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Rahjet

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Aug 23 12 11:05 AM

The story-telling and conversation continued too long for Sampson's comfort. There was just something he could not shake about this old lady. He rudely interrupted the conversation and took Delilah beside to tell her this. She conceded and told Shada that they regretfully had to head out. During the elapsed time, Sampson had recalled that he had seen a trading machine in the PKMN Center in Bastion. He began heading that direction immediately after leaving, which confused both Delilah and Shada. Both of whom had thought that the duo was going to travel immediately to Askorun as fast as humanly possible.

Delilah brought the subject of their destination up during the hike back to Bastion. Sampson told her his intentions regarding Alphabot, to which she responded with a gasp and a look of disgust. The young man was blindsided by how offended she was. Apparently, such an objective without first consulting your traveling companion was selfish and inconsiderate. It was at this moment that Sampson had to essentially use the move Crunch on his tongue not to bring up how much he disliked every meeting with the old woman and how their visits to her abode always seemed to draw on endlessly. Nevertheless he apologized to the vehement young woman for his actions in such a vein. It would be approximately 45 minutes of silence for the duration of their trip to Bastion...

Once they arrived at the PKMN Center, Sampson and Delilah began asking around for people willing to do a quick trade and trade-back. No luck. Two hours of this persisted. Eventually, the two got desperate as it was approaching 11:00 p.m. They started offering money in exchange for the service, but no one would accept. The young man believed it was because the two had very little money to spare between them. Again no luck. Another hour persisted of this. Then, exactly at midnight a man in a fedora and trenchcoat approached the pair and said he was willing to do the service for no money. Sampson quickly stuck out his hand in order to shake on the deal. However, the man simply wagged his finger at this gesture.

"No money in exchange," he paused emphatically and then continued, "but a small favor is required before we can do this. Do you still accept my terms?" Sampson nodded that he did. "Good, follow me, then."

Little did the two know what they were getting themselves into; for up to now, they had almost no knowledge of the seedy underbelly of Bastion's facade of a utopian society...

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Rahjet

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Jan 27 13 12:02 PM

"So, sir," Sampson began, "What exactly are we doing? Also," he added, "What should we call you? That is to say, your name.." At this point the young man decided to cut off his awkward babbling. Normally he was pretty gregarious and didn't mind conversing with people in the slightest. However, something about this man and the mysteries his appearance carried with him unsettled the trainer. This train of analytical thought was interrupted by the man's terse response, however.

"Young man, your objective will be revealed when we arrive at the designated rendezvous point. Until then, no more questions will be tolerated, as silence and subtlety is an absolute necessity. However, if you must consult with me, you may refer to me as 'Adlai'," instructed the fedora'ed man. At this point, Delilah's facial expressions, along with her tight grip on the back of Sampson's shirt, clearly illustrated that she shared in the young man's sense of unease.

On and on they walked, it seemed like more than four miles but after deeper thought, Sampson deciphered that their path had been--most likely intentionally--circular en route. The march finally ended when the group approached a brick building with boarded up windows and no light shining from within the place. Sketchy, thought the traveling duo simultaneously, unbeknownst to each other. Before they had time to ask the mysterious Adlai about the place, he barged right on in through the door. Sampson and Delilah had one of two options to choose between: they could either leave now and try to backtrack their way out of the city and its newly revealed seedy underbelly, or they could follow this mysterious man into the clearly suspicious building at a time of night known particularly for the common occurrence of criminal activity. Not a great selection of choices here, debated the young man within himself.

Realizing that their suspicious guide had taken them on a route that essentially eliminated their option of leaving, Sampson took Delilah by the hand and led her into the seemingly abandoned building to look for Adlai...

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Feb 12 13 8:26 PM

When they entered the building, the sight that lay before them was not one they could have mentally prepared for, though it was one they probably should have at least vaguely expected. Adlai was surprisingly easy to find, however, due to the man's distinct style of dress.

He actually was in the midst of a group of similarly-clad men all chatting with animated gestures and slightly angry tones of voice. When the man had seen his two newfound compatriots, he ceased conversation with the group and came over to the pair to discuss their purpose here.

"This, my young friends, is an event we in my line of work refer to as a Competitor's Circuit. That is, to say, a battling tournament that is somewhat less sanctioned than the daylight trainer and Gym battles you've come to know so well. Thing is, you's got more at stake here than normal. Now, I agreed to help you out by doing a friendly trade for your Alphabot to evolve, capiche? That's rhetorical; don't answer. Now what you's gotta do for me to earn this favor is win me some dough by winnin' this here event."

At the end of this description, Sampson was, needless to say, a bit dumbfounded by what he had unfortunately gotten himself involved in doing. Full on gambling, that I'm directly involved in? How do you do this to yourself, Sampson? HOW? It was then that a thought crossed the trainer's mind, "What happens if I don't win?" He asked his, for lack of a better word, sponsor.

"You's earn yourselves some enemies that you don't want, capiche? Again, rhetorical," responded Adlai in a rather humorless manner.

During the next few moments, Sampson was discussing his situation with Delilah, who wanted no part in this particular venture. Mid-sentence, from across the room, Sampson's gaze lighted on a face he hadn't seen in quite a while. One whose image he hadn't been expecting so much as mentally gnawing on over the elapsed time.

Under his breath, the young man grunted out the phrase, "--Arny," before walking away from his female companion to his sponsor to confirm his participation, on one condition, "I get to battle that rascally looking guy in the corner, and I need you to tell me about him."

