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Post by Vulpi on Feb 19, 2018 6:47:05 GMT
I. I Don't Understand You
"You can't protect yourself from a frontal attack like that. Look at how exposed your stomach is." A Weavile kicked the Snover square in the gut before he had a chance to give her a rebuttal. He immediately fell backwards and let out a sharp inhale. He then clutched his stomach with his thick paws and rolled onto his side. There was a flash, and then the Weavile was suddenly looming over the Snover, pushing her claws against his throat. No blood pooled around her claws, but she knew her message had reached the Snover at her mercy. She could feel him shuddering. The Weavile kept her glance on the Snover for a moment longer before she removed her claw from his throat. "Try again," she told him as she backed away. "Find a stance that'll protect you from a frontal assault." "In… In a moment…" the Snover wheezed out. "I… I can't breathe… too well." The Weavile sighed, but knew that nothing else could be done. She had knocked the wind out of him after all. That was always something quite difficult to recover from unless the opponent had thick hides protecting their organs or lacked any organs in the first place like the ghost-types. So, after taking note of the Snover's raspy breaths, she looked at the room the two found themselves in. They were in a circular room, a section of a dojo that the Weavile was given to train other Pokémon. There was nothing in her training room, unlike the other trainers' rooms. She had left the ground barren and covered in the dirt that had been there ever since the dojo had been built and left the walls as a blank, white canvas. The only notable aspect of her room was the hole in the ceiling that allowed the evening sun's waning rays to seep inside the room. The other dojo rooms sometimes had ivy flood into the room through the hole or covered it up with glass panes, but the Weavile had left it alone. She had never minded the rain that flooded into her room during the storms. It had always made for very interesting training sessions. "Why… why do you have to go… all out, Master Glace?" the Snover asked. "Why can't you… go easy on me? You know… I'm not as strong as you." The Weavile brought her gaze back over to the Snover to see that he was still on the ground, panting. He hadn't moved since she last looked at him. "First of all, I'm not using my full power on you," Glace answered. "I'm pulling my punches. If I wasn't, I would have slammed into that wall behind you." "Oh geez…" "But to answer your real question, it's because you've reached the point where you can take it. You came to me wanting to get stronger, and you don't get stronger by having me go easy on you. I have to push you every time you start learning to tolerate the strength I use against you. I told you the moment I started training you that I would be this way." "I know… but I didn't think it'd hurt so much. I feel like you broke something…" Glace highly doubted that she had broken anything in her student, but didn't bother to make a comment on it. She only watched him rise to his feet. He staggered for a moment, almost falling back onto the ground the moment he stood back up, but he was able to remain on his feet just before his weakness could overwhelm him. "Are you ready to try again?" she asked. The Snover nodded. He crossed his thick arms over his body once again, though this time making sure that he covered his stomach as well. Glace noted that he was still shuddering and that there was a mark on the spot where she had kicked him. "Better," she said. "It'll be more difficult for a fighting-type to kick you in a vulnerable spot now. They'll only be able to attack your arms now." "And that won't hurt as much as being kicked in the stomach, right?" the Snover asked. "No," Glace replied. Glace then shot forward on her swift feet, and then before the Snover could even see her, she kicked him right where his arms intersected. He flew back for a moment before crashing back down, sending dust up into the air. "But it still hurts," she then said. "It only makes it so that you can get back up again without a moment's delay. A blow to the arm is more bearable than a blow to the chest or stomach. You can shake it off much more easily." The Snover didn't bother to get back up. He only remained where he was, rubbing his arms with his paws gingerly. Glace sighed and shook her head. "We're done for today," she stated. "Get yourself some orans from Remedy in the refreshment area. Come back whenever you want to see me again. You know when I'm here." "Okay… thank you, Master Glace." Glace didn't say anything in return. She only strolled past the downed Snover and made her way to the makeshift door that was nothing more than a rectangular hole in the wall with a red drape to separate the room from the rest of the dojo. Glace pulled back the drape with her claws before exiting her room. She soon found herself in the main lobby of the dojo. Seven other makeshift doors were within the walls surrounding her, leading to the other trainer rooms and other services that the dojo provided. Each one was covered with a drape just like Glace's room, preventing outsiders from peering into the training sessions. That had always been the policy at the dojo; grant the students privacy from others. No one wanted others to see them in their moments of struggling. Against the back wall, in between two doors, was a doorway that held no drapes to shield it from onlookers. That was the leisure room, the area where all of the dojo masters went when they had no students to train and wanted a few moments of relaxation. It was a spacious room, almost half as large as the main lobby itself, and had a number of seats, tables, and other such furniture for the trainers to lounge around in. There was always at least one Pokémon in that room, either napping or having a meal break. The current moment was no exception, though there were far more Pokémon in the room than she had ever seen before. The Weavile couldn't help but make her way over to doorway and peer inside of the large room. As soon as she did, she realized that many of the Pokémon gathered within were dojo trainers, along with the other employees, such as the Greninja that was the first to greet and assist the students they all trained. There were some other Pokémon that Glace didn't recognize as well, such as a young Pikachu and Torchic playing some sort of game with sticks and leaves, a Jigglypuff slumbering at a table, or an Ekans and Seviper intertwining their tails together. There was even a Noivern roaming about the party, eying Pokémon for a few moments before moving onto another group of Pokémon and doing the same thing. No one seemed to notice the Noivern, as if it were a ghost invisible to all. Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, or eating from the large assortments of foods on the tables. No one seemed to notice Glace standing there in the doorway, watching it all from afar. "Well well, if it isn't Glace." Glace saw something in the corner of her eye. She snapped her head to the side to find that there was now a Marowak in her presence. He was using his bone club as a staff to lean against, all the while giving her an amused stare. Glace was certain he was smiling from beneath his mask as well. The tenseness in her muscles eased when she fully saw the Marowak. He was another dojo trainer; he was one of the first trainers she met when she first began to work there. They had never talked much, but his name was the only dojo trainer's name she knew. She had never bothered to remember anyone else's names. "Why's everyone in there?" she asked. "Because we're having an anniversary party!" the Marowak answered with a small laugh. "We've been here in Granite Town for ten years. Having a dojo around that long is pretty impressive, if I do so myself. So why not celebrate for such a great milestone?" So that was the reason why. Glace had completely forgotten that the dojo had been around for so long. In truth, she had never paid much attention to the history of the dojo or anything regarding its foundation. All she knew was that she had joined nine years ago when there had been an opening for a new trainer. Everything else she had never bothered to pay any mind. "So are you going to join or not?" the Marowak then asked. "It'd be nice to have you around. Maybe I can even know what you're like when you're not throwing your students all over your training room. Surely there's more to you than being some nonchalant sadist. I want to know what's going on inside of that cold head of yours." Glace scoffed. Of course, that was what parties were for. Besides having a wonderful time, it was also about mingling amongst your peers. The moment she put her foot into the doorway, Pokémon would try to talk to her. They would try to get into her head and understand why she was the way she was. They would want to know who she was before she had become a dojo trainer and where she had come from. "I'm not going to your party, Mar," Glace answered. "You can all have fun without me." "Aw what? Why not? It'll be great!" "I don't think it will be. I was never a social Pokémon before. There's no reason why I should start being one now." "I don't think I believe that. I think that you're capable of being a social Pokémon that can talk to just about anyone, otherwise you wouldn't be a trainer. Because every day you have to talk to someone. You have to teach them how to make themselves stronger and what they might be doing wrong." "Being a good teacher doesn't mean anything." "Well even if it didn't, you're still a Weavile. Isn't it in your instincts to be able to cooperate with other Weavile to make perfect hunts? Like don't all of you work in some big pack and give each other signals so you can kill Piloswine?" Glace saw an image in her mind's eye. She saw herself leading four smaller Weavile through a snow-covered forest. They were following the footprints of a large creature. Something with two long claws protruding out of each of its feet. Something that was most definitely one of the strange, ice-type Sandslash that roamed in very particular forests of the region. She knew the Sandslash had been there recently. The footprints were quite fresh. If the pack cooperated with her, they could all have a tasty Sandslash in a couple of hours. Maybe they'd even be fortunate enough to find that the Sandslash had led them straight to her den filled with her hatchling Sandshrew. They only needed to cooperate and listen to her. They only had to obey her orders precisely and not deviate from them in the slightest. Glace stopped herself before her strange train of thought could go any further. She frowned as she glanced back at the party, finding that nothing had changed since the last moment she had eyed the crowd. Everyone was still talking amongst themselves, sharing stories, partaking in cold gossip, or spouting endless details about their lives and all of the grand things they had done and how great they were as Pokémon. "Have fun at your party, Mar," Glace finally said before she turned away from the crowd. "Try not to stay up too late." And then, without waiting for a response, she left the dojo.
It was dark by the time Glace made it home. The sun had long set during her walk from the dojo to her home, blanketing the little mountain town with calming darkness. She hadn't seen any Pokémon as she weaved her way through the town to her home, but that wasn't something terribly surprising. Here, not many Pokémon stayed out past evening. All of the shops closed up by the time the darkness snuffed out the last ray of sun, leaving nothing to do when night settled upon the land. There was not even a single torch set up to brighten the roads nor an illuminous orb. Everyone stayed inside after dark, no exceptions. It had been that way the entire nine years Glace had lived in Granite Town, all to avoid the nocturnal ferals that would climb down the mountains and roam about the streets. Dark-types were usually the creatures, such as Mightyena and Absol, though there was the occasional Ursaring. All of them were a Pokémon no one wanted to face. Of course, Glace had never feared them. If she ever saw one during her walks home, she would hide behind a tree or scurry home long before they could ever detect her. Though fearsome to many, they were actually very predictable once you saw them enough times. Once you saw the pattern, you always knew how to deal with them. When Glace reached her home, a simple wooden cottage that was nearly identical to all the homes of the village, she quietly opened the door before going inside and shutting the door behind her. She found herself in the massive room that made up the entirety of her home. The dimming light of a week-old illuminating orb on a table in the center of the room barely alit the room with a turquoise hue, but it was enough for Glace. Even with that meager amount of light, she could see everything with the same amount of clarity as she could in the daylight. She could see the empty stone chimney in the corner, the bed resting against the opposite wall, the basket of berries resting near the table, and the basin of water near the bed. But mostly, she saw the pile of wood stacked near the chimney. The moment she saw it, she made her way toward the pile. Many would have presumed it was firewood to be used during the frigid winters, but Glace had no need for warmth in the winter. She was perfectly fine with the cold that winter brought, even in the mountains. To her, even the harshest blizzard felt the same as a warm spring day. When Glace reached the pile, she grabbed a piece and brought it over to the bed with her. Then she sat down and adjusted her seat, she set the wood in her lap and put one set of claws on the wood's surface. She pressed her claws harder against the wood, sinking them deep, and then she slowly carved a shape. The sound of claws scrapping echoed throughout the house, but Glace ignored it as she continued carving away at the wood. Within seconds, she had finished her work. There was now a picture on the surface of the wood, a crude circle within a three much larger circles. It wasn't anything particularly impressive, as any Pokémon with claws could have made the same symbol, but she had no intentions of showing this to anyone anyway. She only did this out of habit, to make sure her claws could still gouge wood as easily as they could before. Make a wide circle around the prey.
When she finished creating the symbol, she made another one right next to it. This time, it was two lines running parallel to each other with a circle between them. Follow the prey on both sides. Don't let it see you.
Glace flipped the board of wood over and made a new symbol. This one took longer to make, as it required more lines to carve out, but it didn't take more than ten seconds to complete the drawing. Now it was a single circle, surrounded by many jagged lines all very close to it, mere millimeters away from overlapping it. Surround it and attack all at once.
A bright light suddenly went off near the window opposite of where Glace sat. She looked up from her wooden canvas just as the light faded, but she still saw the tail end of the light before it retreated back into the darkness. Glace set the wood aside as she got up and made her way over to the window before peering out into the neighborhood. Much to her great surprise, there was a large congregation of Pokémon outside, all of them gathered not too far away from her home. They didn't appear to be doing anything particular, only looking up at the sky and pointing at something with their paws, as well as speaking in muffled, distant voices. What they could possibly be so enthralled by, Glace didn't know. Perhaps the fabled Millennium Comet had appeared after all this time. Glace wasn't much for celestial wonders in the sky, but she could imagine how one could cause such a commotion. It was a disruption in the normally peaceful night sky, a spatial wonder that reminded those of the planet that there were things beyond that world that they could not understand. Nonetheless, Glace knew it had to be something quite fascinating to have them all leave their homes and stand in the street when it was still dark. So, after keeping her gaze on the townsfolk for a moment longer, she looked up into the dark sky and beheld an astonishing sight. There was a great tear in the sky that stretched for seemingly miles, as though a great hand had grabbed the very fabric that made up the sky and pulled it apart. And within that great rip in the sky, there was no darkness. There was a great mesh of various colors, all of them swirling around each other chaotically or mixing together to create brand new colors that Glace had never seen before. Great explosions of white went off within the mess of colors, and each time Glace was sure something would spill out of the hole and into the town. However, it would never happen. The flash would go off, and then the colors would continue to swirl, as if nothing had happened. Glace found she could only stare up at the surreal wonder, unable to process what she was seeing. It was then that Glace felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She felt something dark and heavy settle over her heart as she gazed at that tear in the sky, something that made her head spin and her claws tremble. She took in a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself, but they did nothing. Her heartbeat only quickened. Something wasn't right. She didn't know what, but something wasn't right anymore. Something within her mind vehemently insisted that something was very wrong and that she should be very, very afraid. Glace couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this. It had been too long since she had such an oppressive, foreboding feeling before, the kind one has when they find themselves staring up at a monstrous Pokémon about to snap its jaws over you. She didn't know why she was feeling this way. So what if there was a tear in the sky? That didn't mean anything. There was no reason to feel as though she was gazing into death's very jaws. There was absolutely proof that the strange rift in the sky meant anything. For all she knew, it was a phenomenon that happened on the mountains in this particular part of the region. No one outside seemed to be screaming hysterically or running away. There was a knock at the door before the dread could seep any further into Glace's mind. Her claws stopped shaking as she found herself back in reality, no longer thinking about the tear in the sky. Instead, she wondered who could possibly be at her door at this hour. Granted there were all those Pokémon outside, but they didn't seem interested in knocking on neighbor's doors. Glace made her way over to the door. She stopped in front of it and then took in a breath and exhaled deeply. When all of the air left her lungs, she opened the door. There was a Noivern standing on the other side of the door. Glace immediately recognized the Noivern to be the one she saw that the dojo's party. However, the Noivern no longer seemed like a nosy dragon that clearly didn't belong to the party but futilely tried to blend in anyway. There was something different about her. Namely, Glace felt like she actually knew the Noivern now that she got a good look at her. She couldn't recall if she had met this Noivern before. She certainly would have remembered this Noivern with the way she seemed to resist wrapping her wings around her body and had this shy smile on her face that seemed very unfit for most dragon-types. And when Glace really thought about it, she didn't think she had ever really talked to a Noivern before. She had seen a couple in her lifetime from a distance, but they were all male. None of them were female like this one. "Hi there, Glace," the Noivern said with a wave of her claw. "I hope I didn't wake you up. I know that it's pretty late right now and I was going to wait until morning, but then I saw that huge hole in the sky and well… it made me remember we don't have a lot of time." Glace had to resist scowling. She could feel her skin crawling. "What are you talking about?" Glace asked as she narrowed her eyes. "And how do you even know my name?" "I know this is going to sound crazy, but…" The Noivern glanced behind her and seemed to notice all of the Pokémon within earshot. "Actually, we shouldn't talk out here," she said. "We might freak everyone out. Can you let me inside?" "I'm not letting you into my house," Glace growled. "You really think I'm going to let some stranger in here?" "Aw come on, Glace," the Noivern pleaded. "Don't be like this. I'm not going to steal anything or hurt you. You know I won't." Glace was about to refute the Noivern and tell her to leave, but she looked at the Noivern again and saw something in her eyes. Something familiar, something in her memories that she couldn't quite grasp. Something that told her she could trust this Noivern and that no harm would come. The Weavile sighed and stepped out of the way. "Alright fine, get in here," she said. There couldn't be too much harm in letting the Noivern into her home. If she tried to steal anything, Glace knew she could easily take her down. Noivern were extremely susceptible to cold, after all. Hitting them with one measly snowball made their entire body shudder violently. Glace could only imagine what a gust of frosty air could do to a Noivern. The Noivern's smile brightened as she hurried inside the house. Glace shut the door behind her and watched as the Noivern settled herself by the table. The Weavile then joined her and soon, the two were sitting opposite of each other, holding a gaze. "Alright, we're inside," Glace then said. "What do you want to tell me?" "Well, I think I should introduce myself first," the Noivern replied. "I think it's the only real way to talk about everything I wanted to tell you. So, my name is Sonata. I'm a spy for this… guild. It's really not a guild, but I'm just going to call it a guild because explaining what it actually is would take too long. I used to work there ever since I was a Noibat. Spent a good twenty three years there. I really liked being there. I'd do recon for the leader of the guild and I'd give him any information I'd find. He was happy with me and I was happy to serve him because he was such an amazing Pokémon. He was so kind and strong, and he was such a great leader. I was totally fine with working for him for the rest of my life. "But then I saw that rip in the sky… and my whole world changed." Sonata sighed as she fiddled with her claws for a moment. Glace noticed that they were impressively sharp, though covered in a good number of scratches. She imagined that they were like that from digging them into too many hard surfaces such as cave walls. "I know why the sky is torn open," Sonata said quietly. "It's because all of the dimensions are starting to unravel. The fabric of reality that used to tie them together is coming undone and pretty soon… all the dimensions are going to collapse in on each other and kill everyone." "… what?" Glace asked. "The dimensions are… what are you even talking about?" "This place you live in, this universe you live in, it's not the only one there is. There's a whole bunch of them that are all connected. I don't know if they were all separate dimensions originally or if they were all one before it got split up for some reason, but the point is that there are multiple universes living right next to yours. Entire universes filled with their own little problems and rules and Pokémon that have lives just like you. You just can't see them because you don't have that power." Glace didn't know how to respond. In truth, she had heard of the multiverse theory before. Supposedly, other dimensions did live alongside their own dimension, all of the dimensions completely unaware of the others. Glace had never believed in the theory though, so seeing Sonata spout about it made her start to question why she had allowed the Noivern into her house on a sheer whim. Why had she done that? She never did that with other Pokémon, including those that she actually knew. "And you would know this, how?" Glace then asked, deciding to humor the idea. "You don't have any proof that's the reason the hole is there. It could be something else, like a spatial anomaly. Doesn't have to mean that the dimensions are collapsing on each other." "But it does," Sonata insisted. "That tear is a sign that the whole multiverse is going to get destroyed. Because the truth is... I had a vision after I saw that hole in the sky. And in that vision, I saw how the tear got there. I saw what that it's going to spread and what's going to happen if it's not closed up." "That vision doesn't mean anything. It could have been a reaction to your anxiety about the strange hole." "I thought that, Glace. I really did. But then I saw something else in my vision. I saw what really broke my world." "And what was that?" "That I'm not actually a Noivern. I'm a piece of someone, someone that wanted to stop all of this from happening, but got split apart before they could stop the tear from forming. Someone who had their soul split apart and had their soul pieces scatter all over the multiverse, where each piece then took on the form of some Pokémon, totally unaware of what they really were. "And you Glace, are also one of those pieces." The moment Glace heard those words, that foreboding feeling came back. And though Glace told herself that this Noivern had probably suffered from a panic attack and that vision was nothing more than a hallucination, the feeling refused to go away. "I saw all of the pieces and what they looked like, but yours was the only one I saw that also told me where you were right this second," Sonata continued. "It told me that you'd be in Granite Town, working at the dojo. So as soon as I saw that, I came here to find you. Took a little while to figure out how to hop dimensions, but I did it, and now I'm here with you. You were exactly where the vision said you'd be." Sonata breathed deeply as she set her claws down on the table and softened her gaze. "I know that this is all probably hard to believe, but it's true," she said. "You can feel it, can't you? Isn't that why you let me in and listen to me even though you really had no reason to trust me? Some part of you knows that we're connected. "Plus, didn't you feel anything when you saw that tear in the sky? I know you had to have felt something. There was something off about you when you opened that door to let me in. You tried to hide it, but I saw-" Glace had heard enough. She slammed her claw down on the table, prompting a small jump out of the Noivern. Glace pointed her other claw at the door, praying that Sonata didn't notice how much it was trembling. "Get out of my house," she hissed. "I don't ever want to see you again." "Glace… look, I get that this is a lot to take in," Sonata started to say, refusing to move an inch. "I had a hard time with it too. Took me a couple of days to accept everything. But it's the truth! And if we want to stop that tear from getting any bigger and getting into any of the other dimensions, we need to find the other pieces and become whoever we were before." "No, you're just delusional. You saw that hole in the sky and it made your mind fall apart because you had no idea what to think of it. It filled your head with these insane ideas so you could try to understand what that thing is outside. We're fragments of someone that got split apart? What kind of story is that?" "It makes sense if you think about it, Glace. Tell me… what do you remember about your parents? Go on, tell me what they were like." Glace opened her mouth, but then stopped as a horrible realization came over her. She had no memory of her parents, whatsoever. She had memories of a childhood and being a Sneasel, but for the life of her, she could not remember the ones who had raised her since she had hatched from her egg. There were other Weavile in her memory, plenty of them, but not a single one claimed to be her mother or father. "You can't remember, can you?" Sonata asked rhetorically. "Well, same thing with me. It's just something you don't think about for some reason. For whatever reason, you never feel like wondering where your parents are and where you came from. You wonder why that is?" "It doesn't mean anything. My upbringing was different than most civilized Pokémon's. It was probably one of the customs to never let the hatchlings meet their parents." Glace could taste her own lie. There had only been a couple hatchlings that were orphans, but they had been told by the others what had happened to their parents. Not Glace, though. No one had said anything about her parents. No one told her if she had been abandoned when she was still an egg or that her parents had perished in a hunting incident. No one had said anything to her. "Get out or I swear I'll make you get out," Glace hissed. "I'm not leaving," Sonata shot back, now returning Glace's stern gaze. "You know that I'm telling you the truth. We have to go find the others. We need to get them and stop the multiverse from collap-" Glace swiped at the Noivern's left eye before she even knew what she was doing. A blood-curdling scream filled the air as her attack connected. Glace flinched and swiftly withdrew her claw before backing away from the Noivern. She could see Sonata hissing and squirming as she covered her eye with one of her wings. "I didn't mean to do that…" Glace said uneasily. "I just wanted-" "So you're not going to listen to me," Sonata rasped. "You're not going to believe me, no matter what I tell you." Sonata removed her wing from her face, allowing Glace to see that the Noivern's left eye now had three long marks gouging deep into her flesh. Trickles of blood and tears ran down her cheeks. Glace knew that Sonata would probably never be able to use that eye again. She resisted the urge to glance down at her claw and see how much blood it was coated with. The Noivern kept her burning gaze on the Weavile a moment longer, then released a long sigh. "And chances are, neither will any of the others," she went on. "They're probably going to attack me sooner than believe me. I should have realized that. I was being way too optimistic, thinking that all of you were going to believe me without some kind of struggle." The Noivern shook her head before giving Glace a sad smile. "I was never good at fighting. Spies are good at sneaking around and being stealthy, but not so much at combat," Sonata then said. "But you're good at fighting, Glace. If the other fragments were to give you a hard time… you could stop them before they really hurt you. You wouldn't get your eye messed up like me." "What are you talking about?" Glace asked. "Why are you talking like I'm going to help you? I already told you I don't believe a single word you just said." "I heard you, don't worry," Sonata assured. "You said you don't think I'm telling the truth. I know that. But I know that you do believe it. "And I think I know how to make you admit you believe, too." That was when Sonata sprang at Glace. Glace instinctively darted to the side, but much to her surprise, found she wasn't fast enough. Sonata suddenly gained a tremendous boost in speed, as though she had become a lightning bolt, and collided with Glace before the Weavile could take one step. However, instead of Sonata knocking Glace down, something else happened. The Noivern's body turned into a mass of iridescent light, light so bright that it drowned everything in her vision with its brilliance. All she could see was the light seeping into her body, becoming one with her. A horrible pain suddenly shot through Glace's skull, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her head. She grabbed her head as she staggered backwards before tripping over her own feet. The pain only grew as the back of her head smacked against the ground, soon turning into a sensation of someone slowly driving a claw into the back of her skull. All sound left her ears as darkness sprouted of the corners of her eyes and flooded the rest of her vision. She could no longer feel the ground beneath her as she slipped further and further away. But just before she could completely fade away and become one with the black shrouding her vision, she saw something within that darkness. It was a creature of ambiguous shape. No matter how much Glace stared at it, she could not discern its shape. Every time its shape seemed to take on an identifiable form, her vision would warp and the creature would be an unidentifiable mass once again. All she could tell was that bluish-white light surrounded its entire body like a radiating aura, making the creature a tiny beacon of light amongst the sea of darkness surrounding them. A flash of light suddenly went off. Everything became an all-compassing white, taking the creature with it and throwing Glace into a world of absolute nothingness. She would have shielded her eyes if she had the ability to. When the light faded and the darkness returned, Glace found that the creature now had a gaping, black hole in its midsection, about the size of an apple. The creature looked down at the hole and for a moment, did nothing. And then it happened. One moment, the creature was whole, gazing at the hole with a vacant expression. And then the next moment, it abruptly shattered into several pieces, as though someone had thrown a mirror to the ground. The second the fragments formed, each one of them went under an instantaneous metamorphosis. One of the fragments sprouted wings from the sides of its body. Another had multiple tendrils crawl out of its shuddering form before sinking low to the ground. Another produced four legs and ears so sharp, it could pick up on even the subtlest of sounds. Multiple fragments produced four limbs, only to stand up and change their front legs into arms moments later. There was even one that didn't change at all, remaining a blob of no discernable shape. However, amongst all of the fragments, there was one Glace noticed the most. One of the upstanding fragments that held a rather nasty set of claws, which she was quick to realize was a Sneasel. That fragment was her. Its face was shrouded in darkness, but Glace knew that the clawed fragment was her. The way it stood with its shoulders slightly hunched and the way it subtly held its claws up, ready to strike at a moment's notice, was far too similar to her own posture. Before Glace could study the apparent doppelganger any longer, multiple tears suddenly ripped through the darkness above them. Within each of these tears, there lay a location. In one, a forest blossoming with life. In another, a stone castle towering over a prosperous city. Each one was unique to the others, holding places that Glace had never seen before. Each of the fragments looked up at the rips as they suddenly started to grow closer and closer together. All of the locations within the tears fell to ruin, the forest now a rotting wasteland in the midst of a harsh blizzard and the castle now falling to pieces as its city burned. All of the fragments gazed at a single tear, not a single one of them gazing at the same hole as another fragment, watching them with the same vacant stare that their whole form wore. Then, all at once, they leapt into the tears. Each one of the fragments disappeared into a single tear so that not a single tear was unoccupied. They scrambled through the collapsing worlds, hurrying about in what appeared to be a frantic search. There was a flash of light, and then, all chaos within the tears stopped. The destruction had ceased and life was slowly returning to normal. Pokémon carefully rebuilt their world, returning forests back to their former glory, nursing the injured back to health, putting out the ravaging fires, all of these things. All of the tears then closed up and disappeared into the darkness. The only thing that remained was the original creature Glace had seen earlier before it had split up, towering high above her and gazing upon her with its luminous eyes. Find the others, Glace.
Become one.Glace suddenly found herself back in her house, collapsed on the ground. She was sweating, shaking violently, and had tears in the corner of her eyes. The Weavile rubbed at her eyes with the back of her claw before she slowly stood back up. Her head no longer throbbed with that horrible pain, but she could still feel a dull ache in the back of her skull. She breathed in slowly as she looked around her home. Sonata was nowhere to be found. Her blood was still in a small puddle on the floor, along with being stained to Glace's claws, but none leading to the door. There was no trail. It was as though Sonata had abruptly stopped existing. I'm not really gone, Glace.
I'm still here.The Weavile jumped at the sudden voice. She knew that voice. That was Sonata's voice. And yet, she was nowhere in sight… "Sonata? Where did you go?" Glace asked, quickly composing herself. In your head. I'm you now.Glace saw something flash in her mind's eye. It was quick, but for just one second, she saw Sonata looking at her in the very darkness Glace had just escaped from. It was only then did Glace realize how much Sonata's voice sounded more like the thoughts in her head rather than noises from the outside world. "How did you-" I merged myself with you. I let you assimilate me. You don't remember how I turned into that light? That was me, merging with you.
You finally going to admit you're a fragment now?Glace's knees started to feel weak. Standing was becoming very laborious and tiring all of the sudden. Memories that weren't Glace's own leaked into her mind and meshed with hers. She saw the supposed guild leader that Sonata worked for, a Suicune of all Pokémon. She saw how everything Sonata did was to impress him and to be his most prized member. She wanted to be the best of the best, the greatest spy of all his other spies. Glace saw how Sonata had gained her current status with the Suicune. She had gone on a mission to see if the enemy was hiding out in a secluded area someone had told them about. During that mission, Sonata figured out that those enemies knew about the guild and were planning on attacking it after returning to their home base and rallying up their allies. Glace saw how she had made a mistake and the enemies spotted her. She saw how the Noivern accidentally destroyed the entire place in an attempt to escape, killing everyone inside. And then she saw her frantically flying back to the guild as demonic ghost-types stalked her through the night... And then, she saw the tear in the sky open up in Sonata's dimension. She saw the Noivern's entire perception of reality fall apart, thrusting her into a full-blown existential crisis where she questioned if anything she had ever believed was true. Maybe there was no such thing as Arceus and that all of the universes were created by a great explosion in the void that was every universe there ever was and ever would be. But within days, Sonata knew what really mattered. She had to abandon the only one that mattered to her, to tell him that she could no longer be his spy, and find her other selves in the other dimensions. She knew it would hurt. She knew how much the Suicune depended on her. She was the most reliable of all his members. She was the one who never failed him, no matter how dire the situation was. But she knew she had to leave. Even though being with her leader slowly drove away the malicious influence oppressing her homeland and terrorizing the denizens within, there was a much bigger threat now. Something that would wipe out the entire dimension if she didn't act. So the night before she departed, she wrote a note to her leader. She struggled and her claws wouldn't stop shaking, making her writing borderline illegible, but she didn't know how else to tell the Suicune what she had to do. She didn't have the courage to tell him all of this to his face. She couldn't bear the sight of his pained, bemused face that begged her to explain why she had to leave so abruptly and never come back. She knew it would prevent her from ever leaving behind her dimension. Hey, stop looking at my memories! Those are private you know!
The memories promptly ceased, leaving Glace with a view of her wall instead. However, Glace did not move. There was no longer any denying what Sonata had said. Everything that seemingly delusional Noivern had said was true. Glace was a fragment. She was a piece of a whole, and now she had one of the other pieces inside of her mind. "Why? Why would you do this?" Glace whispered. "Why did you merge with me?" You saw the vision, you know why. We have to stop the dimensions from collapsing on each other. The only way to do that is to become one again."But… why did you merge with me? Why didn't you absorb me into you? You can do that, can't you?" Well hypothetically yeah. I'd have to do some things I wouldn't want to do… but I could. But I didn't because you ruined my eye. If I absorbed you into me, then I'd have to go after the others like this. And if it went down like how it went with you, then I'd probably end up getting killed. And then we wouldn't get anywhere.But if you were the one to go find the others, then I wouldn't have to worry about that. Like I said before, you're good with fighting and you're a Weavile, which makes it better. And maybe they'd feel less threatened by you since you're smaller than me.
"So you merged with me because you want me to do your job." I wouldn't call it that, but you can if you want. I can still help you, though. I might not have a body anymore, but I can still tell you what you need to know. I know what the others look like and what dimension they're in. And I can help you get to those dimensions. I'll help you all you want.
Because you really do believe me now, don't you? You know that we have to find the others and become one.Glace sighed. She tightened her claws into fists as she forced them to stop trembling and looked outside. She could still see the tear in the sky along with all the unsuspecting Pokémon still outside, completely oblivious to how much of a grim omen it was. Glace, Sonata, and their other selves were the only ones who could stop the destruction that was soon to befall the entire multiverse. Alright Sonata. Tell me where our first fragment is.
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Post by Ambyssin on Feb 19, 2018 21:20:30 GMT
Well, I see what the title is referring to, here. :V
I know you're bringing this over from elsewhere. It's new enough that it's got Gen VII, but I'm guessing this is still a bit outdated and imagine you've improved the farther you've gotten into this story. So, not really going to have too much to say in the way of criticisms. All in all, I thought it was a solid start. And one that's rather interesting, since you go through the trouble of introducing us to Glace and teaching us about her daily routine, only to send all of tha crashing down and tell us that her whole life is basically one gigantic lie. Geez, way to break your main chracter right off the bat there. I could argue that maybe Glace bounced back from this revelation a bit too quickly. But this is a world of magical creatures that can shoot elements from their faces, so I'm totally okay overlooking it. ^^
Even though I'm pretty sure that it's classic to start off a story with a "normal day," and then have things go wrong, I really do like your take on it. Sure, the revelation from Sonata that the multiverse is collapsing makes it blatantly obvious what the story is about as opposed to, say, leaving it a mystery for me to try and guess. But I do like the sort of Majora's Mask vibe that it gives off. And, again, I think it was interesting that "things going wrong" didn't translate into some sort of crazy action scene, but rather an existential crisis for Glace. I wonder if that's going to be a bit of a thing for this story? I thought the vision that was used to present the shole "shattered souls" thing was sufficiently trippy and mindscrewy. And I liked the teases that it provided as to some of the characters we'll be running into later. Though, the only one I think I could pick out was a Ditto, but that's just because I'm not good with foreshadowing or anything.
