Poppin' Arms ~ Training Facility

[Cresselia92]

So, it was time to train for the battle that was to come! How many days did they have before the bubble dissipated, anyway? Golly, only Arceus knew, and he was busy attending to whatever plan he was crafting.

Icetales sighed and glanced at his dark paws, the glaring reminder of what he truly was — a daemon born from darkness.

And yet, despite his origins, he refused to even channel the slightest fragment of shadow sorcery. He feared what would have happened if he succumbed to the darkness — would he have become like… him?

“No, I… I cannot do that…” he said, shaking his head. “I… managed swell enough with that light sorcery, so… I don’t need this! I…”

But despite his insistence and refusal, he craved channeling dark forces. He felt this incessant itching that needed to be scratched, this constant turbulence inside his core that wished to burst out, to be free. Besides, as far as he knew, perhaps the shadows were the best way to deal with a luminous entity like Sir Joule.

The Ninetales had no clue what would have happened once he channeled his dark energy, which is why he picked the training facility as soon as he found out about its existence. At least, if he truly lost control, nobody would get hurt by whatever rampage he would have unleashed.

“…What should I do?”

 

[Spiteful Murkrow]

In the training facility, the woosh of an incoming elevator echoed across the empty battlefield, a chime sounding out and the doors opening to reveal the forms of a Weavile and Rampardos exiting. Kate led the pair, gawking about with an incredulous stare at the space all around them. Cabot had told her of there being a secret training facility under the Poppin' Arms Guild, but it was quite another for her to see it herself in the flesh.

"So there really is a hidden training room down here," Kate murmured. "Though why's it so deep and why's everyone so hush-hush about it?"

 

[Namohysip]

Owen entered the training facility with a strange sense of nostalgia. Ever since he had one too many incidents at the park where he'd scared children with his training regimen against Substitutes, he'd been kindly directed by some Guild staff to try out this training facility instead. And while he did miss the sun, and the echo sometimes made him feel empty, it was still nice to have that private solitude to have his moments. It was a sense of release.

Withdrawn for now, Wishkeeper only took the form of the blackened spots on Owen's flame. "So, how come you wanted to train all the way down here this time?" Owen asked, glancing back at Brisa as the elevator closed behind them.

 

[Ambyssin]

Bahamut sent the summons discretely and telepathically. There was no guarantee Owen would agree. But it was Owen. Ever the proverbial yes-mon. Even if that shadow of his detested it.

He sat in the center of the training room. Bahamut’s mismatched eyes flickered like an old television set. They projected a static image. A mewtwo with a gaping wound across its chest. A humanoid figure behind it. Perhaps one a couple of his teammates would recognize.

“Deign to take her form, will you?” he growled. “I will make sure your time in your cell is as unpleasant and uncomfortable as possible.”

 

[Namohysip]

"Unbelievable. How did I not see it? How was it so hidden? ...Was this planned?" Diyem growled, standing and pacing in the elevator as it descended with the many others who'd gathered to make sure Owen was alright, one way or another. Diyem had remarked that rather than see if he was alright, he wondered openly if they would have to instead take him down.

The elevator opened, revealing Owen sitting in his meditative stance and Wishkeeper drifting about. Bahamut was gathering his strength for whatever next encounter was within Owen.

"Well, he's not attacking," Diyem mumbled. "Has he changed at all?"

 

[Ambyssin]

Settings things up proved simple. The guild had a cauldron and the means of starting a fire under it. The training room was as good a place as any to make things work. It wasn't like the room would be withstanding any attacks or anything. Probably. Maybe.

Procuring stones that were to Bahamut's liking was actually the hardest part, but he eventually found a dozen and put them into the cauldron. He had covered cushions with towels. The last thing was lighting a few incense burners. They were meant to produce savory aromas. If Bahamut made them correctly, of course.

Now it's a matter of waiting and seeing what happens...

 

[unrepentantAuthor]

"C'mon. I've got an arena in mind."

Brisa grinned back at Aria as they entered.

"Did yer Cibus have a place like this?" she asked, knowing the answer already. "Make much use of it?"

She prowled over to a battleground zone with a handful of obstacles and raised surfaces, to make for a more interesting fight.

 

[Readerlove]

Danithan flexed his paws as he looked around the room. The Zeraora marveled at how … well spacious the place was. It seemed to have everything. He felt electricity dance across his claws, before tilting his head at something in the distance.

Danithan squinted. “Is that a … Weavile?”

He waved his paw over his head. “Oi! You practicing as well?”