>>24560233 "For now just go back to your room and rest. You can face one of Tony's challenges, win fabulous prizes, and we'll be where we need to be when you awake," Cody steps aside from the doorway into the hallway. "And if William would please leave my room, I will do the same."
DICKS' grand, boastful, blusterous entrance was met with stares of abject "okay, so what?"-ness from the leader and his underlings.
The gym was threadbare, and both the leader and his underlings were dressed in conservative white robes, like those of a monastic order. Judging from the shattered silence, it was likely that DICKS had interrupted them during a meditation session.
"Yes, and?" replied the leader, glaring at DICKS with furrowed brows and a calm but furious face. "Would you mind keeping your voice down?"
>>24577003 "This some kinda cult, like those guys who worship fossils? Never heard of no Kangaskhan fossil," completely disregarding their disapproval, DICKS strides over to where he assumed the challenger's position is.
"We are no cult" the leader replied. "We are a monastic order that believes in using meditation and martial arts practice to foster strength through our community actions. Kangaskhan's image is used to symbolize our dedication to a life free from the complications and impersonal nature of the modern world. If all the mother needs to ensure happiness is her child, then so too can we ensure happiness through community."
"If you have come to challenge me, then know this young one- I am not so easy to beat as others you have faced. This will be six each, with a twenty round time limit. Do you accept?"
>>24577058 "Martial arts monks huh? That sounds pretty cool," DICKS admits, "Guess you guys sound alright. I accept!"
He leans forward and stage-whispers across the room, "If you wanna be less impersonal, I think this place could use a more personal touch. Maybe some color to start, instead of that icky clinical white."
Tail still white, Smeargle now drew a crude stick on the ground. Evidently, it was supposed to be a baton, as the dog-creature was then instantly exchanged for the gym's symbol, the massive mother Kangaskhan. Light shone from its eyes as its infant leaped out to join the mother on the battlefield.
The mother dove in front of the oncoming blast, shielding her child at the cost of taking the full force of the attack. The blast, upon striking the mother, created a massive explosion and a blinding flash of light. When the light faded, mother was lying on her stomach, child crouched behind its mother's body. Slowly, the mother raised itself up, battered, broken, but not beaten.
The fight was one once again, as mother and child charged the enemy.
>Return >1, 3, 5, 7, the mother misses >2, 4, 6, 8, the child misses >9, both hit >0, both miss >13 rounds remain
This time, when the blast had struck and the light had faded, the mother had not the strength to stand again. Mother and child were recalled, replaced with... Seriously? You're kidding, right? You're replacing Mega Kangaskhan with a fucking Bibarel? Are you fucking serious?
Wait a second... That blisteringly hot jet of water is completely ignoring all of Clefable's bullshit. Maybe Bibarel wasn't as stupid a choice as I thought after all.
Bibarel need not worry about its own stat drops, not when Blastoise's shot was more than enough to take it out straightaway. Replacing it was a computer virus given physical form. A pink-and-blue form somewhat reminiscent of a duck.
Scanning its target for weak points, Porygon-Z let loose a powerful blast of electricity.
>Thunder >Porygon-Z is wearing the Wide Lens >1 also hits >2 also paralyzes >11 rounds remaining
Despite its significant special defense, and despite the considerable buffs that had been passed to it, Chansey was still, at the end of the day, a small and weak normal-type, and the powerful blast of energy was more than enough to pierce through it. Now, only the painting dog was left to hold what was left of the rapidly-failing line.
I'm sure you know the drill by now. Tail into purple paint, throw purple paint at enemy, hope it poisons and then stall with buffs until it faints.
>>24577697 "Sweet," DICKS takes the palm-shaped badge in his own palm and grins, then tucks it away in his pocket.
"That's right Fearow. We've just got one place left to go... back to Guam. We've got a Khan to overcome." Turning, he walks out of the gym with a two-fingered salute behind him. "Smell ya later, have fun with that whole inner peace thing."