As far as characters go, I don't have much of an opinion on Glace and Sonata yet. Sonata seemed quite put together for someone who went through the same bit of mental turmoil we saw Glace go through. I think you had a bit of a missed opportunity with Sonata's memories, toward the end. I think it would have helped as far as getting a sense of her character to watch the memories play out as an actual scene rather than just get a bit of a play-by-play summary from Glace's POV. Though, for all I know, that might happen later, and this was just a bit of a teaser, so to speak. Glace is a bit better illustrated. She's a withdrawn loner. Someone who's constantly on her guard. You illustrated that well through her pretty terse dialogue and her cautious body language. Of course, in order for her to become whole, she's going to have to get over that. So, I see where the character development will be coming into play.
Only other thing is a bit nitpickety. I just thought it kind of strange just how much the first scene is littered with "the dojo." I know, there really aren't any good alternatives, there. But it felt like you were using "the dojo" in practically every sentence, and it threw me a bit off, so I thought I'd point out.
This definitely looks like it'll be fun, though. I'm always up for hopping dimensions and all the shenanigans that come with it. ^^
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Post by admin on Feb 20, 2018 3:47:25 GMT
Well, color me intrigued by this premise. To be perfectly honest, I've adored the concept of split souls ever since you brought it up in Broken Ideals, but I feel like this takes it to the next level. Separately, Glace and Sonata seemed like fascinating characters on their own. Glace was aloof, driven, and somewhat alien (judging by her reaction to Mar bringing up what weavile do and, well, that general conversation, never mind her reaction to a tear in the fabric of reality). Sonata, by contrast, seems a bit more on the perky, energetic, sociable side (given the fact that she responds to losing an eye with only a sigh before pressing on with trying to convince Glace to see things her way). The fact that you've chosen not to merge them into one amalgam mind but instead shove them into one body but keep them distinct characters is no doubt going to be fascinating. While, sure, Glace is compliant now, I have no doubt that violently stubborn, aloof streak will rear its head again and make the union between herself and Sonata ... less than fun, let's just say. Or in other words, I'm really looking forward to seeing what this union means. Like, not only in terms of how much bickering is going to ensue but also in terms of what fragments can do. The idea of Glace (who we've just established is far from the best at social situations) having to track down fragments that might be as willing to listen as she was is fun as it is due to the diplomacy shenanigans that will inevitably ensue, but there are all kinds of questions beyond that. Can the other fragments control Glace? Like, can Sonata just sort of take over at any time? Or perhaps switch dominance or separate? Will either of them have to assimilate the others? What happens if they find a fragment who absolutely does not want anything to do with all of this whatsoever, and even assimilation won't convince them to cooperate? And most importantly ... why is this all a thing? Of course that would be a big question. You can't just have a shadowy figure shattering into multiple pokémon for reasons yet untold without that being a question. Or in short, this is going to be a fun ride, I see. In terms of crit, I have to admit that I kinda found the part where Glace goes over Sonata's memories to be a little info-dumpy. I know you're dealing with a lot in a short amount of space, but it might be stronger to extend some of that into actual flashbacks. Also! Be careful about repetition. (While the second quote seems a little more intentional than the first, you also want to be careful about repeating the same basic idea too many times. In this case, we get that this fragment is a younger Glace right around that second sentence, so the opening of the third feels more like it's restating what we've just figured out, rather than adding the idea that Glace could recognize herself despite the shadows. When in doubt, it's usually better to err on the side of conciseness.) Other than that, this is already shaping up to be a rather fascinating story, so I'll be keeping my eye on this.
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Post by Vulpi on Feb 25, 2018 5:37:54 GMT
II. I'm Not Going Anywhere
The first rays of the morning sun peered over the horizon and flooded into Lilac City. It was the dawn of a new day. A new day meant a fresh start to forget anything that had happened the day before and to start anew. It was a brand new day of untapped potential and adventure for everyone slumbering within the city. Almost everyone, that was. A Tranquill awoke the moment the light settled over his eyes. No one was there with him. Only he lived in his room, or a hutch as he always preferred to call it. It certainly reminded him of the coops that the farmers of the city kept their uncivilized Pidgey with how there was not a single window in the room. Steel wire replaced where any glass panes should be. The wire also replaced half the walls, specifically the walls that faced east so that the sunlight would hit him without fail every morning. To his right, there lay a large, wooden box for him to wander into at any time that had no steel to replace the walls. It made a decent shelter during the stormy nights when the wind howled louder than the Mightyena packs in the midst of a hunt and when the rain left you shuddering whenever it pelted you. Yes, this place was most certainly a hutch. But he didn't fret. He took comfort in the fact that unlike those Pidgey, he could actually leave the coop on his own. There was not a single lock to be found on it. The Tranquill stretched out his wings before he stood up from his nest-like bed. He picked off the straws of hay that stuck to his plumage, meticulously pulling out every last fiber, until he was completely spotless. Once he had done that, the Tranquill stepped out of his nest and walked to the little door built into the wire mesh near his bed. He pushed it all the way open with his head and then stepped into the doorway. He looked out to see that he stood high over a great forest of evergreens that covered the land for miles and miles. In the distance, he could see a river weaving its way through the thick foliage, as well as a few mountains' hazy outlines looming in the distance. He even saw other flying-types soaring through the air, some of which he felt were also Tranquill. The body shape and the feathers' sheen in the morning light certainly reminded him of his own. It didn't really matter, however. They wouldn't be much of a bother. The Tranquill spread his wings and then leapt forward. He swiftly flapped his wings just as he began to plummet, and caught the wind under his feathers. He barely dropped a few inches before he swooped back up and returned to his parallel position with his hutch. He looked back at it and admired how it still managed to stay latched onto that towering tree's trunk even after so many years. He really thought that the nails keeping the hutch attached to the tree would have rusted by now and sent the hutch tumbling down into the forest below. Perhaps the nails were useless now and only the branch resting beneath the hutch kept it in its place. The Tranquill didn't know. But just like with those flying-types he had seen earlier, it really didn't matter if he knew. It didn't make much of a difference. The Tranquil kept his gaze on his home for just a moment longer, and then flew away.
Many minutes later, the Tranquill found himself in the midst of Lilac City. Since the sun had just barely risen, not many Pokémon were roaming about its cobblestone streets. There were a few dozen from what he could tell, but they were mostly merchants leaving their homes and setting up shop for the day. But other than that, the town was quiet and in a state of lull. The only real activity of Lilac City was from the tower mills. There were five mills in the entire city, each one standing atop one of the small, isolated hills throughout the vicinity. Four of them rested on hills that landmarked the corners of the town. The fifth one, the largest of them all with twice the mass of the others, stood in the very center of the town. Each and every one of the mill's set of sails spun as a soft breeze pushed through the city. They moved so slowly that the Tranquill knew that he could probably sit on one of the sails for a full minute before he would be forced to fly away lest he plummet to the ground. Of course, it wasn't the season for strong gales to blow through the city right now. That would be in another couple of months, and then the city would surely have more than enough energy to make all the paper they wanted with all the wood pulp they surely had gathered in storage. The Tranquill was sure that the mills had other uses, but he had never cared to wonder what they were. To him, the mills were more tourist attractions or landmarks for the city than to actually gather power from the wind. He turned his attention away from the mills and continued on with his flight until he found himself at his destination; a brick building with a single tower protruding out of the roof. A red flag raveled limply in the breeze from the tower. He saw the words "Lilac City Guard Guild" printed on the one side of the fabric that would occasionally unfurl completely in moments of a strong, momentary gust. The Tranquill settled himself on the ground by the entryway before tucking his wings into his body the moment both of his feet firmly planted on the ground. Then, after taking a moment to catch his breath, he made his way into the building. When the Tranquill entered the building, he found that just like the city, it was mostly vacant. No voices bounded off the walls of the building, nor did any footsteps. However, the Tranquill knew that the building wasn't totally vacant. Someone was always here at the crack of dawn, specifically waiting for Pokémon like him. And after a moment of wandering through the winding hallways and passing by several rooms, the Tranquill found that very Pokémon. There, behind a large counter of a spacious room filled with shelves of papers and books, stood a Haxorus. He didn't seem to notice that the Tranquill had just walked in. He instead continued to glance through a number of pages resting before him with a bored, vacant expression. The Tranquill made his way over the front of the counter, but stayed back far enough so that the Haxorus could actually see him the moment he stopped reading those papers. The counter towered over a good many of guild members that were taller than even the Tranquill, much to everyone's chagrin, but no one had ever bothered to get a shorter counter. It supposedly was too much trouble. "Sir, I'm here to report for my shift today," the Tranquill stated. The Haxorus lifted his head and quickly caught the Tranquill's eye. The moment the two locked eyes, the Haxorus cracked a smile. "Ah, right on time as always," the Haxorus noted. "Thanks for checking in." "It's not an issue, sir. Is there anything I should know about before I head to the tower?" "Oh Patience, you know the answer to that already. Do you really need to ask that?" Patience had to resist sighing. Yes, he did know the answer to his question. It had been the same answer for a very long time now. He didn't know why he had even asked. "Alright. Thank you. I'll see you in the evening," Patience then said. "See you. Don't fall asleep up there," the Haxorus replied. The Haxorus went back to leafing through his papers. Patience turned away soon after and walked toward the door at the other side of the room. Once he reached it, he exited out of the guild and found himself back outside once again. The sun shined much brighter now, making Patience's entire vision fill with an irritating glare. He quickly squinted his eyes and forced himself to stare at the ground. When the light no longer suffocated his vision and there were no fuzzy lights to be seen dancing before him, he pushed off against the ground with his legs. He flapped his wings down as he shot into the sky, pushing him higher into the sky. Then, he flapped his wings up, spreading apart his feathers so that the wind couldn't push him back down to the ground. Flap up in a forward motion, and then flap down with feathers split apart. Repeat over and over again while using your tail to help with sharp turns. Such simple directions done so swiftly. It was all subconscious really, something so simple to do that you didn't even need to think about it once you practiced enough. So many Pokémon envied the flying-types wings and their ability to soar with the wind. They looked at the flying-types' wings and they wished that they too could be as free as the flying-types. After all, what could possibly make you feel more free than the thought that you could go anywhere you wanted to be? No one could hold you down, no matter how hard they tried. Once you were in the sky and had the wind beneath your wings, you were invincible and the pilot of your own destiny. But Patience knew the truth, and the truth was, no one could ever be absolutely free. Deep down, everyone was shackled to something, whether it be an obligation or a perpetual routine forged after many years of monotonous activities. The flying-types were no exception with their wings only being a means of slightly faster transportation than running on multiple legs. They were not the embodiment of freedom. Especially not Patience.
It wasn't long before Patience found himself near the forest he had left behind earlier that morning. Except this time, he was by the side of the forest that faced directly toward the city's entrance. A large trail weaved its way through that side of the forest, stretching from far past the horizon to the very gate that lead to the city. And there, standing at the border between the Lilac City and the forest, stood the watchtower Patience sought. It was a metal structure that stood high over the forest and city, looming over them almost as high as the mills of the city. The very top of it was nothing more than a box, and to access it, one had to climb up a ladder that lead up to it in a corkscrew pattern. Of course, Patience didn't have to use that ladder. With a few flaps and a change in angling, he propelled himself up to the very top of the watchtower. When he found himself right above the edge of the box, he pulled his wings toward his back and gripped the thin metal with his talons. He lurched forward for just a moment, but didn't fall from his perch. He only waited for the momentum finish its toll on him, and then turned around and faced the forest that sprawled past Lilac City for miles and miles. It was time to begin his shift. For the next twelve hours, he needed to watch that forest. He needed to see what Pokémon were coming through it and had intentions of entering Lilac City. It wasn't a job for everyone. Not everyone could identify every known Pokémon species within seconds. With the species count surpassing nine hundred, it was easy to mix up a few Pokémon. Mistaking Pidgey for Pidove was quite a common mistake for instance, along with thinking that Emolga were Pikachu. Patience had heard of the other sentry Pokémon before him making a number of clumsy mistakes with their duty. One of them, an Electabuzz, identified so many Pokémon incorrectly on one bad day that the guild forced him to spend an entire night correcting all the inaccurate paperwork they had filed regarding who had visited the city. Everyone expected that Patience would be the same when he first joined the guard guild those many years ago. After all, he was only a fledgling of ten years who had just left his home behind. How could a Tranquill who had no life experience prior do any better than far older Pokémon? Patience noticed a flash of movement amongst the green in the forest. He straightened himself up as he peered down and waited for the Pokémon to show itself. Within the moments, the Pokémon emerged from the thick forest. It appeared to be a bipedal, brown Pokémon with a green hood over its head. Patience couldn't see its face from beneath its hood, but he didn't have to see its face to know what the Pokémon was. It was an easy one; a Decidueye. Only Decidueye had that green hood and that feather sticking out of the top of it, not to mention they were the only Pokémon with unnaturally long, white legs to hurry through the night with. "Decidueye," Patience called. "Where are you from and what is your purpose for coming to Lilac City?" The Decidueye stopped in its tracks. It peered up at Patience with a misty look in its eyes and for a moment said nothing. "Oh. Oh right, this city has a sentry monitoring who goes in," the Decidueye realized. "Friend of mine told me that, but I didn't remember until just now." "Where are you from and what is your purpose for coming to Lilac City?" Patience said again in a bland tone. "I'm passing through so I can reach Jasmine Town. I'll probably be here for the night since I've been travelling for quite a while. And I came from Daffodil Town." "Very well. You can go." The Decidueye gave Patience a nod, and then made his way toward the city's entrance. Patience leapt off his perch and settled himself inside the tower's box. He then grabbed a blank piece of parchment from a pile resting near his feet, along with a pad of ink. After he dragged the both of them over to his side, he opened up the pad and then pressed the tip of his beak into the pad. He ignored the strong scent running into his nostrils as he scribbled a simple message onto the paper. Within seconds, the words "Decidueye from Daffodil Town- Passing through" were inscribed at the very top of paper. The Tranquill lifted his beak from the paper and then flew back to his perch before he resumed his watch over the forest. How large was the forest? Patience had never known for certain. Despite all his years of watching over this spacious, empty forest, he had never asked anyone how many trees it was. Perhaps it was a two hundred tree forest? No, that was most certainly too small. It had to be at least a five hundred tree forest with how much space lay between the watchtower and the mountains. Maybe it had been a three hundred tree forest when he first started his job, but it had grown over the years. How many years had he been watching this forest again? He had become a sentry at age ten, he knew that. Ten was the age Pokémon were deemed capable of providing meaningful service to society. The very day he turned ten he became a sentry. But how long had he been a sentry? Could it have been ten years? He wouldn't have been surprised if it had been that long. He certainly felt he had been watching the forest for the same amount of years he had been a hatchling. Or maybe it had been even longer. Maybe he had been a sentry for twenty years. Patience didn't know. There was another movement in the sea of green. Patience eyed the opening of the forest and saw a Pokémon once again. This one had black and blue fur with streaks of yellow and walked upon four legs. Obviously this was an electric-type. Only electric-types held that color scheme for the most part. Now what electric-types walked on all fours with those colors? "Luxray," Patience called out. "Where are you from and what is your purpose for entering Lilac City?" The aforementioned Pokémon stopped and looked up at the Tranquill. His stern expression didn't break. "I have a friend who lives here that I came to visit," the Luxray answered. "Her name is Ivy and she's a baker here. I came from Sage Village." "Very well. You can go." The Luxray brought his gaze back to the city entrance and carried on his way. Patience swooped back down into the box and once again dipped his beak into the ink pad. Then, he wrote "Luxray from Sage Village- Visiting" on the paper right below the line stating the Decidueye's information. He barely even remembered writing the words by the time he landed back on his perch and resumed his watch over the forest. Patience could still see the river that resided near his home. It had shrunk down quite considerably in size from his current distance and had become barely anything more than a miniscule creek, but he could still see the glistening of the water's surface. He wondered what sorts of Pokémon lived in that water. Perhaps a small family of Squirtle or Poliwag? Maybe there were even some Magikarp in that river. Perhaps Patience could swoop down to that river after his shift and catch a Magikarp. He always did find their flavor quite rich and salty. Why did the Magikarp taste so good anyway? They were the most common water-types to be found. Every single flying-type that was also an active hunter loved to eat them. Surely, if they were so plentiful, they shouldn't taste as wonderful as they actually were. Everyone would have caught them if that was the case and fished them out of extinction. And yet, they remained so numerous in so many of the rivers and seas of the world. Could it be because they all had the potential to become those ferocious Gyarados that could ravage entire villages? Was that capability to become those fearsome beasts deep within their bodies what made their meat so tasteful? Patience saw the blur of movement near the opening of the forest again. This time there were two upstanding Pokémon emerging from the forest. One appeared to be a black-furred Pokémon with a large, red mane tied together with what seemed to be a black rag. The other was a brown, scaly Pokémon with a skull helmet covering a majority of its head, preventing Patience from being able to read its facial expression. The brown one most definitely was a Marowak. Only Marowak wore skulls on their heads. The other one was a Zoroark, as it held the bushy mane Zoroark were known for, as well as having red claws on its paws and feet. And yet, even though Patience knew what species these two were, he could not fight off a nagging feeling that something about them was not right. Nothing about their appearance was unnatural, and no malicious intent seemed to glimmer in their eyes, but his innards continued to crawl. "Marowak and Zoroark," Patience called out, forcing himself to ignore the feeling. "Where are you from and what is your purpose for entering Lilac City?" The two of them stopped and looked up at him. For a moment, they said nothing and only stared up at him with puzzled frowns. At least, the Zoroark did. Patience still couldn't see the Marowak's expression behind his helmet. "Huh?" the Zoroark asked. "Where are you from and what is your purpose for entering Lilac City?" Patience stated again. "Why do you want to know?" the Zoroark asked in return. "Because I am the sentry of Lilac City and I'm required to ask every visitor that wants to enter why they want to do so," Patience stated in a dull tone. "It is so we can keep track of how many Pokémon are in the city and who they might be. It is a safety precaution." "So you guys like, monitor everyone coming in, in case someone does something bad and you kind of have an idea of who they were and who they came from so you can track them down later." "Essentially." "Huh, that's actually kind of cool. Nobody ever did that where I was from as far as I can remember. They ever do that where you were from, Dimitri?" "No, there wasn't any need," the Marowak answered with a shake of his head. "We had more efficient ways of keeping track of who was where." "You mean with those weird things you guys wore on your wrists?" "Yes, we used those. They connected to everything in the city and if you ever-" "Where are you two from and what is your purpose for entering Lilac City?" Patience cut in, barely able to suppress a sigh. "Oh. Oh right," the Zoroark said as she turned back to the Tranquill with a nervous laugh. "Sorry about that. We wanted to come here because we wanted to try living here. It seems like a nice place. Nice and quiet and everything." "And where you're from?" Patience asked. "Uh… We're from Amethyst City." Patience slowly shook his head. These two Pokémon really were something. He wondered how much time he had wasted on these two just to get to this point. "There's no such city as Amethyst City. Turn around and go back to wherever you came from," Patience ordered. "What? How do you know that Amethyst City isn't a real place?" the Zoroark babbled. "You can't possibly know all of the cities in the entire region!" "No, but I can know the names of all of the neighboring cities," Patience droned on. "Besides, there is not a single city in this entire region that is named after a rock." "So then what do you guys all name your cities after then? Is it flowers? What, do you just name your cities after whatever flowers you have in the area? You could be a little more creative." "Please turn around and go back to wherever you came from. I'm not letting you into the city and if you resist any further, I'll call someone to come take you away." "You can't just turn us away just because you don't know what city we were in last! We're new around here and we really don't know anything about-" "We should go," the Marowak then said, silencing the Zoroark's outbursts. "Come on, it's not worth it if we have to keep arguing with him and whoever is going to try and make us leave. Let's try finding somewhere else to go. There are plenty of other places we can stay in, I'm sure." Patience could see how much the Zoroark struggled to say something to the Marowak, but was unable to find the words to offer a rebuttal. So after a few seconds of staring at him, she finally sighed and turned her back to Patience. "Fine, let's try somewhere else," she said glumly. "I really thought this would be a nice place, though. Everything seems so peaceful… it would have been a nice change for me after everything." "I know. I know…" the Marowak said with a deep sigh. "We'll find somewhere, though. I promise." The two then disappeared back into the forest and out of Patience's view. The Tranquill exhaled loudly as he ruffled his feathers. It had been a while since he had dealt with Pokémon like those two. Why did the Zoroark say she was from a city named after a gem? Weren't Zoroark supposed to be sly and crafty, not to mention usually disguised as other Pokémon? Surely she could have come up with a legitimate city name to pretend she was from, as well as pretend to be something inconspicuous like a Mareep. Maybe she was crazy. That had to be it. That was the only way to explain why she had been acting that way. Of course, that didn't explain the Marowak. Was he supposed to be her friend? Or was he her mate? He certainly seemed to care about her, but that was all Patience could infer from their interactions. Their relationship was ambiguous at best, and it still didn't explain why he put up with the Zoroark's odd behavior. Of course, if they were mates, perhaps that did explain some things. Maybe. Patience couldn't remember the last time he had pondered this much over Pokémon he had seen on sentry duty. How long had it been since he last turned someone away? Was it ten years? And who was it, exactly? Why did he turn them away? He saw another flash of color near the forest edge. He immediately stopped thinking about those strange Pokémon. The new Pokémon barely emerged from the forest and Patience already knew what it was. "Umbreon," he called out. "Where are you from and what is your purpose for entering Lilac City?" The Umbreon didn't stop. He only kept walking as he glanced up at Patience. "I'm from Daffodil Town," the Umbreon replied. "I'm here to buy some supplies before heading back." "Very well, you can go." Just as with all of the other Pokémon permitted to enter the city, the Umbreon continued on his way. And just as always, Patience wrote down his name, city of origin, and reason for coming. Just as always, he barely processed the movement. And then just as always, once he finished, he stood back on the edge of the box and looked back at the forest. Then he waited for more Pokémon. Just as always.
After allowing fifty Pokémon into Lilac City, the sun finally began its descent and dyed the sky with warm, pleasant shades of purple and orange. The moment Patience saw it, he grabbed the paper he had been writing on all day and held it tight in his beak. Once he clamped down hard on it, he then swooped off the watchtower and made his way back to the guild. As he flew past the many buildings and streets of the city, he noticed that not many Pokémon were out and about in the fading light of the sunset. Just as with the early morning of that day, everyone seemed to be inside their homes. However, instead of still sleeping, they were now resting after a long day's work. At least, that was how it was before Patience was on sentry duty all those years ago. He couldn't imagine that the daily routine of the city had changed all that much in those years. Patience didn't really have a reason to talk to them anyway. It was getting late and though he hadn't done much movement besides flutter back and forth in his watchtower, his body still felt heavy and flapping his wings was slowly becoming more and more draining. He needed to get back to his hutch and recharge as soon as possible. Patience hastened his flight and within minutes, found himself back at the guild's entrance. He quickly settled himself onto the ground, and then made his way inside. When he entered the building, he found that unlike in the streets, the guild did have some Pokémon gathered in its vicinity. Specifically, it had seven Pokémon at the counter where the Haxorus usually was; a Scyther, Raichu, Ampharos, Lucario, Pyroar, Heracross, and a Butterfree. They were all gathered around the counter, talking amongst themselves about something that Patience couldn't quite discern from his distance. All he knew was that he recognized all of the Pokémon at that counter. They were all guild members. A few of them worked together in teams, such as the Lucario, Butterfree, and Pyroar with wandering around the city and keeping an eye out for any sort of trouble. Some of the others though, such as the Ampharos, worked solo and mostly stayed out at night to help any Pokémon that might be lost in the night's thick darkness and help them find their way back home. But at the end of the day, they were all a part of the guild and had been so for many years, just like Patience. Patience had only stared at them for a couple moments when they all seemed to notice him in the corner of their eyes. Each of them turned toward the Tranquill and shot him beaming gazes. "Oh hey, it's Patience!" the Lucario said. "We were just wondering if you had finished up your shift yet or not." "You were?" Patience asked as he placed the paper in his beak down by his feet. "I wonder why that was." "Because the seven of us were going to go down to The Miltank Café for a little while," the Lucario explained. "Today they've got a special on those delicious Lum shakes they always sell. We were going to invite you over." "Hmmm, tempting," Patience said with a slow nod. "I do enjoy those Lum shakes. They're always quite pricy and I never have enough money to purchase them. But I am quite tired after standing on that watchtower for the entire day… not to mention I have to be awake by dawn tomorrow." "We won't be gone too long," the Butterfree then assured. "We were all just going to order some shakes and then talk for a little while. We have jobs to do in the morning too, you know." "I know, Bree," Patience replied. "Hmm. Well I suppose I can stay for a little while. It has been quite a while since I've spent time with any of you." "Alright! Then let's get going!" Bree cheered with a flutter of his wings. "We'll meet you there since we know you need to give the chief your report and everything. So see you there!" The rest of the Pokémon gave a cheer and a remark of their own, and then made their way toward the exit. Patience watched them all pass by for a moment, and then picked up his paper and went up to the counter. And even though the Haxorus was nowhere to be found, he knew that he didn't need to wait for him to return. Nothing of note had happened during his shift. Other that strange Marowak and Zoroark Patience had to reject, all of the Pokémon that had come by peacefully came into the city with no problems whatsoever. With this thought in mind, the Tranquill neatly placed his piece of parchment on the counter and put an inkpad on the top of its corner. Then he turned around and hurried after the others.
By the time that Patience caught up with the other guild members, they were already inside The Miltank Café. It should have been surprising to him, but given that the café was right across the street from the guild, there was no reason to be surprised at all. Besides, they were all fast walkers, or fliers in Bree's case. They had to be with their specific line of work. The thought of slurping up delicious Lum shakes probably helped. The café was a cozy little place, a perfect place to visit after a long day of sentry duty. The moment Patience entered inside, he saw the soft glow of the illumination orbs spread throughout the café. Some clung to the ceiling while others sat in little orb holders latched onto the walls. But despite the large amount of them, they did not fill the café with blinding light. They only cast a soft hue upon the interior, bringing about a calming vibe that Patience only really felt when he stood next to rivers on quiet mornings in his youth. It made it difficult to tell what color the café really was with the dim amount of light, but Patience found he didn't mind. He could smell the rich scents of various aromas in the air. The Miltank Café was special in that it was one of the few places in the city that remained open after the sun set. With most of the businesses, they closed their doors the moment the first stars of the night appeared in the sky so that they could have the rest of the night to themselves. And after providing service for an entire day, Patience could understand why. If he was in their position, he would want to close up the shop and rest for the remainder of the night as well. Dealing with so many Pokémon, all demanding different goods or services and being especially picky about how they wanted things their way, surely had to be exhausting. About a dozen wooden tables were set up inside the café with little cushions to sink into near each of the tables. Quite a number of Pokémon sat at those tables, sometimes alone and sipping their drinks in peace, or with others and chatting the night away. And for those that didn't want to sit at the tables, there were many cushions lined up behind the counter so that you were right next to the employees and could watch them make your drink. That was exactly where the guild members sat. They had each seated themselves in one of those cushions, all the while waiting for either the barista or Patience himself to join them. Patience wasted no time and strolled over to an empty seat between the Lucario and Pyroar. He would have flown over to them, considering it was a much faster alternative than walking on his skinny legs, but no one would be fond of that. Flying-types could fly all they wanted when outside, but once they were inside, they had to behave just like the land Pokémon. They couldn't flaunt their wings in such crammed places and make such a ruckus for everyone. When Patience settled himself between the two Pokémon, it didn't take long for the guild members to notice him. "There you are," the Lucario said with a smile. "Everything go okay?" "The chief wasn't there, so I left the paper for him on the counter," Patience stated. "But he won't mind. I've done that before multiple times and he never minded." "Well it's because you're such a great sentry," the Lucario laughed. "Nobody has been able to identify all those Pokémon as well as you. He knows you don't make any mistakes." "And because we never have any suspicious Pokémon ever trying to enter the city," Patience stated blandly. "Well yes, there's that too. Really says something about the city and the Pokémon that want to come in, doesn't it?" That it was peaceful. That it was a wonderful place to live and that there was no real reason to be afraid of anything. There wasn't even any reason to stay inside at night. Anyone could walk out at night and not have to worry about shady Pokémon hanging out in the dark corners of alleys or feral Pokémon roaming about the streets at night. Everyone could live content and happy lives in Lilac City, never having to worry about anything. They truly lived in a wonderful place as beautiful as the very lilac flowers the city was named after. "I wonder how you never get bored of being up there on that watchtower," the Lucario then said. "Because you know, I used to be on that tower once when I first came here." "You were the sentry they had before I took your place," Patience said with a nod. "Oh, you remember that! Well yeah, I was. I'd been up there for I think two years at the time? I keep forgetting how long it was. That shift ruined my perception of time. Entire weeks seemed to go by and I wouldn't even realize it… but anyway. I remember really hating to be up there. Just watching that forest every day… that same forest… it wore on me. I'd just stand there all day and couldn't even take a nap. I'd have to keep my eyes on that forest all the time in case someone went by. I don't know how many times I'd miss someone and the chief would grill me when I turned in my report for the day." It was then that a Miltank came over to Patience and the Lucario and gave the both of them a warm smile. "Hello there, what can I get you two?" she asked. "Lum shakes for both of us," the Lucario said with a grin. "The special is still good right now, isn't it?" "Sure is, all the way until closing," the Miltank replied. "I'll get that for the both of you in just a few moments." "Alright, thank you." The Miltank kept her smile on them for a moment longer, and then turned away and went to retrieve the orders of the rest of the guild members. The Lucario set one of his elbows on the counter and held his head with his paw before turning to face Patience completely. "But you're a natural at being a sentry," the Lucario went on. "It was like you were hatched to be one. You always knew when someone was coming and you never once made a mistake with identifying anyone. Hah, we're so lucky to have you, Patience. I really don't know what we'd do without you. We'd probably never be able to find a sentry as good as you, or someone who's even willing to stay as long as you." An uncomfortable feeling passed over Patience that made his heart sink into his chest. He had to resist opening his wings and flying out of the café. "What did you do that made you so good at being a sentry, anyway?" the Lucario then asked. "Was there anything you did as a Pidove that made you like this?" "… I used to fly around during the day and explore the areas around here," Patience answered. "Whenever I did that, I would see many species of Pokémon. I would remember what they would look like, and then when I went home at the end of the day, I would ask my caretakers what they were. Usually they knew, but sometimes I would need to look it up in books because it was something exotic like a Banette. But it came naturally to me. I saw those Pokémon and once I knew their names, they stuck with me, like they were only other names for myself." "Oh, so you were a little explorer huh?" "Yes. I liked to see new things. I liked to see how different the sunset was in each place. I liked how the trees were different in some forests. It was exciting really, seeing all of those new sights and new Pokémon. " "I see. It sounds like you really loved to explore." "I did, yes." "But now you're a sentry and you sit on top of a watchtower all day." "Yes. My caretakers suggested that I did that when I became a Tranquill that so that I could do something useful for the city." "Huh. Sounds like you really changed then. But I guess that happens to everyone. We all change our priorities and interests in life when we get older, especially when we try to find out place in life. There's just some things we have to leave behind in our hatchling days. It's the only way we can ever really grow. We can't really become better Pokémon if we want to keep doing the same thing forever." "… Yes, Rale." "It kind of reminds me of something I went through when I was younger. Back when I was still a little Riolu, I really used to love collecting all of these skulls of dead Pokémon I found out in the forest. I don't even remember why now; I found them fascinating for some reason. Something about the way it felt and how the eye sockets looked, I think. So I would go out hunting for them every single day and keep them in my room in these little piles. Well as you can imagine, when I came to the Guard Guild, I couldn't exactly do that anymore. Because it really doesn't look good for you to abandon your shift to find these skulls or-" Patience's caretakers had both been good Pokémon. They were both Talonflame who claimed to have found him wandering about a forest as a hatchling so young that he could only make chirping noises to communicate. For ten years, they raised him on their own, as if he truly were their son. They nurtured him and taught him everything they could to make him the best Tranquill he could possibly be. That was why they told him to join the guild. They had wanted him to grow more so he could later potentially pursue a dream of becoming an adventurer in the future. After all, he could only learn so much from flying through the skies each and every day. He had to learn to interact with Pokémon and develop useful skills if he wanted to be a successful individual. And he had just done that. He was a very successful individual now. He was an esteemed sentry that everyone admired. He had a home of his own and had become completely self-sufficient. He truly was the best Tranquill he could possibly be. And yet… he didn't know what to think of the Tranquill he had become. He knew he made many Pokémon in his life very happy but… was he happy? Did he enjoy being a sentry that watched the same, unchanging forest every single day? Did the fact that he could no longer remember how old he was indicate that he was finally content and happy to settle into a routine, or that he no longer cared to find meaning in his days? Or what about the fact that he couldn't even taste the drink that had just arrived in front of him? What was he supposed to think of that? He knew Lum shakes were delicious with how they were an explosion of just about every flavor imaginable. And he knew that the recipe hadn't been watered down over time, as Rale's ears perked up the second he slurped up his own shake. So why did it taste like water? Why did sipping up the shake feel very similar to forcing down a bitter medication? "Hey, what's that outside?" Patience lifted his beak from the inside of the class. He looked over to see all of the Pokémon in the cafe abandon their seats and congregate to the windows. Patience glanced over at Rale to find that he still sat nearby, though now eying the windows as well. "What's going on?" Patience asked. "I don't know, but there's only one real way to find out, isn't there?" he asked in return. The Lucario and Tranquill got up from their seats and made their way over to the growing crowd. They forced their way through the crammed place, squeezing themselves into any space they could, until they made it to the very front of the crowd right by the windows. Patience didn't even need to follow everyone's gazes to see what all the fuss was about. A hole had appeared in the sky. A great rip tore through the black sky, and within that tear, lay a vast amount of interchanging colors. And though it seemed small from where Patience stood, he knew that an entire city could fit inside it. Perhaps even two. Patience kept his eyes glued to that tear, watching it carefully as everyone around him muttered amongst themselves, wondering what it could possibly be. "Well, that's certainly something you don't see every day," Rale noted. Patience didn't respond. He could barely hear Rale anyway. His words sounded muffled, as if he were talking underwater. The same could be said about all of the other Pokémon surrounding him. Everyone seemed to be growing further and further away from him the longer he stared at that hole. What was that thing in the sky? What were all of those colors within it, swirling and streaming past one another like rivers? And why did he feel the need to ruffle his feathers the more he stared at it? "… and I'm pretty sure you're going to have to keep any eye on it." Patience blinked, and all of the voices came rushing back to him with full clarity. He almost flinched from how sudden it was. He puffed himself up and fluttered his wings for a moment, and then looked back at Rale. "What did you say?" Patience asked. "I said, it looks like everyone at the guild has got something to keep an eye on, since I'm pretty sure whatever that is can't be a good sign," Rale explained. "And I'm pretty sure the chief is going to make you the one who is going to be keeping an eye on it the most." It took Patience a moment to process what Rale just said. However, even after he did, he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. "Why do you think that?" he asked. "Because you're at the watchtower all the time and have the best view of it," Rale explained. You'll always have it in your sight when you're up that high. And you're good at noticing anyway. So you'd be the first one to pick up on if it begins to change and if we need to tell everyone we need to evacuate the city or something like that." So that was it. Now not only would he be watching the forest for visitors, he would be watching the sky to note any changes with that tear. He could see the chief giving him that order. It was most certainly a strong possibility. The thought of that should have made Patience's heartbeat quicken or entice him to chirp merrily. Something new, after all these years. Something different to look at other than the canopy of that forest. Potential danger up in the sky, staring right back at him. But this thought didn't do anything. He felt nothing at the thought of watching that hole in the sky. Because even if he was watching that hole in the sky, waiting for it to possibly spell out disaster for the Pokémon in the land below, it didn't change the fact that he was still stuck on that tower observing it. In reality, his job would become no different. He would still on that watchtower every day of his life, watching something. But now instead of just the forest down below, it would be the sky above as well. Patience turned away from the window and forced his way through a space between a Pikachu and Ivysaur too dumbfounded by the anomaly in the sky to even notice the Tranquill. "Hey, where are you going?" Rale asked. "I'm feeling tired, so I'm going to go home and sleep," Patience answered. "Can you pay for my shake and I'll pay you back tomorrow? I don't have any money on me at the moment." "Oh, sure, I can do that. Have a good night, Patience." Patience forced his way through the rest of the crowd. When he managed to make it through the mass of squirming bodies, he headed out the door. The moment he felt the cool, night air hit his face, he opened up his wings and shot into the sky. He soared over the city, quickly leaving it behind as he entered the great forest bordering it. It was not long before he found himself at the foot of his hutch. Without wasting a moment, he opened up the door before closing it shut and settled himself in his bed. He hadn't been lying. He did feel tired. His eyes felt droopy and he lacked the strength to flap his wings anymore. So after he adjusted his posture and moved around some of the bedding so that it did not dig into his skin, Patience closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep. Tomorrow would be the same as today, he knew that. It had been like that since he first joined the guild and became its sentry. He would wake up, receive his assignment, and then watch the forest all day. And then he would go back to the chief and report that nothing of note had truly happened. All was peaceful, just as they wanted it to be. Then he would return home and sleep, so long as no one invited him to spend part of the night with them. And then the cycle would start anew once again. Again and again. Never to end. And a new tear in the sky was not going to change that.
