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Darkrai nodded. "Very well." Pride filled his voice as he looked upon the assembled trainers. "I can see why Clink spoke so highly of all of you. Despite your different worlds and stories, you demonstrate the true hearts of trainers." "We will have an advantage. First, we will be prepared...

There was a tiniest hint of anger in Darkrai's eyes at the mention of Orzo. "Yes. I have become aware that Orzo is not who he claims." He spoke calmly, but it was clear he wasn't pleased in the slightest. "A traitor to everything we mythical pokemon stand for, and an abomination. But powerful as...

All around, a void. Distorted red and black shadows swirled around like a strange sky. Dotted about were jagged, dark islands of cold stone. It was upon one of these the group now found themselves. And there, looming before them, was Darkrai himself. Truly, here he appeared to embody...

Sand. Flygon stumbled and looked around. Before him lay a vast expanse of desert, a cloudless blue sky above and barely a wind stirring the air. Home? But then... he looked down, then all around. No sign of his hat or apron or any of his things. A tiny knot formed in his stomach. Swallowing it...

(CW: Violence, bloody imagery, death) Clink shook themself and blinked as they looked around. Odd. They were back in their own realm, their home. Surrounded by their keys, the familiar comfort of the soft pink sky and vibrant grass. Had the portal failed-? The thought seemed to dissolve as they...

...And the portal reached up and swallowed everyone. And for one brief moment, the sensation of falling, an endless void-

Clink nodded in understanding. Everyone was ready. They stilled the slight tremor of their keys and steadied themselves. It’ll be fine. Darkrai would help them. They could save the trainers, protect everyone and... Please be okay, Xavian. For a moment, the old swirl of thoughts resurfaced. How...

"Both," Clink replied firmly. "If we can put him to sleep, we can hopefully weaken him further by fighting him in the dream realm. There, he will be even more vulnerable. Cresselia would have a harder time because of his ghost-typing. Darkrai won't have any issues penetrating his mind."

Clink nodded. It drifted over to one of the many piles of keys, and fished one out (how it managed to know where to find them was a mystery. There was no organization it seemed...). It was bright silver in color, and the end of it almost looked like face, if you squinted. Clink floated over to...

Fry gave a furious hiss, jaws open wide and backing away. Why were they all turning on him? He'd wanted to find the real bad guy but... No! That crazy lady. She knew the truth. She knew what he was! He had to stop her. [[first of all what the heck?! Second all what? Third!! ... HAH! Not...

:coolbat: For starters, I enjoyed the piece overall. I was quite brutal but also felt very grave and very sudden. Dramatic. Things start ordinary, just a random trainer and his team hanging out, and suddenly everything hits the fan. The idea of a trainer verse pokemon 'dying' and getting...

[[AAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOO but also whats the frick!?!?! I feel like I've seen so many D1 town kills I can't believe it. dadgum jackie, luck of the draw. bless u Also apologies, that particular night I never had a chance to come back and reevaluate but things turned out ok so thats good. Okay so...

Clink quickly shook their head. "Deity? No no, nothing like that. I just keep the keys to the mythical pokemons homes safe. I don't have the special powers they do and I'm not very strong... I'm sure there's stronger Klefki out there." At Victoria's question, they nodded. "Darkrai is... he is...

Clink stared at the ground, still dazed, not responding for several moments. They carried themselves with a dejected air, head low. "I just... If I'd realized sooner..." They turned slowly to Mightyena and Aggron. "I can't believe I didn't see it util it was too late. I helped. I wanted to do...

The blow from Aggron actually knocked Heatran back several feet. "Oho!" His eyes sparkled with delight. "A tactical retreat? Clever." Although his words sounded like mere rumbles and growls to a human, there was a sense that he was impressed by Steven's quick thinking. Many times he ambushed...

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Fry considered everything carefully for some time. He still didn't agree with eliminating so early... But maybe there was some information to be gleaned. [[in the interest of being speedy im going ooc for this First... to be clear the 'all the time' is more flavor than purely accurate...

All the trainers and pokemon, plus a Klefki, tumbled out the other side of the portal into a wide, grassy expanse. A pink and orange sky hung overhead, cheerfully bright. The grass beneath them glowed an almost neon green, and all around lay piles and piles and piles of keys, hundreds of...

Unnoticeably, Orzo eyed the boy and his strange birds carefully... yet his smile and demeanor remained utterly affable, without any hint of deception. If there was something on his mind beyond 'those birds look weird' it was impossible to tell just what. Yet all the same, with the knowledge...

Hoopa seemed uncomfortable being in the presence of so many people, and kept themself pressed close to Wes as they glanced anxiously around. "Thank you," they mumbled quietly to Odette as she tended to him. "N-no. Not really," they said to Wes. "Heard about the legend of the Golden King before...