To his surprise, Adlai chuckled before replying, "Really, you want to mess with that guy, hunh... You' funeral, bud. Anyt'ing I say to you's here, you didn't hear it from me, capiche?......." The sponsor then went on for a few minutes about the aforementioned rascal in the corner, resulting in a firm handshake between him and his sponsored competitor.

When he walked back over to where she was, Delilah queried, "What'd he tell you, Sam?"

Tersely, he replied, "Don't call me that. And I'll tell you later, when it's appropriate to discuss." He strolled over to the Circuit event's quarters for its battlers, awaiting his turn for the first round.

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Feb 13 13 3:35 PM

Several battles passed, each one more intense than the last. However, Sampson couldn't help but notice that the level of skill in this event was not quite up to his. Most of the trainers here would be no match for Calleo. And I managed to beat him, his thoughts encouraged him. These not as much as seeing Arny, that thief, as an opponent he might get to crush. Sampson still remembered his encounter with the young man and his Mandrilurk. He then remembered the multiple situations that the Super Potions Arny had stolen would have been very useful to him.

Despite all this what struck Sampson the most was something he had told no one yet, but realized about his fateful encounter that day. He hadn't even really allowed himself to think about it. Now was a time to focus on it as his inner fire. For when Arny had taken those potions from him, he had taken something else amongst the frenzy. Either by accident or out of interest, something very precious to Sampson had disappeared along with the mysterious youngster: a small fragment of stone engraved with ancient text that his father had called the Legend Rune. Sampson wanted this back. Badly.

Finally it was his turn to battle. With his internal fire of determination so well lit, he burned through the first round of the tournament, then the second and the third and so on. Then he reached the final round. Who stood across from him, you ask? None other than the nefarious Arny Benedict did. What was worse was that he didn't even seem to recognize Sampson. A nameless face among a sea of victims is all he had become in his enemy's eyes. But that was all about to change.

The commentator announced a rule change for the format of the final match of this Competitor's Circuit. Instead of the three member teams used so far, each trainer would only have one battler to use. Without hesitation, Sampson threw out Neo's Pokeball, releasing the Zangoose for the first time in the tournament, seeing as he hadn't even needed to use him in the earlier rounds. With a quickness almost equal to Sampson's own, his opponent cast out the device containing his Mandrilurk. Sampson chuckled.

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The battle ended, and Mandrilurk was called back into its Pokeball, defeated. It had been a short battle with one side so driven. Sampson went over to Arny, who immediately began to sweet talk the victor. However, when their hands clasped for a congratulatory handshake, Sampson pulled the young man in close and asked him bluntly, "Where is my father's rune, you dirty thief?" From there, Adlai came over with Delilah and proceeded to escort the three out of the building into a nearby alleyway. A heated interrogation of Arny began, who seemed angered by their topic of discussion. Apparently it was a deliberate grab when he took the Legend Rune.

After a few lost tempers and exchanges of yelling, Sampson made away with the information that the now sniveling trainer that had stolen from him had passed his findings on to his employers. It was now gone. He threw the thief's body against the building wall before walking away, fists clenched, with his sponsor and companion.

"I will find you and make you pay for this assault! Me, or my employers!" the whelp hollered desperately at the normally upbeat young man in sweatpants who walked away from him. Sampson spit on the ground in reply.

Delilah would ask later, "Is it like appropriate now for you to tell me, Sammy? And what was all that stuff at the end when he yelled about? ANSWER ME, come ooon."

After submitting to his urge to laugh at her nagging, but adorably asked, questions, Sampson did answer, "First off, enough with the nicknames. Secondly, that punk works for Team Shadow. The same ones who took us in that TM shop." Delilah halted entirely, her mouth agape. Sampson grabbed her by the arm and initiated her moving once more.

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Feb 13 13 3:38 PM

The traveling duo walked out of the Pokecenter. The only one that stayed open all night long in all of Bastion. They parted ways with their unfortunate associate after shaking hands and accepting a small cash reward from Adlai for their services. If nothing else, maybe their connection could bring them some credibility in Bombur's underworld. Although, it would most likely bring them misfortune should word of their involvement get back to the authorities.

"Ugh," sighed Sampson, "We have GOT to stop getting into situations with people like that. Are we magnets for baddies or something? I MEAN, SERIOUSLY!" Delilah comforted him and convinced him to send out his new partner, the physical evidence that some good came out of their experience here. So he did.

When the red light formed into a PKMN, there stood a proud machine, more than twice the height of its previous evolution. It no longer floated and cried out, Ssiiiigmmaaaa bo-ot. The trainer couldn't help but smile, as he now had two evolved PKMN on his team, meaning he traveled with a substantial amount of power under his command. This wasn't the only benefit, either. Due to the low level of most of the battlers he faced, his Niklus had gotten some serious training in and was near the level of his other partners now in power.

Somewhere in the distance, a PKMN crowed as the sun's light could be seen approaching with the dawn. "Well," Delilah began, "I guess since it's already tomorrow, we should just head to Askorun. Come on, Slowpoke!" She ran ahead a ways, forcing her male companion to do the same to catch up to her. Despite the dark trend of their experiences in the city, they couldn't help but enjoy each other's company. It wasn't long after they left that laughs and stories began exchanging from their lips once more as they headed onward to A New Horizon.

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Feb 13 13 5:24 PM

After they left the city, all they saw for miles was countryside, vegetation and more countryside. Apart from a few cottages that very sparsely dotted the landscape, there wasn't much of any sign of civilization to be seen. To break up the monotony, Sampson and Delilah engaged in a few skirmishes, until Delilah saw a PKMN nearby that she apparently had to have. Some clever battling occurred between her and the Normal-type PKMN she was battling, but the little bugger got away. She was heartbroken. The young man was able to convince her to continue anyway, saying there would be another somewhere.