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Post by Ambyssin on Feb 25, 2018 22:10:49 GMT
Another flying-type I see. Though, to be fair, Tranquill is an often overlooked Pokémon just because of how... pedestrian it is. I'd be hard-pressed to fine an actual Tranquill fan. So, it's interesting to see an underutilized species get some love this time around. Things start off very slowly and rather description-heavy. It does a very good job laying out Lilac City and the nearby forest for me. And, the idea of mills in the city were interesting, since they're not things you'd expect to find in a place populated entirely by Pokémon. Much less a paper production industry. I can't help but wonder if there would have been a more engaging way to introduce this stuff then just having Patience fly over it and getting exposition from the narration. Like I said, I appreciate it for giving me a good picture of Lilac City. At the same time, I could see how it might be a bit boring. Especially coming off how the last chapter ended.
Also, speaking of unexpected stuff, look! It's sentry duty. That one little bit from the Explorers games that just kinda faded into obscurity. I did get a kick out of the fact that Patience uses his beak to write. Like... that feels like the Pokémon equivalent of those kids in school who used to sniff Sharpie markers. By which I mean it seems extremely unpleasant. The whole scene with Patience's job sells me on being really monotonous. It's extremely repetitive with him repeating the same lines over and over again. ANd then when it's done he goes back to, essentially, staring off into space and daydreaming. It sure sounds like he's totally sick of his job. The Zoroark was certainly an odd sight. I agreed with Patience as to how strange it was to see a Zoroark not using an illusion. Like, there's something very off about it. In a "raises red flags," sort of way.
I'm a bit iffier on the part in the Miltank Café. On the one hand, I like how Patience pretty much twists Rale's praise of him into this grim, depressing realization of just how much of a rut he's gotten stuck in. And how it's literally and figuratively started to desensitize him to everything, as shown with both the shake that tastes like water and his utter indifference to the giant rift in the sky. Though, to be fair, no one seems to be particularly worked up into a panic about this. Guess Pokémon can take this kind of stuff better than humans. But on the other hand, there were some parts that felt a little shoehorned in there. Like the bit explaining how his caretakers raised him. It's okay, I guess, in tying into Patience's real desires to be an adventurer. But, considering it interrupts Rale's monologuing and doesn't really have much to do with it, it felt a bit, out of place for me. I get that it's probably Patience's mind drifting off out of boredom, but it still felt off. Especially since earlier he straight up talked with Rale about having gone exploring when he was younger, and how he shifted to being a sentry. I guess, with all the rambling, the point I'm saying is that there was a bit more telling than showing going on here.
Still, despite how quiet the chapter was, it did a good job setting Patience's character up. And that just makes me look forward to seeing his life get upended in the upcoming chapters. ^^
I did spot a couple of instances where you got a bit redundant, as Jax mentioned in her review:
You used "in the distance," both to start and end this.
And "mistake" comes up twice here.
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girl-like-substance
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Post by girl-like-substance on Feb 26, 2018 18:56:01 GMT
This is an interesting one. You've got a cool premise with a lot of potential here; Jax touched on ways the fragments might interact in future, but I think there's already some neat stuff going on there, with Glace's reluctance and the way Sonata manipulates her into signing up with her by literally forcing her own viewpoint into her head. It's kind of vicious, really, and if that's the kind of character interaction you have planned for the fragments then I'm definitely intrigued to see what more there is in store. Sonata is definitely at least as sketchy as Glace is, and that's saying something.
However, I think at times your language lets you down. You have a tendency to describe every single step of an action, sometimes even multiple times, and the result is it kinda slows your writing down. When Patience is taking off from his house, for instance, he spreads his wings, then jumps out, then flaps as he begins to fall, then catches the wind, and finally rises back up. Or when the snover gets knocked down right at the start, he falls backwards, breathes in sharply (I think, the language is a bit confusing because I don't think you can 'let out' an inhale), clutches his stomach with thick paws, then rolls onto his side. Much of this detail just isn't necessary – like, you can rely on your reader to fill in any small gaps; they know what it should look like for a bipedal creature to fall over after being kicked in the stomach, for instance. Particularly for short, sharp motions like someone falling after being kicked down, a shorter, more energetic sentence will do a more effective job than something more detailed.
Sometimes trying to describe everything means you end up contradicting yourself, too. When Patience lands in Lilac City, you say he “settled himself on the ground by the entryway before tucking his wings into his body the moment both of his feet firmly planted on the ground.” First he tucks his wings in after landing, and then he does it the moment it happens, which technically makes sense but reads really weirdly. Or, when he follows his colleague to the Miltank Café, you say he should be surprised, but then “there was no reason to be surprised at all” – so he both should and should not be surprised, which is kind of odd.
Both of these flaws are the kind of thing that could be helped by reading through what you write aloud and seeing if it sounds okay in your ears – that's a really good way of finding odd bits and pieces like this that don't read quite right. Your prose aside, though, your characters are fascinating – Glace is a great example of a particular type, sure, but Sonata is, like I said, really interesting; I can't quite decide if she's viciously manipulative or just plain thoughtless, but either way, she's the kind of person who could cause some … interesting situations, especially when she has to share headspace with someone like Glace. Patience, too, is cool; I like your characterisation of his blandness, and the way it seems to have affected even his own worry about his blandness. He's a great example of someone who can see a problem with himself, but is almost too pinioned by the problem to face up to it properly. If all the fragments are going to be like this, I'm really looking forward to seeing their interactions when their paths finally cross!
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Post by Vulpi on Mar 3, 2018 17:26:37 GMT
III. I Don't Understand You
It was well into the night in Lilac City. Every single illuminous orb had been snuffed out and just about everyone had gone off to sleep. There were a few Pokémon still out and about, namely a select number of Pokémon from the guard guild that needed to be on the lookout for suspicious Pokémon, but otherwise all remained within their homes and waited for morning. Even the wild Pokémon residing in the forest just outside the city slumbered.
All was quiet and peaceful.
It was then that two disembodied lights shining with an iridescent brilliance suddenly manifested out of thin air right next to The Miltank Café. They twisted about in the darkness, though they remained rooted to their spot. They remained still as they searched about, all the while grasping at seemingly nothing in particular. A low growling sound rumbled through the air as the lights continued fumbling around.
I can't find it.
You will! Keep looking around. You'll know it when you touch it.
What am I even feeling for? I only feel air.
Reality's fabric, remember? You stick your claws in a tear in that fabric, and if you can find the edges around the tear, then you can widen the tear and step into the other dimension.
That doesn't make any sense.
It's the only way I know how to explain it! You really think I understand it all that great either? Where I come from, sure we have these weird ghost-types that can do some strange, supernatural things to you the second they touch you, but anybody could write that off as them being able to get in your head and mess up your mind. It was easy to understand because it made sense. They're ghost types and-
I get it. You don't need to explain it. I know about the ways of the ghosts already. Just… what exactly does the fabric feel like? You've done this already, so what did it feel like?
Like fabric from scarves or capes… that's why I call it "reality's fabric" instead of matter or stardust or whatever other people call it. I know it's not really fabric, but that's what it feels like to me.
Of course it does. Why wouldn't it… Wait. I think I feel something.
The lights grabbed onto something in the darkness. They tightened their grip on the unseen object and then pushed away from each other with all their might, as if trying to pry something apart.
"Aaargh!"
A Weavile stumbled out of the darkness where the light once was. She fell forward and nearly tripped over her own feet, but caught herself just in time.
Gah, there was no resistance at all. It was like trying to rip paper.
You thought it would be hard to open, Glace?
Well seeing as how it's what holds the universe together, yes, I did think it would take quite a bit of force to widen. I didn't think it would open that easily, not to mention suck me in like that.
Glace panted for a brief moment before she looked down at her claws to see the iridescent glow slowly dim. It wasn't long before the light vanished completely, leaving her claws as white as they had been before, untouched by the strange energy.
She glanced behind her and noticed that she was no longer looking back at the interior of her home. Now, there was nothing but a large brick wall towering over her in the darkness. She couldn't help but stare at that unremarkable wall, still basking in the epiphany that it was no longer her house.
So we really can travel through dimensions. We just need to widen tears to do that.
That's right! And don't worry; this won't hurt the multiverse. Little tears always close right back up after you use them. It's the big ones like the one you saw back in your dimension that don't fix themselves. I know you were thinking about that when I told you what we had to do.
Glace frowned at the sound of that. So it seemed Sonata could hear some her thoughts now that she was inside of the Weavile's head. Glace had suspected that the Noivern could hear her thoughts now that she actually lived inside of Glace's mind, but she had never known for sure.
What, you don't like me hearing your thoughts?
No.
Oh, it's not too big of a deal. You can hear all my thoughts. There's really no point in hiding anything from each other anymore when we're sharing a mind now.
Weren't you the one demanding privacy once I saw pieces of your life while you were in that guild with that Suicune?
Sonata didn't say anything. Glace peered into the darkness that was her subconscious using her mind's eye, but she couldn't see the Noivern anywhere. Perhaps she no longer had a form now that she had been assimilated. Maybe her Noivern form had ceased to exist the second she merged with Glace.
Fine. I won't respond to your thoughts if they're super private or uncomfortable. I'll still hear all your thoughts, but I'll try to ignore them the best I can. But only if you don't look at any of my memories.
Why can't I see your memories?
Glace felt something. It was fleeting and left as quickly as it came, but in that brief moment, Glace felt a powerful longing to be somewhere that was not in this unknown dimension. Somewhere that didn't make her chest feel very heavy.
Because there's things in my memories I don't want to think about. Besides, isn't everyone entitled to some kind of privacy?
Fair enough. I won't look at your memories then. I think I can tell which are yours and which are mine. And in return, try not eavesdrop on my private thoughts.
Of course.
The Weavile turned away from the wall and finally took in the rest of her surroundings. Even though there was not a single torch or illuminating orb to be seen, Glace could still make out the buildings and streets in the vicinity. She could tell from the structures of each of the buildings, the words stamped into the signs, the variety of colors of each of the structures that could only be seen in the day, and how far apart they stood with one another that this was the recreational area of the city. The townsfolk most likely came to this part of the city to enjoy a good meal or to have a pleasurable time with others.
But most of all, she could see the great multiverse-wide tear looming in the sky near the city. She couldn't help but notice that the colors in that particular part of the tear seemed to be darker than the ones in her dimension. She wondered if that meant this dimension would fall to ruin sooner than her own.
What fragment is in this dimension? You know who we're looking for, don't you?
Yeah, of course. I know who's in what dimension. So let's see… I think the fragment that ended up in this dimension is a Tranquill named Yore. I don't know exactly what he's doing right this second… but I do know he's in this part of the dimension.
And how do you know that? A dimension is a large place to search for one Pokémon.
I have a vague idea of which tears I need to use to get to everyone. At least, that's what happened with you. I didn't know where Granite Town was at all when I was trying to find you, but I just knew which tear would lead to you out of the hundreds of thousands to choose from. So I feel like the same thing would work with Yore.
But you don't know for sure. And how do you know what tears even lead to certain parts of each dimension?
I just know, like I said. Instincts really. Maybe it's our original self telling me where to go.
So why won't it tell me the same information if we really are the same entity?
Look Glace, I don't know how it works, alright? I'm just as lost as you are. I just woke up one morning, saw that tear in the sky, and then I got bombarded with all these crazy thoughts and names of Pokémon I've never even heard of before that apparently I need to find or else everybody in the entire multiverse is going to fall apart. I'm just working with what I have and trying not to think about it too hard. I'm pretty sure everything that got dumped into my head on that day isn't supposed to be understood by normal Pokémon.
… Fine. I won't ask any more questions.
Glace then wondered if it was actually a good idea to ask more questions. While it did make sense that Sonata wouldn't be able to understand everything about how dimensional travel worked or whatever abilities she gained the moment she realized what she truly was, there were other aspects of everything that seemed puzzling. Why had Sonata been the one to remember so much about the fragments and not Glace? If the two of them were both supposedly fragments, why didn't Glace have the same vision the moment she saw the behemoth tear in her own dimension? Was Sonata a more superior fragment and had inherited more from their whole self? Or was there something else that Sonata wasn't telling Glace?
Glace, you know I'm not plotting something like some kind of mastermind. You'd be able to tell when you can see all of my thoughts.
You're spying on my private thoughts again.
Oh... oh I am. Sorry. But really, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise!
I have no way of knowing for sure at moment.
Ah, alright fine, be that way. Let's just get some rest. No point in trying to find him right now since we're probably going to have to look into everyone's houses to find him and there's way too many houses for us to do in one night. And he might not even be in this city. So let's sleep in a tree or something.
Noivern sleep in trees. Weavile don't. I'll find a cave of some sorts in the outskirts of this city. Or perhaps an abandoned burrow.
There's nothing wrong with sleeping in trees. In fact, most of my best nights were when I slept in trees! Just the way you hang from them with your tail and your feet and how great your wings feel when they're wrapped all snuggly around your body…
Sure, if you don't mind the thought that the branch might break and that you'll split your head open the second you hit the ground.
Aw what? When has that ever happened to anyone?
Well I'm not going to be finding out, because I'll be sleeping in a burrow tonight. I don't think it's possible to split my head open when I'm below the ground.
Fine fine, be that way. Go find your stupid burrow and sleep inside the dirt like a Bunnelby. Don't blame me if some Seviper or something comes in while you sleep and tries to eat you!
Glace rolled her eyes, but thought nothing more as she silently crept through the city until she found a small hill with a tower mill sitting at the very summit. She gazed at it for a moment, and then when she realized she couldn't see any lights near the mill, she hurried up the hill. When got to the mill, it didn't take her long to notice a small burrow resting nearby, just big enough for her to squeeze into. She quietly approached the hole, and then remained still for a moment and listened for any sounds of breathing or scurrying within the burrow. When she could not hear anything, she got on all fours and crawled into the warren.
When she got to the very end of the den, she felt her way around with her claws. She poked their sharp points into the walls surrounding her in case a stray feral might have eluded her hearing. When she found that no one was with her, the Weavile settled onto her side. The burrow was quite small, so small that it prevented Glace from being able to roll over much, but it would do. She would only be here until morning anyway. Perhaps if she had to stay another night in this dimension, she could find a way to stay at an inn within the city.
Glace took in a deep breath, and then closed her eyes.
She briefly wondered when she had last slept in a burrow before she drifted off to sleep.
Glace awoke when she could no longer ignore the heat of the midday sun beating down on her through the burrow's opening. She stretched to the best of her ability in the cramped little chamber, and then slowly crept out of the warren.
Once she found herself outside, she got to her feet and rubbed at her eyes until she no longer had a sharp light obscuring her vision. She was still on the same hill as last night, but now a few flying-types roosted at the very top of the tower mill, all the while staying keeping a distance from the stationary sails.
And of course, she saw the dimensional tear in the sky, still looming near. The light of day did not dampen its ominous appearance in the slightest. She even thought that the colors seemed even darker than how they were last night.
I'm not imaging all of this, am I, Sonata?
You're not, but I don't know if it means anything. It could just be that's how the tear looks in this dimension.
But it will grow if it's not closed up. It will get bigger.
Yeah, along with a few other things.
It was then that Glace saw something in her mind's eye. She saw herself peering over the edge of a cliff overlooking a great valley. Within that valley lay hundreds of black, charred sticks protruding a few feet out of the barren soil. Smoke wafted out of the black objects and rose into the sky, filling the air with a dreary, thin haze.
"No one knows how it happened, Sonata," said a strong, gravelly voice that Glace didn't recognize. "According to our members who were scouting the area, Sycamore Forest was perfectly fine. One moment, all of the trees were as green as could be. And then the next moment, everything was suddenly in flames and burning to the ground at an astounding rate. There had been no predictions of forest fires in the near future."
"And are you sure some fire-type didn't set the place on fire?" said a voice that she knew was Sonata's. "I've heard of that happening a few times. Everything catches on fire if there's enough dead wood."
"I'm afraid not. There are no fire Pokémon that live anywhere near the forest, and no one spotted any sort of Pokémon committing arson. The members said everything caught fire at once. There was no origin point nor did the fire work its way up the trees as should normally occur. Every single part of the tree, the trunk, the branches, the canopy, all of it became consumed by the fire at once."
"But how? What's this all supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. All I know is that this very concerning. First that tear appears in the sky, and then Sycamore Forest catches fire. With Sycamore Forest so close to our division, I cannot help but wonder if its abrupt decimation is a sign that our division will be infiltrated by the enemy. Perhaps they thought we resided in that forest and obliterated it as a means of snuffing all of us out. Perhaps that tear is their doing as well."
"Yeah… you're probably right. I can't imagine why else there'd be a big hole in the sky…"
"Regardless, that's all I wanted to speak to you about. Now that you know that, can you investigate what remains of Sycamore Forest and see if you can find anything? The other members told me they fled the scene the moment everything burst into flames. I would most certainly appreciate any sort of hint of what occurred in that forest."
"Oh, sure! Of course! I'll look around really carefully for you! I'll turn over every rock and look at every tree that's left! I bet something will show up if I do all that."
"Thank you, Sonata. I appreciate it."
The vision ended, and Glace found herself back in the real world. It took her a moment to process what she had just witnessed.
I thought I wasn't allowed to see your memories.
I wanted you to see that memory. There's a difference. You'll know if it's a memory I don't want you to see.
How?
You'll know. Trust me, you'll know. But anyway, that memory was back from when I knew the tear was bad news, but I didn't do anything about it. I think it was a couple of days after I figured out I was a fragment and everything.
So you think the tear brings destruction to vicinities nearby.
Yeah. I know it looks like a correlation, but I found the circumstances around the fire to be too strange for it to be just that. I mean, what kind of forest fire doesn't have some kind of starting point? I've never heard of a whole forest catching on fire like that.
Glace nodded slowly to herself. It was a bit of stretch of logic, especially since Sonata had only seen the aftermath, but she could honestly understand why Sonata thought the dimensional tear caused the forest fire.
She then started to think about that voice, the one that wasn't Sonata's. She could still hear it echoing softly against the walls of her mind.
That other voice in the memory was your guild leader's, wasn't it? The Suicune?
Glace suddenly found she could no longer hear the Suicune's voice. She grasped for it, but for whatever reason, she couldn't recall the legendary's booming words.
Yeah. It was. He's the one that helped me figure out what happens when a tear gets larger. So if we don't want anything like that happening here or in our dimensions or in any of the other ones, we need to hurry up and find Yore. I'm pretty sure things just get even worse the more the tears grow and get into the other dimensions. There were a few other things that happened in my dimension before I left it that were hard to see…
Glace could practically feel Sonata nudging her back to the inner parts of the city. However, though she did wonder why Sonata had shut down the conversation so swiftly with the mere mention of her leader, she knew there was no reason to pursue the conversation. The Suicune meant nothing to either of them anymore, now that Sonata had left him behind in her home dimension. She probably didn't want to think about how his greatest spy had abandoned him with no warning.
Besides, they did need to find Yore. Glace knew that Sonata probably wasn't lying about the tears and their immediate effects on the dimensions.
Even still, Glace kept the Suicune at the back of her mind as she made her way down the hill and went back into the city.
Much unlike the night before, all of the streets were congested with Pokémon of all shapes and sizes. Some were little hatchlings running in and out of the streets, all the while laughing gleefully. Others were adults in the midst of their daily routine, slogging their way from one building to the next with a vacant gaze or bartering with merchants. Sometimes they had hatchlings with them, who clung tight to their fur all the while eying everything they could surrounding them.
Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with something of the sort, making no one bat an eye at Glace the moment she entered the main square of the city.
Glace watched a Lopunny with a small group of bouncing Buneary pass her by. From the way that the Buneary tugged at her paws and pointed at every single vendor they passed by, begging her to make a purchase, she knew all those Buneary were most likely the Lopunny's hatchlings.
Yore is a Tranquill, right?
That's right. I'm not seeing any Tranquill around here though. I don't see any flying Pokémon actually.
I imagine that they wouldn't walk through the streets when they have wings. Maybe there's a place where they all rest at various points during the day.
Yeah, we could try looking for a place like that!
Glace forced herself into the busy street and carefully blended into the crowd. She ignored the Luxio and Jolteon shoving into her sides and continued walking, all the while keeping an eye for any sort of roosting spot.
For quite a long while, Glace saw nothing that fit her description. As she continued to weave down many roads with the crowd of Pokémon, she only saw more structures more fit for the land Pokémon. Namely, a few dozen vendors from the travelling merchants, even more settlements that served as reasonable markets for goods and wares, and a small number of recreational buildings such as a pub and arena for small gladiator competitions that happened in weekly spurts. She had no doubt that a Tranquill could be in any of those places, but to search every single building she saw for the elusive bird would be a colossal waste of time. Thus, she kept moving forward, ever persistent in finding that peculiar Tranquill.
After what felt like half a day's passing, Glace finally saw something that could be considered a sufficient roost; a tower mill atop a hill in the center of town. How she had missed it when it towered over the entire city was beyond her, but she wasted no time in hurrying to it and climbing up the great hill. It was steep and uneven, and several times her footing broke from underneath her, but she did not relent. She only continued climbing up that hill, digging her front claws into the dirt if the path proved to be too steep for bipedal creatures.
When Glace reached the top of the hill the mill stood upon, she realized that it looked exactly like the mill she had slept near the night before, except twice as large. It watched over the city with the silence and fortitude of a mighty guardian from ancient times. Even with the astounding number of its bricks chipped and discolored, it still stood strong, never to be toppled by time.
And there, sitting atop that behemoth, were dozens and dozens of flying-types. Murkrow, Pidgey, Sparrow, Swellow, Noctowl, Natu, Altaria, and even some Drifblim were just a few of the species that Glace could see from where she stood.
They roosted everywhere they possibly could on that mill. Some sat at the very top of the pointed cap, others on the stationary sails in little groups. Even more sat in the panes of the makeshift windows. Glace could see the vague outlines of other flying-types inside of the mill, hidden in the shadows.
Glace released a deep breath as soon as she saw all those birds. Surely Yore had to be one of them. She could see a few Tranquill amongst the sails, and who knew how many more inside the mill itself. This was undoubtedly the perfect spot she could find a flying-type in this city.
The Weavile approached the tower mill and then entered inside. At least a hundred birds rested within the mill, sitting on protruding objects of all sorts whether it be bricks, steel or wooden beams, or the very gears of the mill. The moment Glace stepped into the mill, all of the feathered Pokémon puffed up their feathers and locked eyes with her.
A particularly large Staraptor sitting above Glace let out a menacing hiss and slowly spread its wings apart.
"I'm not a feral," Glace quickly stated as she slowly held out her claws. "I'm not here to hurt you."
All of the feathered ones continued to keep their gazes on her. She heard even more of them near the very top of the mill let out more hisses. Glace started to wonder if she had made a mistake and these Pokémon were all feral. After all, not a single one had said anything to her. It would also explain why they would bother to have the mill as a roosting place when it probably had use to the city.
Then Glace noticed that not a single one of the feathered Pokémon had flown away since she entered the mill. Wild Pokémon fled the second they saw a dangerous creature, or they attacked if they felt provoked. Only certain land Pokémon kept still in times of danger, particularly the Deerling.
These were most definitely all civil birds.
"I'm not going to attack or steal any eggs you might have here," Glace said again with a frown. "Besides, do you really think I'd attack with so many of you here by myself? I know you'd all peck me to death the second I touched any of you."
The flying-types kept their hostile poses for a moment longer, and then tucked their wings back into their bodies once more.
"Why are you here, Weavile?" the Staraptor from earlier asked. "Not many land Pokémon ever come to these mills during the days of no wind."
"I'm looking for someone I thought might be here," Glace replied. "Have you heard of a Tranquill named Yore?"
Many of the flying-types muttered amongst each other. Glace tried not to look at them as she kept her gaze fixed on the Staraptor.
"Yore, you say?" it asked. "I'm afraid I don't know any Tranquill or Unfezant of that name. Are you sure that's his name?"
"I'm sure," Glace said with a nod before finally bringing her gaze up to the other whispering birds. "Have any of you heard of a Tranquill named Yore?"
All of them shook their heads. Glace glanced through all of the various feathered creatures sitting above her, searching for any Tranquill in the roost. She spotted a grand total of five from where she stood, possibly more behind other Pokémon out of her line of sight.
"Can I have all of the Tranquill come down here for a moment?" Glace asked. "I think I'm misremembering his name. It won't take long; I know who I'm looking for."
I will know him when I see him, right?
Yeah! It'll be just like when you saw me back at your house. You'll feel like you've known him from somewhere even though you guys have never met before.
Good.
Seven Tranquill left their resting spots and settled themselves before Glace. They fluffed their feather for just a moment before standing up tall, all of them eying her cautiously. Glace held her breath as she slowly looked over each of the Tranquill, looking into each of their eyes for a few seconds before moving onto the next Tranquill in line.
Not a single one seemed familiar to her. In fact, they all seemed remarkably similar to one another with only subtle features to set themselves apart from each other, such as a longer beak or sharper talons.
"None of you are the one I'm looking for," Glace said as she resisted a long sigh. "You can go back to roosting."
The group of Tranquill wasted no time in returning back to their resting spots. Glace watched them fly up into the higher parts of the mill, and then made her way outside. As she left behind the mill, she eyed the Tranquill standing in the windows and on the sails, hoping that one of them would be Yore. But as she had expected, not a single one rang a bell to her. They were all complete strangers to her.
Glace turned away from the mill and looked out into the horizon. She could see the sun already beginning its descent, and it wouldn't be much longer until it became the full night. Her entire day had been fruitless.
She had to resist grabbing at her ears and pulling them toward the ground.
Are you sure that you don't know anything about Yore except that he's a Tranquill?
Nope. Just that he's a Tranquill and that he's in this part of the dimension.
This part of the dimension is still a very large place. It'll take entire weeks or months to locate him at this rate.
Yeah, I know… but those are the only things I've got on him.
Weren't you a spy? Wasn't it your job to hunt Pokémon down?
Not really. I was told exactly where to find my Pokémon of interest. I didn't need to do any sort of tracking. I just snuck in, got the information I needed, and then went back to the guild. Like I said before, you were only easy to find because I knew exactly where in the dimension to find you. I knew you were in a very specific town in a very specific part of that town.
And you don't know why that is?
Nope. But if I had to guess… maybe it was because our original self wanted me to find you first?
Why would it want that?
I don't know. It's the only explanation I can come up with since you're not really all that special... no offense. I just mean like you don't have any special powers like being able to see the future or god-like powers or-
I get it. I'm only a boring dojo trainer. Which begs the question even more of why I was so easy to track.
Well did something happen before you became a dojo trainer? Maybe you used to do something that our original self thought was really useful and-
Glace growled under her breath. She felt something shudder deep within her body the moment she did that.
I wasn't anyone special. I was just a Sneasel in a small clan of other Sneasel and Weavile. We never did anything of significance. We only roamed the land like nomads. We didn't interact much with society other than to sometimes purchase goods.
Okay… if you say so. You clearly don't want to talk about this so…
I don't. I want to focus on finding Yore.
Sonata didn't say anything. Glace kept her stern gaze for a moment longer, and breathed in before exhaling deeply.
Let's get some rest. There's no point in looking for that Tranquill when it'll be night soon. He'll probably be sleeping.
Yeah… let's do that. Where are we going to sleep tonight?
Back to that burrow I used last night.
We're not going to use an inn like you were thinking?
No. I do have some currency stashed away in my crown, but I don't think my dimension's currency is the same as here now that I think about it.
Well I'm pretty sure they're the same since this dimension seems a whole lot like yours… but alright, do whatever.
Glace made her way back to the burrow as the night slowly settled upon the city.
The next morning, Glace went back to the city's main square. But this time, she didn't mix with the sea of Pokémon and followed everyone through the streets. She instead sat at the edge of a large, stone water fountain depicting multiple Feebas swimming around a single, majestic Milotic. She silently watched all of the Pokémon as they passed her. Most ignored her and carried on with their day, though she did catch a few pedestrians sharing a quick glance with her before continuing on their way.
Glace stared up at the sky and watched a couple of Swablu pass overhead.
If I were a Tranquill, where would I be in this dimension? What would I be doing if I could fly and be anywhere I wanted at any time of the day?
The Weavile swung her legs back and forth as she continued watching the sky. It was most certainly a beautiful view. Other than the massive hole in the sky served as a constant reminder of the dimension's inevitable doom, the sky was as clear as could be. Endless blue stretched for miles and miles across the land, not a single puff of cloud to blemish the sky. Glace couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to be a part of that blue yonder, to spread your wings and let the wind carry you far away.
Glace could see herself flying through that sky. She could feel the wind pushing against her wings as she soared high above, so high that all of the Pokémon below were just as small as a Joltik. And yet, even as she flew so high and knew one wrong move could send her plummeting to her death, she felt no fear. The air was her domain, her rightful place to be as a winged creature.
She could see everyone leaving the spacious jungle that was their base, ready for a day's work. She saw Blaize and Torrent, the Charizard and Empoleon duo that always took the missions that paid the most, regardless of the job. Right behind them were Robin, Eli, and Hunter, the Staraptor flock that mainly took bounty hunt missions and nothing else. And behind those three was the main team of the guild, the one with the Virizion as the leader who…
Glace suddenly found herself back on her bench. The wind, the tiny Pokémon, the wings that were her arms… all of it was gone. She was a flightless Weavile again, rooted to the ground like all land creatures.
The Weavile rubbed at her eyes with the blunt part of her claws.
I didn't need to see a memory for that, Sonata.
Well you were really curious about flying, so I thought you wanted to know what it felt like. It was fun, wasn't it?
It was. Glace didn't want to say it… but she did enjoy the temporary gift of flight. There was something almost magical in being able to defy the laws of gravity and be one with the seemingly infinite sky. But Glace realized it didn't matter in the end. She wouldn't be sprouting wings any time soon even though she actually had many red feathers protruding out of her head and ears.
We should find Yore. I think our next best option is to find a post office or whatever is this dimension's version of it. I imagine that a Tranquill would work there.
Yeah, I think that's a good idea! Lots of flying-types become delivery Pokémon. I would know; I used to work there before I joined my guild.
Is that so?
Yeah! I only worked there for a few years, but I remember there were a lot of flying-types there. Especially the bigger birds like Staraptor and Unfezant. They could carry lots of mail and travel pretty fast.
I don't think Tranquill are all that large, but I'm sure the post office would have other reasons to hire a Tranquill. Let's see if we can find it.
Glace then went into the nearest store she could find and asked the clerk if there was a post office in the city. As she had hoped, there was a post office, and it was fairly close to where they were as well. She only needed to follow the street all the way to the end until she came across a large building at the very edge of the city. He assured her that she couldn't possibly miss it, especially if she watched the sky and followed any birds that carried bags around their bodies.
So, after receiving the information, Glace departed from the store and heeded the clerk's instructions. And sure enough, after following the road for a time, she found herself at the aforementioned building. Much to her surprise, the building was designed in such a way that it resembled a giant Pelipper settled into a nest. It was much bigger than she had anticipated as well, standing at least three Aggron's tall. Most of the paint had begun to peel off, making it seem that the entire building was molting.
