Pokemon: It's Our Destiny [High-Casual!] (IC)

[Little Fox]

Friday 22, 5021
Summer
9am

Hidden within the massive Pinwheel Forest, there was a large village.The village was often considered to be underground due to the valley that it was so lowly built in. It's a lovely village, though I might say. Three parts were surrounded by water while the back part was surrounded by forest. Within that Village was a massive mansion on a hilltop, a University, fields of crops of all sorts, many homes, and many shops. It was early morning and there were people and Pokemon alike bustling around busily with streamers, gift boxes, platters of food, and other various things that one might see at a celebration. What was this place? Who were these people? And what were they so excited about? Well, now. Let’s look deeper into this picture and watch firsthand…The story of The Chosen Ones.

The place was called Pinwheel Village – A Utopia hidden deep within Pinwheel forest. The people who lived there lived in perfect harmony and as equals with their Pokemon. They were an Arceus-fearing people who were quite religious and held strong respect for the old ways. They were people from an ancient bloodline of folk who had been waiting for twelve small children to be brought to them by Guardians. After their years of wait, the children began to come to them with their Guardians one-by-one. They began to train these children and teach them all that they could about right and wrong. Battling with Pokemon, respecting Pokemon, and basic care for Pokemon. It does sound quite a bit like these children were whisked away and kept there, doesn’t it? They weren’t. When they were ten years old, they were free to leave the forest and explore either alone or together. But a Mentor would leave with them so that they could continue their training while they were away from the village and they would always come back every two months if not before and weren't released for another five months. Some of them went out and made themselves famous. Others were content with just exploring. Most of them would stop by to see their parents. But, they were home now. Home for the final time for a long time.

These twelve young men and women were special – They were Chosen Ones of a prophecy, destined to save and protect the world. It seems like a lot for such young people, but they took it surprisingly well. Or at least most of them. Which is why they are the Chosen Ones. Unlike any other humans, they actually understand Pokemon speech and can communicate back. They have a unique connection to all Pokemon – Especially Pokemon of their own Type. And especially Arceus. Arceus often delivers unto them dreams, showing them fleeting images of Artifacts that it left behind for them. Artifacts that could control or destroy life as they knew it. Or, if in the right hands, they could bring balance and harmony. But, now I’m babbling. Let’s move on to the story of their journey.



There was a mansion on a hill with a river running by it within Pinwheel Village. This was the place where the twelve young men and women were raised together and taught together. In the kitchen of this place, soft candlelight caught on the soft, tan flesh and ebony tresses of a young woman that was bustling around, preparing a lavish cake. The cake was getting bigger and more extravagent with each layer she added, decorations and icing not once being spared. It was obvious that she had been working on this cake for hours – If not by the fact that there were seven tiers – Then from the lavish designs upon them. Delicate red flowers of icing dotted the outer edges while the sides were laced intricately with iced designs in shades of blue, the whole cake covered by her own secret recipe icing of sweet taste. On the inner edges of each tier were Liechi berries that surrounded the base of the next tier, though the top tier was adorned only with a Watmel berry that had been cut delicatly to resemble a Gracidea. It wasn’t perfect, but it was quite good. It was obvious that the young woman loved to cook. With shining blue eyes, the woman looked down at herself and huffed; She was covered in berry juices, flour, egg yolk, and icing. She would leave the cake to be escorted to the Ceremony Site by the waiters. Untying the apron from her waist, she quickly left the kitchen and began her descent up the stairs and to her own room, avoiding people if she could. Inside her room, a Dragonite was curled around a cerulean egg that had a tuft of black fluff on the top of it –That was her Deino egg that her parents had given her on her last visit. She was letting Atreyu help her hatch it. Resting atop of him was an Altaria that had a semi-swollen belly. Melody and Atreyu had been flirting a while and even got to the point that they were serious. That explained why he was so intent on honing his parental skills as of late. Also in her room was a Shelgon of olive color sleeping under a pile of blankets – Mint didn’t move very much since her evolution a few months ago. There was also an Axew and a Gible snoring on her bed with a pile of fluffy pillows – Ashdir and Chomper were the best of pals and hardly separable. Shaking her head, she stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a hamper before dashing to the shower where she spent twenty minutes running hot water over her body before bathing. Smelling like fresh Gracideas, she finally jumped out after another twenty minutes and began to dress. Her Pokemon were still sleeping. She smiled softly as she adorned an extravagant crimson dress that she had bought only two weeks ago for this special day. Her brother and his Mentor had fashioned her a rose choker to match, and she wore that as well. She stopped to take a few moments to update her website. There were a slew of questions that people had left her and she tried her best to answer most before posting her ‘Daily Breeding Tip’.