She agreed reluctantly and they cantered along once more, occasionally training, when it was suddenly dark and they had not even made it to Grandis Forest yet. Setting up a quick excuse for a campsite, Sampson built and ignited a fire while Delilah gathered berries, canned foods and such to begin cooking. She really was becoming a fantastic cook, a skill she had refined over the two or so weeks of her travelling with the young man for whom she cooked now.

To the surprise of the pair, some time during their supper, a small brown blur rushed in and took a sip of the stew. Unfortunately for the scavenger, it was very hot and burnt the little thing's mouth. Maternal instinct kicking into full gear, the young lady jumped up to aide the poor creature when she stepped back suddenly.

"That's the PKMN from earlier," she exclaimed!

"Impossible," Sampson harrumphed in return, "What do you think the thing just followed us all this way?"

"Yes. I do. You know why? Because it has that same little beauty mark on its left cheek that it had last time! I think I would remember that, Mr. Smartypants," she sarcastically retorted. Sure enough, the PKMN had a beauty mark on its left cheek. After checking his Dex, which told him that this was a Chubbunk, he found out that this was indeed an uncommon occurrence for them. Delilah proceeded to feed the little guy and care for its burn. The Chubbunk, after such coaxing, decided to reward the young woman by battling her once more.

She summoned forth Sylphyne and a few minutes later, her Pokeball was clicking shut and rolling one..two..three times aaaand BOOM! Delilah had caught herself a new friend in Chubbunk. That was enough excitement for the day for those two and they went to bad rather early, hoping to recover some of the sleep they had lost from the night before spent with Adlai.

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Feb 13 13 8:30 PM

When they awoke, it was already well into the morning, 10:07 a.m. according to Sampson's watch. After quickly packing up camp, they began their trek once more. It wasn't three hours before they had entered progressively thicker and thicker vegetation.

"You think we're in Grandis Forest yet?" questioned the female trainer. As if a cosmic sign, a Basigniom happened to hop past with it's sign displaying the words 'Grandis Forest' on it, accompanied by arrows pointing in a myriad of directions.

"That answer your question, chica?" rhetorically queried the young man whilst pointing to the sign PKMN. "You know," he began with an idea forming in his head, "I have a mind to do a little exploring while we're here. How about you?" She confessed to the selfsame urge and long story short, they ended up where she had wanted to go, a rockier portion of the forestlands. After searching for upwards of an hour, Delilah shrieked, to the surprise of her compatriot who ran to her rescue. All he found however was the young lady engaged in an intense embrace with an Aron, who despite the pressure seemed to be enjoying it. The little Rock and Steel-type fought the hug and hopped back, barking a challenge to her, which ended up fulfilling its purpose by forcing Delilah to call out Melodia. An exchange of attacks ensued and the Aron was put to sleep before being caught by the ecstatic trainer. Delilah, it seemed, had adopted a momentary cheerleader persona as she jumped up and down and cheered aloud.

Running over to Sampson, she hugged him and said, "This was the one I wanted, AAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" As they continued to another area of the forest, Sampson struggled to recover his hearing after the damage his fellow traveler had inflicted upon it.

The pair arrived at a part of the forestlands that had small brooks and streams running at inconsistent intervals throughout the region. It was at this point that Delilah wanted to go train with some wild PKMN, but Sampson didn't want to partake in that activity quite yet as he wasn't done satisfying his inner pioneer. So the two diverged, but set up their Dexes to lock on to each other's frequency as a sort of combination short-range radio-radar.

Walking along a nearby stream, Sampson came across multiple sets of footprints. Being a curious person, he couldn't help but throw the stone he was tossing carelessly into the nearby ravine before following the trail. After three hundred or so paces, the young man began to see the silhouettes of two groups of creatures, one clearly attacking the other with vicious intention. Hurrying over to see what was the matter, it became clear to him upon his approach. Evidently, a young Tempole had gotten itself trapped upstream and set upon by a group of hungry Arbok trying to capture themselves a meal. Being overpowered, it was only a matter of time until the poor creature sustained an injury that inhibited any possibility of escape. Just when it seemed like nothing else could be done, apparently the maternal instincts of a nearby Akela kicked in as it came to the baby amphibian's rescue and began fending off the two predators. A while later, Sampson happened to stumble on to the gradually more and more one-sided confrontation as the Akela's endurance dwindled.

The trainer ran over to the confrontation as his Zangoose, who was resting in its ball, was called out. One intimidating X-Scissor later, both of the Poison-type slithered off into the distance. Tired, Neo wanted to go back to his nap and returned to his ball. However, when Sampson turned around to confront and console the two victimized PKMN, the Akela growled lowly.

"Hey, hey now," the young man adopted a soothing tone, "I am not out to hurt y'all. I just want to make sure you're both okay." A bark erupted from the maw of the Normal and Ghost-type in spite of Sampson's best attempts. "Fine," he stated, "Let's do this, then. Ty, I need you here, buddy." Stepping back a distance, the trainer called out his weakest partner, Tyreisias the Niklus, so that even if he won he would inflict the least amount of damage possible.

The Akela lunged forward with a Bite but was too injured to do so in a quick manner. Ty easily dodged the attack. Then another. Then another after that. It was clear how tired the wolf PKMN was. Sampson decided to faint it to put it out of its struggle and relieve its stress. "Use Mount, Ty. Try to knock it down easy, though." A magical aura brought a glowing pink silhouette formed a horse-like figure underneath the mythical Magic-type. It proceeded to charge forward and knock the Akela back into a nearby group of bushes.