>>24576990 "I can take this time to recover..." She admitted and looked at William then back at Cody. "But I will try to find out more about you if I can..." She looked at them both one last time before leaving herself.
>>24577778 "Have fun with that," one she exits and Hydreigon comes back inside the room, Cody shuts the door. The Channeler is again left alone to her own devices, but the hotel is sure to have eyes and ears.
>>24510587 Inside the restaurant, Bakura finds many refined-looking persons dining. Fancy clothes, formal hairstyles, a quiet atmosphere with soothing string music. The smell of cooking food wafts out of the kitchens.
A humbly dressed servant approaches Bakura and greets him with a bow, "Good evening ma'am. We've been expecting you. Right this way." The servant gestures towards a separate section of the restaurant labelled 'VIP'.
After teaching Electrode the secret to playing the foes' strengths against them, and preparing his special secret weapon, DICKS sets out for Guam on Fearow. This would be his second time visiting the Island of Dragons, the first gym he'd challenged on his journey. If he had his way it would be the last piece to fill his Badge Case.
Through the golden doors of the dragon's den walked DICKS, to find the fearless Khan sitting at his golden throne. "You have returned, little one" he says, emerald robes fluttering lightly as he rises from his seat. "You have seven badges now, I presume?"
>>24583813 The silk curtain to the VIP section is parted by the servant. Inside is a smaller room with only a few tables, all empty except for one.
Melvin is leaning back in his seat at one of the round tables, which is draped with white cloth and covered in food.There are two Alakazam flanking the target of Bakura's revenge, who already has blood on his clothes from still-healing wounds. In one hand Melvin clutches a spoon, sipping from the soup. In the other he's holding the combined form of the Rod and the Key.
Setting down his spoon, Melvin looks ponderously at the tool in his hand. "If I hold both the scepter and the key, does that make me the Devil... and the D?"
Fearow's charge collides with the dancing dragon, knocking it off-course. A cry of "Return fire! Stone Edge!" from the Khan sets the dragon right, and it charges the bird, wings outstretched and harder than diamonds.
Blastoise's freezing blast rocked the dragon's body, and the extreme cold froze Salamence in mid-flight. With its wings no longer moving, the frozen chunk of dragon began its rapid descent to the ground... Only to break free and regain flight at the last second, sending showers of shattered ice flying in every direction.
>Salamence's Lum Berry cured its status
"You must have forgotten that little trick of mine in the time it has been since we last fought" the Khan said. "Now, Salamence, destroy it!"
The dragon was low on health after that attack, and it had, perhaps, one good attack left in it. It was going to make it count. Racing towards the turtle, it began to writhe its body, tail and claws swinging unpredictably as it used its entire body as a weapon.
>>24584042 There was a flash, and in Blastoise's place was a familiar face, though clad in a different team member's armor at the moment. Rhyperior's Assault Vest had been replaced with Blissey's Rocky Helmet, and the powerful defensive juggernaut meets Salamence's attack head-on.
>Spent turn switching >Rocky Helmet delivers 1/6th Recoil when struck
>>24583876 "So, does that mean this is the final showdown?"
He shook his head.
"I don't have time for your inane pop culture references! And what are you going for with that, combining the items like that? A keyblade? That's nerdy, lazy, and... uh, powerful enough that I probably should not mock it."
Of course he spares a glance at all of the food. Hunting down the target of one's revenge made one hungry, and he'd been at this how long now? Too long to stop to eat, of course.
Locked into its full-body strike, Salamence is unable to pull away from the rocky juggernaut, and its attack causes it to smash into Rhyperior, taking serious damage in the process. "Damnit" was all the Khan could say. His dragon was locked in now, and there was little he could do to stop it from continuing its self-destructive rampage.
>>24584085 "But I went through all the trouble of preparing you your last meal personally, why don't you help yourself?" Melvin pushes the bowl of soup he'd been eating from towards Bakura. Surely he wouldn't poison the very thing he was eating, would he?
