon's small ghost companion floated out of nowhere, coming upon hearing her name. She whispered a mournful sound, and bobbed around Cray, curious about him. Misdreavus had noticed the potential of him also, and was joyful about meeting another mage, or psychic, as Cray preferred to be called. Xenon, calling the wondering ghost back, sensed a presence. The mind of this person was bulging with information. He seemed to be looking for a creature, a Pokémon, out in these woods.

"Come on." Xenon said seriously, grabbing Cray by the shirt and dragging him along. Misdreavus followed Xenon and Cray, seeming to emit a more worried tune. The trio came upon a man, with blond hair, and a small, black bird by his side. "Nevva! Nevamore!" The bird squaked at them. The blond-haired man glanced up at Xenon, Cray, and Misdreavus.

((I hope this is okay, Staff. I just though it was a creative way to meet Aaron.))

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Jan 1 11 4:06 PM

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((Preferably check first, but I'm okay with it... Also, there is a difference between a mage and a psychic. A mage is a being who can perform magic. I.e. their powers come from spells and potions and a special power given to them. A psychic on the other hand (already an established trainer class in pokemon) is a being who has such a strong mental capacity, that they can interact with the world around them in ways a normal human being cannot. In other words, it's the difference between using spells, and using your mind. The reason I'd bring up the difference is because PF does have the magic type, and the reason I've stated above is the reason for us not simply using the psychic type for certain magical pokemon.))

Aaron paused as a humming sensation rang in his ears. Either he had stumbled upon a Kolibuzz nest or something was in his head. Having dealt with psychics and psychic pokemon, he knew the feeling readily well, but could not stop it, nor did he enjoy it. If his mind was being read, the only thing he could hope for is that whoever it was was grasping at emotions and could not create a coherent or comprehensible thought or memory.

Soon, to his slight surprise, a group of two humans and a pokemon burst from the brush. Aaron whistled Nevermore to his side and looked at his new company.

"Unusual to see new faces in these woods, normally, new faces arrive at the harbor in Anchore town. May I ask who you are and where you hail from?" He kept his face cheerful and optimistic, however, recent trouble with Theith and the lingering feeling his mind was being scanned made him slightly on edge. He really would expect to see newcomers in Prof. Idaho's lab, not in the Decorus Woods during his research trip.

((Btw, greek freak, your description of reading minds reminds me of the Harry Potter or Inheritance Cycle.))

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Jan 1 11 4:40 PM

((Yes, I know that. However, Xenon, who has been practicing spells for about seven years, is able to do non-verbal spells like from the Harry Potter series. So, basically, he is pretty much a psychic. And yes, I got the mind reading from the Inheritance Cycle and HP.))

Xenon sensed the mind of the blond-haired man, and managed to gleam a bit of information from the mental search was "Professor Idaho, Decorus Woods, lab, what is that feeling?". Not much use.

When Xenon heard the man talk, he immediately jumped from his mind. Hearing the request for who they were, Xenon, uncomfortable around even one person, let alone two, invaded Cray's mind. "Cray!" he mentally shrieked, "Introduce us." Xenon squirmed, nervous.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Jan 5 11 12:40 PM

((OOC: Also, in my character's case, he A) doesn't know what the difference is and B) really doesn't care enough right now; he's still thinking about his own problems, and he doesn't need to know the specifics of it. He figures that if Xenon can use some of the abilities he can, it doesn't matter from where those abilities come; he still groups them together as "extra-natural" and whatnot.))

FINE, Cray screamed back, his anger quite apparent in his telepathic tone. He didn't like people going through his head, certainly not to scream at him in fear of some kindly stranger.

However, his external voice remained calm when he replied to Aaron: "I am Cray Pasado, and I hail from ... various places. I travel - alot." Leaving it at that, he pointed at his new companion. "And this is Xenon, and he hails from - "

Pausing momentarily, Cray saw the perect time for his minor vengeance, plunging into Xenon's consciousness quickly enough to pass by the boy's defenses and subjecting him to the same overwhelming feeling of being read.

Reading the glimpses he could catch, he finally found what he needed - a Town of origin. " - from Eterna City," Cray finished. He noticed detachedly that there seemed to be more than that, something important to Xenon about the area, but he really didn't care enough to plunge through the boy's mind again, lingering indignance or not. He glared once at Xenon, then turned to Aaron.

"And as to why I'm here, well, I don't suspect it's of any concern of yours." Which might end up a lie, as Pasado was fully aware; the Magneton had found him in Towns before, especially if he stayed too long, and the metal monstrosity often left such places in ruins in its ruthless attempt to find him. For Arceus's sake, think positive! he chastised himself.