The Tempole wasn't nearly so opposed to a little help, being a more mild-mannered PKMN. It was more than happy to travel along with someone who could both protect and heal it. Sampson actually caught it in a Pokeball so that he could take care of it and more easily transport it back to camp with him. Seeing as he had plenty of Pokeballs and that it didn't have any young to protect of its own (evident in the way it protected a random young PKMN), Sampson decided to bring the Akela back with him too and threw a ball at it as well.

Later on, he used his modified Dex function to rendezvous with Delilah. They tried to get their bearings, ignoring the notoriously misleading Basigniom along the way, as they processed to Route D through the forest paths. They figured they were going the right way when the temperature began to drop rapidly and without warning. They put on clothes to protect themselves from colder weather. Unfortunately, neither traveler had what could be considered 'appropriate' attire for the white out that barraged them as they traversed Route D. No PKMN, people or really any discernible landmarks could be seen through the flurry. Had the pair not run directly into a building, they probably never would have known they were in town. However, once they did, Sampson's eyes turned upward and spied the blizzard lights of the town Pokecenter, where the two hunkered down until the storm blew over. In an effort to kill two birds with one stone, the two trainers asked the nurse on staff to take care of their injured companions for them, to which she gladly consented.

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Feb 14 13 5:10 PM

As they waited for the storm to pass, Delilah's friendly and talkative nature overwhelmed her as she began conversing with a nearby woman. Sampson didn't even notice her when they had walked in, but now that he examined her with a more devoted eye, he couldn't help but notice the rugged nature of her dress and demeanor. Now, judging by her conversation and facial expression, she was by no means an ornery lady. It was just as though she looked like she had a lot of experience.

Delilah knocked the back side of the young man's head, "Stop staring, numbskull! Anyway, like I was trying to tell you, this is Hillary. She says she's really familiar with this place and that the storm should blow over in a few hours or so." Well, despite this reassuring prophesy, the storm proved obstinate and lasted through the night, as did the conversation amongst the three. Many people were barricaded inside the Pokecenter due to its excellent heating and large amount of space for occupancy.

Sampson awoke with an excited heart because, as he looked outside, he saw a sight he was immensely grateful for: sunshine; sweet, sweet sunshine. This not only meant that they could exit the building, but, as it had been decided last night, their new acquaintance Hillary would guide them through town to the appropriate stores for supplies, even as far as the Ice Path, as an attempt to assuage the cruel greeting of her environment to the two travelers. When she had found out that the duo were trainers, the woman's excitement was evident. Apparently, not too many trainers make it out to this part of the region.

"Even less actually attempt the treacherous trek to the Gym Leader's abode," she told them. Determined to have them prepared, however, she saw to nearly everything Sampson could have thought of on his own. They visited a store for Fur Coats to keep warm; an insulated inflatable, tent; Pokeballs, Potions and status-recovery items; and she even took them to train their weaker and newer partners against some Ice-type PKMN of her own before they set out. The intensity of which allowed for two of Delilah's PKMN to evolve: her beloved Sylphyne-turned-Aphroma, Chanel, and her newly caught Chubbunk-turned-Limmunk, who she decided to name Grandis after the land in which she met him. Nicknaming her partner led her to feel that her Aron was left out, as well as Sampson's new companions. She chose, the admittedly adorable, name Snuggles for her Aron, and after fighting her off, Sampson had gotten to choose the monikers of his two new members. After some hard thought, he dubbed the Akela, Gaia, after the protective figure of Mother Earth in mythology and the Tempole, Theseus, after the heroic son of Poseidon and the sea.

When all this was done, and it was not yet midday, she escorted them through the outskirts of town--showing the pair the beautiful seaside as it lay mostly frozen over and glistening in the light--and to a bridge with a sign on its end. The simple, wooden sign merely said "Ice Path. Watch for ice." Hunh, thought the male trainer to himself, I guess they aren't very enthusiastic about this. Either that, or it's sarcasm because there's always ice. Oh well, it doesn't really matter either way.

His thoughts were interrupted as Delilah chimed in for the umpteenth time, "How do we get up this slippery slope, anyhow?"

Hillary smiled and pulled her hood down so it was easily seen, "Actually, one of the reasons I took it upon myself to guide you is for that very reason. You see, aspiring trainers, I am one of the recognized Hidden Machine Tutors of the Bombur region. Master of the art of performing the Fire-type move, Trailblaaaazzeee!!!" Sampson personally could have done without the theatrical explanation, but it seemed to please his female counterpart, who clapped giddily.

"So how is it done?" quizzed the young man, wanting to cut to the chase. The first thing was finding a PKMN from each person's team that could execute the move. Actually, Hillary prior to the selection had both trainers try to climb up the bridge's slope by themselves, to no avail. This test ended in hilarious, stumbling antics from the both of them, as well as a thudding fall by the normally proud male traveler. After this slight test, allowing the trainers to actually feel what they would go up against, Hillary had them send out each of their PKMN.

Delilah sent out Chanel, Melodia, Grandis and Snuggles. After inspection, Hillary was unsure of whether or not any of them could learn the move. At this point, Grandis piped in with an intense expression and gaze, punctuated by a fierce guttural noise of challenge. Faced with such raw determination, Hillary supposed it could be done, though she had never taught her art to a Limmunk before.

Then it was Sampson's turn. He summoned forth Neo, Icarus, Patroclus, Gaia, Theseus and finally Ty. When the Niklus was released from its ball, its trainer had to catch Hillary, who nearly fainted at the sight of something which she hadn't believed existed until the moment she made eye contact with it. Needless to say, she chose Ty as her pupil, probably in part to have interaction with such a rare PKMN.