Of course he would. This is Melvin. But the soup smells delicious...
>>24584106 With the Salamence locked into knocking itself flat against his strongest defensive tank, DICKS takes the time to set up for the future opponents. "Get the arena set for the battles ahead, Rhyperior!"
A few stomps later and stones burst from the floor, looming ominously in the background, just out of the combatants' peripheral vision.
I'm no expert mathematician, but I'd say that Salamence has just about had it after flailing against your rock monster twice now. But with those rocks up, it'll be hard to launch an effective counterattack. The Khan snorted, exchanging his fainted dragon for another, which found its three heads taking quite the beating from the sneaky pebbles that now hovered just out of wing's reach.
"Hydreigon, destroy Rhyperior with Draco Meteor!"
Using the right head, Hydreigon adjusted the spectacles that adorned its center head, before the three heads loosed in unison a trio of massive and powerful blasts of energy, shimmering blues and golds like the reflection of the sun against the waves.
>Draco Meteor >Hydreigon is wearing the Choice Specs
>>24584224 Taking advantage of the enemy Pokemon fainting, DICKS uses the moment to replace his own Pokemon as well. And the replacement is soon pounded by countless meteors, leaving a cloud of dirt and flying rocks. When it settles, all that remains is a fat pink thing with what looks like a scouter on one eye. "Wiggly~"
"Tuff!" Wigglytuff barfs bright blue Aura at the Hydreigon.
>>24583475 "Thank you kindly." He'd bow politely, "and good luck," before heading inside thinking out his next move as he took a look around the area. "This looks like a good place to break and figure out the next path."
>>24584260 Aurora is certainly a quaint town, as far as Ransei goes. Of the few places in the region that cultivated an air of true peace, this was one of them. Even those training against logs and dummies in a small practice field looked like they were exercising and keeping fit, not preparing for war.
If Anthony needed a place to stay, there was a good old-fashioned bed and breakfast here with a Meowth's face atop a facade around the door.
And yet Anthony can't help but sense great potential somewhere in this quiet little town nobody would give a second glance to. After all, it's towns like this that spawned some of the greatest Trainers in League history. Ransei may be no different.
>>24584211 Ah, so he was going to play it that way, was he? Well, this wasn't Marik, he hardly needed to think about it to realize it wasn't Marik at all. Too much crazy without any redeeming features.
"Nope." He bites down on the noodle and finishes what he had claimed for himself.
The bright blue blast cuts through Hydreigon like a hot knife through butter, and the dragon is dispatched in a single hit. "Perhaps it's time to unveil the newest addition to my team. Go, Tyranitar!"
While not a dragon in the strictest sense of the word, Tyranitar fit the necessary criteria that the Khan was looking for in a teammate, and its lack of a dragon-typing would be overlooked.
Two things happened when Tyranitar took to the stage. First, a great wing rushed through the gym, kicking up a raging sandstorm; and second, Tyranitar began to grow, spikes enlarging to incredible lengths as the monster took on an even more fearsome visage.
"Tyranitar, destroy the pink one! Stone Edge!"
With speed unimaginable for such a massive creature, Tyranitar charged Wigglytuff.
>>24584318 Dropping the spoon through his fingers and doesn't lose his grin for a moment. Wait.
>through his fingers
The minor detail brings more, less minor details to Bakura's attention. The illusion fades and he feels the texture of the noodle in his mouth change. One of the pieces of meat - he couldn't place what it was before, feels crunchier and his mouth is filled with the taste of copper. Looking down Bakura sees a bowl full of blood, fingers floating in it, a section of intestines hanging from his mouth. Across the table Melvin's shirt is more drenched in blood than he looked at first, not including what's leaking from is mouth. He looks pale. The fingers on his left hand are cut off at the second joint.
"S-so Florence," Melvin chuckles out, spitting up some blood. "How does Marik's cloned body taste? I know you've- always wanted to know." He bursts into a fit of laughing and coughing.