It was quite a sight, something that Glace couldn't quite react to the moment she saw it. In her dimension, Pokémon didn't make any of their buildings resemble any sort of creature. They were always constructs of wood, steel, or stone, in the forms of domes and rectangles or a combination of both. No one seemed particularly interested in designing their buildings after Pokémon, at least not any that she had seen.
Really? Nobody made Pokémon buildings? There were a whole bunch of them in my dimension!
It never looked ridiculous to you?
Not really. I actually think it made everything a lot nicer. You know, something that brought color and life to the town. I always found the towns with those buildings with no color or imagination to them to be the dullest towns. Everyone in them was really boring.
Glace couldn't quite understand Sonata's thought process, but chose not to pursue the topic any further. Instead, she peeled her eyes away from the building's architecture and went into the main entrance. Once inside, she found that the interior was mostly a single, empty room. There was a small corner of packaging material and a counter to separate the workers from the customers, but that was it. Glace didn't see any packages of any sorts, nor mail holders to sort the customers' parcels. Even the post office seemed mostly devoid of Pokémon, save for a Wartortle and Wigglytuff giving packages and letters to a Decidueye behind a counter. A few flying-types did come inside through various windows in the building, but they never bothered to flutter down to where Glace stood. They only passed high above her into other rooms of the building behind the counter that Glace couldn't see into very well, presumably wherever the packages and letters remained until they were sent out all over the region.
For such a large building, it sure did feel awfully empty.
When the Wartortle and Wigglytuff left the counter, Glace wasted no time in taking their place. She was very much pleased to find that the counter was just about the perfect height for her, not towering over her nor far below her waist.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" the Decidueye asked with a beaming gaze.
"I'm looking for a Pokémon that I believe works here," Glace replied. "Have you heard of a Tranquill named Yore?"
"Yore you say? Hmmm. I don't know anyone of that name. Give me one moment and see if I can find anyone that might know that name."
The Decidueye then turned away and disappeared into one of the rooms behind the counter. Glace set her elbow on the counter and rested the side of her face in the palm of her elevated claw. She hoped that this wouldn't take long. Granted, there were no other customers waiting behind her, but she had no idea what could possibly be happening behind that counter.
Do you happen to know what happens here, Sonata?
Just lots of sorting really. Sorting and putting certain packages in certain piles depending on where they're going.
I should have figured as much.
"Alright, I talked to some of the other employees here," the Decidueye then said as he reappeared from the other room. "Not a single one of them has ever heard of this Yore Tranquill. Are you sure that you aren't misremembering his name?"
"No, his name is Yore," Glace said with a shake of her head. "Are you sure you don't know someone by that name? Maybe you've seen his name on letters?"
"There are hundreds of letters and parcels sent every single day here, Weavile," the Decidueye stated. "We don't memorize the names; we sort them by location and then ship them out. If you want to find someone specifically by their name, I recommend going to the Guard Guild. They keep track of all the Pokémon in the city and update it daily depending on who enters and leaves. I don't know if they can tell you where the Pokémon lives, but they'd most certainly have names. If this Yore Tranquill you're talking about really lives in Lilac City, then his name should be with that guild."
"And where is this Guard Guild?"
"Right by the Miltank Café. Make a right as soon as you exit this place and then make a left on the next road you see. Follow it and you'll see it no time."
"Alright. Thank you."
The Weavile then removed her elbow from the counter and went on her way. She made sure to follow the road until she came across a new one a few minutes down, and then promptly turned left. She still couldn't see this supposed café or guild that the Decidueye spoke of, but she continued walking, knowing there was nothing else she could do.
Sure enough, after a while, Glace finally saw the guild. It was still quite a ways from her, at least another hundred steps away, but she could clearly see it in her sight. It towered over many of the other buildings with its bulky brick exterior, especially with that red flag atop the guild's tower.
This had better be the last place we check for Yore. I'm growing tired of running all over town for him.
I think they'll know where he is. They should know his name if he lives here, and if we can convince them, they can tell us where he lives.
Supposedly.
Glace then entered the guild and found herself in the lobby. Appearance-wise, it wasn't that much different from the post office. Most of the room remained vacant with only a few small chairs lining the sides of the room while a large counter stood at the back of the room. However, this time the receptionist was a Monferno with a dull shine in its eyes that didn't even seem to notice that Glace had just entered the building. It only seemed to be staring at the wall right next to Glace despite the fact that not a single painting or decoration lined the walls anywhere in the room. There was only endless brown, the color of the trees that Glace once used to dig her claws into during hunts.
She wondered if those trees still stood, bearing the scars left behind by her past self, or if some other Weavile had covered them with their own claw markings.
She wondered what those Sneasel and Weavile she had grown up with were doing right now after all so many years.
"Hello there, Weavile, can I help you?"
Glace looked back at the counter to see that the Monferno had its gaze set on her. Its previous dull, glazed over expression no longer seemed present.
"I'm looking for someone who lives in this city," Glace stated as she went closer to the Monferno. "I was told by the post office that you might be able to help me find them."
"That depends on the circumstances. Let's see who you're looking for. What's their name and species?"
"Yore. He's a Tranquill."
The Monferno cracked a smile. Glace even thought she saw the flame at the end of its tail flicker for just a moment.
"Ah, Yore. I haven't heard someone call that Tranquill by that name in quite a while," the Monferno said with a little laugh. "I almost forgot that's his real name."
Glace suddenly heard Sonata squeal. She had to resist flinching and covering her ears as the sound bounded off the walls of her mind. And yet, she found she couldn't retort the Noivern and hush her up. She couldn't blame Sonata for her reaction. She honestly couldn't resist smiling a little herself.
They had finally made progress in their search.
"So you do know him," Glace said to the Monferno.
"Of course! He's our best sentry in years," the Monferno said with a flick of its tail. "He always sits on the watchtower at the entrance of the city, keeping an eye on whoever comes here. He's quiet though, so you it's real easy to forget that he's there sometimes. Do you two know each other?"
"We're friends," Glace replied effortlessly. "Or, we were. We used to talk as hatchlings, but we went our separate ways after a while. I heard he was in this city, so I wanted to see how he's been."
"Ah, I understand. Well, you can go see him right now if you want. His shift doesn't end until sunset. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a little company up there on that lonely watchtower."
"I will."
And then, without wasting another second, Glace left the guild and hurried to the watchtower as quickly as she could manage. She could practically feel herself flying as she ran through the streets and made her way outside the city.
And yet, as she ran, she couldn't help but wonder why she moved with such zeal.
It was true that she would finally be able to see Yore after all this time. She could finally meet him and fulfill her original self's wishes of reuniting her other selves. The thought of that should have made her heart swell and fill her with a euphoric wonderment. And it did. She felt as though someone had just told her a pack of Piloswine slumbered nearby, bellies full from a recent feeding. She could still even hear Sonata cheering inside her head, practically bouncing about in her metaphysical form.
But Glace had never been like this before. Even in times there actually had been a pack of oblivious Piloswine she couldn't wait to descend upon and sink her claws into, she had never felt the need to rush to them. She had the patience and willpower to approach them cautiously and silently.
So why did she feel like she had to get to Yore as quickly as possible?
Sometime later, Glace found herself at the main entrance of Lilac City and before the very watchtower she sought. She could see how much it towered over her and the very city, along with the looming forest that stood between the gate and the mountains far into the distance. No matter what time of day it was, that tower would always be casting its dark shadow over something in its vicinity with unwavering dedication.
At the very top of that tower stood a single Pokémon, watching the forest with a stern gaze.
A Tranquill.
He was a bit difficult to pinpoint, given how much his grey feathers fit in with the tower's own dull colors and how he appeared to be the size of a Joltik from Glace's view, but she saw him all the same.
The feeling of familiarity struck her without hesitation. Though she couldn't even see the Tranquill's face from where she stood, she felt she could have recognized him anywhere, no matter the distance between them. Sometime ago, in a memory she could no longer recall, she had met him and the two had made some contact with one another. How and where they had met, Glace didn't know. Glace couldn't find the memory anywhere within her mind.
But she knew why she really felt this way. There was no other explanation when the two lived in separate dimensions.
Glace went to the watchtower's stairway, and then made her way up to the Tranquill. She made sure not to walk too quickly up the steps. She only breathed slowly as she climbed up the tower, ignoring the strong beats of her heart and the shaking in her claws.
This needs to go well, Sonata. This needs to work.
Don't be scared. He'll listen to us.
I didn't listen to you when you dropped that I was a fragment of someone else and that I had to come with you or else everyone would die.
Well no… but I went the wrong way with that whole thing. I really should have talked to you more before telling you all that. I was just really antsy because I saw the tear and…
Glace looked out to the sky to see that the dimensional rip still remained in this dimension's sky. It didn't seem any bigger than it had been the other day however, bringing her some comfort.
What if he refuses to come with us? What do we do then?
Um… we just keep bothering him I guess. Make him get that his dimension and our dimensions aren't going to be around for much longer if he doesn't cooperate. He'd have to understand eventually.
And what if he refuses to believe anything I tell him?
Well I don't think that's really possible for him. I think all the fragments know, deep down, that something isn't right about them. Maybe they don't know it consciously, but once you start pointing out things out, like why they don't know who their parents are or why they feel like they know you even though you've never met, then they start knowing the truth. I mean, I guess they can try to deny it all they want like you were doing, but they know it's true. They might try to attack you though, if my experience with you is anything to go by, so…
We'll see if it won't escalate to that. I'd rather not fight him; I was never a fan of dealing with flying-types. Stealing eggs from their nests was always my least favorite activity. Their talons and beaks leave nasty marks.
It was not long before Glace found herself at the very top of the tower. When she stepped off the stairway and onto the platform, she was quick to note that the Tranquill was no longer staring out into the forest. He now had his stern eyes fixed on her, feathers puffed out just a small amount.
He only stared at her for what couldn't have been more than a second when his eyes suddenly changed. His pupils rapidly dilated so that most of his golden eyes were nothing but black pools before immediately constricting into tiny pinpoints.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked. "You look familiar."
"You might," Glace said nonchalantly. "You're familiar to me as well."
The Tranquill nodded as his pupils returned to their normal size. He unpuffed his feathers as well, but not before flapping his wings once.
"I was wondering why you were coming up here," the Tranquill stated. "No one comes up here except the sentry."
"I came up here because I wanted to talk to you," Glace replied.
"Why's that?"
"Because I think we used to know each other a time ago, maybe before you worked here. I happened to be in the area, and the Monferno at the Guard Guild said I could find you here."
"I see. I do feel that I remember you from somewhere, so perhaps I did know you at one point. Come over here then. It will be easier to talk to you while I work. Perhaps I will remember you if we continue talking."
Glace approached the edge of the platform and stood next to the bird. She put her claws on top of the wall that boxed them into the tower before glancing over at the Tranquill. He didn't seem to be paying attention to her anymore. He only kept his eyes on the forest below, unmoving from his perch.
"So you're a sentry, are you?" Glace asked.
"Yes. I watch this forest every day and write down who wants to enter the city, why, and where they came from," the Tranquill answered.
"And how long do you stay up here?"
"From dawn until dusk every single day."
"And you don't ever get bored of being up here all by yourself, watching this forest all day long?"
The Tranquill didn't say anything. However, he didn't have to. Glace saw him open his beak for a moment before promptly shutting it. She even saw him fidget in place for just a moment.
"There's nothing wrong with being bored up here," Glace said. "I would be bored as well if I had to watch this forest every single day of my life."
Again, the Tranquill said nothing. Glace sighed as she gripped the platform with her claws and looked out into the forest. This small talk was going nowhere. She wasn't even sure if she was doing it correctly. It had been quite a while since she had made idle chatter with another Pokémon like this.
Should we just tell him why we're here? I don't think he's interested in talking.
I'm not sure. There's nothing for us to talk about, but I don't want to alarm him with the information out of nowhere. There has to be a way for me to transition into-
"What's your name, Weavile?" the Tranquill asked, prompting Glace to look back at him. "You never gave me your name and I still can't remember it."
"You're right, I didn't. My name is Glace," she answered simply.
"Glace. Hmm, that name does sound familiar. But I don't remember a Sneasel or Weavile anywhere in my memories. I feel like there was one in my life, but there are no actual memories of one anywhere in my mind. Are you sure that you're not mistaking me for someone else? There are many other Tranquill in this city."
"No, I'm sure you're the right Tranquill. Because you're Yore, aren't you?"
The Tranquill seemed to freeze in place, as if someone had petrified him right then and there. He became so still, in fact, that Glace worried that she could just touch him with one claw, and he would go careening off the watchtower and plummet to his death.
"Your name is Yore, isn't it?" Glace asked again.
"How do you know that name?" the Tranquill asked in a quiet voice.
"Because… that's your name. You told me that was your name."
The Tranquill turned to Glace. He leaned toward her by a small amount and ruffled his back feathers. Glace took a subtle step backwards and kept a close eye on his beak. She knew that posture in birds all too well.
"I don't remember there ever being a Sneasel in my life when I was still called by that name," the Tranquill stated.
"You told me," Glace said in return. "Do you have a different name now?"
"Yes, it's Patience. No one's called me Yore for years."
"Why did you change your name to Patience? Yore is a good name."
The Tranquill's dark expression didn't break. Glace slowly spread out her claws and raised them toward her chest. If this Tranquill actually intended on attacking her, he'd go for her eyes first. That's what all of the flying-types did when they saw a Weavile or Sneasel trying to reach their nest, especially if you were the one who had to distract the flying-types. You had to antagonize them and lead them away from the nest while someone else stole all the eggs. If you weren't careful and didn't retreat quickly enough, they would ram a beak into your eye socket. Glace had seen it a few times.
All those Sneasel falling backwards and screaming as they clutched at their eyes, all while the flying-types flew out of their nest and pecked away at the Sneasel's body…
"I didn't change my name; my guild did in a way."
Glace blinked, and she found herself with Patience once again. He had turned away from her in the time she had been thrust into her gruesome memories and resumed his watch over the forest. She noticed that the borderline malevolent glimmer in his eyes no longer seemed present. She only saw a melancholy dullness, as if his very life essence had been sucked right out of him.
"It's a nickname," Patience went on. "It's what they decided to call me after I stayed as their sentry for so long. No one else has stayed on the shift as long as I have. But I don't mind the name. I don't like to be called Yore anyway. It reminds me of times I prefer not to think about."
The Tranquill released a sigh.
"I'm sorry for how I was acting," he then said. "I'm usually not like that. I'm only not used to someone calling me that name, especially someone I can't remember too well."
"I understand," Glace said as she lowered her claws. "I know what it feels like to not want to remember the past."
The Tranquill nodded. Glace followed his gaze to see that he was no longer watching the forest. He now kept his eye on the dimensional tear looming over the woods. Though it remained quite far from where the two stood, Glace thought she could see something crackling within its chaotic and colorful depths.
She then looked back at Patience. He seemed so serene, so oblivious to what destruction that tear would soon be responsible for. He only watched it the same way Glace might watch the flowing water in a gentle river. She had the strangest feeling he would never understand anything about the tear, even when it tore apart the multiverse. He would never know he could have stopped all of that death if he had just realized who he truly was.
Glace slowly breathed in and flexed her claws.
"Patience, I need to tell you something," she said. "We've never actually met before. You might think we have, but we haven't."
"Why do you say that?" Patience asked. "Earlier you insisted that you had met me before."
"I know I did, but that was because I knew you'd recognize me. The truth is… weren't not actually a Weavile and Tranquill. We're actually fragments of one being that split itself apart a long time ago and got thrown into different dimensions."
Patience said nothing. He didn't seem to freeze up as he had when Glace called him Yore, but the air around him changed and he would open his beak periodically even though he didn't seem to have any intentions of talking.
"Do you see that hole in the sky? That's why I'm here, talking to you," Glace continued. "I don't understand it completely, but that hole is going to get bigger and spread all over the place. It's going to leak into other dimensions until it consumes all of them. Then, it'll collapse all of them and kill everyone living inside the dimensions. Our original self wants to stop that from happening. It wants all of its fragments to merge back together so it can close up that hole.
"And it's not just the two of us; there are more fragments out there. They're all out there in their own dimensions. Maybe some of them know their fragments, maybe some of them are just as oblivious as I was before I saw that tear in the sky. But I need you to come with me so we can stop that tear from destroying everything."
"You say that you want me to come with you," Patience then said, keeping a flat tone. "But what exactly do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I need you to merge with me. You won't disappear, you'll still exist inside my head and you can talk to me all you want, but you won't have your body anymore. You'll become me, in some ways."
Patience nodded, but made no further remarks. Glace wasn't sure what to think of his reaction. She couldn't gauge what he was thinking with how quiet he remained. She almost wished he was more outspoken like Sonata.
"I know it's difficult to believe," Glace then said. "I went through the same. I know it's difficult to want to leave your dimension behind and accept that you're not who you think you are. There's still a number of things about all of this I don't understand. But Patience, I really do need you to come with me. My dimension is going to be destroyed if you don't, and so will yours. Everyone you ever cared about is going to die."
Patience closed his eyes. Glace remained where she was, knowing there was nothing else she could do. She knew that she could perhaps explain everything a bit more, like about the vision she had or that Sonata currently resided inside her head. Perhaps the information would have convinced Patience to come with her more, but she knew it was just as likely to scare him off. She could only share so much information with him at a time. She knew that the information she had already given Patience was sure to make him suffer a small existential crisis.
She could only wait and keep the silence between the two of them.
For a while, all Patience did was continue to watch the dimensional tear with his glazed over expression. He would sometimes gaze down at the forest, presumably to see if anyone wanted to enter the city, but mostly kept his gaze to that otherworldly omen ripping apart the sky.
And then, after what seemed for like an eternity later, he finally brought his gaze back to Glace.
Glace saw herself in the rich gold that was Patience's eyes. She saw everything that she was and everything that she wasn't. She saw the part of herself that lived in this dimension, forced to watch the same forest every single day without end. The part of herself that had lost the willpower and desire to leave behind her monotonous life and go elsewhere.
A complete shell of who she once was and everything she once stood for.
Patience turned away just before the Weavile could lose herself in his eyes.
Then, he opened his wings and flew away.
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Post by girl-like-substance on Mar 11, 2018 18:40:54 GMT
Some interesting hints dropped here about Glace and Sonata's respective pasts, huh. I'm still not convinced that Sonata is trustworthy; when someone who manipulated Glace as easily as she did says that they're not plotting anything sinister, that doesn't quite ring true. Maybe I'm just reading too much into it – or maybe it's a deliberate misdirection, given that it gives Glace's suspicious mind something to lock onto. Anyway, the dynamic between these two is definitely still really interesting, and I'm glad that seeing right the way into one another as they're doing now hasn't had the effect of making the tension between them dissipate.
Those flying-types were certainly very obliging; I honestly didn't really think Glace's investigation at the tower was going to go that smoothly, especially after her rather obvious lies. If I'd been one of the tranquill in question, I can't imagine I'd have come down to be inspected by the suspicious weavile. Possibly people are just nice in Lilac City.
… you know, it explains so much about Sonata to hear that she came from one of the PMD worlds represented by the games. She's got exactly that kind of bubbly, energetic personality that seems so prevalent in those worlds, with their unnecessarily elaborately decorated buildings. I like that that's referenced; it's simultaneously a neat character detail and a cool worldbuilding touch.
You're missing the word 'of' between 'some' and 'her'.
Ending two sentences in a row with 'to her' reads a bit weirdly – maybe reword one of them.
You don't need that apostrophe – it's a plural, not a possessive.
Also, every so often, you've got two blank lines between paragraphs instead of one – it's quite noticeable when you're scrolling through the page. Here are all the ones I noticed:
There might be others that I've missed, though I've tried to be thorough.
Anyway! It looks like Patience is, predictably, not going to be an easy one to win around. Definitely looking forward to seeing how the world's least diplomatic weavile intends to resolve this situation.
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Post by Vulpi on Apr 3, 2018 2:09:33 GMT
IV. Come Back
Patience was gone. Just a short time ago, Glace had been standing on the watchtower with him. She had been attempting a conversation with him before finally giving up and telling him her true reasons for seeing him. He had been listening to her, taking all of the information in silently and with little more response than the occasional nod. Now he was nowhere to be seen. He had flown away, just like that, silently and unceremoniously. The spot he once used as a perch now lay empty. Now only Glace stood atop that watchtower without a single clue of how she wanted to react. He didn't want to merge back together, that much was obvious. He wouldn't have left if he intended to help Glace. But could she have done anything to make it so that he might have wanted to go with her? Was it the small talk? Had she not talked to him enough to make him comfortable around her? She had only spoken to him for a few minutes before she finally cut to the chase, and even then, their conversation wasn't pleasant. She was honestly surprised that he hadn't told her to leave after she brought up his former name. Should she have spent more time with him before revealing his true nature? Should she have pretended to befriend him and spend more time pretending that she wanted to understand him? Should she have invested many days, if not weeks into developing a faux friendship with him so that he would have a reason to listen and perhaps consider helping her? It's too late for that now, Glace. We're just going to have to accept that we messed up with Patience. But maybe we can try what you were thinking with the next fragment we go after.Glace sighed as she rubbed her temples with the blunt side of her claws. I thought you said you wouldn't be responding to my thoughts unless I direct them toward you.
Oh right… sorry. You just sounded like you were really upset about everything and I wanted to let you know that it's okay…
Except that this isn't okay. Patience is gone. We lost this dimension's fragment and we have no idea where he went or if we'll ever see him again.
Well we're probably not going to be able to chase after him, I know that. You'd have to be able to fly if you wanted to ever catch up to him.
Which I can't.
But I don't think that Patience is going to disappear forever. I think we will see him again. In fact, let's wait here a little while and see if he comes back. He's got a job here, doesn't he? And he seems like a really diligent Pokémon who wouldn't abandon his shift all day. I think he'll come back here after a few hours or so. So let's just wait here and see what happens.
Glace looked down into the forest sprawled out before her. She saw no Pokémon emerging from its depths, though she knew that probably wouldn't be for long. There would be an influx of Pokémon that wanted to enter the city in due time. She imagined today was the same as any other day. She then looked behind her to see a piece of paper lying beside a small ink pad. Upon grabbing the paper and looking over it, she saw that there were multiple lines of scrawl upon its surface. But much to her surprise, she found she could read the scrawl. Patience's dimension had the exact same written language as her own dimension. She could clearly read the multiple species listed on that parchment along with a city of origin and reason for visiting the city without any difficulty. I would have thought that this dimension would have had different symbols in their written language.
Well I'm not an expert at dimensions or anything like that, but I think they're the same because some dimensions are really similar to each other. Like my dimension has quite a lot in common with your dimension and Patience's with how your society works. At least, from what I've seen so far. A different dimension doesn't exactly have to mean everything looking really different and weird, like something you'd see after you eat way too many oran berries.
Maybe.
Glace glanced over the information on the paper a couple more times before looking back at the forest. She still didn't see any Pokémon in her sights. I think I'll stay here and wait for Patience, like you said. But I'll do his job for him too, while I'm here. It'll give me something to do while I wait for him.
Really? Even though you thought it was super boring?
It is boring, but someone needs to do this. I have a feeling that Patience's supervisor won't be pleased once he sees an incomplete list. I don't want his supervisor to be upset with him.
Aww. That's really nice of you to take his place. I didn't know you could be so sweet.Glace ignored the remark and sat down and peered through the gaps of the barricade surrounding the watchtower's pinnacle. She still didn't see any Pokémon, but didn't avert her gaze this time. Eventually someone would appear, and she would have to question them. It would be easy though. She just needed to ask where they had come from and why they were visiting. Then if she deemed them safe, she would allow them into the city and write down their answers to her questions along with their species name. It seemed simple. She couldn't help but wonder why Patience never wrote down the names of any of the Pokémon, however. She knew that there had to be multiple amounts of a single species in the city at a time. Names would certainly make it easier to verify who exactly was in the city, and this wasn't a dimension where Pokémon only went by their species name. Patience was proof of that. Maybe writing names was useless. Maybe the ones at the Guard Guild knew that anyone could use a fake name. Or maybe it was just like in Glace's dimension where someone was allowed to change their name every time they evolved. Tracking down Pokémon through names would be pointless in that case. Perhaps the species name and their supposed last location was enough to keep track of all the Pokémon entering the city. You couldn't change your species that easily unless you were a Ditto or of the Zoroark line, and even then, there were always hints. Rarely could Ditto ever get every single detail about a Pokémon correct. They would always have something off about their forms, like an Oddish with tan leaves or Bulbasaur without spots on its forehead. The Zorua were similar in that they always kept their tail in all their forms, no matter how hard they tried. So if a Pokémon refused to let you see their backs, they were probably a Zorua in disguise. It was the Zoroark that were the most tricky. They could perfectly replicate any form they saw, right down to their voice. It was quite possible to never know you were talking to a Zoroark when they wanted to deceive you. However, there was one way to know if you were speaking with a Zoroark. One reliable way that Glace's clan leaders had taught her. Their shadows would never change. If you ever had even the slightest of suspicions that were talking to a Zoroark in disguise, all you had to do was peer at their shadow and you would see their true form in that dark outline. Of course, the Zoroark knew this as well, so they stayed out of brightly lit areas where the sun might cast their shadow. They stayed in the shade of trees, in the dark corners of the streets, and inside buildings where the sun couldn't hit them. So if you ever saw a Pokémon that refused to come out into the light or stayed far away from any illuminating orbs in the night, then they were probably a Zoroark. Of course, Glace had never met a Zoroark. They never seemed to live anywhere near where her clan ventured to nor did any ever live in Granite Town. So for all she knew, everything her clan leaders was a lie. But she highly doubted that. They had been correct with everything else they had taught about species and how to treat them. "Never let a Raticate's teeth anywhere near you. If one of them ever bites your claw, you might never be able to use that claw again. Strike it from above if you ever hunt one down."
"Lone Litleo are never to be bothered. They are usually alone because they're preparing to become Pyroar. They may even evolve when you fight one. Run away if this happens. You will slowly burn to death if you stay."
"Grumpig are nothing to be intimidated by. They can't enter your mind and manipulate you. However, don't bother coating your claws in ice; their body fat protects them from the cold."
Hey, I think I see someone, Glace.
Glace peered at the forest's entrance with squinted eyes. As it turned out, Sonata was right. There was a tall, elegant Pokémon of green and white emerging from the forest and making its way to the city. Glace only had to study it for a few seconds to know what it was. One of the dojo instructors had been the very same species. "Gardevoir, why are you coming to this city and where did you come from before?" Glace called down. Glace had to pause after she finished yelling. It felt wrong to be yelling so loudly, to speak anything above a borderline monotone. She couldn't remember the last time she had to yell like that. When the moment passed, Glace brought her attention back to the Gardevoir to find that it had stopped. It now looked up at her, watching her with its red eyes that contrasted so greatly with the rest of its face. "You're not that Tranquill that's normally here," the Gardevoir spoke plainly in a surprisingly male voice. "No, Patience isn't here right now," Glace returned. "I'm filling in his shift." "I see. Well good for you for doing that. He needs a break. His thoughts always sounded so dreary whenever I saw him up there." "Why do you want to come he-" "Yes, you want to know why I'm here. I won't say anything more. I'm a resident of Lilac City. My name is Ryle and I just returned from a visit to Rose Village." Glace studied the Gardevoir further. From her distance, she couldn't tell much about him. She wanted to believe that he was telling the truth and that it was okay to let him into the city, but Glace didn't know for sure. She couldn't see any flicker in his eyes from so far up or a resistance to put his arms behind his back. Just let him in. He's okay.
You don't know that.
Nah, he's okay. I've seen a lot of shady Pokémon thanks to a lot of enemy base infiltrations. He's not a bad Pokémon. You can let him go.
"Fine, you can go inside the city," Glace decided. "Thanks." Glace watched the Gardevoir go past the watchtower and kept an eye on him until he made his way into the city. He didn't do anything noteworthy throughout his entire stroll, only walking at a steady, lax pace, as if he didn't have a single care in the world. When the Gardevoir disappeared into the city, Glace took out the paper lying on the ground near her and wrote down all of his information right below Patience's last entry. Afterwards, she set the paper down and resumed her watch over the forest. After several minutes passed and not a single Pokémon emerged from the forest, Glace brought her gaze up to the sky. She could still see the dimensional hole tearing through the endless blue, its ethereal mass twisting and slithering around with such vigor. She couldn't help but wonder why the colors within the tear hadn't spilled out into the dimension, consuming the forest with its eldritch taint. That had happened in Sonata's dimension already, if her hypothesis proved to be correct, and that tear had been in the sky of this dimension for a few days now. Glace didn't understand why there didn't seem to be any anomalies occurring in this dimension if so. She supposed it didn't matter in the end, however. All she needed to care about was Patience. He was her only reason for being in this dimension. She didn't have anything else to be concerned with in this dimension. At least, not anything at the moment. There was the fact that this dimension would collapse if she didn't convince all of her other selves to join with her, but she didn't need to worry about that now. She couldn't. She had a feeling that she was nowhere close to finding all of the fragments. She couldn't worry when she was nowhere close to reaching her goal. Glace brought her gaze back to the forest. She still saw no one amongst the sea of trees, nothing to stand out amongst the seemingly endless green and brown. He has to hate this job. He has to. He can't enjoy sitting here all day.
I'm pretty sure nobody likes this job. I know the sentry at this one guild I visited a couple times found it boring even though he never said anything. He hated floating below the ground, waiting for Pokémon to recite this poem so he could let them inside.
But why wouldn't he go with me? He's stuck here in this job; I know he is. I offered him a way out from this boring job, but he still rejected me.
Probably has something to do with the fact that you said he'd lose his body if he went with you… I don't think a lot of Pokémon would be willing to go along with that, no matter how unhappy they are with their life situation.
I shouldn't have told him that. I should have only said I needed him to come with me and that I could give him the freedom he wants. I should have convinced him to leave this dimension and then tell him what I really need him to do.Glace still couldn't believe she had told him everything after such a pitiful amount of small talk. She could have done more to make him more comfortable around her and prone to believing the earth-shattering information she had to drop on him. After all, she remembered her encounter with Sonata and how poorly it turned out. She knew she couldn't replicate that if she wanted any chance of success. She had to be cautious about how to approach the fragments with the truth about who they really were. It should have been easy. She knew how to be cautious. She knew how to strategize and follow a plan carefully, no matter what unexpected events could ensue. She had done it too many times in her clan days. She diligently followed the plans she gave to her clan mates when was old enough to lead the hunts, no matter what happened. Even if her teammates fled when the Gogoat they were hunting suddenly struck two of them and knocked them out instantly, she remained committed to the plan. And yet, when she saw how apathetically Patience gazed at the dimensional tear and how oblivious he truly was to the destruction it would bring, she couldn't resist. She couldn't stop herself from telling him everything. Why? Why had she done that? Glace stared out into the empty forest for a long moment, taking in the lulling green. It wasn't long before it began to grate on her, sending waves of discomfort through her body that made it almost impossible for her to sit still. She needed to leave. She couldn't stay up here. The more she stayed here, the more her mind would wallow in those self-loathing thoughts. It was the consequence of having to perform a task that involved low stimulus; your mind wandered. It would think of anything it could while you stayed chained down to the job until you could go home. It craved excitement, craved stimuli. So when it didn't have anything to focus on and process such as a hunt or a fellow Pokémon's conversation, it would delve within itself. It would ponder and it would analyze anything it could find deep within the subconscious, and it would bring up thoughts that you didn't know you had. Sometimes this led to good; Glace knew this was the foundation of meditation. Through isolating your mind from everything else except itself, you could find thoughts within yourself that held answers to dilemmas that might currently be plaguing your life. But not always. Sometimes the mind would uproot the thoughts buried deep in the darkness that you kept there because you didn't know how to face them. It would bring them into the light and force you to view them. Once you saw them, you couldn't escape from them. Your mind wouldn't put those dreary thoughts back into your subconscious so swiftly. It would keep them at the front of your mind, not knowing what else to do. Maybe it wanted the stimuli it received once you saw these thoughts. Maybe it was the mind's way of forcing you to confront these thoughts you feared so greatly. Glace had never bothered to understand it; she had never been fully interested in the strange workings of the mind. But she did know she wanted to leave. She knew that if she left the watchtower right now, she could escape from these thoughts. She could find something else for her mind to focus on. Performing Patience's sentry duty did nothing to help her, possibly even making her situation worse with how she couldn't even complete any of her thoughts. And yet, she knew she couldn't leave. She knew Sonata spoke the truth; Patience would be back. He seemed far too diligent to abandon his post for too long. He latched his everything to this job even though she knew he hated it. She needed to stay here and wait. She needed to keep doing Patience's job even though it didn't offer her mind much to think about. He would come back soon. He had to.