As their instruction began, the young man whispered to his fellow trainer, "Is it really that uncommon to see one?" Delilah responded with a rather obnoxious 'Duh.' Shortly thereafter, that is to say before mid-afternoon, the trainers and their respective PKMN were ready to take on the slippery slope of the Ice Path. Before they departed, Hillary released a Wingull from a Pokeball at her hip and wrote a note that she tied to its leg. Then she sent off her dispatch with the PKMN, telling the two that word of their purpose will spread amongst those villagers who lived on the icebergs. That way they might be more welcoming or willing to assist the trainers in their journey.

A few moments later, the duo released their Trailblazeing companions and, in unison, shouted, "Ready, let's go, Trailblaze!" And with that declaration, fire erupted from the feet of Grandis, a sight a slim to few amount of people had ever witnessed. Simultaneously, the pink, magical silhouette of a steed formed beneath Niklus as its trainer joined on the back. Then, the silhouette's feet began to emit flame and the aura changed to a mix between the familiar magical pink and a fiery orange color. Both trainers raced up the slope, off into the icy landscape dotted with icebergs and connected by glistening frozen plains.

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Feb 14 13 6:16 PM

As they reached the highest point of the slope that lead up from the bridge, both trainers halted to gaze at the beautiful landscape. The peaks and valleys of the iced over landscape looked like a black and white filter on a photo of rolling plains overlaid with a subtle shimmer throughout. After taking in the scenery they restarted their PKMN's new mode of travel, which was surprisingly fast. No more than forty-five minutes later, they ran across a log cabin with smoke billowing out its chimney. In front of the cabin sat a man, a young boy and an unidentified figure. All of them were sitting, slightly hunched in front of some hole in the ice. Sampson and Delilah approached the three to ask for directions and hopefully establish some new acquaintances.

When they came within close proximity of the group, the man greeted them with a silent wave, while the boy got up and came to shake the strangers' hands. Meanwhile the third individual stood up and shrugged off the weather-resistant tarp draped over its shoulders and grunted lowly at the child. Apparently he was supposed to be silent. Suddenly this third individual had flames and cold mists begin dancing around its shoulders. Whoa, that's a PKMN?!?!?!? Sampson pulled his Dex out, which educated him on the fact that the figure that stood before him was, in fact, a calm and under control Glairnus. Although it looked ready to pounce and protect to the young man, who raised his hands in a non-threatening manner towards the group. The young boy shook hands with both of the trainers and introduced himself as Jake.

In return, the duo introduced themselves allowed and Sampson continued as to their purpose, "Excuse us for interrupting your activity here, but we are trainers, you see. As such, we are trying to find Maurice's Gym to battle him. However, we are unfamiliar with the area and cannot navigate the area well enough to do so in any relatively fast fashion. Do you think you could lend us some help?" As he asked this, the young boy went and sat back on his ice mound, grabbing a stick with a string and lowering it into the hole in the ice.

The man responded, "Well, Sampson. Delilah. It seems you've come across a bit of luck. There was a Wingull that flew through here just a short while ago with a message telling us you'd be coming. I would be glad to help but I have to continue ice-fishing. It's my livelihood after all," the travelers attitudes went sour for a moment before the man offered his consolation, "My wife, however, is inside and would be happy to give you directions to help you on your way." The two went inside and met the woman, who was reading while fish cooked on the stove. She was a very nice woman, good conversation and had an excellent knowledge of the surrounding topography. Her directions were actually very helpful.

After leaving the log cabin, the two trekked across the icy terrain for two hours or so, crossing the paths of several more cottages with helpful and willing people to aid in the duo's direction. Eventually, near the edge of the 'wastes' as this portion of terrain was called, they came across an unusually tall iceberg. The directions they had been given dictated that an abnormally tall iceberg was the location where Maurice and his Gym were. Fortunately both trainers had been resting their partners who were able to use Trailblaze. They would have to use the technique to climb the steep slope of this icy tower.

Even with the aide of their new technique, it took a solid twenty minutes just to scale the icy monolith. When they finally reached the top, both trainers used Potions to restore the vitality of their partners before returning them. Then, when the pair turned around, Sampson and Delilah laid their eyes on a beautiful log cabin, perched upon an obviously artificial flat surface at the iceberg's summit. The view from this height was incredible. They could even see the red roof of the Pokecenter in the distance. In a strange reversing of roles, Delilah became the eager one and grabbed her male companion by the arm, dragging him to the cabin's visible entrance.

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As they knocked on the door repeatedly, no one came to the door. There was no noise whatsoever coming from the other side. There was no smoke coming from the chimney. There was no light from any lanterns. There was no visible sign of life or occupancy in the house. So Sampson opened the door, which happened to be unlocked. When they went inside, the place looked no more lived in that they had believed. It was rather vacant. The only object of real note in the entire cabin was seen when they turned to walk back out of the door. There was a note nailed to it, which stated the following:

If you're looking for me, Maurice, I'm sorry. I no longer live in this dwelling. However, congratulations on reaching the halfway point of Ice Path. If you, traveler, truly desire to encounter the Gym Leader of the North, then you may traverse the second, more treacherous portion of Ice Path. This way, you may arrive at the location known as the true 'Askorun Wastes'. Here you may find me and test your mettle on the field of battle. Be wary and keep on truckin'!