The Zoroark in servant's clothes walks up behind Bakura and leans down. In gravely english he asks, "Shall I bring out the dessert, miss?"
>>24584386 Okay, so there were illusions going on. How much of this was an illusion? How much still was? He wished he had his Zorua, but due to time shenanigans he didn't have one yet. Strangely, he seemed more annoyed at the use of illusions in general than, say, disgusted.
"Hey, I've never said that out loud."
He took a moment to focus, coming to the conclusion that what he was seeing was, in fact, real.
Blastoise's aura cannons are enough to knock Tyranitar out of the fight. Replacing it is a slime dragon, possibly a better choice against Blastoise than Tyranitar. Speaking of which, with the tyrant's passing, the sands have stopped.
"Now, use Thunder!"
The large, slime-coated dragon possessed a tiny mouth, which despite its small size opened quite wide to deliver a roaring burst of electricity against the turtle
>Thunder >Goodra is holding the Life Orb >2 also paralyzes
>>24584523 "Not Marik's body," Melvin coughs up another bubble of blood. "That one... belongs to the real master... of illusions."
Pushing himself up from the seat, Melvin steps away. The only thing holding his body together is now clear, a psychic glow from the two Alakazam telekinetically keeping him from dying. He leans there with that stupid grin on his face.
"It's game over. And you'll never get your revenge."
The Alakazam let their focus go. Melvin collapses to the ground, his body rapidly falling apart around him. The Millennium Key end of his staff is pressed against his head, on the floor.
>>24584536 Struggling under the attack, the Blastoise tries to stay standing, he really does. But the frequent battles were beginning to tire him, and he can't quite lift his cannons to fire. DICKS pats Zarbon on the back and returns him.
"It's alright, you did good. It's time to play the next card in my collection," DICKS takes out his next Pokeball and sends it out. A mighty Machamp appears.
"I'm an old-school Kanto boy, what can I say? And I've kept a few relics." He takes out a TM labelled 27. But it looks far out of date, and it's one of the one-use-only variety.
Machamp raises his hands above his head and slams all four into the ground. The earth rends open with rapid speed, the wound rips towards Goodra.
Turning over the body, Bakura detects that Melvin used the Key to go into his own head and tear apart his own soul, denying his would-be murdered even that satisfaction. Only the tattered, rotting scraps remain. The Millennium Scale is also on his body. Bakura finds it easily.
The Zoroark clasps the two Alakazam on the shoulders, and the three of them Teleport away.
>>24584643 The bed and breakfast is run by a pair of elderly folks (a sign announces that they also run a Pokemon Daycare here). The bottom floor is a dining room for guests to eat at each the morning, the upstairs contains four rooms available for rent, according to the information at the front counter.
"Good afternoon young'un, my but you're soaked," the old woman coos. "And a real mess too. If you're looking for a place to stay, I can fix that right up for you! No extra charge."
"Gn," the scruffy old man is in a rocking chair in the same room, and he grunts.
"Oh poo honey, I'm washing clothes tonight anyways. No sense in not tossing it in."
>>24584683 He grasps at what little was left of the soul (Somehow? Mentally? Who knows, he's mad enough that he could even be attempting it with his hands) in anger, before picking up the artifacts that Melvin was so kind enough to leave him. Ha, artifacts of great power, and he was grumbling at them like they were booby prizes.
He tucked everything away in his coat and wiped off any blood that might have gotten on him, 'Not from stabbing him, sadly,' he thought bitterly, and began working on the next phase of his plan. Wait, Melvin was dead and gone, but there was obviously something else.
"Fuck, I really should have been paying more attention... and where the hell did Anthony get off to?"
Goodra is immediately taken down by the earth-shaking strike, falling into the deep pit Machamp's strike had carved in the floor. Immediately recalled, the Khan replaced the slime dragon with an orange one.
"Dragonite, overpower it with your crushing winds! Hurricane!"
