Flarsable wrote:
((Well, this topic is dead. So it's time to enact that plan that's three days overdue that Coolsteph and I created. At least partially.))Sableye was right, and it didn't take long for the Pokemon to return to their Trainer. It's a good thing they did, because an odd event was about to unfold. A mysterious pink mist formed from nowhere and quickly expanded to fill the whole Gym. It left as soon as it came, and with it Seth and Steph disappeared, and the gym's other inhabitants couldn't seem to remember anyone by those two names in their lives...((So I might need some better roleplaying skills, because I haven't done it in months. Anyway, this amnesia mist only lasts until they see Steph and Seth again, but since they've been kidnapped that will be a little harder than you might imagine.))
(Technically, Cyrus did respond, but I understand your impatience,
Flarsable. We hope to meet up with and perhaps [definitely, in
Steph's case] join with Cyrus and Lumin's traveling party again, but
we won't be deliberately seeking them out.)
(Translated
Poké-speech---as Steph perceives it--- in brackets.)
"[What?]"
Sableye said as the pink mist floated towards him.
"Heruh?"
Steph muttered, puzzled. As it approached---faster and faster---we
tried to run away from it. It only increased its speed. She could
feel a peculiar tingling when the soft mist touched her, and
something like the faint, irregular vibration she could feel when a
strong Psychic-type attack was being used. It seemed to permeate her,
until she was numb and felt nothing but the tingling. She let out a
scream as the mist crept over her eyes.
-_-_-_-
Steph
had no idea how much time had passed since she was lifted---stolen
away and carried up---by seemingly psychic means. At first, she
couldn't shake off her feelings of terror and helplessness; nothing
like this had ever occurred to her. Even evil teams had never
directly attacked Trainers.
"I'm the Champion of Hoenn
and Sinnoh. I can deal with this," she reassured herself
aloud. To further soothe her nerves---for having Pokémon around made
her feel protected, powerful even---she dropped a hand to her Poké
Ball belt. Tiquail, Normgon, and Sableye's unfilled ball---but one of
them didn't feel right. It didn't seem to have the heft of a full
ball, and it should have. Steph felt panic. She grasped the ball in
her hand and moved a finger to the button to open it. But she didn't
open it---her memory provided the answer. Ariados.
The
toughest fighter she had, the most obedient, the most dependable, the
one she felt had the most potential---confiscated before she could
even use it in a real battle. The flower that never blooms is the
most beautiful, she thought, frustration and sadness weakly
clutching her throat.
"[Steph!]" Sableye squawked.
He scampered over to her. "[Do you know where we are?]"
"I
don't know, Sableye."
Steph looked around. There was
tasteful wallpaper of broad pink flowers---lotuses. A long pink
lounge couch with a huge lump on the far side was on one end, and a
glossy, classy-looking desk at the other. There was a poster of a
pinkish, stylized eye---resembling the children's card game symbol
for the Psychic type---on the wall. Beneath it were the words:
"Friends don't let friends suffer. Let's stick together and
enjoy a harmonious life!" Steph found it creepy.
The
lump on the couch made a sound. "Seth?" Steph guessed. She
walked over to investigate.