Patience had long left Lilac City by the time his wings ached. He had flown past the great forest he was to tasked to watch every day, the mountains in the far horizon, and the valley that sat behind them. He had even sailed over all of the neighboring cities in the vicinity, including Daffodil Town, the one furthest from Lilac City. Now Patience found himself gliding over a lake as clear and as brilliant as crystal. Birch trees sprouted all around it, surrounding it and casting their yellow leaves onto its surface whenever a strong gust blew. Their leaves drifted about the lake lackadaisically, only rushing through the water whenever they landed in the river that bled directly into the lake. Rocks protruded out of the water along the lake's edge, collecting so much moss and leaves around their mass that they took on a greenish hue with only specks of grey to be seen in the gleaming light of the afternoon sun. But what Patience noticed most about the lake was how quiet it was. Even though he could see the red outlines of Magikarp swimming just beneath the water's surface and the Eevee with its Leafeon mother resting beneath a birch near the lake's edge, they didn't make any sounds. They didn't even notice him flying so high above. The Tranquill settled himself in the highest branch he could find. Once he wrapped his talons around the white bark and folded his wings back into his body, he gazed out at the sun. He saw how its light glistened on the lake's surface, shimmering and sparkling like a diamond. He felt he could bask in the sight all day, the radiance never blinding him no matter its brilliance. But he knew he had to get back to Lilac City before sunset. He couldn't avoid his sentry duty forever. It was already bad enough that he had abandoned his post. The guild wouldn't like to that. They probably wouldn't be too harsh because he was such an outstanding sentry, but they would still be upset and scold him. They would no longer see him as the epitome of a perfect sentry. They would always remember him as the Tranquill that abruptly flew away in the middle of his shift for seemingly no explainable reason. No one would ever look at him the same way ever again. He would no longer be deemed as reliable. He would become a disappointment. The very thought of that made Patience's innards twist and turn in on themselves. And yet, while the very thought of letting down his guild did irk him, there was another thought that fervently worked to dominate his concerns. It was the very reason he had flown away in the first place. He was a fragment of someone whole. That was the Weavile had called him; a splintered soul in the form of a Tranquill. And not only that, but if he didn't go with her, then the strange anomaly in the sky would destroy his dimension. She had dumped all of that on him at once, as if trying to shatter his entire perception of life and fling him into an existential crisis. Everything she had stated sounded completely ludicrous and something only a lunatic would ramble on about. There was absolutely no reason to believe anything she had said. After all, how could they possibly be the same being when they had nothing in common? He was a Tranquill, a creature of the sky and she a Weavile, a creature of the land. What kind of entity split itself apart into two very different Pokémon? Not only that, but she had offered no proof to their supposed connection. She hadn't shown him her dimension and she most certainly hadn't explained who their original self was. She had known Patience's true name, a name no one knew him by anymore, but she really could have been someone from his fading childhood memories. It was most certainly more plausible than her being another version of himself. And yet, her words had been brimming with a frightening amount of clarity. Her words had been like the first gust of wind that he had caught under his wings. He remembered how he had finally grasped the concept to use his wings and tail in unison to take off after a whole day of struggling. Once had done that, the wind had swept him off his feet and brought him into the air. It carried him above his beaming parents, above the hay roofing of his home, above the Noctowl's nest in the knot of a tree near his neighbor's home, and above the hills sitting behind the town. It brought him higher and higher, pulling him out of gravity's hold. It was at that moment that he finally saw the spaciousness of the world for the very first time. All of the Pokémon that once towered over him became the size of Joltik. The buildings that took so long to venture through had become like the seeds he snacked on throughout the day. The ancient trees that that had survived countless fires and seemed to pierce the sky became nothing more than the mere twigs that Patience often saw feral flying-types make their nests with. Everything, no matter how monumental it might seem from the ground, was completely insignificant in the end. Everything that stood on the planet was nothing more than a single stone in the great and beautiful mosaic that Patience knew to be the entire world. That Weavile, just like the wind on that day so long ago, had forcibly thrown out all of his previous beliefs about life and crammed all of this disorienting new information down into his mind without a single care of what would happen to him afterwards. If he was a fragment, then many murky aspects about himself he could never fully grasp suddenly became alarmingly clear. For instance, why had he never bothered to search out for his true parents? He had known for quite some time that his caregivers were not the ones that hatched him. Neither one of them had been an Unfezant and they had even told him quite early in his childhood that was adopted. He should have felt a longing to understand his origins, to know why he had been in that forest all alone, his parents nowhere to be seen. But he hadn't. He had never found it within himself to wonder who had created his egg. It never seemed important to him. If he was a fragment, then it all made sense. Of course he never would have cared to find his parents; he never had any in the first place. He lacked that innate desire all sentient creatures craved to understand where they had come from and why they existed in the first place. Then there was the fact that he couldn't remember the last time he felt intensely emotional and passionate about anything. He of course enjoyed adventuring when he was younger. He could still remember how much his heart soared with him as he flew over the land and took in all the beauty of the world. But when he could no longer be that adventurer and doomed his life to that of a sentry, he never found it within himself to leave his position. He knew he could have. Every time he woke up, he knew that he could tell the guild that he wanted to stop being their sentry and move onto other ventures in life. They would have been distraught and surely miss him, but they would have let him go. They couldn't force him to continue something he no longer wanted to commit to. And yet, he never did. He never found it within himself to quit. Though his days filled with banality and the years slipped by so swiftly, he never felt the overwhelming need to leave his position. He couldn't muster any sort of energy to quit and become the adventurer he had cherished being in his youth. If he truly was nothing more than a piece of a whole, then perhaps it all made sense. Maybe he was missing a crucial part of himself. After all, when he stood on that watchtower every single day, why did he never think of anything more than what he saw directly before him? Why did his mind never wander to places far beyond, or even to the very skies that his kind belonged to? Why did he no longer feel a rush when he spread his wings and soared through the blue yonder? Why did everything he eat, whether it be the plain seeds he bought from the market or the exquisitely prepared Clauncher served at the finest of restaurants, seem to be nothing but mass to stop the growling of his stomach? And why, when he looked out at this beautiful lake and saw how marvelously the sun shined down upon the water, could he not appreciate any of it? Why did it not feel any different than gazing out into that forest? Patience ruffled his feathers and closed his eyes. He slowly breathed in and out, all while focusing on the blurry red that was the back of his eyelids. All of the questions brewing within his mind slowly settled down, softening from loud, rowdy thoughts to muffled whispers, and then finally to silence. He took a moment to appreciate the quiet that was now his mind. And then, he asked himself the question he had been too afraid to answer for far too many years. Was he happy?
Glace's day had been quite long. There had been about twenty Pokémon in the entire time she had taken on the sentry duty, all of which were fairly easy Pokémon to recognize. There had been a Tangrowth that wanted to visit his grown hatchlings after not seeing them for a few years. There had been an entire group of Jumpluff that were there for a great party of sorts for many wind-travelling enthusiasts such as Drifblim and other Jumpluff. Then there had been a Smeargle who claimed to be a traveling artist who came to sell a few paintings he had on hand. The list went on, but they all had one thing in common; there was nothing to suspect about any of the Pokémon. Not a single one of them seemed shady according to Sonata and so they were granted access to Lilac City after a quick exchange of information. Glace didn't even think she had said more than thirty words to any of them. Now it was nearly sunset, and Patience still hadn't returned to the watchtower. Glace rubbed at her eyes with the back of her claws and resisted a yawn. Her muscles felt stiff from sitting at the edge of the tower for so long and yet her brain buzzed with antsy energy. She couldn't wait to get up and leave that tower after being stuck there for so long. However, she didn't know if she could actually leave the tower. After all, she didn't know where else Patience would appear. She didn't know where he lived. She knew she could ask his guild where his home lay, but they might not tell her where he lived. After all, they would have known that she had seen him. Surely she could have asked him herself where he lived, so why would she bother asking them for the location of his home? The watchtower was the best place she could find him. Still, did that mean she had to sleep at the tower if she ever wanted to find him? It didn't seem particularly comfortable to lie on hard metal the entire night. Patience will come back, won't he? I don't want to wait here all night for him.
I hope he does. I mean, he hasn't come back yet and that doesn't look good but… I mean, what else can we do?
Maybe we really should go ask his guild where he lives. Maybe we can make up an excuse that he wasn't feeling very talkative because he was working and we wanted to visit him when he's not so busy.
I think that might work, yeah. But let's just wait until it gets dark. You know, give him one last chance and everything.
Yeah, alright.Glace knew that the sun would set in just a few moments, so she wouldn't have to wait too long for Patience to come back. She could tolerate that much time even after how utterly mind-numbing her entire day had been on that tower. The Weavile gazed at the mountains so far beyond her reach and watched the way their shadows dipped into the forest as the sun set behind them. She could see the shadows slowly stretching toward her, as if they wanted to wrap her up in their grasp. One second, she saw the calming darkness settling over the forest. And then the next second, the massive shadows turned into an entire sea of ghost-types. There had to be hundreds of them, all packed more tightly together than a school of Remoraid. It was almost impossible to distinguish each ghost from another with how all of their bodies held the same shade of insidious ebony. Glace quickly stood up. Sonata, what is that?
Sonata didn't respond. Glace saw the ghosts encroaching toward her frail tower like a great tsunami, their otherworldly eyes shining with a brilliant light that could have held the very sun behind them. Wait. Are those the ghosts I saw in that one memory of yours?
The ghosts flooded into the tower. Glace backed away from the sight and raised her claws. She could only watch as more and more creatures descended into the tower. They wasted no time in surrounding her completely, circling her like a pack of Houndoom around a hapless Eevee. She felt the temperature drop several degrees as they surrounded her. And though the cold normally couldn't affect her, she felt her entire body shudder. She felt her stomach twist itself into a knot and her heart beat so fast she was sure it would leap out of her chest. Sonata!
The ghosts wasted no time in bombarding her. They flooded into her sight, bleeding their taint into her vision so that she could no longer see anything but an abysmal black that offered no hint of salvation. Sonata! Answer me!
Oh! Gah, I didn't know you were seeing this!
The darkness abruptly vanished. No longer did Glace find herself surrounded by hundreds of demonic creatures that had surely intended to steal her soul. Now she only found herself on the lonely watchtower, the only darkness being the shadows deep within the forest. And even then, they were the harmless, innocent shadows that brought no harm to anyone. Most certainly not those unsettling ghost types. Glace took in a few, raspy breaths before rubbing her eyes. When she opened them again, she still found that there were no ghost-types. Whatever they were, they were gone now. Just what was that, Sonata? Don't worry, it's not real. It's not real… they're not coming back or anything. They don't live in this dimension…
But what just happened? What was I seeing?
A um… a memory of mine.
Glace sat back down before holding her head in her claws. She rubbed at her temples with her claws. It didn't feel like a memory. I actually felt those ghosts around me.
Well it was a pretty bad and scary memory. It felt real to me too. And seeing that huge shadow and the sun setting behind those mountains… well it just reminded me a lot of what happened all those years ago.Sonata, what exactly were those things? Tell me what I just saw.
They're… well, I actually don't know what they are. But in my dimension, those things come out the second the sun sets and they go around and they… they hurt people all night long. Not physically, usually, but like they'll mess up your mind. Like this one guy lost the wall between his conscious and subconscious so he constantly has all these crazy thoughts in his head. And then someone else lost the ability to feel any happiness at all. And then someone else has these constant nightmares about being killed by these Hydreigon over and over again in the worst ways possible. And the only way you can hide from them is to find shelter. They won't follow you inside a house or a burrow for some reason.
And they come out every night?
Yeah. Every night for a long time.
That sounds terrifying. I can't imagine not being able to go out at night.
Well, it's how it is where I am. Nobody can really do anything about it. My guild was trying to find a way to get rid of them but we haven't had any luck so far. But maybe they figured something out after I left…
And I imagine that you had an encounter with them at some point?
Sonata wouldn't respond. Glace could practically feel her shifting uncomfortably within her mind. It felt very similar to something crawling under Glace's skin, something that Glace forced herself to ignore. Is this why you didn't want to leave your dimension for a while?
… The ghosts weren't the only problem we had there, but they were a big part of it. I was a big help with getting rid of them. Maybe not as big as some other people I know in all those guilds… but still pretty big. Downf… I mean, my leader trusted me with a lot, and he was a very important guy.
You don't have to hide his name, you know.
I know. But I don't want to think about him if I can help him. Leaving him was one of the hardest things I had to do, and I've done some crazy, near impossible missions for him.For just a moment, Glace felt a painful twisting in her chest. However, before she could clutch at it, the feeling faded, and she felt empty. She couldn't even feel the panic that had taken over her when the hallucination manifested itself. Every emotion that truly belonged to Sonata had completely vanished. But anyway, I'm sorry about that. I was okay before with it being night here since the whole sky wasn't filled with those ghosts and there was plenty of light, but just actually seeing the sun setting and having it look so similar to what happened before… I guess you can say it was too much for me. If I was still in my dimension, the psychics would probably label me as having The Unforgotten.
Glace only sighed deeply in response. It had been quite a while since she had been that frightened. However, she didn't entirely regret the experience. She had learned more about Sonata thanks to it after all. Perhaps not too much, and it was more an elaboration on information she had already known about, but it was something. Even still, she couldn't help but ponder over how very real that memory had felt. She could still remember those ghosts' dreadful chill seeping into her body and the brilliance of her eyes. It was more vivid than most of her dreams. Why was that? Was Sonata's assimilation allowing her access to more than just the Noivern's thoughts? "You're still here." Glace looked over at her side to find yet another surprise awaited her. It took her a moment to make sure that she wasn't having yet another hallucination. There, perched on the very edge of the watchtower, stood a very familiar Tranquill. His expression seemed as bland as always. "Patience," Glace said as she slowly stood up. "You're back." "Yes, this tower is where I perform my sentry duties," he stated simply. "I couldn't leave it forever. Apparently you didn't leave after I did though." "No, I didn't. But I got all of the Pokémon that came by while you were gone. I wrote them down on that piece of paper you use. So your supervisor won't be upset. I imagine he won't even realize you were gone." "You didn't have to do that." "I know I didn't. But I did it anyway." "I see. Well thank you for taking over my shift while I was gone. I appreciate that." Patience fluttered down to the paper Glace spoke of and gazed down at it. Glace could see him subtlety moving his head as he read through the lines, occasionally nodding to himself. He didn't seem the least bit bothered that Glace was there with him despite what had happened earlier that day. There was no stiffness in his posture and not a single feather on his body seemed puffed out. Even his wings remained comfortably tucked into his body. "You did a good job," Patience stated as he continued to glance through the paper. "You even followed my format. " "Thanks," Glace said. Silence fell over them once again. Glace could feel her heart beating in her chest now. She knew what she needed to say to Patience. She needed him to understand that he needed him to come with her to the other dimension and stop the destruction that would soon to ensue. But she didn't know how she was supposed to do that. How was she supposed to convince him to abandon everything he ever cared about and go with her to retrieve their other selves? How was she supposed to change his mind when he clearly wasn't on board with the idea before? What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to correct her mistake and help him understand how much she needed him? What options do I have? What can I say to him that-"I thought about what you said earlier with us being fragments of someone else," Patience said, still keeping his eyes on the paper below him. "Oh… you did," Glace said after a short pause. "Yes. I thought about everything while I was away. It was a lot to think about it, but I feel that I understand everything better now." "And what do you think?" Patience lifted his gaze and brought it over to Glace. She noticed that there was something different in his eyes. In the light of the fading sun, she no longer saw a dull, empty shell of a Pokémon. A vague sort of somberness glimmered in those eyes. "Everything you said, even though it sounds almost impossible to believe, makes quite a bit of sense to me," he replied. "If I can be honest, I've always felt that there was something missing in my life. Some integral part of my being that I never had. I never felt miserable or anything like that, but there was something that I lacked that I should have had. And after everything you told me, I finally figured out what it was. "I was missing the drive to do what I wanted. I always did whatever anyone told me to do, never once thinking about myself. I became patient because I never felt the need to assert myself and go do what makes me happy. I relied on everyone's expectations for me to live. I thought that by doing what everyone else wanted and by not disappointing them… I'd have a good life." The Tranquill sighed deeply and shook his head. "But the truth is, that never made me happy," Patience went on. "Doing what I'm told to do for everyone else's sake… doing things because that's just how I should be… I never should have expected to be happy with any of that. But I went with it because I couldn't find it inside myself to fight back. And if I really am a fragment like you say… well then maybe that would explain why I never could fight back. Maybe one of the other fragments took that part of me with them." "So you do believe what I told you then," Glace replied. "Yes, I think so. I still have trouble believing a few things, but maybe they'll make sense in time. But for now, I do think that you and I really were one being at one point. When I look at you, I do admit that I see something very familiar that reminds me of myself, even if I can't quite grasp what it is." "It's alright. You don't have to understand everything completely. Even I don't. We can only keep moving forward and try to understand everything piece by piece." The Tranquill nodded. However, he only shared a gaze with Glace for a moment longer before he abruptly broke off their stare and fixed his gaze onto a tree to her side. Glace could see him scratching at the metal ground with his talons. "If I can be honest, I think the part that I don't understand the most and what made me doubt you… well, it's the fact that you're a girl and I'm a boy," Patience stated hesitantly. "It didn't sit well with me for a number of reasons…" Glace couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought. She couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed the one major difference between her and Patience before. Of course he had a difficult time believing that they were one being when that was so. Their physical appearances vastly differed in more ways than one. How did she honestly not pay attention to that? Why hadn't she found it to be a problem? Sonata had explicitly said Patience was a male long before they went after him, and yet she had accepted the information with no issue whatsoever. She had never considered that just maybe Patience would find that to be an uncomfortable thought. "I guess you're right," Glace replied. "Well honestly, I don't know why we're different in that way. But then again, I don't know why all of us look so different in the first place. Weavile and Tranquill are nothing alike." "I suppose that's true," Patience stated simply. "I don't know why I found the species contrast more acceptable than what I mentioned earlier. It was a silly difference to be doubted by, honestly." "It's fine. I think your thoughts were valid. I wish I could tell you why we're so different, but I really don't know why myself. And I have a feeling that our other selves are going to be even more different than the both of us. It makes you wonder what our old self was thinking when it split us up." "Maybe our original self thought it would be an amusing thing for us to react to when we found each other." "I don't see how it would be amusing. If anything, it would make it even more difficult for each other to believe one another and merge back together. If we were all male or all female it would be easier to believe that we're all one being, even if we're all different species. But if some of us are male and some of us are female, I can imagine some of the other fragments might have a difficult time believing everything." "Well, maybe our original self was just a massive jerk who did all of this to make assimilating each other even more difficult. Maybe the dimensions aren't even falling apart; maybe it split itself up in such a complicated and contrived way so that it can laugh at how we all react to each other." This time Patience laughed. It was quiet and he mostly kept it under his breath, but Glace could hear a genuine laugh escape from his beak. Glace couldn't help but smile at the sight. Well at least he's got a good attitude about this whole thing. Who knew he could be so light-hearted when he seemed so dead inside? I guess that goes to show that nobody is actually who they appear to be.
I don't think it's that, Sonata.
Oh? What do you think it is?
I think that he always had the potential to be this way. I feel he could have always been a cheerful Tranquil . However, one of us fragments took that from him. When our old self split apart, we took that ability for him to be this way. So, I think that right now…
… He's finally becoming whole.
That's what I think, yeah. I don't know for certain, but that's the impression I get right now.
Well it would make sense. He did say that he felt like some part of him was missing. Maybe by being around us, he's getting that part of himself back.
Patience stopped laughing and brought his eyes back to Glace. She noticed that a bright, hopeful light now glimmered in his eyes. "You told me that you wanted me to come with you to find the other fragments," Patience then stated. "Well, I've thought about it as well, and I think I'd be quite fine with that." "Really?" Glace asked, barely able to resist shooting him a bemused glare. "I would appreciate that, but you do understand what that means if you come with me, don't you?" "Yes, that I'll be leaving this dimension behind and that I'll never see it again. I understand that part completely. And I don't mind it either. I'm fine with leaving behind this life I never actually enjoyed and going with you to the other dimensions. I'll almost be like the adventurer I always wanted to be if I help you find the others." "So you understand. Alright. In that case, if you do want to help me, then-" "However, I did want you to answer a question before I do go with you. If you can answer them truthfully, then I'll help you find the others." "Alright, I can do that. What do you want to ask me?" "Who were we before we split apart?" It took a moment for Glace to process what he had just asked. She should have anticipated the question, but for some reason, she hadn't. Or rather, she didn't think that he would actually ask her the question so bluntly. "I don't know," she answered cautiously. "I saw whoever it was in a vision, but I couldn't tell who it was. It was shrouded in shadow. It talked to me, but it wouldn't show me what it looked like." "I see," Patience replied quietly. "Is there anything you do know about it?" "Not much I'm afraid. I only know that it had to be very strong if it was able to split itself up into all of us. I imagine it was a deity of sorts. I can't imagine a mortal Pokémon being able to make all of us." "And you really don't know why it split itself up into all of us either?" "No, I don't. I don't know why it made all of us when it needs to be whole in order to stop the dimensions from collapsing on each other. I imagine there was a good reason, but I don't know it at the moment. I'm hoping it will make more sense as I find the others." Patience nodded, but said nothing more. Glace knew that nothing she had said sounded all that convincing, but she had truthfully spoken everything she thought. It wasn't as though she could lie to Patience either; once she assimilated him, he'd know everything inside her mind. He'd be able to see all of her memories and thoughts at will and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. She could only hope that the ambiguity of their situation didn't scare him off, despite him promising to go with her regardless. The Tranquill kept the silence between them for a moment longer, and then finally made his way toward Glace until he stood right before her. Glace had to resist backing away from him. She didn't like his sharp beak being so near to her. "Thank you for your answers. I have nothing else to ask you," he told her. "Did you have anything you wanted to do before we go?" Glace asked. "No, I'm fine. Admittedly I could tell my guild that I'm leaving and won't be returning... but I can't seem to muster up the courage to tell them that. I still don't want to appear as a disappoint to them. So I can only hope they'll come to understand my decision once they realize I'm missing." "They will, just like the ones who knew me in my own dimension. And if not, they will learn to move on and accept your decision. You won't be a disappointment to them. No one ever stays in one place for the rest of their lives. Everyone has to leave one day." Patience nodded, but not without some hesitance. He paused for a moment, gazing at something over Glace's shoulder, and then took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm ready to go with you now to the other dimensions and become our old self," he said. "I hope that in finding our other selves, we'll figure out who our old self was and why it made all of us. I really don't want to go into this blindly without understanding our old self." An iridescent light suddenly washed over the Tranquill's body. Glace watched as it completely consumed his entire being, taking his avian shape and reducing it to a blob of ethereal energy that shifted its shape and form with every second so that it had no discernable shape. It wasted no time in merging with her, seeping into her body and becoming one with her soul. However, unlike when she had assimilated Sonata into her being, Glace didn't feel a terrible pain shoot through her skull. Though Patience's essence sent a shudder down her spine for just a moment, it didn't hurt her in the slightest. There was no darkness to fill her vision, no tears to be shed, and no strange visions to fill her mind. If anything, the experience felt oddly comforting, as if she had eaten a dozen oran berries after being famished for many days and nights. The feeling did disappear after every bit of Patience disappeared from the watchtower and went into her soul, but much to her surprise, she wasn't left completely empty. She felt Patience's presence within her, a great mass of relentless energy becoming one with her mind and soul. And as he became her, giving her his everything that he ever was and ever could be, she felt a great power rise out of the depths of her heart. A power that made her feel as though she could sprout wings right there and take off into the sky. Glace grinned from ear to ear as she reveled in this wonderful feeling, this newfound strength that she had never known existed within herself. She could feel all of her muscles jittering with her other self's energy as they became one. So this is what I was missing out on this entire time. This is was what I used to be… no, just a fraction of it! If I would have had this power before, I could have been the amazing leader I was supposed to be. I could have been everything that I ever wanted to be…
Now hold on Glace, don't go all power crazy right now. The last thing I want you to do is let this all go to your head. So let's just calm down and remember why we're finding all the fragments in the first place.
… We need to find everyone to become whole and stop the multiverse from destroying itself…
Right. Exactly.
… Right.Glace took in a deep breath, calming her nerves and soothing the rampant energy coursing through her. Though she still could feel her newfound power rushing through her veins, she forced herself to ignore it. She couldn't let it overwhelm her. She had a job to do, a duty that she promised Patience and Sonata she would fulfill. She stared down at her claws as she slowly curled them into her palms. Patience, are you there?
I think so. I'm not entirely sure what to make of being inside your mind and no longer having a body, but I can hear you at least. And please, call me Yore.
If you say so, Yore. How do you feel?
I'm not entirely sure how I feel. I don't feel anything in this strange place that's your soul. I can't move, I can't breathe, and I can only see your claws… but it doesn't feel unpleasant at the same time.
Oh don't worry about that, you'll get used to it! Just give it a few hours or so and this place will feel like a second home to you.
An uncomfortable shiver ran through Glace's core. Glace held herself as she waited for the feeling to pass. It took far longer than she had anticipated. … You're another fragment living inside Glace.
Yeah! I'm Sonata. I met Glace before she met you. I'm the reason she knows all about the fragments in the first place. I told her all about our old self and how to find you and everything. You can say that I'm her guide.
So you are… is there anyone else here?
Nah, we're the only ones here. You were the very first fragment Glace went to go find. But if things go well with the rest of the fragments, then we won't be the only ones for long. Speaking of which, Glace, I think it's time we go find our next fragment.
Right now?
Yeah! I mean, we're on a roll here! We got Yore with almost no problems. We shouldn't take a break when we're doing so well.
I'd say that there were a few problems…
Well he still agreed to come with us without trying to hurt us and without being gone for too long, so I'd say we did a great job.
You two thought I was going to hurt you? Glace, is that why you were raising your claws like that when I was glaring at you?
Yes, Yore. It wasn't anything personal however. I only have had a number of unpleasant encounters with flying types and whenever any of you seem even remotely ready to attack me, I get on edge.
I wouldn't have hurt you though. I honestly haven't fought anyone in a single day in my life.
I didn't know that when I first met you.
Well anyway you guys. I think we should get out of this dimension. We don't really have anything left to do here. We should go to our next fragment. I already have a good Pokémon in mind. I get this weird feeling that she'll be tough to talk to… but I think we'll be okay.
You want to find another girl fragment. Are you certain that I'm not the only boy fragment?
Oh don't worry, I'm sure! There's like… five other guys. But don't worry; we'll go after some of them soon. I just think that this fragment I have in mind is our best bet right now. It's this gut instinct, you know?
I'm afraid I don't, but you seem knowledgeable about this, so I won't bother trying to argue. It is relieving that there are other male fragments however.
Yeah, no need to worry Yore. No need to worry about anything at all. All you need to worry about is if Glace is going to go dimension hop or not right now.Glace chuckled a little. She could practically feel Sonata's tension building within her, growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment. It made her head spin and she found she could no longer hear any of her selves' words. Glace was sure that if she didn't decide soon, all of that pressure might explode within her and send Sonata and Yore flying right out of her soul. What an amusing thought. Alright, let's get going. Tell me where to go, Sonata.
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Post by girl-like-substance on Apr 3, 2018 12:50:23 GMT
Well, it looks like the world's (worlds'?) least diplomatic weavile turned things around, huh. Although of course this change of heart has much more to do with Patience himself than it does with Glace. Good to see that Glace is learning something from all this to make the next time go smoother, though – I'll be interested to see exactly how she's planning to apply it, given that she only ever seems to be a few seconds away from assaulting whoever it is she's talking to. Possibly having Sonata and Patience in her head will help; Patience at least seems like the kind of influence who might make her more measured, even if Sonata might pull her in a bit more of an unpredictable direction.
That said, I do feel like some of Patience's logic is slightly weird – like, I don't see why being a fragment would make him incurious about his origins; it seems to me that what makes people who don't know where they come from curious to find it out is the fact that they don't know the core things about themselves that other people do, rather than some innate natural urge. His lack of interest seems to me to be more symptomatic of his apathy and depression, rather than anything else.
Also, I'm not sure you need a long section describing how people come to brood on things; I feel like the basic behaviour of the mind is something that you can assume your readers will be familiar with. Glace could get to the point she's trying to make there in far fewer words. Which is I think something you could apply to a few other places in the chapter, too; that tendency I noticed in earlier chapters to over-narrate things is still there – though it does feel less marked than before, which is cool to note.
Well, that's an intriguing bit of worldbuilding. Is it an excess of whatever vital essence an oran berry contains that does this, I wonder? Or is it that they have a very small amount of something psychotropic in that only has an effect on you when you eat a lot of them?
Is the implication that that's the only time someone can change their name? Because that seems weird and unenforceable. There doesn't seem to be a central registry or other authority that would try to enforce it, either, and without any kind of identification papers like passports or anything, it doesn't strike me as hard to just … say hey, this is my name now.
Ending two sentences in a row with “in this dimension” is a bit much, I think.
I think you're missing the word “what” here, in between “was” and “the”.
You repeat “her words had been” twice in as many sentences here; it might read better if you rewrote one instance.
That sentence isn't quite grammatically correct – “the concept of using” is the phrase you're after, I think, rather than “the concept to use”.
Missing “he” in between “once” and “had”.
This bit isn't italicised.
So! Nice to see the resolution of this particular episode, so to speak; I'll be interested to see who and what the next fragment is – because given that Patience came first, I suspect he's going to be the easiest one of all for Glace to recruit. It will also be cool to see where they are; Lilac City seems like a very similar dimension to Glace's and indeed to Sonata's, but obviously there's a lot of scope for more varied and interesting dimensions too, and I'm sure we'll get to those in time. I'm looking forward to it!
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Post by Firebrand on Apr 9, 2018 22:56:15 GMT
This review is for the excerpt published in the zine, so just chapter 1 for now.
I've always found the PMD civilization set up to be pretty interesting, just because it's so different from how I think about pokemon as just fairly intelligent animals. Granite Town seems like the quintessential place to start a journey, out in the middle of nowhere and isolated from the rest of the world, giving the protagonist plenty of room to explore the map (and in this case, the multi-verse).
Glace as a character has a good set-up, letting us see that she's an accomplished fighter and very no-nonsense, and this sets up her later skepticism and unwillingness to jump to the call to adventure with Sonata. However, I think her aloofness plays against you a little bit when the hole in the sky (an Ultra Wormhole? I don't want to assume but it seems likely) opens up and we see Glace's reaction. So first we see visceral terror, and that makes sense, but then she just sort of shrugs, says "Not my problem" and goes home. I don't know about you, but if I saw a hole torn into the fabric of reality and felt some spiritual existential dread, my next reaction would probably not be to just calmly go about my business.
That being said, the premise that Sonata introduces Glace to is super interesting. Ever since Pokemon introduced the concept of the multiverse to the franchise back in ORAS, and then further expanded upon it in Alola, I've been interested in seeing how the creative side of the fandom interprets that whole new dimension of the canon. This seems a little different from the premise introduced in the canon itself (which is probably for the best, considering I'm not 100% on board with the canonical presentation) but it definitely gives you a lot of room to explore and create something really interesting!