Dragonite's wings began to flap, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, until the force of their beats had created an impressive gale, beating down upon the fighting-type Machamp.
"Shame. Travel not going as smoothly as it could?"
He didn't specify just what was a shame.
"Melvin is dead, didn't give me any satisfaction of killing him or tearing his soul to shreds, he did it for me. I... ugh, I'll share the details later, for justification when I ask you for help wiping out every last Zoroark. Knowing you though, it would actually get done."
>>24584909 "Long story, very long story..." He said with annoyance before growling under his breath as Bakura explained what happened. "So he has," the was a long pause as the man took a deep breath. "The other signal still hasn't vanished yet last I checked."
The Zoroark got a cold answer out of him. "The ones in Celadon have been captured by now... they will suffer greatly."
>>24584803 Anthony finds that, for once, this quiet little bed and breakfast run by kind old people is not a trap at all. The old woman adds what he gives her to the rest of her hand-washed laundry, and he has plenty of time undisturbed.
>>24584737 Instead of their intended target, the wild winds crash into a much more aerodynamic spherical shape. Rolling backwards, Electrode is stopped by DICKS' foot. "Just like we practiced, use his power against him!"
Rolling back into the arena, Electrode ramps off part of the rocky rubble now dotting the arena from the Fissure attack. It launches right towards Dragonite, then shoots out of the way at the last second using a small shockwave, attempting to feint the dragon into hitting itself and losing its balance in the air.
>Electrode was tagged in >Electrode used Foul Play, runs off of opponent's Attack stat >Electrode is sparkling (Brightpowder, Evasion +1)
>>24589531 If there's one thing DICKS does well, it's take things too far. Electrode keeps flying through the air from different directions, attempting to out maneuver the bulky dragon and throw its bulk against it.
Finally, we have a solid hit! Electrode slams into Dragonite, knocking it to the ground and bringing it dangerously close to falling into the fissure. But with a flap of its wings, the orange dragon was once more airborne, taking a short landing before resuming the attack.
Somehow, Dragonite stumbles, giving Electrode the in it needed to secure the final strike, bringing the magnificent orange dragon down. Replacing it was, of course, Garchomp, the last of the Khan's six. "Now, show this obnoxious little ball what a REAL earthquake should look like!"
Hopefully Garchomp will fare better in that department than Dragonite did.
>>24589685 Somehow, Electrode rolls out of the way of that shockwave. Charging the Garchomp, Electrode knows it's only a matter of time, so it's going to do as much damage as possible before it goes down.
>>24589765 >>24589733 That was it, and the Electrode cratered against the wall behind DICKS. Moving to catch the ball Pokemon, DICKS returns it. "All those dance fitness videos really paid off! And so did that TM."
Returning to his position, DICKS calls out his Rhyperior. "Rock Blast!"
Grabbing multiple chunks of rubble, Rhyperior begins hurling them at Garchomp.
>1: 1 hit >2, 8: 2 hit >4, 0: 3 hit >5, 9: 4 hit >3: 5 hit >6, 7: no hit
Garchomp attempted to grab the incoming Rhyperior, but its arms, being the weakest part of its body, lacked the necessary musculature to put enough grabbing force behind such a move. The enemy slammed horn-first into the dragon, causing Garchomp to be thrown backwards. Scrambling to regain its footing, it resumed the attack.
This time, Garchomp was able to dodge the incoming strike, as it had learned from its previous attempt not to try grappling with an enemy that outweighed it by several tons. Darting underneath the heavier foe, it pressed the attack further.
Maybe now that it's at point-blank range, it'll get in a hit.
Moments before Machamp's fissure swallowed Garchomp whole, the earth dragon paused, pondering exactly where its life had gone so wrong that it was about to be eaten by the ground.
It remembered its youth, many moons ago, as a young dragon, each day, fighting to survive in the wilderness of the isle of dragons. It survived by being tougher than its broodmates, tougher than its prey, tougher than its predators, and tougher than the people that tried to catch it.