Good Tidings,

Maurice

After finishing with reading the informative note, Sampson took a step back before a revelation hit him, and he screamed, "WE'VE ONLY GONE HALFWAY THROUGH THE DANG ICE PATH?!?!" This frustration vented, Delilah managed to calm him down as she convinced him to stay there for the night. This way they could be out of the deadly night's freeze before, in the morning, they traversed the slope back down to the lower elevation and icy plains.

As they left off from the skyscraping iceberg, the young man couldn't imagine the types of adventures he was going to be involving himself in.

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It wasn't too long before the duo reached their first obstacle: a cliff face that dropped off to a low-lying layer of ice. To make things worse, the place was crawling with two distinct herds of PKMN, Ramfrio and Bolshoyak. Among these large groups there were small smatterings of other species. Unlike the slopes of previous parts of the Ice Path, there was nothing smooth about this drop off. It was jagged and rocky in places. In order to advance any further, the duo would have to scale it. Then, once arriving at its bottom, they would have to navigate through the maze of PKMN, some of them territorial in nature. If they could do this with only having to endure a few battles, they would be considered fortunate.

As they began the climb down, Sampson went first. That way if, God forbid, the young lady fell he would be in an excellent position to catch her. The trek was tiring, exhausting even. The cliff face plummeted almost 150 feet down to the flat below.

A few minutes in, the male half of the pair piped up with a joke, "Sure would be nice to have a partner with Rock Climb, wouldn't it?"

The female laughed and retorted, "How about one that could use Fly? That sounds heavenly to this chica right about.. now." They shared a chortle with each other before continuing down. Only minutes later, the oh-so-sturdy base placed his foot into a foothold with enough force to jar the supporting rock loose, causing him to slip and dangle from his two handholds. Delilah panicked, shrieked and hurried down to see if she could help him regain his footing. When she got down there, however, the trainer was far too frazzled to be of any assistance. As a matter of fact, when she began reaching for her companion's foot, she made him lose further balance and grip. Shortly after, he dropped, grabbing desperately for some sort of hold as he fell, to no avail. As he neared the bottom, a particularly thickly-furred Bolshoyak meandered over to the cliff edge, seeking to graze on a lonesome shrub sticking out of the wintry surface. When it came time for Sampson to finish falling the 15 or so feet left in his climb down, he came crashing down on a ball of soft fur instead of the cold, unforgiving ice. Grabbing his head after the fall, he rolled off of the furry cattle-like creature, thanking his good fortune. When Delilah arrived at the cliff's bottom, she embraced him before angry cries could be heard from the flat behind them.

Turning around, Delilah's words expressed what Sampson's eyes beheld, "Aw, crap. Sammy! We pissed off the herd!"

Her male companion acknowledged what they should do when he pulled four Pokeballs from his belt and said, "Well we better fight back then." Following in her partner's footsteps, the young woman pulled out her Pokeballs and called forth her PKMN. After fighting the initial wave off, the group was able to press forward across the plain. Then, a secondary group of Bolshoyak attacked. This group was considerably smaller than the previous one, but the specimens among it were huge and muscular-looking. "Must be the bulls of the herd," speculated Sampson before having Neo launch an X-Scissor to open a hole in their line. Eventually they made it to the point where the Ramfrios' territory bounded the Bolshoyaks'. Here they were able to force some less intelligent of the Bolshoyak into instigating a boundary war amongst the two herds. A diversion such as this was a perfect opportunity for escape. And escape they did, right out of sight of the two herds and the fiasco that they brought with them.

After such exertion, the group had to rest for a few hours. While everyone else slept, however, Sampson vigilantly stood watch just in case the herds came back or another threat reared its ugly head. Maurice DID say it was more treacherous than before, he thought retrospectively, he could not have been more correct by what we've seen so far. I can't believe I fell off that cliff, though. AND in front of Delilah! Come on, man!--... His thoughts continued to drift as his eyes wandered around the temporary campsite, until they lighted upon an object that brought him hope and joy all at once: a bridge. A manmade structure! A sign of civilization! A sign of progress! Surely Maurice was only a stone's throw away from where they lay resting now. Or so they hoped..

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Feb 15 13 3:39 AM

Sampson woke up everyone, healed some of his PKMN and inspected all of them. When looking everyone over, he noticed that Icarus seemed miserable from the cold weather.

Apparently the young woman noticed this fact as well, evidenced by the way she spoke up on the matter, "Hey, you know, Sam-O, you could always use that Personal Storage feature on your Dex. It lets you send and exchange PKMN from the PC boxes anywhere, as long as you have your Dex with you." Thinking that it sounded like an excellent idea, Sampson asked her to show him how to manipulate the function. She instructed him and before they knew it, the two had said their goodbyes for now to the little hummingbird PKMN and sent it on its way.

"Hey," Sampson began, "Did you call me a nickname before? Oh well nevermind. Just don't do that again, D. Leave the nicknaming to me, all right? Anyway, now that I've made Icarus a little more comfortable, I can catch an Ice-type PKMN for more versatility in different climate regions." His companion nodded her head in understanding as they approached the bridge. Crossing the bridge itself was quite the ordeal. The thing was antiquated, unsafe, vulnerable to the wind, shaky, shoddy, run-down, creaky and missing some planks altogether. Needless to say, the traveling trainers were relieved to reach the other side in one piece.