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Jan 5 11 1:02 PM

Xenon glanced over at Cray, who had plunged into his mind. The feeling was irritating, but he had gotten used to it. One of the psychics he had met in Eterna Forest was very skeptic, and often dove into his thoughts, searching every nook and cranny. Now it was just a bit annoying, like a sudden itch.

After Cray had introduced them, Xenon, realizing that the blond man was waiting for his explanation for his being here, began to speak, though reluctantly. "I am here because . . ." Xenon did not want to give them the real explanation. He had felt a presence of something or another. It was strong, and pulling him closer. It made him want to run back to the origin of the presence, but didn't, due to meeting the strange Cray Pasado. So, thinking quickly, Xenon continued, ". . . because I was curious about the, er, Pokémon."

Xenon immediately shut his mouth, not wanting to converse any more. He wasn't used to it.

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I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Jan 6 11 6:07 PM

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((again, try not to read minds like a book. It's... not exactly fair.))

Aaron was still somewhat suspicious, but decided the best thing to do was to keep talking.

"Well, my name is Aaron, and I hail from the nearby town of Anchorage. I am something of a professor, although I'm not exactly in charge there. If there is anything I can help you two with... let me know. I still need to find some pokemon in these woods however. Would you help me?"

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Jan 7 11 8:04 AM

((OOC: My guy's done "reading" for a while, trust me. And I'll definately tone it down the next time it's used.))

Cray stood silently for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, I'll help - I'm not doing anything right now . . . "

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Jan 7 11 12:31 PM

"I geuss I'll go to." Xenon said grudgingly. He really wasn't used to this whole 'conversation' thing.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

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Jan 8 11 2:15 PM

Damien walked out of Decorus Woods as the trio walked back toward Anchore and the lab. "Hey guys," he said, waving a casual hand at them. "Mind if I tag along?" he asked. He jabbed a thumb at the forest. "I've been in there for WAY too long, and I need to restock, regroup, and then return to Bastion City." He nodded at the two newbie trainers. "You guys mind a third person in the group?" he asked.

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Aaron turned to Damien and paused before recognizing the trainer, "Damien! It's been a while. Pleased to see you again. These two newcomers are gonna come with me on a 'field trip' of sorts." Aaron sighed and looked at his Pokédex and some notebooks before turning to the group.

"Okay everyone, listen up, I need you to help me gather up the following Pokémon for the lab. We've been running low on random starters and I can use your help! Rule of thumb, you can help each other out any way you like, but you each have a quota and specific Pokémon to search for. Use your heads, every Pokémon is different, so studying them is key. NO MIND TRICKS. It's dangerous to the Pokémon and even possibly the trainer if he gets information he does not understand. Only under dire circumstances, in example, you or a Pokémon is going to be hurt, may you break rules in these woods. It is important to respect the creatures you are dealing with. Also, do not venture off too far on your own. Be very cautious. Finally, to you two," Aaron paused before handing Xenon and Cray brand new Pokédexes, "This is a research trip. These are Pokédexes. These are programed with a map, a phone, and even an encyclopedia of Pokémon. The Pokémon you see today, and as it were, it's almost evening too, are to be thoroughly recorded. Do not lose these Pokédexes, and do not fail to record the data of Pokémon you see tonight in them. Understood? I will want these back so I can record the information in my notes, so do not leave with them."

He then turned to Damien again, and handed him a set of Pokéballs, potions, and other miscellaneous items.

"Damien, I need you to act in charge tonight, so divvy up those items as you see fit. Although it's everyones mission to record Pokémon, it's also everyones mission to catch the ones I specifically need. So please keep that in mind and take care of the others. Your quota tonight, gentlemen:"

With that, he handed them some papers he had been writing up the entire time, each labeled with various Pokémon that Aaron needed captured by the end of the night.

Xenon's was:

Ledyba
Kolibrisk
Bellsprout
Bricket
Midgellet

Cray's was:

Lunarvae
Oddish
Taillow
Paras
Chipen

Damien had a short list, it said in two words:

20 Plumpkin

Then Aaron handed Cray, who was the only one without his own Pokémon, his Nevermore. And the group was dismissed.

((Note: Xer0, Nevermore is just a loan, so your random starter comes when you get to the lab, alright?))

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Damien looked at his list, smiling slightly but also shaking his head. "Ugh... That's so many. Has anyone even gotten a Plumpkin as a starter before?" he said. He looked at the small sack of Pokéballs, labeled "POKÉBALLS 50 ct." and turned to Cray and Xenon. "Okay, so I'm going to give you both ten Pokéballs in case you fail a couple times." He also looked at the other items Aaron had given him. There were a few Potions, as well as an assortment of Berries. He handed each of them a Potion, as well as two Oran Berries and a Lum Berry. "Be sure not to waste these supplies; I don't think Aaron's research budget allows for it," Damien warned. He released Jack, his own Plumpkin, and smiled. "I'm going to follow Jack here to get my list done faster. You both should consider listening to your Pokémon for advice as well." And with that, Damien seemed to melt into the forest.