Don’t try to rush hatching your egg. Make sure that you take care of it as you would a Pokemon that’s already been born. Keep it warm and talk to it. Even play music for it! And if you have a Pokemon that’s expecting, having an egg around is a great way for them to tap into their inner parent!

All done with that, she finally decided to leave and head for the garden until she and the others were called upon. As usual, she went barefoot, her feet hidden away by the skirt of her dress, grabbing her sketchpad and a pencil on her way out of the door. Out in the garden, she did her best to ensure that she didn’t dirty her dress, taking a seat upon a stone bench. There were many Pokemon lounging about, though one in particular approached her and bumped it’s head against the young woman.

Are you excited?
Of course I am! We’re finally going to begin our journey!
You’ll be realizing your destiny soon with the others.
Who do you think the Elder will appoint as the leader?
I’m not quite sure – It looks to be between you, Oliver, Morganna, .
I can't wait to find out. I'm sure that the others would make fine leaders.
Aye, they would. There’s also going to be a surprise at the Ceremony…but I won’t tell.

The Latios ambled away before taking off into the sky to stretch out his wings, leaving Miu to continue their drawings at the end of their conversation that had taken place without a single mouth opened. She hummed to herself, a light smile on her face. The pencil seemed to dance across the paper, creating beautiful lines that added onto the scene that was already drawn - Numerous Dragon-Type Pokemon lounging in a forest, basking under the moonlight.



“Ki-yah!”
“Urgh! Ka!”
“Kukukuku! You two should stop so we can go get cleaned up.”

In the forest on the outskirts of the Village were three people – A young man with raven colored hair tied into a ponytail, an older woman sporting blonde and brunette waves under a black beret, and an older man with chestnut curls. Both of the men were shirtless as they engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The man with chestnut hair had his leg extended to the younger man’s face who had grabbed his foot with his hand and held it there. “Alright, alright.” The young man with golden eyes released the other and smiled brightly. “Can’t wait to see you guys there!” Before either of them could get in a word, the young man had taken off down the path to the mansion. The Mentors were behind him, but walking at a leisurely pace. The slow rising sun was beating down upon him, making the sweat that clung to every rippling muscle gleam. He couldn’t help but crack a grin as some of the women he passed lightly swooned – Way to build his ego. Oliver dodge through the garden and only paused to see his sister, though he was jogging in place as he talked to her. “Hey! Gonna shower, grab breakfast! Meet cha back here!” Before Miu could say anything, he was off and away into the house. He scaled the stairs with little difficulty and dashed into his room. He had a rather large four poster canopy bed that wasn’t anywhere near close to being made; Upon it, there were six Pokemon piled upon and curled up next to one another: Belladonna the Bellossom, Sage the Pansage, Dahlia the Lilligant, Sweet Pea the Leavanny, Scilla the Shaymin, and Strelitzia the Leafeon. They stirred only just a bit as he closed the door silently behind him. He tore away the pants and other things that he wore before spending a total of thirty minutes showering. When he re-emerged, he was wearing a formal suit and had his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. He glanced over at his Pokemon with a light smile, going over to pet them all. “You all had better be at the ceremony today.” His voice was a whisper before he got up and departed to the garden, stopping in the kitchens to grab a small bagel. Arriving there, he took a seat next to his sister and peeked over at her drawing. “Looking great, Miu-chan!” He place a kiss atop her forehead and grinned some more. “You should go get Marcus up for the ceremony! I promised Kira that I’d wake her up early and help her get ready. See ya!” The young man took off and was gone as quickly as he came. For him to ask his sister to approach a male was very rare, as he didn’t like guys being around her. Mostly because he knew that they frightened her due to having been beat up at a young age by a group of boys. No-one knew but the twins - Miu would die if anyone found out. It was after that, her older brother began to teach her how to defend herself when Pokemon, family, or friends weren’t available resources. Even though she was a damned good fighter, she was still so kind-hearted and reserved by nature. Even with Shane…Arceus, how he hated Shane. Especially the way he looked at Miu. Shaking such thoughts from his head, he stopped only to grab a muffin off of the kitchen countertop before traversing to through the mansion to find a door decorated in ninja stars and kunai…That were sticking out of it. There were also random colorful stickers. Shaking his head, he found a safe place and knocked loudly. “Kira! Time to get up!” He had already gulped down his bagel and now waited, rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked to his left and saw a girl coming out of a room, looking rather groggy. He chuckled some and called out to her. “Hey, Symmy. Your red is showing!” The girl hissed at him and fled back into her room.