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Post by Vulpi on Apr 19, 2018 2:59:34 GMT
V. I'm Here For You
An elderly Octillery silently slinked through the cold, dark depths of the ocean. She drew in as much ocean water as she could into her mantle, and then quickly expelled it out. The sudden burst then propelled her through the water a few feet, where she would then come to stop and she would need to repeat the process again to keep moving forward. It seemed like a tiring process, having to constantly withdraw water before dispelling it to flow through the ocean, but not to the Octillery. Her three hearts sustained her plenty, making sure she didn't feel the least bit faint as she swam through the sea. With every propulsion a tingling sensation washed over her entire body. She could feel how much her suckers wanted to twist and tighten around the nearest Clamperl. Now would be a good time to catch one after all. They all slumbered down below on the ocean floor, hiding away in between the coral. But she couldn't. She was on a much different type of hunt now and had to stay focused and vigilant. She adjusted her angle so that she faced toward the light illuminating above her, and then shot herself toward it. Seconds later, her head emerged from the murky water and entered the surface world. Moonlight poured down from high above, casting a soft blue light onto the water surrounding her. She could see it dimly reflecting off her pale red skin, a consequence of having not seen the sun for many years. She had long forgotten the warm rays of the great ball of fire that ruled the day. She only knew the cool, otherworldly light of the night and its dim, glimmering companions that pierced through the eternal sky of black. And though the moon was no substitute for the guiding beacon known as the sun, the blue light still allowed her everything she needed. Particularly, it allowed her to see her destination with perfect clarity. There, within close swimming distance, lay Wayward Island. It was the only island around for miles and miles around. Most of the islands in the world lived in clusters of perhaps five or six small islands only able to house a few dozen Pokémon each. Due to this, the island dwellers usually connected each of their islands with wooden docks to establish a trade system depending on which island had what goods. But not Wayward Island. This island stood all alone in the vast ocean, as if to defy cooperation and unity. If it had been as small as the other islands the Octillery had visited, then surely none of its civilians would have lasted long. However, that wasn't an issue. Wayward Island was perhaps one of the largest islands on the planet, housing at least a few hundred Pokémon. Enough fruit and wild life flourished in the thick foliage of the deeper parts of island to sustain everyone who lived there. The Octillery dipped back into the ocean and hurried toward the island. She spurted through the water with increased vigor until her tentacles brushed against soft, powdery sand. Once so, she ceased her bursts and lowered herself to the seafloor. Then, she crawled her way to the surface using her nimble tentacles. It was only a matter of time before she emerged from the shoreline and settled onto the dry, grainy land. She could see the palm trees that filled the beach now. She could see how a few grew separated from the others, bending toward the ocean at a slightly slanted angle, while others remained in clusters farther inland. The great gathering of these palm trees reminded the Octillery of a wall due to how closely they grew together and how all of the leaves seemed to intertwine with one another. The Octillery ignored the gritty feeling of sand in her suckers as she crawled toward the mass of trees. Despite lacking any semblance of bones in her body, she was able to scurry across the land at an adequate pace. Surely not as quickly as a majority of the Pokémon that lived on this island, but much faster than any other aquatic Pokémon. Within moments, she exited the forest and found herself peering into a small town. All of the buildings within her sight were short, one-story huts with thatched roofs. All of them stood a couple of feet off the sand with a ramp that connected each hut's door with the ground. A few burning torches several times her height protruded out of the sand throughout the area, casting an orange glow against the walls of some of the huts. However, there didn't seem to be a single soul in sight. All of the huts' doors were covered with bundles of fresh palm tree leaves. No shadows scurried in and out of the fires' light. All was quiet and peaceful on this part of the island. The only sounds to be heard were the crackling of the torches' flames and the distant ocean waves crashing onto the shoreline. This was most definitely a residential area. All of the huts were too similar to one another to be an area for consumption and bartering. It seemed a bit smaller than some of the other neighborhoods she had visited in the past on this island, but it didn't matter. This particular part of the island housed a number of families and all of them surely slumbered the night away. She had found exactly what she wanted. The Octillery left behind her foliage shelter and pulled herself into the town with her tentacles. She made sure to keep herself within the shadows as she moved along. Though she couldn't hear or see anyone, it was no guarantee that she was alone. Someone might be patrolling about in an area nearby, or someone might awaken from their slumber and wander out of their home. She couldn't afford to be seen. If someone saw her, then she would be forced to retreat and would not be able to come back to this town for many days. She kept in the shadows until she found herself within tentacle's reach of an especially worn hut with coconuts piled up near the door. She checked both ways for any signs of wandering Pokémon, and then hurried over to the makeshift window on the side of the hut. She grabbed at its edges with three tentacles, holding on tight with her suckers, and then pulled herself into the hut. It was much smaller inside the hut than the Octillery expected. The entire hut was mostly one room, with the beds pushed against the back wall and tables lined with plants and Remoraid towards the door. A cabinet stood against the wall just opposite of her, filled with many pots, pans, and baskets. Everything felt so cramped together. The Octillery could barely lower herself to the floor without her tentacles brushing up against any of the furniture. She had to curl her tentacles around her body, something that felt mildly awkward. She couldn't remember the last time she had visited a home this small. Though many huts had just one room, they had more space than this. She could only imagine how difficult it was for the residents to navigate through the cramped space. With that thought in mind, the Octillery brought her gaze to where the beds lay. They weren't so much beds as they were brown mats made out of straw. They didn't look very comfortable, but one wouldn't know that after noticing the Pokémon resting on top of them. Befitting of the small hut, a group of three Pokémon slept soundly before the Octillery. Specifically, two adult Golduck and one hatchling Psyduck. They slept on their own separate mats, but stayed in close proximity to one another. This was especially true for the Psyduck, who at the moment cuddled close to who the Octillery presumed was the mother of the group. She noticed how pleasantly and calmly the Psyduck slumbered, as if in the midst of a happy dream. The Octillery watched the Psyduck for a moment longer before she crawled back out the window. She didn't need that Psyduck. He was perfectly fine where he was. She still felt the hut was a tad bit too small for the family's needs and fretted over the implications of it, but that Psyduck didn't need to be saved. His life situation might not have been ideal, but he seemed content. He would grow up just fine. She settled herself onto the sand before retreating back into the shadows. She crept around the neighborhood, avoiding the torchlight like her life depended on it, until she found herself before a much larger hut. This one stood much higher than all the other huts and had more width and length than the Golduck home. The Octillery crawled around the hut until she found a window just large enough for her to squeeze through. She peered into the window, making sure that only darkness stared back at her, and then crawled inside. As she had suspected, this hut was much nicer than the previous one. The ceiling towered high above her head, at least twenty times her own height, and had a number of rafters holding items of all sorts. There were many furs from various land Pokémon, meats hung up to dry, and articles of clothing to be fetched with ease. Multiple basins and baskets sat upon the flooring, holding fresh water and plants gathered from the deeper parts of the island. But perhaps most noticeable of all, this household didn't sleep on dirty mats. Here, they slept in hammocks tied to nails embedded deep within the hut's mainframe. There were five of them in all, hanging a few feet above the Octillery, each holding a Pokémon within its soft confines. She could hear them all breathing softly from where she stood. However, she couldn't actually see any of the Pokémon. The hammocks were more like cocoons than actual hammocks with the way they almost completely enveloped the Pokémon with their thick fabric. However, she knew there was a way to fix that. She knew she could still see who slept in this hut if she tried hard enough. The Octillery crept over to the hammocks, careful to move slowly so that her suckers wouldn't make a sound. When she made it to the wall closest to the hammocks, she carefully climbed her way up. It took a bit of effort and she had to carefully weave her tentacles through the hut's framework, but she ascended toward the slumbering Pokémon all the same. Within moments, she had climbed so high up that her head brushed against the very ceiling. Satisfied with this vantage point, the Octillery then set her sights down below. As she had suspected, the tops of the hammocks remained exposed to the air. She could clearly see each of them slumbering below her. And as it turned out, all of the Pokémon were Grovyle. They all seemed to be young adults, perhaps having recently left behind their childhood homes. Why there were five of them living together, she didn't know. Perhaps they were all friends or siblings who found living together was easier than being separate. Or maybe there was another reason. The Octillery knew there was no way to find out. What she did know, however, was that she didn't need to stay any longer. The Octillery crawled back down the walls and then plopped back onto the flooring. The moment her tentacles thumped against the ground, one of the hammocks shifted and creaked. The Octillery threw herself at the wall as a jolt coursed through all three of her hearts. She plastered as many of her tentacles against the wood, taking in its rough, scratchy texture and color. She waited a second, and then changed the tone of her skin to match the wall completely. She even made her body copy the appearance of the texture so that it seemed she had splinters protruding out of her body. Now seemingly a part of the wall, the Octillery gazed up at the source of the noisy hammock. A green, scaly arm reached out from the edge of the hammock, as if to grasp at something. But just as the Octillery worried that the Grovyle would climb out of the hammock, the arm fell limp. No more movement stirred from the hammock, or any of the other hammocks. Only quiet breathing resonated throughout the hut. The Octillery waited in the darkness for another minute, eying the hammocks the entire time, and then silently retreated back outside. She had about five more huts she could venture into in the area. Based on what she could tell, the sun wouldn't rise for another few hours anyway. She could easily search each of the houses and go to the next residential area long before the first ray of dawn lit the sky. Maybe she could investigate three neighborhoods if she was quick enough. And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't find someone in need saving. The Octillery continued her diligent search through the huts. She made sure to keep as quiet as possible as she slinked into each and every home, careful not to knock over anything that might get in her way. A confrontation would be quite unneeded. She checked every single hut in the vicinity and found that not a single one held a child in need of saving. Some were like that Psyduck in that they could have been living in better conditions, but nothing in their lives could be considered harmful. Everyone in the neighborhood would live healthy lives and become well-adjusted adults. When the Octillery realized this, she left the homes behind and made her way toward the next neighborhood. She hoped that it wouldn't be very far. As it turned out, it wasn't. All she had to do was cross through a thick gathering of foliage for a few minutes, and then she found herself in a new neighborhood. It seemed almost identical to the previous residential area with all of the homes being thatched huts. However, she did notice that there did appear to be a few more huts here and they seemed somewhat bigger as well. Not only that, many of the homes had coconut, banana, and palm trees growing right beside them, offering small amounts of shade. She imagined this was the slightly more luxurious neighborhood. Certainly not the richest part of the island, she imagined the huts would be far more extravagant than what she saw now, but an improvement over the other neighborhood. Of course, looks could be deceiving. The Octillery checked both ways, and then crawled toward the homes. She didn't bother trying to hide in the shadows this time. With so many trees in the area, she knew she could easily blend into their bark the second someone spotted her. So long as she kept close to a tree as she searched about, she would be just fine. The Octillery had barely emerged from the foliage when she heard something scurrying across the sand. She shirked back into the trees and changed her skin into a deep green before peering at the source of the sound. Much to her surprise, she saw a young Scraggy sprinting across the sand not far from where she hid. He was a skinny thing with his ribs being quite pronounced and the majority of his body lacking any semblance of muscle tone. He could barely hold up the loose skin around his feet as he made his way to the nearest banana tree in the area. He nearly tripped several times in the process. The mere sight of that made the Octillery's tentacles curl in on themselves in tight, uncomfortable knots. Within a few moments, the Scraggy neared the tree. However, rather than stopping, he only increased his speed with a desperate, almost crazed glimmer in his eyes. Seconds later, he rammed his skull directly into the tree's trunk. The entire tree shook violently. A few of its leaves tumbled to the ground around the Scraggy, but not the bright yellow bunch of bananas the Scraggy so fervently eyed. Not even a single banana moved an inch from the bunch. The Scraggy muttered something under his breath as he took a few steps back before he struck the tree once again. As before, the tree trembled and even more leaves plummeted to the sand, but the bananas would not budge. The Octillery watched as the Scraggy let out an almost feral cry before repeatedly attacking the tree, kicking, punching, and bashing his head into it with all his might. She could see the blood leaking out of his knuckles as he repeated the tree, making no progress whatsoever. All three of her hearts broke at the sight. "Stop, please stop," she spoke as she emerged from her hiding spot and neared the Scraggy. "Stop hurting yourself." The little Pokémon swiveled his head toward the Octillery before flinching back. He let out a low whimper as he pulled his loose skin over his head, hiding himself from the Octillery's view. His knees shook so much that she worried that they would collapse on him. "Little boy, it's alright," she said to him in a calm, soft voice as she stopped a few feet away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you." The Scraggy wouldn't respond. He only continued to shield himself from her, too frightened to move an inch. The Octillery looked up at the bananas still hanging from the tree for just a second before bringing her gaze back to the boy. "Here, let me help you," she told him. "Give me one moment." The Octillery crawled over to the base of the tree before wrapping her tentacles around the trunk. Once her suckers latched on tight to the dry, smooth wood, she pulled herself up. She carefully climbed up the tree, tying her tentacles around the thick leaves and using them to hoist herself up until she was right beside the lowest banana bunch. She took one of her tentacles and wrapped it around the branch that connected them to the tree. Once she securely latched onto it with the one tendril, she released her hold on the main tree and plummeted toward the sand. There was a snap, and the banana bunch separated itself from the tree and followed after the Octillery. She swiftly released her hold on the bananas, and then gracefully landed on all eight of her tentacles. The banana bunch collapsed in the sand right beside her, missing a couple of her arms by a few inches. The Octillery gingerly wrapped one of her tentacles around a single banana and pried it free from the bunch with an effortless pull. She then presented it to the Scraggy before her, who still had his loose skin over his face. He probably hadn't even noticed what she had done. "Here, take this," she said. The Scraggy lowered his skin just a tiny bit, allowing the Octillery to see the tops of his eyes. They were both bloodshot and his pupils were dilated to the extremes. The Scraggy eyed the banana, remaining as still as a statue. Then, in a flash, he snatched the banana out of the Octillery's tentacle and wolfed it right down. He didn't even bother to peel it; he only shoved as much as he could into his mouth, swallowed it down after a couple of bites, and then proceeded to repeat the process. Within seconds, the entire banana was gone. The Octillery wasted no time in ripping another banana off the bunch and giving it to the Scraggy. He ate this one just as ravenously. For the next few moments, all the Octillery did was give the Scraggy fruit and let him scarf it down. She would keep giving him a banana every single time he finished his current one, saying nothing as he ate. By the time he finally stopped eating, nearly the entire bunch had been devoured. The now full Scraggy released a relieved sigh before slumping to the ground. His entire face was caked with white mush, but he didn't bother wiping it off of him. He only laid there in the sand, gazing up at the stars with a lulled, lethargic stare. The Octillery cautiously neared him. He didn't shirk away and only continued to watch the sky above. Before long, she found herself by the little child's side. Now that she had a much better view of the Scraggy, she could see how small he was. He was quite a few inches shorter than Scraggy ought to be at his age. His scrawny form didn't help much. "Are you feeling better?" the Octillery asked. The Scraggy nodded slowly. She could see him practically nodding off to sleep. Now she needed to know if this Scraggy was in need of saving. It could be tricky obtaining the answers she sought from him. He was still a child after all. However, she had gained enough trust from this child for it to be decidedly less problematic than it could potentially be. He wouldn't let her this near if he didn't feel some semblance of safety in her company. "Why were you trying to get bananas from this tree?" the Octillery asked. "I was hungry," the Scraggy said in a scratchy, quiet voice without looking at her. "I don't have any food." "There's no food in your home?" "No… but my tummy hurt. I couldn't sleep. My tummy kept talking when I closed my eyes. So I tried to get some of the bananananas. They taste yummy and make my tummy stop talking." "If you were so hungry, why didn't you ask your parents for something to eat?" "Mommy and daddy aren't home." "Where are mommy and daddy?" "I don't know. Mommy and daddy like to go away sometimes." The Octillery glared at the Scraggy's home in the near distance. She noticed that the entrance wasn't covered up by anything unlike the other huts, exposing it to the cool night wind. She couldn't see any semblance of slumbering Pokémon within the hut. Only an unkempt hut flooding with useless junk stared back at her in the light of the pale moon. It was hardly sanitary. "How long have mommy and daddy been gone?" she asked, hiding her growing bitterness the best she could. "Three days," the Scraggy said as he held up his paws and counted each of his claws. "Three days? And what have you been doing this entire time?" "Staying inside like they tell me to. I watch the wall and I wait for them to come home. I try to not listen to my tummy when it talks to me. But sometimes it hurts too much when it talks and I go outside so it can stop talking." "And how often are you left at home by yourself like this?" "A lot. Mommy and daddy like to go places a lot. They won't take me with them even though I keep asking them to. They tell me to stay home. I try not to cry when they leave, but sometimes I do. I don't like being all alone. There's nobody to talk to." The Octillery could see now that this Scraggy clearly did need help. He could speak his thoughts clearly enough, but he would cease to develop further if he stayed in that house. He already showed signs with his lack of eye contact and flat affect. The fact that he now lay slumbering before the Octillery further worried her. Eating all of those bananas and attacking the tree for as long as he had shouldn't have tired him out that quickly. The Octillery briefly checked around her. Not a single Pokémon roamed about. All that surrounded her was the darkness of the night with the sounds of the distant ocean tide to accompany it. She did one last visual scan of the vicinity, and then swiftly picked up the snoozing Scraggy in two of her tentacles. This didn't rouse him in the slightest. He moved slightly, stretching his skeletal arms, but he didn't struggle or open his eyes. "Don't worry, you won't need to suffer any longer," she told him. "You're safe now." She secured her grip around the Scraggy, making sure she didn't hold him too tightly, and then crawled back into the foliage. She weaved her way through it with the utmost care, doing her best not to let any of the leaves or branches brush up against the little boy. It took quite a bit of time, far longer than she was comfortable with, but she couldn't rush with the Scraggy in tow. She had to treat all of her children with all the gentleness her species could offer. This would have been much easier if she had been hatched a creature with hands, but she knew there was nothing she could do about that. She should have been thankfully that she had prehensile limbs of any sort after being a finned creature of the water for a couple of decades. After some time of diligently and carefully weaving her way through the island's vegetation, the Octillery finally found herself back at the beach. The cold waves rolled onto the soft sand before receding back into the ocean, as if beckoning the Octillery to follow them. She looked down at the Scraggy in her tentacles to find that he still slept. She hoped it would stay that way. It was always much easier to carry passengers through the water when they weren't actively fighting with her. She sometimes had to put them to sleep to help lessen the burden, but it was never easy. It always stung her heart no matter how many times she had to do it. Fighting with younglings was perhaps her least favorite activity in the entire world. With the Scraggy asleep, she wouldn't need to worry about any of that. All she had to think about now was how exactly she would carry him through the water. If he was a water-type, then there would be absolutely no concerns. The second any water-type submerges regardless of if they are conscious or not, they automatically use their gills and their lungs adapt accordingly. Of course, this was impossible if the Pokémon wasn't a water Pokémon to begin with. If she tried to swim through the ocean with him now, he would most certainly drown in a matter of minutes. But she didn't fret because as it turned out, there actually was a way to dive into the ocean without the child suffocating. The Octillery crawled to the shoreline until the waves brushed up against her tentacles. She took in the salty smell of the ocean for just a moment as it passed under the rest of her body, letting it wash out the sand sticking to her suckers and moisten her tentacles. Then, just as the water slowly receded back into the ocean, she absorbed a small amount into her body through her suckers. She sucked it all in and felt it pumping through her body. She focused as it flowed through her, energizing it with a special power that rested within her soul. She could feel a tingling feeling sweep through her body as the water made its way toward her long mouth. She lowered her head so that her mouth hovered right above the sleeping Scraggy. She let all of the water gather at the back of her mouth, holding it back as all of the water slowly centralized in that particular area. Then, once every bit of water was exactly where she wanted it to be, she released it all from her mouth and dumped it onto the Scraggy. The water washed over the little child, but it didn't drip down into the waves. Instead, it seeped directly into the Scraggy's body. The Octillery watched as light blue spots appeared on his skin and slowly encroached the rest of his body. As this happened, three vertical cuts carved themselves into each side of his face. They ran parallel to each other as they etched themselves deep into his flesh and carefully intertwined with his respiratory system. The Scraggy shifted in his sleep as his body underwent the metamorphosis, but the Octillery only had to softly caress the top of his head to soothe him. Within a matter of moments, the transformation finished. No longer did a scrawny little child of the land rest in her tentacles; he was a creature of the ocean now. Besides being a bright aqua color now, he now had the very gills every water-type possessed. They fluttered on his cheeks as they waited for water to rush through them, as if they had always been a part of his anatomy since his hatching day. Of course, despite how real they seemed at the moment, the Octillery knew they weren't permanent. They would disappear in a few hours, and when that happened, he would become a land Pokémon once again. This was all the incentive the Octillery needed to hurry back home. She tightened her grip on the sleeping child and then hurried into the water. She let the receding waves take her deeper into the ocean until most of her body fell beneath the surface. Then, she swam far into the ocean with the Scraggy in tow. The child continued to sleep soundly as he sunk into the cold waters. His gills activated upon touching the water, instantly filtering out all of the oxygen from the water he needed and sending it into his body. He didn't even cough as water flooded into his mouth and gushed down his throat. He only slept peacefully, as if he truly were a water-type. The Octillery would have smiled if she still could as she swam further out into the ocean. It wasn't long before the massive island became nothing more than an insignificant speck amongst the night. Then, it melted into the pale moonlight and became nothing. All that surrounded the Octillery and the child was the seemingly endless black sea, stretching for miles and miles. She didn't fret, however. The hardest part of her hunt was over with. This night's hunt could actually be considered one of her most simple, straight-forward hunts in a long while. She hadn't run into any adults wandering about the neighborhoods at all that night. Normally, there were a few adults out and about, usually because they were unable to sleep and felt a nightly stroll might soothe them. Then also, some Pokémon enjoyed sleeping on the beach, particularly the adolescents and young adults. Something about being so close to the water, lying in the cool sand, and basking in the moonlight captivated them. Of course, it was never difficult to sneak past these Pokémon, but the Octillery never did like to entertain the thought that one of them might open their eyes when she crawled out of the ocean. She imagined in their drowsy state they would see her as a sea monster ready to devour them on the spot or perhaps drag them into the dark depths of the ocean. She could only imagine the panicked reactions that would ensue. However, that was nothing compared to actually taking the helpless children out of their doomed homes. Most of the time, the parents were home. They weren't usually anywhere near the children, but they would still be close enough that the Octillery could hear them breathing. Or even worse, the parents would be awake by the time she arrived and wouldn't sleep until nearly dawn. Retrieving the children out of their homes when the adults remained so close was always the most dangerous part of the hunt. If the child made one sound or if the adults saw even a glimpse of her in the moonlight, utter chaos would ensue. She remembered the worst incident of this happening was with an Azurill she found five years ago. His parents held a toxic relationship with one another. The mother was a dominating figure who constantly belittled the father for his failures in life, such as being unable to hold a job and for being unable to stand up for himself. The father was just as vitriolic in return, accusing the mother of being a complete dictator who felt she had to rule over everyone else in order to feel better about herself. It was a terrible sort of relationship, one that poisoned both partners, but the Octillery knew that they would never go their separate ways. Because underneath that contempt they held for each other, they needed each other on a deep and disturbing level. They needed the other to boost their self-esteem, to constantly remind themselves that they weren't as flawed as the Pokémon before them. So naturally, it was only right to take their child away before their detrimental relationship tainted him. So when the two finally went off to sleep after yelling at each other for many hours, the Octillery made her move. She approached the Azurill's bed and then wrapped her tentacles around his body. After making sure that he didn't stir from her cold touch, she then hoisted him out of the bed and slinked toward the nearest window. She was just about to slip back out into the night when the father spotted her. She really shouldn't have been surprised, given that Azumarill had excellent hearing, but it did. Especially when she saw the father turn from bemused to practically exploding with rage. That had been the fastest she had ever hurried back to the water. She could still hear the vicious curses the father threw at her, all the while waking up every single Pokémon in the neighborhood. She was sure they all saw her in the light of the torches before she threw herself into the black sea. She had never gone back to that particular island after that incident. Even after all those years, she wasn't sure that any of the residents forgot about her. Seeing an Octillery forcefully taking a child out of someone's home and never seeing that child again surely must have left an impact. But maybe she could go back sometime soon. There might be more children on that island in need of saving. She couldn't stay away forever just because one hunt had gone horribly wrong. Maybe during her next hunt she would go back to that island after so long. But for now, she would be content with the success of her current hunt. She had her child safely curled up in her tentacles and the ocean felt particularly pleasant, as if personally congratulating her. There was no need to fret about anything now. She only needed to keep swimming close to the surface until she reached her home. She only hoped that the others would accept the little Scraggy. Of course, she needed to come up with an explanation as to how she found this Scraggy. Not only that, but she needed to talk to the child and help him understand why she would now be living with him. He needed to see why he could no longer stay in that empty home and why he could never speak of what had happened that night. At least, not completely and honestly. She would need to find a good time to speak to him about that. Hopefully she could do so before the others found her and questioned the boy. She couldn't expect them to only trust her words. It didn't matter that they had known her for many decades; they would still wonder why the Scraggy had to live with them. They would want to know why he needed to be cared for and what happened to his parents. That's how adults were. They wanted to know why. They wanted to know why anything happened. They couldn't accept anything at face value. No, they had to ask why this was happening and why that was happening and why someone would let it happen. They had to bombard everything with their questions and dissect what lay before them until it was nothing but a hollow shell of its former self. The Octillery saw something dark move through the water before she continue seething at the thought of adults and their constant questions. She slowed her momentum as she eyed the waters. She found she couldn't see anything in the white moonlight. Only emptiness filled the black sea. She curled two more tentacles around the still slumbering Scraggy as the sound of her three hearts pounded in her head. She could feel practically feel each of her tentacles shivering. Several times she thought she felt something brush against her suckers, prompting her to recoil a few inches back. It always felt bristly and cold. White hot pain struck the Octillery in one of her tentacles. Specifically, in one of the tentacles holding her Scraggy. She thrashed violently as she withdrew her tentacle, but found that she couldn't. Something held her tentacle with an astonishing strength, something that continued to bury deeper and deeper into her flesh. With some reluctance, the Octillery peered at her assailant. It was a large, bulky Sharpedo almost twice her size. A number of nasty scars ran up and down its body, one in particular over its entire left eye. The Sharpedo tore deep into her tentacle with its massive jaws and clouding up the water with blue blood. Its one good eye glowed with a sinister red through the wraith-like blood, like an eerie moon in a hazy night. She saw no semblance of intelligence in the creature; only the blank ferocity of a hungry feral. It sank its fangs further into her tentacle before yanking her with a violent tug. The Octillery flew through the water just as the predator released its hold on her and chomped down on her head seconds later. She proved just fast enough to move out of the way, causing its fangs to snap down inches away from her. Then, she shot thick, black ink out of her mouth and into the Sharpedo's eyes. It quickly filled the water with its dark, impenetrable darkness. She wasted no time in righting herself in the water before jetting out of the growing cloud of murk. She could still feel the fiery stinging sensation in her one tentacle, but she ignored it the best she could. She didn't even look at it; she could assess the damage when she was safe. After all, her ink would only distract the Sharpedo for so long. That Sharpedo would eventually escape from the black cloud. It would smell her blood in the water and track her down with startling speed and accuracy. She could be miles and miles away and it would reach her within minutes to finish its job. Her only hope of escape was to get home. If she could get home, she would be safe. She knew she could always dive to the ocean floor and hide in the coral, but that was too risky. She didn't know if there actually was any coral to take shelter in. Not only that, but she still had the Scraggy. He couldn't fit in between the cracks of the reef as easily as she could. She glanced at the little child to find that he still slept. Somehow, despite all the tossing and turning, he remained fast asleep. She didn't know whether to feel thankful or deeply troubled. Something shifted in the black ink, peeling the Octillery's eyes away from the child and back to the danger at hand. Seconds later, the Sharpedo shot out of the cloud and torpedoed straight toward her. Even with the half mile distance she had put between the two, she knew it would do little good. It would catch up in seconds. She had no time to hurry to the bottom of the ocean now. She could already see the white of its fangs and the insidious glow of its murderous eyes. There was no escape. When she realized this, she knew that there was only one way for her to survive. It would be tricky and she most certainly hadn't attempted it before, but she no other choice. There was only thing she could do to save herself. She couldn't die and leave the Scraggy as the Sharpedo's next meal. She couldn't die for his sake. She couldn't die for the sakes of all the children she still had to save. She unfurled her tense tentacles into the water, allowing all but two of them to drift freely through the air. She kept her firm hold on the Scraggy as she watched the Sharpedo zero in on her. Any second now it would clamp its monstrous jaws down on her or the Scraggy. She had only one shot at this. One wrong move and that beast might rip off one of her tentacles or tear out one of her hearts. She tried not to shudder as the Sharpedo finally closed in on her. She waited until the jaws were just about to snap down on her head, and then dove beneath the beast. Then, just before the Sharpedo could change its course, she wrapped her tentacles around its entire body. She ignored the bristly touch as she tightened her grip around the Sharpedo and encircled its entire body to the best of her ability. The Sharpedo struggled, thrashing and snapping its jaws about, but it couldn't break free from her grasp. The Octillery fastened her suckers to the Sharpedo, and then immediately flipped it belly up. The savage beast suddenly stopped struggling. All of the ferocity in its eyes vanished as it became utterly limp in the water like a wayward strand of seaweed. Not a single part of its body twitched as the Octillery held it in this flipped position. She kept her grip tight around the Sharpedo. Even though she had pacified it and forced it into an inert state, it was still alive. She could clearly see the movements in its gills. If she let go of the Sharpedo now, it would only turn itself back over and make a meal out of her. There was no reasoning with a feral hungry for her blood. If she ever wanted to make it back home, this Sharpedo had to perish. It was her life or its. She didn't feel a shred of reluctance as she continued to hold the paralyzed, now almost peaceful Sharpedo in this vulnerable position. She only watched its gills with a cautious eye, their fluttering slowing with each minute. When she could no longer see the gills moving nor feel a heartbeat emitting from the Sharpedo, she released her hold on the beast. She jetted away a few feet before stopping and bringing her eye back to the Sharpedo. She waited for the slightest bit of movement, the slightest twitch of its fins. The Sharpedo remained completely still as the ocean currently slowly pushed it away. It wasn't long before the great killer was nothing more than the darkness of the vast ocean. The Octillery watched the dead Sharpedo drift into the black for a moment longer, and then swam away.
The sun had begun to peer over the horizon by the time the Octillery finally stopped. Every part of her body ached and the tentacle the Sharpedo had bitten now had a numbing ache to it. She could barely feel the water brushing past her suckers on that particular tentacle as she jetted through the ocean. However, despite this, she still refused to look at it. She needed to get the Scraggy inside her home first. His safety was her primary objective. She'd rather that all of her tentacles be cut off than have the Scraggy have even one scratch anywhere on his body. She would assess her damage when he was entirely safe and out of harm's way. Fortunately, the destination she sought stood right before her; a shallow underwater cavern. It lay brimming with coral that held all the colors of the rainbow. Just about every wall and rock to be found on the ocean floor was covered with such delicate beauty, allowing not a single speck of dull grey to be seen. Many of them swayed in the ocean's gentle currents, waving back and forth as if to welcome the Octillery back home after her long and arduous trip. The Octillery couldn't help but want to wave back. She basked in the quiet and serene beauty of the reef. Huntail and Gorebyss weaved in and out of the coral. Corsola glimmered with iridescent colors in the light as they slept. Horsea flittered about with their tiny fins, swimming endless circles around the particularly rocky coral. The Octillery even thought she saw another of her kind slumbering inside an empty shell that once belonged to an Omastar. There was no danger to be found here. No Sharpedo or Mareanie ever dwelled in this cavern. They made sure to stay far away from this haven, lest they evoke the wrath of the cavern's caretakers. The Octillery swam past all of the coral and all of its residents until she reached one of the many holes in the ceiling of the great cave. She ascended up to the water's surface, and then crawled out of the vibrant cavern. She now found herself inside the dry part of the cavern. Grey, smooth stone surrounded her completely. Moss grew here and there, particularly where the sun shined down through the gaps in the ceiling, but it didn't cover the cave nearly as much as the coral did. Compared to the reef, the actual cave seemed bleak and lifeless. The many tunnels that lead further down into darker areas of the cave didn't help matters. However, the Octillery didn't mind. Not every part of her home had to be lively. "Oh, I thought I heard someone surfacing around here." The Octillery froze on the spot. She instinctually curled her arm around the Scraggy and hid him behind her head. "Jera, relax. It's me, Ludo." The Octillery looked into the nearest tunnel to see a Lombre slowly emerging from its dark depths. She could see how even though he spoke cautiously, he moved at a casual, almost hurried pace. She loosened her grip around her sleeping Scraggy and set him down beside her. She noted that his gills were slowly disappearing. His skin slowly stitched itself back together, closing up the slits at a steady pace. She imagined in another few minutes they would be gone entirely. The blue tint to his skin would surely follow shortly after. "Oh, who have you got here?" Ludo asked as he stopped before her and eyed the child. "A Scraggy I found," Jera answered. "His parents abandoned him on the beach." "Oh, that's just heart-breaking. I don't understand how his parents could have done that to him. It looks like he's been out there for a few days too. Look at how bony he is. Poor fellow." "He'll be okay now that he's here. We have room for him, don't we?" "Yeah, of course. Here, let me see him and I'll-" Jera twisted a tentacle around the Scraggy's body from Ludo before he could even reach out with his claws. She saw him flinch at her sudden reaction. Jera couldn't help but flinch internally as well. She hadn't intended to react that way. It had been instinct. "Actually, I want to hold onto him until he wakes up," she said in a subdued voice. "I worry that he won't react well to being around more strangers. It was already an effort to get him to trust me and come with me. I worry what he will do around you and the others." "Well… I guess I can see why you'd say that," Ludo said as he scratched his head. "But are you sure you don't want me to take care of him for a while you take care of your arm? What happened with that anyway? It looks really bad." It was then that Jera finally remembered that a Sharpedo had torn apart one of her tentacles earlier. She had been so preoccupied with getting the Scraggy to the cavern that she had completely forgotten about her arm's condition. She hadn't even felt the stinging, aching sensation in it because she had been so focused on just about everything else. Without wasting another moment, Jera glanced down at her injured tentacle and gave it a long, overdue assessment. Her tentacle turned out to be in a much better condition than she had anticipated. While it did look absolutely gruesome with rows of deep puncture wounds digging deep into her arm and bits of flesh dangling limply off the sides, her arm still remained in one piece. She could still grasp with her suckers and move her arm. Granted, it hurt when she twisted it and she couldn't move it with as much dexterity as before, but it still functioned. She imagined with proper care her arm would eventually heal and its full capabilities would return in due time. She imagined it couldn't take more than a couple of weeks. "It was a Sharpedo attack," Jera answered plainly as she brought her gaze back to the Lombre. "Nothing I couldn't handle." "A Sharpedo did that to you?" Ludo asked with a pained grimace. "Yeowch. I'm amazed that's all it did to you. Hardly anyone escapes from those vicious things without missing claws or body parts. Or bleeding everywhere." "Regardless of the attack and what it did to me, I have seven other tentacles that function just fine. There's no need to be bothered by one that doesn't work as well as it could." "Are you sure about that? It's really no issue. Maybe Serenity can watch over him. You know how she has a way with children." "I'm sure. I will look after this Scraggy for now." "Alright… if you say so. I'll go tell the others that we've got another child here. We'll find a place to put him in. You sure you don't want me to get you anything for your arm while I'm doing that?" "No. A good night's rest will provide me all I need." "And you're sure you don't want us to watch that Scraggy while you're sleeping? What if he wakes up while you're trying to sleep?" Jera could already feel herself losing patience with Ludo. He didn't know when to stop pestering her. He couldn't seem to understand that she had everything under control. "Everything will be fine," Jera said, forcing herself to remain composed. "The child will be safe with me even though I am injured. He will be able to integrate with the others after we both rest for a time." "Alright alright, I'll stop bothering you," the Lombre said with a sigh. "Go on and get some rest." "I will." Jera picked up the Scraggy off the ground and then carried him into one of the tunnels near her. She crawled through the darkness for a few moments, and then found herself in one of the cavern's many sleeping chambers. About a dozen kelp beds lay on the stone floor, all of them holding young Pokémon ranging from a Squirtle no older than eight months to a Staryu at the end of his adolescence. Jera could clearly see all of them sitting up in their beds, yawning, stretching, rubbing their eyes, and all forms of morning rituals depending on their anatomy. She imagined that they had all woken up only minutes ago. She had only crawled for a short moment through the chamber when one of the children, a Pichu, pointed a tiny finger at her. "Everyone, look!" she shouted in a chirpy voice. "It's Mama Jera! Mama Jera is here!" Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and brought their gazes to the Octillery. Any lulling energy they might have been giving off promptly vanished as their eyes lit up. With a loud clamor of yelling, every single child sprang out of their beds and rushed toward Jera. The Octillery beamed at each of the children as they swarmed around her and playfully grabbed at her tentacles. She could smell all of the seaweed on each of their bodies. "I missed you Mama Jera!" the Pichu said as she buried her face in the Octillery's tentacles. "I missed you more, Mama Jera!" the Squirtle insisted. "Way more than Lya!" "Mama Jera, we were wondering where you were!" a Totodile no older than eight said as he swung one of the Octillery's tentacles up and down. "You're usually here before we wake up!" "Henry kept saying that something happened while you were gone!" a Froakie of three chimed in as he pointed to a Natu beside him. "He… He kept saying that some Sharkedo got you! He said that it ate you and that we wouldn't have you anymore!" "Ah, well Henry was right. Almost," Jera said with a little laugh. "A Sharpedo did attack me while I was swimming home last night. See?" She laid out her injured tentacle before the group. All of the children gasped as they let go out her and circled around the maimed arm. They pointed at it and dared each other to poke it with shuddering claws. "Mama Jera's got blue coming out of her!" the Squirtle cried before he touched the blood before cringing back. "It's warm! It's sticky!" "Why's there blue?" the Froakie asked. "Mama Jera is red and yellow. She's not blue!" "That's her blood, Francis," the Staryu answered with a condescending scoffing sound. "Blood isn't blue, dummy! Blood is red!" the Froakie shot back. "When Lya cut her paw with a rock, red came out of her!" "Because Lya is a Pichu and lives on land. Octillery blood is blue because she doesn't take in oxygen like Lya. Mama Jera takes in oxygen through the water. She has something else in her blood that Lya doesn't that makes her blood blue." "But Mama Jera can breathe on land just like us! Our blood isn't blue!" "Octillery are special. They're not like us. She has something in her blood that we won't." "Mama Jera, how did you escape from the Sharpedo?" the Totodile asked. "I thought they eat anyone they attack." "I strangled it," Jera replied in a cheerful tone. "I grabbed him with my tentacles and I flipped him over. Killed him in minutes. I did it just like this!" She wrapped three of her tentacles around the Totodile before promptly turning him upside-down. The Totodile started laughing giddily as he squirmed about. All of the other children soon laughed with him before pulling at her tentacles. "I wanna be flipped over too!" the Pichu squealed. "I wanna know how that Sharkedo felt!" "Me too!" the Froakie cried. "I wanna go next! Pick me, pick me!" Jera laughed as she took as many children as she could in her available tentacles and turned them upside-down. Every single one of them laughed all the more heartily as the blood rushed to their heads and disoriented them. It only encouraged both them and their grounded friends to laugh harder. "Are we going to die if we get flipped over?" an Eevee about five years old asked timidly, the only one not laughing in the group. "Only if you're a Sharpedo," the Staryu answered for Jera. "They only die when you flip them over because they can't breathe anymore. Flipping them over paralyzes them. Flipping over anyone else just makes everything look weird." "So if I ever come across a Sharpedo, I should flip it over then?" the Eevee asked with a tilt of her head. "I think you should just swim away," the Staryu answered. "You don't exactly have anything that'll let you turn it over. You don't have tentacles like Mama Jera." "I'll grow tentacles then! I'll evolve and become a Vaporeon, and I'll grow tentacles so I can strangle Sharpedos! Just like Mama Jera!" "You can't grow tentacles as a Vaporeon. Vaporeon don't have tentacles." "I'll have some! I'll get a water stone and when I evolve, I'll tell the stone to give me tentacles! And then I'll have tentacles instead of paws and I can strangle Sharpedo!" "That's not how it… you know what, never mind. Let me know how that goes when you get yourself a water stone and become a Vaporeon, Daisy." "Hey look everyone! Mama Jera has someone behind her back!" a Mudkip then cried. Everyone stopped laughing and looked toward the Mudkip. He stood right next to the entangled Scraggy, who somehow managed to stay asleep despite all of the noise. Jera gently set each of the children down and allowed them to gather around the Scraggy. They all watched him with curious eyes, as though he were an entirely new species of Pokémon they had never seen before. "Ah, I almost forgot to tell each of you something," Jera said. "This is your newest brother. I found him today and he is going to be a part of our family as soon as he wakes up." "He looks kind of funny," the Froakie stated. "Why does his skin do that around his chest? What are those things sticking out of his chest?" "He's very hungry," Jera explained somberly. "He hasn't had the best things to eat. He's going to look like this for a little while. But he'll look a lot better when he's had more to eat." "We can feed him Clauncher!" the Mudkip suggested. "Clauncher fatten you up! Just look at Henry!" "Shut up! You eat Clauncher all the time too!" the Natu hissed. "You can barely run without passing out!" "Do not!" "Do too!" "Do not!" "Do too!" "Henry, Marsh, that's enough," Jera cut in with a harsh tone. "I don't want you two fighting. You'll wake up your new brother. He's very tired and needs rest." "Okay Mama Jera…" they both said in unison as they hung their heads. "Good," she said as she gently caressed both of their heads, bringing a smile to each of their faces. "Now then, I was going to get some sleep. I had to swim a long ways to find your brother and strangle a Sharpedo too." "Awwwwwww!" all of the children whined at once. "Mama Jera, can't you stay up a little bit more?" the Pichu asked. "Please? Pretty please?" the Froakie asked as well. "Sleeping is boring!" the Squirtle added. "We wanna play more with you!" "I wish I could, but I really do need sleep," Jera said softly. "But I promise, when I wake up, I'll play with all of you. And so will your new brother. I'll take all of you to the coral reef in the cavern and we'll play hide and seek." "Yay! Hide and seek!" "I love hide and seek in the coral!" "None of you guys are going to be able to find me!" "I bet I can find all of you in five seconds! I'm the best!" "I bet I can find all of you in one second!" "I bet I can find all of you in zero seconds!" "You can't find someone in zero seconds!" "Can too!" "Can not!" "Can too!" Jera laughed as she watched the children before her then bicker amongst one another, each one claiming to be the best of their siblings. She could still remember the horrendous conditions she had originally found each of them. Henry's family could never have a pleasant conversation, always bickering and screaming at each other over the most trivial of things. Marsh's parents refused to allow him to leave the house under the fear that he would hurt himself. They would lock him inside each and every day, never allowing anyone to see him. Daisy's parents held the most absurd expectations about their daughter, for instance always telling her to eat very specific types of food at very specific times. They had even wanted her to evolve into an Espeon the moment she turned four so that she would become the island's sole psychic and serve as its supposed seer. Each of these children had stories that broke Jera's hearts. She could still remember how much she had to hold back tears when she found some of them battered and bruised, inches away from death. All of the children standing before Jera had such dysfunctional families. All of these children were doomed to a life of emotional hardships and psychological damage thanks to their parents. But thanks to Jera, their fate had changed. Once miserable Pokémon, now they laughed and smiled and developed as any normal child ought to. Not a single one held any development delays and all were quite social, playful children. The very thought of that made each of Jera's hearts melt. She slinked away as the children threw juvenile insults at one another and retreated to her bed on the far side of the chamber. Unlike all of the children's beds, hers was the remains of a Cloyster shell. It was an odd choice for a bed, she knew that. All the others in the cavern slept in much more roomy materials such as kelp, feathers, straw, or even furs of various land Pokémon they had caught. However, Jera found no better comfort than to be surrounded completely in hard shell. It added a sense of protection and security she could feel almost nowhere else. The Octillery set the Scraggy down, and then crawled inside her bed. She shifted about until she found a comfortable position to settle into. Then, she pulled the Scraggy closer to her so that he was just outside of the shell, but still resting close to her head. She wrapped him up in two of her tentacles so that it almost seemed like she was cradling him. "Welcome to your new home, my little child," she whispered softly. "You'll love it here." The Scraggy remained asleep, but she thought she saw the smallest hint of a smile from him. Jera watched the little Scraggy for a few more moments, and then gave in to the lethargy slowly washing over her.
