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Of the three rooms, only the bathroom itself appeared used. It was a rather nice bathroom, clean and well kept, various fancy looking soaps arranged neatly on shelves. Nothing about it appeared very unusual and there didn't seem to be signs of anything strange. At first glance, the storage room...

"Golden King huh? Sounds like some pretty serious crap." Her mouth shifted to a scowl. "Seems like whoever is doing this is trying to cause as much confusion and chaos as possible, that's for sure." She swirled her drink absentmindedly, staring into it as if it held the answers to the mystery...

Clink lay in their bed in the living room, resting, sleeping peacefully. Xavian sat on the couch beside them, eyes glued to a book they were reading, attention utterly focused on it. "The Myths that Define Us: Mythical Pokemon their Roles" read the title. The living room itself appeared plain...

Hazel had indeed found herself an old storage room, mostly unused - a few assorted odds and ends like lightbulbs and cleaning supplies. A perfect spot for recon. The sensation that returned was that of two minds - a human one, and a pokemon one. Likely Xavian, and judging by the distinct...

Lourine waited until Azar returned a few moments later. She made eye contact and he nodded his head. "Okay I think its safe to talk." she spoke in a low voice, leaning a little closer. I haven't got much though." she drummed her fingers on the tabletop. "Just a theory. Azar keeps picking up a...

"Clink is good. And i am glad to hear Shaymin could help them. Orzo is... hard. I have met them a few times. I cannot read them very well. I think they are nice." A hesitation. Consideration. "but nice is not always good. I am unsure, though it is hard to imagine a mythical having ill will. We...

Lourine glanced over at them, her gaze casual, yet evaluating. "Ah, you lot," she said in greeting. By her side, her houndoom. Azar, woofed softly in greeting to the two pokemon. "I might, why?" She made a small hand motion, and Azar sniffed the air, before taking a moment to pace around...

Marshadow let his power flare for a moment, his helm crackling with energy. "This will be worth it," he said. It was, perhaps, the best comfort he could give for now. He wished he could say more. But perhaps words from him could not lift the weight they believed they carried. The stain they were...

The Salandit tracks moved in erratic patterns, looping and zigzagging and crisscrossing in absolutely nonsensical ways. And it had worked, it seemed for a little bit. There was evidence that kidnapper had tried to launch some kind of projectile attacks, which he'd managed to dodge at least a few...

Marshadow remained silent for a time, simply watching. These humans carried a deep pain. He felt a lingering piece of it, even now. It was an alien sensation, such a human thing, lingering on the tragedy of the past. And now something he carried. "it is fine not to be fine." The words felt...

GWWAAOOORRRR! The earth shook and an orange glow pulsed from deeper within the tunnel. The tunnel suddenly felt much hottewr than before, almost oppressively. Then a sound like a drumroll - no, rapid footsteps. Something was charging down towards them, fast. Everything shook and then - With a...

Marshadow gave a nod in acknowledgement, then melted into the shadows. The room seemed to brighten slightly the the chill in the air lifted. A pair of eyes emerged in each of their shadows. The air grew still, unnaturally so. Then it felt as if a hand of ice seized their hearts for a moment...

A scattered set of tracks peppered the area, giving the impression that Sigmin and Salandit had been trying to dodge attacks. However, following the direction of the tracks, they soon split off unexpectedly. One set, the Salandit's, broke off to the left. Sigmin's tracks jerked sharply towards a...

"yes... Memories are linked with aura. They are a part of aura the way leaves are a part of a plant." Marshadow stared at the ancient creature, then at Odette, and back at Odile. "This process may affect you. Your auras are... meshed. They bleed into each other." There was, for a moment, the...

After a long pause, Diancie nodded slightly. "Jack. You are correct. The answer is nothing. Continue to remember in life that friends and your character are what you take with you. Nothing physical." Diancie then approached the downtrodden Seb. "Seb. Sometimes the answers to a problem is both...

"I am the one known as Marshadow. Soul keeper and shadow walker." The voice whispered, echoing off the walls. "If you desire my help you must first give something." "Yes. I... steal aura to grow stronger." A note of hesitancy entered the voice's tone. Almost as if it was afraid to reveal the...

"Violet!" Cresselia tried to call a warning, but it was too late. Violet was drawn in by her memories, lost in them. Cresselia could only watch as the scene unfolded before her, a terrible vision of the past - Somewhere above, the serpent gave another chilling cry. Anger flickered in Cresselia...

Diancie gave a sympathetic smile. "Your friend is right," she said gently. "The key to overcoming adversity is perseverance." And she said nothing more.

The deeper into the dream Violet floated, the more the landscape changed. The clouds dimmed, and the skies began to shift, first from pastel pinks and purples to deeper purples, darker... darker. Reds began to worm into the air and Cresselia tensed as she followed Violet. Scarlet lightning...

"With time, comes many experiences," Cresselia said simply. "I trust you will use this well," she said, offering a smile as she gazed kindly at her. "Very well. It would be my pleasure to assist any good trainer." She drifted towards Violet, and touched the tip of her snout to her head. A...