Jack toddled forward on his leaf-like feet, his inner glow eerie against the twilight imposed on the pair by the overgrown trees. Just to help out, Damien let out Raven as well, who cawed lightly, then perched on Damien's shoulder. As they walked through the forest, Jacks glow seemed to be attracting attention. Twice, Damien had to shoo away Ledyba who'd been entranced by the light. Third time was, as the saying goes, the charm, as a fellow Plumpkin waddled into the clearing in order to investigate the light. Damien smiled, and Jack giggled, as they're quarry entered their line of sight.

"Hi there, little guy!" Damien said. Raven took flight, and Damien got out a Pokéball. "Hope you're ready to come with me," he said, and Raven dove in with a Peck attack. It caught the Plumpkin off-guard, and it sat there dazed as Damien walked closer. Tossing the Pokéball, it popped open and the Plumpkin disappeared in a flash of red light. The ball shook a few times, but then it went still and Damien picked it up. "One down, nineteen to go."

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Jan 10 11 4:48 AM

Xenon accepted the supplies from both Aaron and Damien. He then slipped away from the group. Xenon blew a silent sigh of relief. He wanted to continue looking for that . . . presence, and better yet, mostly alone. He examined his list, and took off, Misdreavus bobbing by his side. "Why are there so many people in the woods today!" He fumed to his Pokémon when he was out of earshot of the others. Looking back at his list, Xenon decided it would be best to look for the nocturnal ones, Bricket and Midgellet. They would be groggy and sleepy right now, and would be weaker. He had to refrain from using his "mind tricks" as Aaron had called them. However, he still felt the presence he had been looking for so desperately gnawing on his conscious. He tried his best to ignore it until this task was done.

Hearing a small chirp, followed by another. Well, not really a chirp as a grating noise. But Xenon's Pokédex recognized it as the chirp of a Bricket adn filled Xenon in on all of it's details and habits. It was apparently a weak specimen, as the device told him. Xenon continued on towards the grinding chirp. When the noise seemed loudest, Xenon looked around, confused on more levels than one. He wasn't used to not using his powers to find things. So, Xenon finally gave in and briefly searched for a conscious. He found one quickly, and leaped at the area, Misdreavus floating near him. "Briii! Briccccc!" The rock bug chirped loudly. "Misdreavus! Psywave the thing!" Xenon shouted at his companion. The ghost began to glow, and a multicolored beam of light radiated from her crystal necklace. It shot at the small bit of Bricket that wasn't being strangled by Xenon, making the air around it almost burn with heat. Bricket chirped in pain. Yeah, right. No Pokémon would get hurt. Xenon thought sarcastically while digging through for the gifted Pokéballs. He lazily flicked one at Bricket. It was absorbed as red energy. The ball wobbled back and forth, and clicked. Xenon picked it up and started again, crossing out the word "Bricket" on his list.

However, before Xenon could find a Midgellet, he saw a yellow blur and a glittering trail. He walked towards the floating glitter, intrigued. When he touched the mysterious thing, however, it disappeared, but not before shocking Xenon. The yellow blur appeared again, barely slowing down to glance at Xenon. He made out a beak and small talons before it continued on its way, with the electric trail behind it. Xenon pulled out his Pokédex. The machine told him it was a Kolibrisk, an Electric/Flying-type. It was also one of the creatures on his list. "Misdreavus, slow it down with a Growl." The phantom screeched a dreadful noise, causing the Kolibrisk to look around, confused. Misdreavus, knowing what to do next, screeched again, but now in a much whispier a tone, before screaming suddenly again. It was an Astonish. The bird stopped flapping for mere moments to cover its "ears", which obviously resulted in the thing falling. Xenon, putting his foot on one wing of the Kolibrisk, rummaged his bag for a Pokéball. However, the bird was not giving up without a fight, and so shot a jolt of thunder that split in two, shocking both Xenon and Misdreavus. Xenon jumped back, giving the bird enough time to get up and fly off. "Incessant creatures! Such annoyances!" Xenon shouted. Misdreavus, however, took off for the bird. Xenon, not wanting to waste his voice anymore with his shouting and complaining, sent her a mental message. Where are you going!? Xenon shouted with his mind. Misdreavus sent back a map as an answer, which showed the position of the Kolibrisk and of Misdreavus. Xenon understood. She was going to find that bird. Okay. Go ahead. Xenon sent.