As though the universe was playing a cruel joke, only a few steps after crossing the rickety-ramshackle bridge, the duo was set upon by several Mastophon unused to the company of humans trespassing in their territory. The mammalian brutes pushed the group back while, strangely enough, a small white and blue figure appeared among their line. Sampson subtly pushed the scan button on his Dex, which told him that it was a rare PKMN called Snerpent, typed part-Ice, part-Dragon. Sampson couldn't resist the opportunity to catch such a rarity, after all, that's part of what Pioneers like his father did. After taking a glance at the ground below the bridge, Sampson noticed all he could see was an obscuring, icy haze that hid anything more than five feet or so below the bridge itself. Deciding to take a chance, he pressed forward into the personal space of the encroaching Mastodon to grab the little bugger.

This plan both succeeded and backfired. Sampson succeeded in grabbing the curious Snerpent, but enraged the Mastodon to the point where they pushed himself as he held the baby ice dragon and Delilah over the precipice's edge into the icy haze.

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A giant orange blur through the mist sped past. It was barely visible, but as it swept past, great warmth and hot sparks swept through the cold air. The next thing the duo realized, they had landed on a large hairy orange thing with wings. As it looped through the air, it sparked again, and cried out:

HSSSRONA! It was a giant burning moth....

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"What the--," began Sampson, completely taken aback by the surprise rescue. Delilah, on the other hand, had a slightly different reaction, which was to turn to the former assaulting Mastodons and make silly faces at them in an attempt at spite.

"Would you quit being so ridiculous," he asked of her in a manner that could be more easily categorized as imploring than interrogative. "Also, help me figure out what in the world is going on here!!!" The young trainer was apparently a little upset at his circumstances. To be fair, he had had a long few weeks.

At that moment, the Volcarona began heading toward a group of nearby icebergs.

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The Volcarona swept around and dropped the two down at a cliff, before sweeping off again. Upon examination of the cliff they were on, they realized quickly the only way off was a steep drop into dark water. Unsure what to do, they stayed away from the edge - Mastophon's distant trumpets in anger just barely visible on the other side. Oh and some dark figure as well.

A red flame shot across the distant field as Volcarona rejoined the fight, however, more trumpeting - the recognizable cry of a Mamoswine, soon joined in. Volcarona quickly wreathed itself in flames to hold its foes back, while the dark figure, barely illuminated, emitted a white light, and another dark figure emerged.

Almost immediately, the two great ice giants quieted, and wandered off, almost humbled, and completely calm, into the mist in separate directions. The dark figure recalled the smaller unknown figure, in a jet of red light, before hopping on the Volcarona and seemingly flying off... Although not before a large jet of flame hurtled down and hit the side of the iceberg, sending huge amounts of ice, snow and water crashing down on the trainers to their dismay.

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"Heeeeyyyy," screamed the trainers at their mysterious savior, "Who are you? Where are you going? We want to thank you!" The unknown figure seemingly continued flying further away while the two were left to ponder their thoughts and attempt to dry themselves when Delilah was hit by a realization.

"Wait! We can't get off of this thing! HEEELLLLPPP!!!!" as she panicked, it was all Sampson could do to calm himself down. Strangely enough, the Snerpent he had just captured broke out of its Pokeball at the sound of the female's cry of desperation. It immediately went over to her and gave her a hug, which made her shiver and reflexively throw the little ice dragon off. "That was freezing, and you're not funny for making it happen!"

Oh great, Sampson internally sighed, now she's turning to anger. We are gonna get vented at so hard.. Get back here, you instigator. He reached out to pull his new companion back to him. When his hands made contact for the first time with it, he had to actively devote all his willpower to not pulling away. In the name of all that is holy... You are cold as ice, little guy. Snerpent looked up at its trainer and redirected the attempts of its embrace to him. Sampson went into shock and let it happen, though many of the furs on his coat frosted over just from the short bodily interaction.

He managed to pry off the touchy-feely PKMN before addressing it, "You know what? We need a name for you, don't we? Well you know you hug insanely hard. So you're pretty strong, that's obvious... .. .. I've got it! Hercules, welcome to the team!" The Snerpent bristled its scales at the named, puffing up its chest to display pride in the moniker. "How about you stay outside your ball and hang out with us? You are the only one of our PKMN who can comfortably withstand this cold. Who knows, it might be awhile before that guy comes back to get us. Either that, or we have to hitch a ride from a seafaring PKMN." Delilah frowned at the mention of the latter option before plopping down and begging Sampson to inflate the tent. After ten or so minutes of argument, the tent was up and Sampson was exiled from it, along with his, as Delilah called it, "new nitroglycerine-skinned friend." All the while he looked up at the sky, trying to identify every passing cloud or shadow as the silhouette of their savior coming back around for them.

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The figure didn't return.

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Feb 16 13 1:33 AM

A few minutes elapsed, which turned to a half-hour and then forty five minutes before Sampson finally decided that he had had just about enough of the waiting plan. He woke up the sleeping beauty in the tent, who had bored herself into a blissful semi-coma after locking herself away in the inflatable shelter. After packing up camp, the duo decided to Trailblaze down a path that had been opened when the Volcarona with that enigma of a person sent dancing flames to rain down a slurry of sleet upon them.

Some minor traveling led them to the end of this path, which happened to take them to the iceberg's bottom. Here lay the real problem: this iceberg was surrounded by water. Additionally, the portion of Ice Path where they had been was elevated far above them, too high to climb.

Faced with a dilemma, Delilah perked up despite the blank slate of ideas in her male companion's mind, "Wait, our tent is inflatable right?" Sampson nodded, half-listening. She continued, "What if, we inflated the bottom section and used it as a raft?" The young man remarked that this was by far the best option they had, although as reckless as it was brilliant.