The girl slammed the door behind her and rushed over to her wall mirror, shrieking at the sight. Through the chestnut tresses with pale blue streaks, roots of cherry were coming into view. Striking blue eyes glared at the reflection before she turned away. The girl's figure - Or lack thereof - was clad in simple blue pajamas sporting several Cubchoos. They were classic Pokemon that never went out of style, as far as she was concerned. Symphony huffed and stripped down before jumping into the shower, no doubt as many others were doing at that time. She didn't spend too long washing, because she had bathed last night and she didn't like taking too many baths. She had more important things to do then to 'clean what was already clean', as she often said. After jumping out of the shower, she looked into the bathroom mirror and scowled. The red had gone away. It had been washout dye, not her roots showing. Her sister had sneaked into her room again!

“Damn you! Stupid bitch!” She cursed as she dried off, applying contacts. In her room, the sound of ruffling feathers reached her ears.
Morganna again?
Yup.
Hair dye?
Yup.
Cunt.
Indeed.

The voice invading her thoughts was Bold, her Braviary who was stretching out his bark and sea colored wings with a yawn, flying down from his perch. Morganna’s room was one of the few that were on the higher levels of the house. She, Miu, Marcus, and Shane had the largest rooms. Why? To accommodate their Pokemon. Marcus and Miu had large Dragon-Types and Symphony and Shane’s Flying Types liked to have room to stretch out their wings. The Braviary was followed by an Emolga who began to work with Symphony’s hair as Symphony did her makeup.