Until that day, when a young boy in green came around. The two had been equally impressed by the toughness of the other, and from that day forward they were inseparable. Now, the young boy was a grown man, still dressed in the greens of his youth, and the dragon was grown strong and fierce, lean, but toned and muscular. They made a powerful duo, impressing the old leaders of this region to slowly climb their way up to their present spot. All was right with the world.
Perhaps its life had not gone wrong, in the grand scope of things. Perhaps it had simply been the unlucky one out of its masters teammates. Seeing Dragonite fall to that same ill luck, Garchomp reconsidered its previous assertions, resigning itself to the fate of a dragon who was simply unlucky for a day.
There was a flash of light, and Garchomp was recalled. The battle was over. "Congratulations, young one. You have proven yourself worthy of the Fangbadge. Take this token, and go forth with blessings of good fortune."
There now was just one obstacle in DICKS path to glory.
"Sorry sir, we don't. We have your basic assortment of heals and balls, and that's about it."
Since nobody comes 'round these parts all that often, there's no need to stock up on extravagant goodies. Or maybe it's the other way around- Nobody comes here because there's nothing to see, nothing to do, and nothing to buy.
Either way, there's a very high chance that you won't find the items you're looking for around here.
>>24595849 And so, from Lilycove City off in Hoenn, a flock of Pelipper set out, led by a man on a Mantine. Hanging from cables below them is a newly armored red convertible, built to be Rampardos-resistant.
"Not really" the gym leader replied. "I'm here because I was the only person with the right type specialties the champion could reach on such short notice. Not really the way I'd want to spend my retirement, but she's paying me a very large sum of money, and has assured me that I only need to be here for a little while longer."
Everything checks out, so far nothing's broken or failed catastrophically. So far so good. Now it's time to get it lost in the jungles of Guadalcanal, and hope that the minesweeping crew did as thorough of a job as purported.
Approximately two-hundred blips appear on the radar. Looks like you're either going to have to comb every inch of this island, or get really lucky. Ariados turns its head towards you, lifting the largest pair of shades for a moment, as if to say "let's do this" as it presses what appears to be the button to turn the radio on.
"Let's do this, kid" it says, in English as plain as day. Does DICKS speak English? Did he even understand what the spider just said? Who knows, who cares. Let's do this.
>>24596262 DICKS reaches down and opens a cover on the dash, revealing a complicated series of controls. Grasping them, he begins manipulating the car wheels, raising and lowering them individually to better maneuver the car around trees.
"What's up everybody, it's Rival DICKS. Today we're gonna find ourselves a Delta Venomoth. Let's do this shit."
Three species of Venomoth live on this island. There's the bug/poison standard variety, and two species of delta- Bug/psychic and bug/fairy. And there's no way to tell the difference between them until you're fighting.
After what feels like countless hours, fighting Venomoth after Venomoth to no avail, DICKS must feel about like giving up... No? He wants to keep going? There, off in the clearing over that way, is a Venomoth (big surprise). It's fuzz is a slightly different colour from the others you've encountered over the hours. A shiny? Or a delta? Or just an albino? Only one way to find out!
Venomoth paused, stricken with shock at the loss of its signature defensive tactic. No matter, it reasoned, there's always other means of defending oneself from attack by giant fucking birds. Flapping its wings, it released a cloud of glowing golden spores.
This was bad. This was really bad. Venomoth only had a small window in which to counter its own fucking spores. Fail, and it was done for. Better make this shot count. Energy charged along the length of its antennae, before being released in a glorious rainbow burst.
>Dazzling Gleam >On 1, 5, or 9, the spores are blown up and the attack is countered; otherwise, the attack goes through and Venomoth is paralyzed
Nope, looks like that's not going to work this time. Venomoth's attack failed, and Fearow's mirrored stun spores overcame the moth, freezing its in place mid-air. With its wings no longer generating lift, it fell to the ground, unable to move a muscle.