They set out, having Theseus make use of its Water Gun to propel them onward in the direction of the Wastes' extension. He was able to keep up this effort for intervals of thirty or so seconds at a time before getting tired, with increasingly longer periods of rest in between attempts. When it became clear that Theseus was waning, Sampson brought out Neo and, in a method most easily described as unconventional, had his partner use Copycat to spell the Tempole. From that point onward, the two took turns propelling the group until the young tadpole PKMN was unable to continue either the primary method or with utilizing the somewhat less effective tactic of Bubblebeam. It was evident that Neo was not adapted well enough to continue the effort on his own either.

They were stranded for several minutes, helpless against the will and waves of the surrounding, icy sea. Suddenly and with no warning, Hercules broke out of its Pokeball and looked at its owner, who sighed and saw no harm in the ice dragon's presence. Clearly it maintained enthusiasm for the outdoors, particularly when those outdoors were cold. Dipping itself into the water at the front of the makeshift raft, that water almost immediately turned to solid ice. A wave then hit them, but the raft didn't move very much in an unwanted direction. A tidal current cause them to scoot along the ice underneath the raft, actually. Then more water came into contact with the Snerpent, which froze the liquid once more. Eventually, a small platform of ice had formed in the path they had traveled.

Sampson had an idea. Some probably would've called it stupid or impossible, but he was just about out of options at this point in time. Delilah listened as he explained his bone-headed plan, but she went along with it regardless of the fact she was pretty sure it wouldn't work. Her Limmunk climbed out of its Pokeball and, as instructed, stepped onto the ice behind the raft, which was rapidly breaking up. The chipmunk PKMN then began to skate along the ice using Trailblaze, slowly at first, unsure of its footing. Eventually, the raft began to pick up speed and the direction was easier to alter, though it was painstaking still. In a few more moments, the duo laid eyes on a cave just a few feet above sea level in the wall of the elevated tundra. They headed there, hoping to get out of the difficult and non-navigable surf.

It took a few minutes to pack up the raft and restore the health of the tired PKMN before recalling them to their containers for more recovery. Neo refused to stay locked up, a sentiment shared by Hercules, who Sampson had come to begin calling Herc for short. The foursome then headed into the cave and out of the sunlight.

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Feb 16 13 6:43 AM

The group walked along the tunnel for some time, when they arrived at a larger, elongated-spheroidal room. At this point, Herc ran forward ahead of the group with decidedly excited purpose. Sampson felt obligated to hurry after his newest partner and chased him along the room's length until he saw a cave with claw markings and egg shells all over the place. The young man couldn't help but notice that the patterns on the shells matched the coloring of the Snerpent, who gazed around the room in a reminiscent fashion. The ice dragon even gestured to different places while looking at its trainer, seemingly trying to tell Sampson its memories from time past.

Sampson gathered the general idea, "So this is your home?" The little guy nodded in reply. "Then where is everybody?" At this second question, the Snerpent became dejected and slumped, making a low, sorrowful noise. It was then that the trainer remembered tales of the rarity of Snerpent and its evolutions. It is quite possible that the other members were poached for their skin and/or died off. Taking a note from the PKMN itself, Sampson walked over and embraced his compatriot, who returned the gesture, expressing its feelings through the touch. "Herc," the PKMN nodded in acknowledgement, "I hate to ask this, but you know your way around here don't you?" Again the cold-dweller nodded.

Sampson begged a favor from his small friend, "Could you.. lead us to the surface again? That is, if you really know these tunnels." One more nod and the Snerpent pulled back from its trainer, picked up its posture and marched off to the left of their current position. Through many twists and turns and uphill trudging along, the group progressed. Herc seemed remarkably confident in his sense of direction, which Sampson could not help but doubt from time to time.Still, he reminded himself, the little fella' is the best chance we have. Without him, we only have the option to travel blind. Just when Delilah was starting to feel tired, an end to the tunnel they currently hiked through could be seen. Light of great intensity shone through the opening, nearly blinding the two trainers and two PKMN who had been inside, at best, dimly lit tunnels for nearly two and one half hours.

When they reached the tunnel's exit, Sampson saw the iceberg they had been stranded on earlier in the distance, standing resolute and alone in the waning afternoon sun. Delilah tapped him on the shoulder, and as he turned, the young man's eyes fixed themselves upon an object that seemed to be no more than a quarter-mile away. Its outline was nearly unidentifiable from this distance, but one key thing made both trainers smile simultaneously: smoke rising up from the object. Herc, who had earned himself a reward, was encouraged to climb into its trainer's pack for the remaining distance, getting to enjoy a respite along with the view. As they neared the object in the distance, its outline made it look like the vacant cabin they had seen and stayed in on the iceberg the day before. Neo began to fidget and run in circles around its trainer and his companion. That's funny, the young man observed, he normally only does that when a battle is nearby. Wonder what's got him all riled up?

The duo walked up to the house and Sampson knocked with force upon the door, while Delilah crept to the window and yelled "Hello!" into it. When the male trainer knocked on the door, however, the strangest thing happened: the door just came ajar. Opened as it was, the group entered the abode as Sampson spoke, "Hello, we are two trainers looking for Maurice. Please tell us that this is the place; we just want a Gym battle!"

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To their surprise - the inside of the cabin swung to reveal not a hallway, but a deep icy tunnel into the bowels of the ice berg, a glittering icy path of icicles and sharp columns. The two looked at each other before stumbling their way inside, down and down the went, until at last the reached a glittering, dimly lit amphitheater carved entirely from the crystal, and measuring a good distance outward. At the very center, a glaring light shot from an unknown source, enveloping a steady, thudding stream of icy water. Sitting in the center, was a figure, cross legged, meditating calmly. In fact, perfectly still in the dim light.

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