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girl-like-substance
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Post by girl-like-substance on Apr 26, 2018 19:00:08 GMT
Well, this is definitely a cool new setting! Aquatic pokémon don't feature heavily in the PMD world, because the games are predominantly land-based, and I've always thought that there was a great opportunity there for some enterprising fic writer. And with this cool new setting comes a very interesting new character, this vigilante social care worker octillery with a worrying messiah complex. (Now there's a phrase I never thought I'd use.)
Like, let's take a moment to unpack it here. She sees herself as almost uniquely able to make massive decisions about these children's lives, based on (at most) a few minutes of contact with them, and without even considering any less drastic intervention than kidnapping; she finds it annoying when people ask her perfectly justifiable questions like “where did you get that small child that you didn't have until just now?” Other people just aren't allowed to put forward opinions about her that might conflict with her own idea of herself. She dislikes adults because they ask questions, and by implication likes children because they don't, because they accept what they are told – a predilection that she's given terrifyingly free rein to indulge, creating a crèche of stolen children who are physically incapable of leaving and who form a frankly creepy echo chamber in which she see her own hyper-inflated sense of her own self-worth reflected back at her from every side. And like okay, maybe some of these kids are in less danger here than they were back where they came from, sure, but taking them away should have been a last resort – and cutting off any and possible links with their entire world should never have been an option in the first place.
And yet you write Jera's obsession so compellingly that it's worryingly easy to get sucked into her head. We follow her journey from start to finish, constantly surrounded by her thoughts, and the immersion is so complete that you almost start to come around to her point of view before thinking wait, no, this is all kinds of messed up. It's really great, really creepy work.
Also great: all the little marine biology details. Blue octopus blood, tonic immobility; it's little things like that which make the setting that much more solid, even if I feel like sharpedo would probably end up upside-down enough with their ridiculous means of propulsion that if they were susceptible to tonic immobility they'd all be dead. It would also be remiss of me to not commend you on an incredibly cool take on Soak, which is one of those moves that I'd never really thought about in a fic context before but which clearly has a lot of potential.
Anyway, here are just some typos and other little nitpicky things I saw as I read through:
You're missing an E in “eyeing” there.
There's something missing in this sentence – a semicolon after “island” and a “there” after “huts”, maybe? As it stands, it isn't grammatical, although it's clear enough that I think I know what you mean by it.
That should be “thankful” rather than “thankfully”.
This implies something other than what you intend – the way you've phrased it, it reads like “she couldn't die for his sake”, rather than “she couldn't die for his sake”, if you catch my drift. “She had to stay alive for his sake” would remove the ambiguity.
Anyway, yeah, this was a super cool chapter, from setting through character right down to details. And Jera is definitely going to be a difficult fragment to convince, too – to say nothing of the fact that Glace is going to have a hell of a time even tracking her down, as a land pokémon stranded in the middle of the ocean. Looking forward to next time, for sure!
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Post by Ambyssin on Apr 26, 2018 21:15:58 GMT
III. I had expected Glace and Sonata to have a few growing pains. But what's neat, I think, is that they're able to talk it out like the mature adults you presented them as, rather than descending into angry arguments. And there were enough spicier bits (like Glace's perceived jealousy of Sonata) to keep me interested. It's clear that, for all of Sonata's more bubbly characteristics, her past is still something she's keeping under lock and key, so to speak. In fact, that could really extend to all three fragments. As, once they finally find Patience, he's not too keen on saying much of anything. I think Sonata offering little glimpses into her past was a nice way to break up the investigation a little bit. The suspicions Glace still has are also interesting. A part of me feels like that particular character trait could play a role in preventing the fragments' attempts to merge from working properly, and that she needs to get around that. But Sonata's really not helping whe she says stuff like "Don't be suspicious," and "Trust me."
IV. I think you really hit the nail on the head when Glace started waxing philosophical about more menial jobs/tasks and how they make your mind wander. I was practically nodding my head in agreement right along with that part. Given how heavy this idea of Glace feeling like she failed permeates in the chapter, her taking Patience's job felt less like her doing the right thing and more like some abstract, self-imposed punishment. Which I think continues to speak to her restless, distrusting nature. Even she doesn't seem to be sure exactly why she's doing it, only that it has to be done. Which, I guess, you can extrapolate to this whole quest she's on. At the same time, Patience's side of things is extraordinarily introspective. It's kind of a double-edged sword. Because while it does provide a complete and comprehensive look into his mind, it does feel like you're rehashing at a lot of things that we already knew about him from Chapter 2. I can't help but feel like this scene might've been better if he had someone to bounce his thoughts off of, kind of like Glace and Sonata at the start. In fact, I think the conversation he ends up having with Glace retreads the same subject matter but felt more engaging. But I do appreciate it for the quiet introspective piece that it is. Especially cause it does make me think about emotions and when I find myself happy.
Once again, there's a bit of a tease with Sonata's past in regards to all those ghosts. She continues to be a giant question mark. But darn it if it didn't keep me interested! Lastly, this might be a bit of a nitpick, but now that Glace has more than one resident in her head, I do feel as though you need to start properly labeleing whose thoughts are whose because I got tripped up on some of them.
V. Boy, talk about a night and a day difference. In a whole bunch of regards. We go from Patience, utterly on his own with no really connections to speak of, to the Pokémon equivalent of Mother Teresa mixed with an extreme vigilantism take on Child Protective Services. It's all so very strange to see in a Pokémon context. But strange in a good way. This is clearly going to create a huge problem for Glace and company when they show up. I doubt Jera would be willing to part with her children. They clearly adore her and she adores them. And she's got quite the hero complex going that's a far cry from Patience's indifference and, as he put it, inability to stand up for himself. At the same time, adding in the underwater element creates something very different as far as traversal and atmosphere go. It's something Glace is clearly going to have to problem solve and I look forward to seeing how that's going to work. Some of the stuff related to that is pretty cool, too. The Sharpedo attack read less like your prototypical, anime-style Pokémon battle and more like a nature documentary showcasing sharks and octopi. I liked Jera's use of jet propulsion initially. And I agree that that was a great way to make use of Soak, one of those moves that nobody in their right mind would give the time of day to under normal circumstances.
If I had to fault anything, it's that I think you went a bit out of your way to keep Jera nameless until you found it necessary. This led to a lot of instances of "The Octillery," which got a bit tiresome to see after awhile. Not to mention, it resulted in a few cases of you starting, like, five or six consecutive paragraphs with "she."
Okay, I'm all caught up! Sorry for the delay. Though, I'm not sure you may have noticed. ^^;
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Post by Vulpi on Apr 27, 2018 0:16:58 GMT
VI. Let Me Help You
Glace immediately regretted opening a dimensional tear. The moment that the Weavile widened the hole in the ethereal binding of the multiverse, it sucked her right out of Yore's watchtower. She could do nothing as it tore her out of the Tranquill's realm and violently thrust her into the new dimension. She screamed as the tear threw her into the sky and sent her plummeting to the ground. She attempted to right herself, twisting and turning through the air, but it did little good. She could barely hold her position for more than a few seconds before the wind flipped her into an awkward position. She could feel the wind drying up the tears in her eyes as her stomach twisted painfully. She clawed at the air as her heart jolted in her chest, threatening to leap right out of her body. Why am I falling?! Why did the tear shoot me into the sky?!
I don't know! Maybe because you absorbed Yore, it thought you could fly or something!
That doesn't make any sense!
Well I don't know why! It's the best explanation I got!
Isn't there any way we can help her, Sonata? Can't she turn into one of us so that she can fly?
No, our bodies are gone! They disappeared the second we merged with her?
Does that mean Glace is going to die then?
No! We're not... she's not going to die! There's a way out of this, I know it!
Like what?! What's my way out of this?! Tell me your great plan, Sonata before I splatter into a million pieces!
I'm thinking of something!
I never should have opened that tear without looking in it first. I should have seen where it was going to drop me off. But no, you said it'd be fine! You said there was nothing to worry about!
I didn't know it would do this! It's never dropped me off into the sky before!
Both of you stop fighting! It's-
Glace hit something hard. All of the air in her lungs left her as her descent abruptly ceased. She inhaled sharply as something dark and murky quickly washed over her. It wrapped itself around her entirely, and then pulled her down. Something harsh and suffocating rushed into her mouth and nose as she sank deeper and deeper into the darkness. Glace could feel the darkness weighing down on her mind, lulling her to sleep even though it burned her lungs. She couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes. Glace, you've got to get to air! We're going to drown here!
Where is… here? Where are we…?
Somewhere underwater!
So we're in water… so that's why I'm not dead yet…
Yeah but you're going to be if you don't start swimming right now! Come on, get to the surface! Open your mouth and follow the air bubbles!
Glace absently opened her eyes before opening her mouth as well. Not even a second later, a few, minuscule bubbles escaped from her mouth. They slid past her face and above her head before disappearing into the darkness. Come on, go after them!The Weavile sluggishly moved her arms. They moved fluidly through the water, miraculously not broken despite the fall. The movement drove out the lull overtaking her mind, and with it, vigor returned to both her arms and legs. Her murmuring heart once again thudded loudly in her ears as the true gravity of the situation dawned upon Glace. She nearly inhaled a mouthful of water, but stopped herself just before it could go down her throat. Glace righted herself up in the water, and then opened her mouth once again. More air bubbles rose out of her and drifted high above her head. She wasted no time in going after them. She kicked her feet and swept her arms through the black water with all her might, all the while resisting the urge to breathe in. Her lungs still stung and the intensity grew with each stroke, but she forced herself to keep her mouth closed. After seemingly an eternity later, Glace's head finally emerged from the water. She took in a deep, sharp breath before coughing harshly. She vomited up a small pillar of water before hacking up stray droplets here and there. She could still feel the burn in her lungs, but it didn't sting nearly as ferociously as when she had been submerged deep into the water. She wiped at her eyes with her claws as she hacked up every last bit of water from her lungs and mouth. Oh thank goodness, you made it. You really had me worried there.
I'm very glad you made it back to the surface. Are you okay, Glace?
No. I almost drowned. I'm most certainly not okay.
I see… I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I really am. If it were possible, I would have given you my wings in a heartbeat.Glace felt her heart sink deep into her chest. She could practically see Yore shirking in her mind's eye, averting his gaze from her. She coughed a bit more, and then sighed. It wasn't your fault. Nothing about this was.
Yeah, it was my fault anyway. I really didn't consider that just maybe the tear would do that to you. We really should have just tried to peek inside the dimension. It's just that, you know, I can fly so I never have to worry about if I'm going to free fall…
Can we even do that though? I open that tear just a tiny bit and then it sucks me right in.
Right… that's a problem. Oh, I wish I could have figured out more about dimensional travel. I'm sure that there's a way to just peer into the dimension you want to go to, but I never figured out how. It's all just so complicated and weird…
I'm afraid too much of our situation doesn't sound logical. Why just a few moments ago, we were at my old sentry post. Now we're in a body of water that doesn't feel anything like the lakes near my home.It was then that Glace realized that she had no idea where they actually were. She had been so busy panicking in the midst of her fall that she hadn't bothered to take in any of her surroundings. She wiped the last bits of water out of her eyes, and then removed her claws from her face. She found that everything around her was black. It was exactly the same as it had been underwater; dark, endless, and lifeless. She couldn't see a single thing around her as she floated on the water's surface. She had the moon high above her, but its pale light couldn't help her. It only illuminated a small part of the water surrounding her. If anything, it made her feel even more alone. Glace tasted the water. It filled her mouth a strong, salty taste that instantly made her thirsty. She quickly spat it out wiped at her mouth with her arm. Oh, we're in the ocean, Glace. My caretakers told me that the ocean tasted as salty as that.
The ocean. Great. Of all the places we had to land, it had to be the one domain I've never bothered with…
You've never been to the ocean?
No, why should I? Weavile have no business with the ocean. We don't belong there. Our bodies were meant specifically for mountains and snowy regions.
A fair point.The Weavile squinted her eyes and glanced around. She could still only see nothing but black all around her. She couldn't see even the vaguest outline of an island anywhere. She could barely see her pearly claws in the water. Still, staying still wouldn't solve anything. It wasn't as though the land were going to make its way toward her. Not only that, but more worrying thoughts slowly trickled into her mind. Namely, what swam below the dark depths of the ocean. They could just be harmless Feebas or Finneon that Glace saw at the markets. They could do nothing more than tickle the soles of her feet. But they could also be treacherous Tentacruel, watching her with their cold eyes while filling their tentacles with thick, immobilizing poison. Glace could practically feel something clammy wrapping around her legs right now. It would only be a matter of moments before she would be dragged back down into the dark water and welcomed by the insidious red glow that spelt her doom. Glace set her sights toward the moon, and then swam toward it. It was an awkward swim, one where she paddled her arms and legs under the water as a four-legged Pokémon might attempt to do, but it got the job done. She made her way through the waves and progressed at an adequate pace. That itself was a miracle when no one had ever taught her how to swim. Glace didn't know how long it would take to find land or if she was even going in the right direction. But she couldn't stay still. She couldn't let those imaginary Tentacruel ensnare her. But maybe there weren't only Tentacruel. Maybe there were even more horrific creatures down below. She didn't know what they could be; no one had ever told her about the creatures of the deep. She only knew about Tentacruel because of a story she had overheard in the dojo. For all she knew, eldritch creatures with bladed fins and mouths with hundreds of jagged teeth swam just beneath her. Or worse, they could be so monstrous in size that they could swallow her up in one gulp. She wouldn't be able to see any of them coming for her until it was too late. In the endless ocean smothered in night, she had no means to defend herself. Her quick feet, her hooked claws, and even her domain over the cold could offer her no help. Glace swam a little more vigorously. No, she would find land before any of those monsters even caught a glimpse of her. She would find a haven soon. There was no reason to think she would die in this dimension. Everything would be fine. She would find land soon. The Weavile made sure to keep her nose above the water as she swam. It was difficult, but she managed. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever been in the water. But she could now see why she had never felt the desire to be amongst the water-types; it felt too alien. There was nothing solid beneath your feet. Your claws couldn't swipe through the water with the efficiency you wanted. You had to move with both your arms and your legs to get anywhere. Minutes passed and Glace still couldn't see any semblance of land in her sight. She could already feel her arms and legs starting to ache. It was becoming harder to breathe as well. Glace ignored the pain and kept swimming. Many more minutes went by and Glace saw no salvation in sight. She hadn't even seen a flicker of the ominous red she dreaded. Only vast darkness had kept her company. There has to be land somewhere. We couldn't have landed that far away from civilization.
Sonata, are you sure that we can't grant Glace the use of our wings? I'm deeply worried for her safety. She can only swim for much longer before she overexerts herself.
Well I really don't think it's going to work… but I'll give it a try.
It was then that a stabbing pain shot through Glace's skull. She abruptly stopped as she clutched her head with her hands, resisting the urge to dig her claw tips deep into her scalp. She groaned and squirmed as she squeezed her eyes shut. She could already feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Stop, stop! Stop whatever you're doing!
Alright, alright!
The pain stopped just as quickly as it came. Glace took in a few deep breaths as she rubbed her temples with the blunt part of her claws. When she had gathered her bearings, she lowered her claws and opened her eyes. Nothing but the empty ocean greeted her. Don't you ever do that again.
I'm sorry Glace. I shouldn't have suggested that. I didn't think that it would hurt you.
It's fine. I just don't want you or Sonata to try that again. I'm a Weavile; there's no point in trying to change that.
Of course. I should never have tried to challenge that fact.Glace could feel a pit grow in the bottom of her stomach. She tried not to grimace as the feeling reached into her chest and twisted her heart. Looks like you're just going to have to keep swimming. But hey, maybe the sun will rise soon and then we can see everything better!
I really hope so, Sonata. I'd like to be able to see again.
The Weavile took another moment of rest, and then got moving once again. The ache in her chest and stomach vanished the moment she did. However, the same couldn't be said about the pain in her limbs. Her arms and legs still protested and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep swimming. She needed to find even the smallest hint of an island soon or else she might have to spend the night drifting along the ocean's surface. The very thought that made the pain pulsing through her body a little more bearable. Neither Yore nor Sonata talked to Glace as she swam through the water. She only kept her thoughts focused solely on finding any speck of land. She didn't think about how long she had to swim, when morning would come, or how large the ocean could even be. These thoughts would only slow her down. They would lull her and make her sink back into the dark waves. It was after remaining in this empty state of mind for what felt to be many long, endless hours did Glace finally come across land. It was a tiny island, one that she could barely make out in the darkness, but it would do. Glace pushed herself more as she swam straight for the island. As she neared it, she could see that it really was quite small. Only about three palm trees grew out of the sand with thin patches of green growing around them. She imagined that not a single living creature dwelt on such a small settlement. However, she couldn't dwell in these thoughts, because the second she emerged from the water and crawled onto the island, her body gave out on her. She couldn't even feel the soft sand or foliage as she hit the ground and slipped away.
When Glace came to, the first thing she noticed was that she felt cool. She couldn't feel a single drop of water or grain of sand clinging to her body. She only felt something comforting beneath her, something akin to her bed. It had always been so welcoming after a long day of teaching at the dojo. So soft like downy feathers, yet firm enough that you didn't sink into it like mud. The Weavile slowly opened her eyes. Endless blurs of evergreen flooded into her vision. That didn't seem right to her. She blinked a few times, and her vision changed. Now she saw hundreds of blades of grass beneath her. They swayed in a non-existent wind and lightly brushed against her face. Glace couldn't help but stare at the grass. There hadn't been this much grass on the island. Granted, she had only seen it for a few seconds before she passed out, but the grass was too thick for it to be growing on an island. This more resembled what she might find on forest flooring. The Weavile pushed herself off the ground with her claws and looked up. What she saw before her nearly made her gasp. There, looming over her like a tower, stood a tree. It was a massive tree, stretching so high into the sky that it would take hours just to climb up its cobalt canopy. And even then, Glace wasn't sure how she was supposed to climb the tree. The trunk, rather than being one solid mass, seemed to be multiple tendrils of pale gold wood entwined with one another and spiraling up. All the bark held a sheen similar to that of a polished gem. Hundreds of lengthy vines hung from the branches and dangled far out of Glace's reach. They each radiated with milky colors that didn't seem out of a place in a surreal, comforting dream. Something about standing in their soft glow made Glace feel oddly nostalgic. She almost felt like a little Sneasel again, one who could run for miles and miles through the winter lands and never grow tired. In fact, just standing before this great tree was enough to make Glace feel this way. Something about basking in its enormous shadow made everything seem so whimsical. She couldn't stop herself from getting up and drawing closer to the tree. She carefully climbed over each of the tree's thick, exposed roots at least five times her size as she neared it. She only vaguely noticed that the roots felt warm and seemed to pulse beneath her touch. Glace stopped when she reached the very base of the tree. She craned her neck up and stared up at the canopy again. She could see now that it didn't hold leaves in its branches like all other trees in her dimension. They held a more wraith-like appearance, as if they were mere smoke wisps taking on the vague form of leaves. And yet, they seemed so very far away, maybe even further away than before. She wasn't even sure if she could reach the canopy if she had wings. It seemed forever out of reach. And yet, it called to her. She could hear it beckoning her, telling her to climb up the winding trunk, nestle in its branches, and take in the ethereal haze. "What kind of tree is this?" Glace snapped out of her trance. She blinked and then turned toward the source of the voice. Her heart jolted when she saw who it was. There, standing not far from her, were Yore and Sonata. No longer were they nothing more than voices in her head. They had regained their physical forms, once again a Tranquill and Noivern. Not only that, but their forms were without blemish. Sonata's injured eye had completely healed, not even a single scar to be seen. Yore's feathers seemed to have a brighter gloss to them, as though he had recently preened himself or perhaps taken a long bath. Glace could see both of them staring up at the marvelous tree, their eyes glimmering with an almost hatchling-like light. The Weavile could only imagine they felt just as much wonderment as she had earlier. "You two aren't inside of me anymore," Glace stated, not even bothering to keep the surprise out of her voice. The two fragments snapped their gazes over to Glace. It only took them a few seconds to understand Glace's statement. The moment they did, their pupils dilated. They both looked over themselves, carefully raising their feet and flapping their wings. "I have a body again… wow. It feels so weird to have one again," Sonata remarked as she checked her tail. "But why do we have one?" Yore then wondered. "Did something happen when you found that island, Glace?" "No, nothing happened," Glace replied. "I remember I that I reached the island, and then I passed out. I don't think anything else happened." "Well none of that explains anything. Including why we're here," Sonata stated. "Wherever here is. At this… um, giant tree?" The three fragments brought their attention back to the towering tree. It still stood before them and sheltered them in its cool shade. Glace couldn't help but notice that the vines seemed to be glowing a little more brightly now. She even thought she saw a few of them swaying in a non-existent wind. "Do any of you know about this tree?" Yore asked. "Nope, never seen anything like it," Sonata said with a shake of her head. "It's a pretty cool tree though. I wouldn't mind living around a tree like this. I bet it attracts a lot of tasty food. Maybe it even grows some nice fruit too." "I've never seen this tree either," Glace said. "It seems almost kind of magical." "I can see that. I don't know many trees that glow with strange lights like this one does," Yore said with a nod. "Perhaps we should investigate the tree? It seems that there's nothing else around here that's noteworthy." Glace looked out into the distance. She had been so entranced by the tree that she hadn't bothered to take in the rest of her surroundings. However, upon doing so, she realized there hadn't been much of a point in doing so. The land seemed to stretch for a mile away from the tree, and then abruptly stop, vanishing without a trace. Beyond that, only a golden sky with wispy clouds awaited. It reminded Glace very much of the island she had collapsed on; a tiny haven amidst an eternal ocean. However, instead of the tree being surrounded by water, it was now hovering in the sky with a ball of light perpetually setting into an imaginary horizon. The land surrounding the tree was indeed beautiful, filled with vibrant flowers of all kinds that glimmered like diamonds, but it paled in comparison to the tree. Before the enormous tree and its otherworldly wonder, everything else surrounding it might as well have been dirt. Only the sea of gold surrounding the island from every angle could rival the spectacle of the tree. "Yeah, let's investigate the tree," Glace said after a moment. "There's not much else we can do." Yore nodded once and then spread out his wings. However, just as he seemed ready to push off the ground, a new sound emitted through the air. It sounded like feathers rustling. All three of the fragments looked up to see a blue, avian Pokémon with white, puffy wings that resembled clouds. It seemed to be descending directly toward them. "Let's hide," Glace said quickly. "I have a feeling we're not supposed to be here." Without wasting another second, Glace hurried toward the nearest root she could find. She vaulted right over it with one fluid motion. Glace didn't even register hitting the ground as she hid behind the root and peered over its edge. She saw Yore and Sonata rushing toward her with similar haste. Within seconds, they joined the Weavile behind the massive root, though Yore seemed to be having more difficulty hiding myself than either of the girls. He couldn't quite hide his head as easily despite his smaller size. Glace considered pushing his head down to better conceal him, but changed her mind when she saw that his feathers didn't stand out much against the wood. Glace watched as the Altaria settled right where the three had been standing before. She fluffed her feathers for just a moment, sending cotton-like particles up into the air like dandelion seeds, and then straightened her posture. She brought her solemn gaze to the ethereal tree. "Greetings, oh great Keeper of Realms," the Altaria said with a small bow of her head. "I hope that I have not disturbed you. I come bearing news as a mere messenger to those more worthy of your presence." A golden orb several times the Altaria's size manifested right before her. She didn't move as the brilliant glow slowly took on a more distinguishable shape. Something that seemed to stand on four elongated legs and had large appendages protruding out of its head. They seemed so sharp that Glace was sure they could pierce through any Pokémon's flesh with enough force. When the orb finished its transformation, the light vanished, and there stood a creature in its place. It was a great furred creature of black and blue with antlers adorned with brilliant lights. It held itself tall above the Altaria and gazed down upon her with its sapphire eyes. It had one of its front legs over the other in an almost dignified, regal manner. And yet, Glace couldn't feel any bit of condescension from this majestic creature. She only felt tranquility in the air all around her, as though its mere presence had smothered out every evil in the world and left only serenity and harmony to frolic about. "What do the gods desire of me?""The gods desire a meeting with you," the Altaria spoke, still keeping her head bowed. "They would appreciate it if you could meet them in the Hall of Origin at your earliest convenience." "A meeting? My, I have not been called to a meeting in quite some time nor have I ever thought there to be the time for one. All has been relatively well in all of the realms, save for a miniscule rip in the dimensional barriers."
"They said there was something they wanted to speak to you about. They wouldn't say the purpose of the meeting, only that you come as soon as you can." "I understand. Well then messenger, tell the gods that I will see them shortly. I only need to look over a few of the realms for potential anomalies.""Very well, thank you for your cooperation, Keeper of Realms." With that, the Altaria opened her wings and flew up into the golden sky. The horned creature watched her go in silence. Glace couldn't help but notice that a misty glaze had formed over its eyes now. The mystic, calming aura that it once radiated slowly filled the air with a thick, muddled feeling that made Glace's skin crawl. She even thought she saw some of the vines of the tree shudder for just a moment. The mystical stag-like being watched the last of the Altaria disappear into the far distance and then closed its eyes. Golden globes sprouted from its body and sent them flying up into the air. With each orb that bubbled out of the creature, its body grew more and more transparent. Within seconds, the entire body was nothing more than a cluster of blinking lights. They filled up all of Glace's vision with their radiance, drowning out the entire island in their brilliance. The meadow, the sky, her other selves, even the very tree all melted into the gold of the horned one's disappearing body. The glint became her entire world as it enveloped her. It welcomed her in its warm grasp, wordlessly whispering in her ears that she was safe and sound. It nestled her and stroked her head with the tenderness of a loving mother soothing her hatchling to sleep. Glace couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes as the gold whisked her away into a peaceful nothingness.