>>24596489 "Good job Fearow," DICKS walks up next to the bird and takes out a Net Ball. He doesn't know if this is the Venomoth he was looking for. But it's pretty neat, so he'll settle for calling it a day.
>>24596528 DICKS stares at the screen, digging in the depths of his brain for a nickname. Considering the names of everyone in his organization, it is a fortunate moth that he decides to put it off for now until something comes to him.
"Excellent!" returning to the DICKSmobile, DICKS reaches for his phone to add the new catch to his team, then realizes the phone is a bunch of scrap.
>>24596559 "Nah that's fine. I don't know how normal trainers do this sort of thing all the time just to catch something rare," DICKS admits. "It got exhausting after about the second one. But I swore I would catch this one to spike that jerk with the Nidoking, and DICKS Motherfucking Oak never goes back on his word!"
>>24597412 I wasn't paying attention during the battles, but I assume the Anchor is water, Specter is ghost, Ice and Grass are ice and grass, Monk's is fighting. Someone who actually does know should be here soon though.
Surprisingly, the foul stench of decay has lessened since last DICKS was here, and the shoreline as well seems somewhat cleaner. Now, don't get me wrong, the air still reeks and the water is still nasty and sludge-like, but it's nowhere near as awful as it was before.
Several blips appear on the radar. Nowhere near as many as appeared when searching for Venomoth, but a fair enough amount that trying to find one particular Toxicroak would be akin to finding the remains of a particular building while checking Atlantean ruins.
"Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, kid" Ariados replies."Again."
How many hours of searching, how many broken Toxicroak has DICKS and his merry band gone through? How many attempts have been failed? In vain? For naught? It seems that Toxicroak is no longer on the island. Or, if it still resided in this festering swamp, it was making itself considerably more difficult to find. Such a wretched creature, maybe it should just be left alone.
Ariados is silent, jamming to the music on the radio in a deranged, manic way that I suppose only spiders can jam. In your absence, he seems to have spun himself a nest of sorts in the backseat. Hope you weren't ever planning on bringing any chicks along in your ride.
>>24601478 Meanwhile... "So what happened around here? The island seems less grim," DICKS asks while he and the freaky ghost lady are in the midst of their rematch. He's got his new Electrode and Venomoth out for some training.
"The spirits have left the island" the gym leader replied. "I can no longer sense their presence. They have moved on to their eternal rest, and with their presence gone, the island will return to how it was before in time."
The morning sun broke over the hills of Iwo Jima, bathing the island in its warm golden glow. All about the island, the ubiquitous masses of Slugma awoke, rousing from their burrows in the tunnels of Mount Suribachi to begin the day anew.
Adrian would awake to find that the Magcargo from the night before had vanished, leaving behind a trail of low blue flames no more than three hours old, tracing its path from the tent up to the peaks of Suribachi.
Seems Adrian won't have to go looking now for a way up the mountain.
And Magcargo did indeed know the way. The trail of fire crossed the island's plains and over its hills and valleys, a thin, winding trail of flame that snaked this way and that; it at once had no clear path, and yet so obviously led up into the mountain's reaches that it would be foolish not to follow it.
At the foot of Suribachi, the air began to grow hot, just by a little bit. Clustered around a mass of short, leafless trees were a family of young Slugma, idling about as a mother Magcargo some yards away scavenged through the dirt for sustenance.
And beyond than that, rising high, was Suribachi. Smoke rose from the mountain's peak in short black puffs, and the earth seemed to give off vague rumblings. But, we must climb now.
"Oh no, I like people just fine" the gym leader replied. "But, when you're grown accustomed to communing with the spirit world, it tends to lead you to more secluded places, places people don't normally go."
"But now that I don't hear them anymore, I'll finally be able to socialize with regular, living humans again."