Xenon continued on his task, and came upon a small vine hanging down from a tree. A red and black bug was crawling on it. He pulled out his Pokédex, which took longer to scan the creatures than it had before. When it was finished, he saw the typical screen, displaying the bug, but there was also a 'down' button. He pressed the screen, and it switched from the bug to a spindly Pokémon with vines for arms and a flower for a head. A Bellsprout. And the bug was a Ledyba. Two more for the list. And then, as if on cue, the mental map suddenly flashed back in his head. However, this time, Misdreavus and Kolibrisk were much closer. In fact, it appeared as if they were mere feet away from him. Then, when the map disappeared, he saw that they were. Kolibrisk had buzzed over to the Bellsprout and Ledyba. It pulled the vine-arm of Bellsprout out of the tree, and they tumbled to the ground. The Bellsprout and Ledyba began to feud with the Kolibrisk, and then attack it. The bird fainted quickly. Xenon, seizing the oppurtunity, tossed a Pokéball at the bird, and caught it. However, this enraged the already fuming Bellsprout and Ledyba, who chirped annoyingly, which awoke a late-sleeping Midgellet. The three, forming a brief truce, began to attack Misdreavus and Xenon. Not being able to reach Kolibrisk's ball and not knowing - or caring about - Bricket's moves, they were to fend for themselves. Xenon, breaking the rules once again of no magic or psychic powers, he formed a Pokémon he was quite fond of back in Sinnoh. A Rotom. He got the matter by disassembling a nearby shrub and reconstructing it in the shape of Rotom. It was more or less useless, but could be used as a battering ram and a shield. Xenon realized the horrible truth.

It was three against one and a half. And then a useless flesh bag.

I am an artist, although a pathetic one. Check out my fakemon, Zelda, Harry Potter, and other types of art on my dA profile, found here: http://euclidofthexenons.deviantart.com/

I read for fun and entertainment, not because I have to. When bored, I flip through a dictionary. I hope to write a 300+ page novel one day, and have gathered several ideas.

I play Pokemon for fun and for inspiration. Not to trade with unfamiliar people or battle them over the Internet.

Celebrate, ~~peasant,~~ as the ~~beginning~~ end of my ~~pathetic~~ epic post has been ~~started~~ reached.

Last Edited By: greek freak Jan 10 11 4:50 AM. Edited 1 times.

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Jan 10 11 3:19 PM

((OOC: @DZ: Darn, that Nevermore would have fit him perfectly. I would've named it Edgar :'(

@GF: Um, you sure that Rotum thing isn't a bit OP'd?))

"Fine, then," Cray said, smiling in earnest. For a short time, he forgot about his problems; after all, the Magneton was out of sight and out of mind. It was about time he had some fun, after all. Just a normal Trainer quest for once. Looking at his Nevermore and nodding silently, Pasado set off from the clearing and into the darkness of the Woods.

While from the clearing the forest had seemed timid, Cray soon learned that this false impression didn't hold up to the truth; sunlight was muted by the high-hanging canopy, malignant roots stood up over the gravely path he was taking, and many plants were actually actively attacking him. Needless to say, his good mood didn't last.

He had never been a fan of Grass types, but this was ridiculous. He actually attempted to grapple a Bellsprout out of a tree hollow after it Vine Whipped his face, but missed by a few centimeters. From afar, Pasado could here various natural fighting taking place - distracting him more than he would admit, even seeing a faraway explosion of some sort - a Seedot Self-Destructing? Moving on, he was tripped by a camouflaged Slakoth lying on the forest's padded floor, and only just kept himself from falling. Various cacoon pokemon were hung from Strings and nearly knocked into his face several times, in addition to everything else. Almost directly after, a Paras scuttled out and Scratched his ankle-high socks, not exactly improving his mood -

Wait, a Paras? Okay, that did improve his mood.

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Half an hour, thirteen Plumpkins, and many trips and stumbles later, Damien decided to sit down. It was a stump, but whatever had felled the mighty tree so long ago had already begun to be undone; mosses and ivy were climbing over the stump and returning it to the forest. Damien leaned back and closed his eyes. The sheer power and tranquility of the forest around him was entrancing. Then he felt it. As clichéd as it sounded, he would say he felt a disturbance in the force. A ripple in time as everything in the forest seemed to stand still. He didn't dare open his eyes to check out the area, but when the feeling passed, he opened his eyes, and it seemed like everything in the forest was greener and more overgrown than before. He checked his Pokédex, but it was still only a little after sunset on the same day. He sighed, picked up his pack, and kept moving. "No rest for the wicked..." he muttered.

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