"How much longer until we get to Palm Island? I can't remember how long we've been out here." "We passed by Wayward Island just the other day, and the distance between Palm and Wayward is about… three days. We've seen two sunsets already, so not much longer. I imagine we should arrive by dawn tomorrow, maybe even by sunset tonight if the wind is on our side." "Ah, good. I can't wait to finally reach that island. I heard that they have amazing greenberries. Supposedly the best in the whole world. " "Heh, well if you have the money for them, sure. They aren't cheap, you know." "Oh don't worry; I've been saving up for this. I'm not about to stop by Palm Island and not get the best greenberries on the planet. Who knows when we'll ever come back." Glace didn't recognize the voices. They both sounded male, adults about her age as well, but she could discern nothing else. She opened her eyes and was immediately met with a harsh burst of light. Glace squeezed her eyelids back shut. She could see red fuzzy dots dancing behind her eyelids, which certainly didn't help ease the mild discomfort shifting through her head. She rubbed at her eyes and turned over onto her side, all the while groaning miserably. "Oh hey, look. Your little castaway is waking up." "Huh, you're right. She really is still alive." Glace heard footsteps and the sound of wood creaking. She quieted down as she listened to the creatures make their way towards her. She couldn't tell what they were, but given they didn't make too much sound when they moved, she imagined they weren't very big. When the creaking stopped, Glace finally forced herself to open her eyes, if only a tiny bit. The brilliant light still flooded into her vision, but it wasn't nearly as strong. It was currently being blocked by two figures leering over her. Glace blinked a few times before opening her eyes completely. She now saw that the two figures were actually a Vigoroth and Slowking. They both stared at her with bemused glares, as if she were an entirely new species of Pokémon. Glace honestly considered that could very well be the case in this dimension. "Hey there, welcome back to the world of the living," the Vigoroth said with a wry smile. Glace sat up, prompting the two to take a few steps back. Glace ignored them as she rubbed her head with her claws. She noticed that her fur felt quite dry, but still smelt heavily of seawater. She didn't know why that was. There had been no sign of an ocean when she had been visiting that strange tree. It was then that Glace remembered what had happened to her before she had been whisked away to the tree. The dark water swallowing her up and the endless hours of swimming through the darkness all came rushing back to her. She could just faintly remember seeing the white sand before she blacked out. And yet, there was no sand beneath her now. She only felt planks of rough wood that threatened to put splinters into her. It was with this thought that Glace finally took a moment to take in her surroundings. She was on a wooden contraption of some sort. It hoisted a white cloth from a large pole protruding out of the flooring, which made loud ruffling noises as the wind breezed past it. It wasn't a very large vessel, only enough room to hold maybe twenty more Pokémon, but it was still a sight to behold. But what was even more surprising was that the contraption was moving in the ocean. It somehow stayed afloat despite how heavy it seemed, sailing through the blue water with ease. The device would rock every so often as the waves collided against it, but never enough for Glace to feel as though she would be hurled into the water. Glace brought her gaze back to the two Pokémon to find that they hadn't averted their gazes from her. "Where am I?" she asked. "What exactly am I sitting on?" "Well you're on a boat," the Vigoroth answered with a small chuckle. "What, you've never seen one of these things before?" "No, I haven't," Glace said carefully. "Where I come from, we don't have boats." "Wow, are you serious? What island are you from that doesn't know what a boat is?" the Vigoroth asked. "Perhaps she's from one of those secluded islands that refuse to make trades with the others," the Slowking suggested. "I think there was one near where you found her." "Well, it would explain her species," the Vigoroth shrugged. "Still can't believe she doesn't know what a boat is. Figured everyone on the planet knows what they are." "Apparently they don't as your little castaway has proven," the Slowking stated. "How did you two find me?" Glace cut in. "Oh, Matt here found you collapsed on a little island while we were sailing around," the Slowking replied. "He thought that you were dying and wanted to bring you with us. He didn't feel like you should die on such a lonely island." "You don't have to put it like that…" Matt said with a glower. "I could have put it in worse ways," the Slowking answered plainly before bring his gaze back to Glace. "But either way, looks like you're not dying after all." "Not anymore anyway," Glace remarked. "Would you care to explain why you were on that island?" the Slowking then asked. "It's been bothering me ever since we dragged you on board. Especially when no one's seen your species, or any ice-type for that matter, for centuries. You're a complete enigma I'm just itching to understand." Glace frowned. She had been hoping that the conversation wouldn't come to this, but she realized it was inevitable. She was too much of a curious subject to not question. "There's still Weavile in the world," Glace answered. "We just prefer living in secluded clans of our species than with other Pokémon. It's easier to live with your own kind than outsiders you can never hope to fully understand." "And your kind can stand the island climates?" the Slowking then asked. "I imagine it'd be so easy to develop hyperthermia as an ice-type." "That's a myth uninformed Pokémon made up. We might prefer the cold areas of the north, but we can adjust to practically any climate with enough time. The only one we can't stand is the desert, but most Pokémon can't either." "Alright, fair enough. I'll believe that for now. But that doesn't explain why you were on that tiny island. I don't think many Pokémon that aren't water-types swim out in the great ocean without a boat." Glace stared out at the sea beside her. Just as during the night, it stretched endlessly into the distance from every direction she faced. While the water wasn't black and treacherous now, instead being a serene blue that matched the sky above, it didn't erase the fact that she couldn't spot land anywhere in sight. In a way, her circumstances hadn't changed much. She was still stranded in the middle of the ocean, only now she was on a drifting boat with two curious Pokémon instead of on a stationary island. "I was trying to catch something near the shore," Glace answered effortlessly, still watching the ocean. "I followed it out into the sea and then, next thing I knew, I had been dragged out miles away from the island without a clue of how to get back. It didn't take much longer for me to go under and black out. I imagine I drifted onto that island by sheer coincidence." "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," the Slowking said quietly. "It sounds to me that you got caught in a rip current. They truly create harrowing experiences for anyway. It's miraculous that you survived honestly." Glace didn't say anything, but she did bring her gaze back to the two Pokémon. She found they were both shooting her long frowns and that their postures had sunk a slight amount. "Listen, Rob and I were heading out to Palm Island right now to pick up a few things for our own island," the Vigoroth said. "We imagine we should be there by tonight or tomorrow morning. After we finish our business there, did you want us to bring you back to your island? It's on our way home, so it wouldn't be an inconvenience." Aw, that's thoughtful of them. You're lucky that you found these two, Glace. I don't need them to bring me back to a non-existent island though. They'll realize I was lying if I do. Yeah, that's true. Alright, let's get dropped off at that Palm Island they were talking about. Maybe we'll even find Jera there. Would be nice to find one of our other selves without wandering around for days. "No, it's alright," Glace said as Sonata's voice left her mind. "You don't need to do that for me. You can bring me to Palm Island and I'll stay there." "Are you really sure about that?" Matt asked. "It really wouldn't be a hassle." "No, I'm fine," Glace insisted. "Take me to Palm Island and drop me off there." "I imagine that your clan is worried about you," the Vigoroth continued to say. Glace felt a flicker of resentment stir within her. She had to resist scowling as the poisonous feeling seeped into her blood. "I want to go to Palm Island," she stated firmly. "I don't want to be dropped off at my island." "Really, if you're worried that taking you home would be a burden, it's not," the Vigoroth went on. "I really don't want anyone worrying about you. I've got my own family, you know? One beautiful mate and two lovely daughters. If any of them were to suddenly go missing and no one knew where they were, you can sure bet that I would-" Something within Glace snapped. It broke her icy façade and took full control of her tongue before she could comprehend what it was. "My clan doesn't care that I'm gone," Glace said with sudden venom in her voice. "They don't want me anymore. I'm no one to them. They've refused to let me participate in any of their hunts for the past few weeks. They would let the weakest Sneasel with the shortest claws go instead of me. Then while the hunting parties were out, they would stick me in a cave or in a tree hollow and make me stay there until meal time. I couldn't do anything except sit there and scratch shapes into the walls. So don't you dare tell me that they miss me and want me back." An awkward silence fell over the group, interrupted only by the sounds of the ocean rocking the boat. The Vigoroth and Slowking stood there, completely stunned and speechless. Even Yore and Sonata didn't make a single remark within Glace's mind. When the Weavile realized what a scene she had created, she forced her gaze back onto the waves. She tried to ignore the rotten feeling gnawing in her chest. "Drop me off at Palm Island," she muttered quietly. "There's nowhere else for me." "Of course," the Slowking said with a small nod. "If that's what you want." And with that, the two sailors let Glace be as they made their way to the nose of the ship, granting her the quiet and solitude she desperately needed.
Glace watched the sun begin its descent in the watery horizon as she munched on a Magikarp the sailors had fished out of the ocean moments ago. She didn't care much for the flavor, finding it to be too chewy and salty for her tastes, but ate it nonetheless. She needed the nourishment. Then also, she could practically feel Yore craving it for himself. She could feel it in her mouth, that insatiable need to sink her fangs into this raw Magikarp that she had never felt before. And even though biting into the Magikarp didn't fill her with the savory taste she anticipated, it still numbed the craving itself. Why do you even eat Magikarp anyway, Yore? Tranquill don't usually eat meat. They eat berries or bugs I believe.
I was raised by Talonflame who treated me as though I were a Fletchling. They didn't know how to care for a Pidove, so they taught me what they knew. If what you say is true however, then it would explain why I had a difficult time grabbing the Magikarp out of the water for the longest time.
Glace peered over at the Slowking and Vigoroth. She found that they were standing at the front of the boat, pointing at something in the distance and discussing how much further they needed to sail. They hadn't bothered her much since she told them to drop her off at Palm Island, save for giving her the Magikarp. They had mostly kept to themselves throughout the day, something Glace felt quite grateful for. She gazed out at the sun once again. She saw how it had become a great ball of golden light as it dipped down over the ocean, dying the sky around it with its glow. It reminded her of the strange sky that surrounded the tree from earlier. It was with this thought that Glace started to wonder just what exactly that tree had been and the strange events that had unfolded around it. She could practically see the enormous plant in her mind right now, glimmering with its milky and peaceful colors. You two remember being at that tree, don't you?
Yeah, hard to forget that! I had my body back and everything. And my eye wasn't all messed up! Felt great!
Yes, the same. Do you still not know how we arrived at that tree, Glace?
No, I don't. I blacked out, and then I woke up at that tree. I don't know how I got there and how you two were in your own bodies. Or anything about that Altaria and that horned creature we saw. Nothing there made much sense.
Well I think that thing that was talking to the Altaria was supposed to be the Keeper of Realms or whatever that Altaria said. So, maybe that person was a god or something like that? Would explain why he was glowing and why he appeared and disappeared with all those gold lights. It didn't look like any legendaries I know of though. And I sure don't know any legends about some giant tree in the middle of some floating island. But you know, if that thing really was a Keeper of Realms, maybe it's got something to do with us.
It was then that Glace finally realized something that she hadn't before. Something that she had somehow overlooked despite it being incredibly obvious in hindsight. That horned creature had the same voice as the creature talking to me in that vision.
Wait a minute… you're right, Glace! They do have the same voice! Wow, good catch. I kind of forgot what it sounded like because it only said like two things and it was a while ago.
I don't quite understand what you two are talking about.
Oh, right. I don't think you saw a vision like Glace and I.
What vision?
Yeah, exactly. The two of us got a vision about our other selves and our old self told us to go find them. We couldn't see our old self, but we heard it talk for a little bit. It sounded exactly like that horned thing by that tree.
I see. So what you are saying is that the horned creature we saw earlier could be our whole self. This Keeper of Realms, according to that Altaria. It certainly sounds about right. It would make sense that a supposed realm keeper would have the power to split itself into multiple Pokémon.
Yeah! Looks like we've figured out who we used to be! Alright, awesome! We finally figured out this huge mystery.
Except that we don't know why it made us in the first place.As soon as Glace thought that, Sonata's jittery energy quieted down. A dark, heavy feeling settled over Glace, but another bite out of the Magikarp helped chase it away. We also don't even know how we were able to see that thing when we're all split up. If it really is our old self, it shouldn't exist anymore. And yet we saw it talking to that Altaria.
Well… maybe it was a memory. I mean, you've heard those stories about how amnesic people get random memories about their life at random times. Maybe it's the same idea with us.
We're not amnesic; we just came into existence very differently than other Pokémon. I can remember my entire life fine, Yore can remember his life fine, and I imagine you can too.
Yeah, but that's just our fragment lives. None of us remember anything about our old self. I'd count that as amnesia.
Fine, we'll count ourselves as amnesiacs then. That still doesn't explain why were all in the memory together. If it really was a memory, we should have been seeing it from that horned creature's perspective.
Well… um. We um… alright, you stumped me there. I got nothing there.Glace really did want to believe Sonata when she theorized that they were this supposed Keeper of Realms. It made perfect sense to her that they would be god-like being who served as the guardian over all the different dimensions. She couldn't think of a better fit for who they could be, except perhaps Arceus himself. She would have thought Arceus would be the guardian of the dimensions, being the supposed grand creator of the universes, but she realized that maybe that had been a misconception. After all, Arceus had supposedly created Palkia and Dialga to craft time and space, concepts he could have made himself. It wasn't much of a stretch to believe that he would create another creature to maintain his creations. If any of this was even true to begin with, that was. Glace wasn't entirely sure what she thought about existence and its formation anymore. Not long ago, she had thought that her dimension was the one and only universe in all of existence. She never would have guessed that just beyond an invisible veil, countless other universes filled with Pokémon lived right alongside her, oblivious to their true insignificance of the multiverse. Regardless, she really could believe that this Keeper of Realms could very well be her old self. It was only unfortunate that she couldn't come up with an explanation for what had happened at that tree. Maybe their old self hadn't shattered completely and was still around in some form? Maybe they could talk to it if they could reach that tree again? She really did want to know why she had been created in the seemingly infinite realms of existence. Maybe we were in our bodies because our minds haven't merged back together.
Glace stopped pondering. Even though Yore's words rang so quietly through her mind, they struck with the intensity of a lightning bolt. What are you talking about?
You might have assimilated our bodies, but our minds are still our own. I wonder if we all visited our old self in separate bodies because we aren't one yet. We're still fragments. We're not actually the keeper yet.
Ohhhhh! So you mean like when Glace passed out, we all got thrown into the memory. And then we watched like outsiders because we're not actually our whole self anymore. We're just like spectators.
Something like that, yes. I know it doesn't seem logically sound, but considering our circumstances, it seemed plausible to me.
Well it makes perfect sense to me! Trust me, I've heard way weirder stuff in my own dimension. Yours is pretty normal compared to all that.
Glace could feel a pleasant shudder course through her that made her smile just a bit. She even felt the need to wag a non-existent tail. I can work with that explanation as well, Yore. For now, anyway. And who knows, maybe we'll see more memories and we'll be able to understand all of this better.
Of course. I, just like you, would also like to know why were split apart. However, knowing that we possibly were this Keeper of Realms does provide me some happiness at least.
Feel like I might have seen that thing from somewhere though. I feel like I might have heard about some legendary that had horns like that one now that I think about it. But I don't know. Everyone's got a different interpretation of what all the legendaries look like. Like, I've seen some people draw Arceus as a four-legged thing with this golden wheel around its body. And then some other people draw him with a thousand arms. That last interpretation is kind of stupid though.
Glace laughed a little at the idea of Arceus having multiple arms jutting out of his body. She couldn't quite imagine why anyone would think of him as that. It didn't sound very majestic or godly to her in any sort of way. "Hey, we're at Palm Island now." Glace stopped laughing and turned to her side. She found the Vigoroth standing not far from where she stood, all the while gesturing to something behind him. Glace followed his hand and soon saw that the boat was no longer drifting about the endless ocean. It now floated a ways from the shoreline of an island far larger than the one she had rested on. She couldn't see much of it at the moment, save for the palm trees here and there, but she thought she saw semblance of a city further into the island. She could also see the Vigoroth's companion tying the boat to a winding, wooden platform rising out of the water that connected to the island's shoreline. It seemed quite lengthy, as if it was designed to hold multiple of these supposed boats at the same time. The Weavile pushed herself to her feet. She took one last bite out of the Magikarp in her claws, and then tossed it into the ocean. She heard it splash for a brief second over the sound of the rolling waves. "So we are," Glace said simply. "Hope that you enjoy being on the island," the Vigoroth said with a smile. "Are you sure you don't want to stay with us though? We can offer you a place to stay while we're here." "No, it's fine. I'll be alright on my own. There are ways off this island if I don't want to stay any longer, correct?" "Yeah, of course. Palm Island has merchants coming and going just about every day. I'm sure you could go on one of their boats, if you pay them that is." "I see. Good to know." The Weavile locked her gaze onto the platform right beside the boat. She could see how easy it would be to leap down onto it, even with the waves rocking the boat. "Hey, I'm sorry if I offended you in any sort of way earlier with about your clan and all," the Vigoroth then said, prompting Glace to look back at him. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything." Glace took in a deep breath. She knew she didn't have to respond in any sort of way. She could dismiss him entirely and be on her way now that she was so close to land again. But she couldn't. Some part of her mind pestered her, telling her that she couldn't abandon this Vigoroth after he had helped her. And no matter how much she tried to ignore that insistent voice in her head, it wouldn't leave her be. It demanded that she show more consideration for her fellow Pokémon. She briefly wondered why she had never had this nagging voice in her head until now after so many years. "It's fine," she told him. "I overreacted. You couldn't have known it was a touchy subject for me." "Ah, thanks," the Vigoroth said with a sigh. "It was really bothering me all day. I really wanted to say something to you, but I just didn't know how to say it and-" "It's fine," Glace said again, this time more firmly. "I accept your apology. And… I appreciate you for bringing me to this island. I'm pretty sure I would have never found civilization again if you hadn't spotted me." Glace could feel her heart thumping uncomfortably in her chest after saying that. She couldn't remember the last time she had expressed gratitude. It felt almost alien and wrong. The Weavile quickly jumped off the boat and landed on the platform before the conversation could keep going. She heard the wood groan beneath her feet, but it didn't give beneath her weight. The Weavile breathed deeply before she righted herself up. She wasted no time making her way toward the island even though her muscles felt stiff and tired. She didn't look back at her two rescuers as she quietly left them behind, lest the unpleasant feeling wash over her once again.
When Glace found herself within the supposed town that she saw peeking from the foliage, twilight descended upon the island. However, unlike in Granite Town, the Pokémon of Palm Island didn't begin to close up their shops. Instead, they set up blazing torches outside of their huts and cauldrons filled with chopped up wood. They didn't quite have the intensity or even the range of the luminous orbs back in Glace's dimension, but they offered sufficient light to the vicinity. Glace could easily see all of the Pokémon still roaming about what she felt to be a marketplace of sorts. The stands were filled with exotic, colorful fruits Glace had never seen before and the many straw-woven items certainly gave her that impression. She even she saw several vendors at their shops enticing Pokémon to see their many necklaces and bracelets crafted out of seashells and teeth of the marine wildlife. Glace couldn't help but stare at one particular stand holding yellow, star-shaped fruit. She had never would have imagined that fruit could naturally grow in that shape. She could tell that it hadn't been cut up or manipulated to be that way by the merchants; the skin seemed untouched. Quite a number of Pokémon swarmed around the stand and grabbed at least five of the odd fruit before bringing them to the presumed Feraligatr merchant looming close by. Glace noticed that all of the Pokémon would give him a number of small, black seashells before walking away with their purchase. They use shells here as currency. Interesting.
Huh. That's pretty weird. I wonder how that works though. I mean, wouldn't the ocean always be bringing in a bunch of seashells? That'd make their whole currency system worthless.
It could be that these are a limited amount of these types of seashells. Or maybe they altered them so that they're not like ordinary shells.
Maybe. I dunno, using coins seems a lot easier to me. Nobody can replicate coins all that easily compared to shells. I mean, how are shells even valuable anyway? They're just things you get on the shore and use for decoration.
How are coins valuable when they're nothing but flat metal?
… Okay fine, you got a point there.
Glace felt tempted to stick around longer and take in more of the island and how much different it could possibly be from her own dimension. She imagined the shell currency was only scratching the surface. However, she knew couldn't. She needed to find Jera; that fragment was her priority above all else. But before she could do that, she needed to find somewhere to rest for a while. Though she had done nothing but sit on that boat for hours and hours and watch the sea, it had still somehow worn her out. Her legs still ached and the Magikarp digesting in her belly filled her with a warm, lulling energy. The question was, where could Glace possibly go? She realized now that she could have stayed with Matt and Rob. That Vigoroth had offered lodging to her, and yet she had rejected it. That had been a poor move on her part. Though she wasn't entirely on board with the idea of voluntarily sleeping anywhere near strangers, it was better than being out here on the island with nothing but sand and thin trees unfit for her to rest in. Who knew what lurked the island at night. She had no concept of how much an island could change when the sun set. She had no idea where she was supposed to hide when the night predators awoke and prowled about. She didn't even know what these predators could possibly even be, if there were any to begin with. She couldn't sleep outside when she understood so little about the island. She had to go back to that Vigoroth and Slowking and ask to stay with them despite declining earlier. She had to admit that she had nowhere to go and needed shelter for a while. She felt an uncomfortable twisting in her stomach at the thought of that, but she knew what she had to do. She definitely she couldn't find an inn of any sorts when she didn't have this dimension's currency. She also most definitely couldn't sleep outside when paranoid thoughts of what dangers lurked in the darkness would bombard her at every waking moment. She imagined it couldn't be that difficult to find the two sailors. They might both even be at the boat still, or close to it. Glace mustered up every bit of courage she could find within herself, and then headed back to the ocean. After a while, Glace found herself back at the wooden platform, the two's boat still tied to one of the posts protruding out of the water. Much to her relief, Matt and Rob were both close by, sitting at the platform's edge with their feet dangling above the ocean surface. She could just barely make out their forms in the pale moonlight of the growing darkness. Glace watched them from her distance, finding herself unable to move toward them. Come on Glace, you know you gotta talk to them. You know you don't want to stay outside tonight.
I know.
So go on then! I know you can do it.
It feels wrong to go crawling back to them and ask to stay with them. Being near them while I sleep isn't something I'm not entirely comfortable with either.
Why not? Pokémon in my dimension sleep near total strangers all the time! It's totally normal.
In your dimension, that is. Not in mine. We have boundaries where I come from.
Well you don't mind me and Yore being in here in your head, following you everywhere.
I don't have a choice with you two. I couldn't get rid of you two even if I wanted to.
Aw, don't say it like that, Glace. You're making it sound like you don't like us being with you.
She probably doesn't. I would hate to be bombarded by thoughts that aren't my own at random intervals.
But they are your thoughts! You know, just thoughts from a different version of yourself. With different memories and experiences and all that good stuff.
I don't think that quite helps your case, Sonata.
Glace listened to Yore and Sonata continue their prattle in her head, both holding their stances on the subject adamantly. It felt so strange hearing voices in her head talking amongst each other instead of to her. They really did feel like two separate entities inside of her this way. However, at the same time, Glace couldn't call the feeling foreign and unpleasant. Somehow, the entire experience felt natural. It didn't make her head spin or send a splitting headache straight through her skull. The Weavile would have pondered in the subject more, but it was then that she saw something near the boat. Something red and round sticking out of the water. Glace frowned as she carefully crept over to a nearby palm tree and hid behind its slender trunk. She peered around it and locked her gaze back onto the strange object floating in the ocean. Sonata and Yore both stopped talking as they joined her. All three of them watched as the spherical object slowly drifted toward the beach. When it arrived at the shoreline and settled onto the sand, Glace finally saw it for it truly was. It was an elderly Pokémon with pale red skin and eight tentacles, one of which seemed quite mangled. The second Glace saw the tentacled Pokémon, the uncanny feeling of familiarity struck her deep in her core. It coursed through her, consuming her thoughts as her brain struggled to conjure up the memories of when she had met this Pokémon. And yet, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't recall a single memory of this strange creature. There had never been any in the winterlands of her youth nor at the dojo. Glace forced herself back into reality before her mind could take a full plunge into the darkest corners of her subconscious in its vain attempt to understand the mysterious feeling. She watched as her other self took a moment to wriggle her tentacles through the sand before crawling toward the city. She moved far more quickly than Glace anticipated, especially considering her injured arm. Well, looks like we found Jera. That was easier than finding Yore.
What exactly is she? I don't recognize her species.
She's an Octillery. They primarily live on the bottom of the ocean floor. However, I've seen a few of them pass into my city under the supposed reason that they tired of the ocean and wanted a chance to live on land. I never did see if their attempts went well.
That would explain it. Thanks, Yore. There's still something about Jera though that I don't quite understand though.
What would that be?
How is she so much older than all of us? I thought that we were all made at the same time. If she really was us, she would be our age.
Huh, I didn't actually consider that.
Well… maybe time passes differently in this dimension than in our dimensions! I mean, all of us aren't exactly the same age.
We're not? You seem to be my age, Sonata.
Nope! I'm thirty-five. And you're like twenty something from what I can tell, right Glace?
Yeah.
Yeah! See, we're not the same age! And Yore here is… uhhhh…
Twenties or thirties as well. I can no longer remember the exact number anymore.
There you go, we're all different ages. So it really shouldn't be a surprise that Jera is apparently like in her eighties or nineties or whatever she is. Now let's go after her before we lose sight of her.
Glace wasted no time in going after the elderly fragment. Though she was quite tempted to reveal herself and approach Jera completely unguarded, she resisted the idea. She had already made that mistake with Yore; she needed to find the perfect time to approach the fragment. She needed to maintain her distance for now, all the while keeping her within her sights. With the cunning and silence of a hunter, Glace hid in the shadows of the foliage of the jungle and trailed the Octillery. Much to Glace's surprise, Jera did the same, always keeping close to the trees as if also hiding from someone, but not with the same masterfulness as Glace. Her stealth was somewhat awkward and cumbersome, her tentacles sometimes peering out of the plants too much or her head not sunk low enough to the ground. However, this was understandable, considering that Octillery were never meant to creep through the land undetected. Glace was honestly impressed that she could sneak through the island with the grace that she had conjured up. It was fully night by the time Glace followed Jera into a neighborhood deep into the island, quite far away from the market Glace had visited earlier. She could now see the Octillery slinking out of the foliage and toward the houses, moving all the more swiftly as she hurried into the huts' shadows. Glace stayed crouched low to the ground as the Octillery crept around the hut's exterior and peered inside through a window. She noticed that no light emitted from the house, only lulling darkness. What is Jera doing?
Something that she's not supposed to be doing obviously. Nobody moves around like her and not be up to something sneaky.
The Octillery snaked a few tentacles into the window. Then, with one motion, she pulled herself into the hut and disappeared out of Glace's sight. The Weavile couldn't help but grimace at the sight. I don't like where this is going.
Me neither. But it's not like we can just barge into that house and stop her. Pretty sure we'll make a ton of noise and wake up anyone that might be around here. Glace felt an uncomfortable shiver go down her spine. She flexed her claws and adjusted her posture as the feeling swept over her and left just as quickly as it came. Hey Sonata.
Yeah, Glace?
I know you told me you only have vague knowledge of who our other selves are, but do you know if any of them were dangerous? As in are any of them criminals or violent?
Uhhhh, well. I know who you were Glace. I knew a lot about you. Everyone else though… not so much. I just know their names and species. I really couldn't tell you anything else.
So you can't tell me if Jera might hurt me if I were to catch her doing whatever it is she's doing now.
No, I can't… Sorry.
Is there anything you can tell me about her? You too, Yore; do any of you know anything that might help me if there's scuffle?
I'm familiar with her species despite not seeing it often. They have very strong heads. They can easily give you a concussion if they hit you with them. Their suckers are also very strong, so if you're ever ensnared by their tentacles, there's no hope of escaping. I imagine it would be very easy for her to drown you if you don't cut off her tentacles. Even then, the tentacles have this uncanny ability to act on their own even when not connected to a body. They might just keep strangling you and drag you into the ocean for Jera.
Great.
I don't think Octillery are very hostile Pokémon however. If I remember right, they're more inclined to blind you with ink and then run away than fight. The fact that Jera has been sneaking about in the dark, as though she dreads the very light, further assures me.
I'm hoping that's true, Yore. I don't think I would fare well against an Octillery. I've never fought anything that had more than four limbs.
Oh, well I can tell you how you could do that! I've faced a bunch of bugs that had a lot of legs, like a Galvantula. Creepy thing too. Get even one little strand of webbing on you and you get zapped with a thousand volts of electricity! So what you gotta do to deal with Pokémon like that is- "GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU SPAWN OF GIRATINA!"
A loud crashing sound came from inside the hut Jera had crawled into. Glace snapped her gaze to the house as she watched a bright light flicker into existence and chase away the darkness that once occupied the home. Seconds later, Jera burst out the window, carrying something in two of her front arms. Glace couldn't identify what it was, only that it was quite small and a soft blue color. She watched the Octillery scurry away from the house as two Quagsire bolted out the front door with venomous, hateful glares that could surely melt steel. "EVERYONE, GET UP!" one of them screamed with startling ravenousness. "THE NIGHTCRAWLER CAME BACK! THE ONE THAT TOOK LAPIS!" Pokémon poured out of every single hut in the neighborhood. Particularly, the adults. There were a few hatchlings here and there, but the adults held onto them with iron grips, as if these hatchlings were their very life force. "GET HER!" Every Pokémon not holding a hatchling rushed after Jera, roaring and howling like wild, savage ferals on the hunt. The Octillery crawled all the more vigorously, hurrying out of the neighborhood and toward the ocean. She dragged herself along quite swiftly, but Glace knew it wouldn't be enough to outrun the oncoming mob. Having three tentacles out of commission wasn't helping matters either. Glace imagined that Jera would just touch the shoreline when the horde would catch up to her and drag her away. She didn't know what would happen after that point, but she knew it wouldn't end well for Jera. Glace knew what to do. She knew the second the mob began their mad pursuit. She knew how questionable it was and how she didn't actually understand anything about the situation. But there was no other choice if she wanted Jera to merge back with her; only her former self's instructions mattered in the grand scheme of everything. The Weavile shot out of the foliage just as the crowd was to dart past her. She extended her claws as she ran past the front of the crowd and slashed every Pokémon's knee in her path. She felt her claws rip out flesh and blood as harsh screams pierced the air. She tensed as the noise dug into her ears, but she forced herself to ignore it until she gouged a Raichu's leg, the farthest Pokémon to the right of the crowd. She leapt into a cluster of trees as soon as soon as she finished. She imagined the entire assault had lasted about five seconds. She watched from her cover as all of the Pokémon at the frontline abruptly came to a stop as they grabbed at their knees or tripped over their own feet. The Pokémon so close behind them couldn't stop themselves as they crashed into the downed Pokémon. Sand flew up into the air as dozens of wriggling bodies collapsed into the sand and vainly tried to right themselves up. Multiple tails and paws lashed through the air as they tried to crawl over one another before being shoved back down to the ground by another dazed Pokémon close by. "My knee! What happened to it?! Where did these claw marks come from?!" "I think it cut my muscle!" "Who did this?! Who attacked everyone?!" "I saw something black and red!" Glace twisted her head away from the downed crowd and toward where she last saw the Octillery. She could just barely still see her vague red form in the distance, mere moments away from the beach. Glace hurried out of the foliage and raced after her. It didn't take long to catch up to her. When the Weavile did, she found Jera already retreating into the rolling waves. In a few more seconds she would submerge and be completely out of sight. "Jera, wait!" Glace cried out. "Stop!" The Octillery froze on the spot just as Glace reached the shoreline and felt the waves tickle her feet. She caught her breath as Jera slowly turned around and faced her. Glace saw the familiar flicker or recognition in Jera's eyes the moment they locked gazes. The Octillery tilted her head to her side as her brain undoubtedly searched for any semblance of Glace anywhere in her memories. Glace could practically see the Octillery's mind churning trying to understand how she could have known a supposedly extinct species. Glace was just about to saw something, when she finally saw movement in Jera's tentacles. The Weavile looked down at the two front tentacles and quickly realized what they held gingerly yet firmly in their grasp. It was a little Wooper, sound asleep despite all the commotion. The Weavile felt her heart stop as the realization of the entire situation dawned upon her. Suddenly the blood on her claws felt very cold and poisonous. She could practically feel something sharp piercing into her palms. "I… I helped you take this Wooper," Glace realized in a frail voice. "I hurt all those Pokémon to help you take this Wooper…" She had anticipated that Jera had been doing something questionable; there would be no other reason the mob would be pursuing her. But Glace never would have imagined that it had been kidnapping an actual hatchling straight from someone's home… Exactly what kind of Pokémon could Jera possibly be to be capable of that? It was then that Glace heard muffled voices behind her. She hesitantly looked over her shoulder to see the mob steadily storming the beach. She felt that there were more Pokémon this time than before somehow. Glace found she couldn't move as they flooded toward her with ravenous intent. How could she when had willingly helped Jera with her scheme? "It's alright, my child. They won't be able to reach you. It's my turn to save you from them now." Glace felt something hard and wet hit her in the back of her head. The Weavile snapped her head back at Jera to see water dribbling out of her mouth and into the ocean. Glace wanted to question this, but instead felt something stretching and widening behind her ears. The Weavile hissed as she grabbed at the site with her claws, but it wouldn't stop the pain. "What did you…" Glace started to say. It was then that she saw all of her fur turn blue. It ate away at the black, erasing it completely as the new color consumed every part of her. Glace gasped as she shook her arms, somehow thinking it would rid herself of the color, but nothing happened. The color only continued to corrupt her. Not only that, but it lulled her. It forced a heavy weight down on Glace's mind and made thinking all the more difficult. The sand beneath her feet seemed to shift as darkness clouded into her vision. Something clammy wrapped around Glace's wrist. "It's alright, my child," what sounded like Jera's voice said softly. "You've had this happen before. It only feels uncomfortable for a moment or two. Now come along, we need to hurry out of here. We can talk more when we're back at the cavern." Then, before Glace could process what was happening, something tugged her forward. She just barely saw herself disappear into the rolling waves before she blacked out.
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girl-like-substance
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Post by girl-like-substance on May 10, 2018 21:00:55 GMT
Well, Glace and company have every bit as unceremonious a start in this world as I was expecting! A weavile lost in a tropical ocean world was always going to have a bit of a rough time; here, she's about as far from her native mountains as she ever possibly could be. It's also nice to see a little bit of growth from her – like, she actually says thank you to someone! This from the person whose chief talent is intimidating people into submission. Sharing her head, being pushed out of the dark little niche she's made for herself, is clearly starting to do her some good. We'll have to wait and see whether it's enough to actually deal with Jera, though; she's going to be a tough nut to crack.
Also of note, it looks like the broader plot is starting to move a bit, too – presumably the visions are to do with more and more fragments being assembled into one person, so I'm sure we'll get more of those as we go on. Xerneas, huh. Strangely, I don't tend to speculate much when reading things, so it actually hadn't even occurred to me to wonder who it was that all these people are fragments of; I guess I'm looking forward to learning more as this plot thread develops.
It seems incredibly convenient that Jera is to be found skulking around the very first settlement Glace visits, given the sense of scale that this world has; I mean, I get that there can't be too much downtime between fragments, or else the story would be much, much too long, but even so, it feels like this particular plot point is a bit too reliant on coincidence. Perhaps that's something that will be explained later, but for now it seems a little off.
Also – and this may just be me, so do feel free to ignore it – it occurs to me that it's a bit weird that everyone seems to have equivalent, human-like lifespans. Given that you've gone to some lengths to establish a whole host of unique physiologies and cultures across different species of pokémon, it's kinda odd that their lives all pan out the same way.
Finally, a bunch of little things: A settlement is specifically a place where people actually live, so this island isn't one. The way this sentence is structured doesn't quite make sense; it initially seems like Glace climbs over each root five times before it becomes clear that you mean that each one is five times her size, and even knowing that the sentence isn't quite grammatical. Something like “each of the tree's thick, exposed roots, each one at least five times her size”, where that little bit of description is put into a dependent clause, would work, though of course that would leave you with that slightly inelegant repeated “each”. Maybe there's another solution there somewhere. Because of the way the previous sentence ends, this reads like it refers to the other trees in Glace's dimension, rather than to the leaf-analogues on this tree. Rob and Matt don't seem to be leering at all. This word really connotes more malicious intent than either of them display; it feels like an inappropriate choice. Ending two sentences in a row with “there” is kind of inelegant and jarring to read.
And that's me all caught up! There are clearly fun times ahead, including what promise to be some deliciously difficult conversations. Looking forward to that!
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