"The Jellicent will be removed once Lady Sanae's renovation efforts get underway, and the Toxicroak will likely move on to another place to live." On the whole, this island will find itself in much better shape now that the spirits are gone."
Here's a handy protip that I shouldn't be sharing with you, but will anyway- There are no "shiny" Magcargo to be found on Iwo Jima. If you see one that's purple, it's guaranteed to be a delta, while a regular Magcargo will always be red.
The family you see here is red. You'll have your chance to catch a delta, but this is not that chance. That chance lies deep in Suribachi's tunnels, deep within the buzzing hive of flame the creatures have erected for themselves over the decades.
Deep, yes, but not underground, for the tunnels of Suribachi stretch only throughout the lengths of the mountain itself. I wish I could conjure the words to describe it to you, but I simply cannot at the moment. You'll just have to venture inside for yourself.
The gym is not to be found in the tunnels that the Japanese carved, I feel I must warn you, but in a new tunnel system carved by the island's only indigenous pokemon species. Stretching deep into the mountain's heart it reaches, until you find yourself wreathed in flame. When all that crosses your vision is the swarming throng of Slugma and Magcargo, then you will have found the gym.
>>24622049 DICKS taps his chin and thinks back. "Oh, him. He attacked me for no reason back on Guadalcanal and I wiped his Nidoking super hard. I think it got hurt pretty bad from the counter attack." Something clicks. "Wait. That earthquake! I thought I heard someone skulking around just before it happened, and I got trapped in there with that Toxicroak. He must have been trying to kill me! That means..." DICKS scowls in indignation.
"That asshole broke my phone!" Nice priorities, there, kiddo.
>>24622113 "Excellent. I'll unveil his evil in front of the League itself!" DICKS turns and charges out of the gym, leaping four feet onto the hood of his car and spooking the Porygon in the computerized systems.
"We're going to Ever Grande! A vile villain aims to conquer the League, and we shall not let him!"
Ever Grande City, Okinawa, Japan. Water rushes down from the mountains, crashing into the lake that the city surrounds. High above the city, at the top of the mountain, is where the Hoenn and Pacific leagues (currently sharing residence) are located.
But not today. Today, the league has been closed on account of a very special celebration. Hanging on the locked doors of the building where the league challenge is hosted is a sign that reads "It's Sanae-chan's birthday today!" in bright pink lettering.
Well, there's plenty of other things to do in the city, at least.
/Can you hear my voice calling out /Through the darkness, trying to shout. /Trapped within the void of the night /I call out for the light.
Instantly, DICKS was assaulted by the music. The place was absolutely packed, and the young man would find it hard to even make it through the door. But once fully inside and immersed in the sound, it became apparent why the place was packed.
/If the world I long to see /Holds a meaning worth it for me /Every tear and every smile, /Will all have been worthwhile
The girl at the stage had the most beautiful singing voice one could possibly imagine, and she wasn't so bad on the eyes, either, if you can get a good enough look at her. Though she seemed small, at least from where DICKS was standing, she worked her size well enough. Her silver shirt, leaning off her left shoulder just slightly, shone like diamonds under the multi-coloured lights of the karaoke house, reflecting a splendid rainbow back at the crowds and blinding the young man.
/I was crushed by the dreams that never followed through /And let my wishful thoughts die /Before I could taste the air above the ground, touch the boundless sky
She was energetic, too, bouncing up and down on the stage as she belted out the lyrics of her chosen song, matching the lyrics on the screen behind her as they came and went in time with the music.
/Then I began to run, leaving the fears I had behind /Now my feelings keep on pulsing with the beat of my heart /A brand new day has come, new destinations we can find /And together we will build our dream, tomorrow never dies
The crowd was ecstatic, screaming cheers at the girl as she went on, oblivious to the world around her, totally engrossed int he music and the moment.
/I've found the answer now; its always been before my eyes
She finished, and the crowd, without hesitation, exploded into applause, cheering for her and demanding an encore.
Well, this seems like a happening place, doesn't it?
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