“Molga, Emoolga.” (It’s a big day, today!)
“Yeah, it really is.”
“Skarmory?” (Are you ready for this?)
“Of course.”
“Tropius…Tro?” (Does it still bother you that you haven’t had as much training as most of the others?)
“Unfezant! Fezant! Unfezant, Unfezant!” (Hush, Fresh! Years don’t matter. She has the smarts and the heart!)
“Oh! Hooo-Oh! Ho-Oh, Ho-Oh, Oh!” (Crafty is right. Now. All of you hush and let’s go get ready. We’ll meet you there, Symphony.)
“Yup. See you guys later.” Symphony watched as her Pokemon all flew out of the always-open large bay window, the curtain closing behind them before looking at her hair. Brisk always did such an amazing job with it. He was so brisk about his work as well – Her hair cascaded down her back, two plaits on each side pulling back into one that dangled. Simple, but chic. Smiling, she placed in grey contacts and took a deep breath. “Show time!” She dashed back into her room, tearing open her closet door. She had her dress of choice hanging on the door right there, fresh from the cleaners. She had help from Oliver’s Leavanny with making it. It was her crowning achievement thus far in her life. Pursing her lips, she slipped it over her head and began to tend the ruffles. It was very extravagant, boasting violet and white ruffles, a lace bodice, and sleeves that attached at the elbow. She squealed delightedly, plucking up some violet feathers that Crafty had left for her use. Looking as lovely as ever, the short nineteen year old observed herself in the mirror. The violet looked amazing against her pale flesh, but she wasn’t fond of her inability to…fill it out. Shaking her head, she gathered up some of the ruffles and began her trek out of her room – Barefoot. Miu had gotten her into the habit of going barefoot. It was comfortable! Grinning from ear-to-ear, she passed by Oliver and paused to bang on the door. “Get up, Kiarra! Oliver’s trying to propose, you bum! How are you going to leave the man waiting out here like that! I bet you’re avoiding him! You should! Because he’s proposing with a muffin instead of a ring! He’s such a loser!” She cackled and dodged Oliver’s swat, scurrying down the steps. On her way down the stairs, she saw Miu traveling up the stairs, her nose stuck in a sketchbook.
“Miu.”
“Symphony.”
“You look lovely.”
“As do you.”
“See ya soon.”
“Yup.”

The exchange ended soon as Miu continued forward.



Miu put her sketchbook down against her chest as she came to Marcus’ door, the room right between hers and Kiarra’s. Shane, Symphony, and Oliver had the other three across the hall. She raised a hand hesitantly and knocked a few times, calling out. “Marcus…It’s time to wake up…” She breathed softly, keeping her gaze downward to avoid Oliver’s staring as he waited on Kiarra.



“Where the fuck is everyone else? They should be here already. I bet their lazy asses are waiting for their Pokemon to wake up. Or just waiting on someone to come and get them. Lazies!” A young woman sporting a form-fitting green dress was pacing the grass near the side of a lake on the far side of the Village. Her crimson tresses were done up into nice curls that were piled some upon her head while the others cascaded down her back. Standing silently nearby her were a group of Grass-Type Pokemon that were all her own. Each one of them were named after their attitudes – All of them as fierce as their companion and trainer. Barbarous the Carnivine, Vehement the Roserade, Malign the Abomasnow, and Impetuous the Serperior. The only one of the Pokemon that didn’t have a fierce nature was the one perched on her shoulder, patting her cheek to sooth her; Celebi. Celebi had no name given because Morgana didn’t want to change anything about her Guardian and didn’t feel that it was her place to give Celebi any other name.

“Bi, bi! Celebi! Celebi bi!” (You’re so tense, Morgana. You should really loosen up some.)
“Ugh! I know, but how can I when I’m the only one here? Are the Mentors even ready? What about the Elder?!”

She huffed softly as she began to wring her hands together some, anxious about the pending quest. Morgana had been tense and more short-tempered than usual the past few days as the Ceremony grew closer and it hadn’t been easy on anyone. She was the Professor of the group – Always trying to instill her knowledge with a firm hand and often talking about things that she saw as simple, but usually went over the heads of everyone else. She only wished that her family could be here. That they could see her and be proud of the things that she was going to accomplish. A sigh left her as she sat down in a decorated chair, letting Celebi braid some of her curls. Her Pokemon gathered at her feet and sat near her, offering kind smiles and thoughts.

“I just want this day to end and for us to be gone soon…” Leaving home and loved ones was never easy. And the longer she stayed here, the harder it would be for her. She shook her head some more and caught from her peripherals, a vision of violet. It was her younger sister. She was accompanied by a troupe of shiny Pokemon in the sky. Morganna smirked as her sister and the Pokemon brushed past her without a word. She watched Symphony settle into a seat near the scaffold that had been set up for them. Symphony looked a bit out of breath from traversing all the way across town in her dress, pushing past people and trying to keep it clean. Morganna and Symphony didn’t hate each other or even dislike one another. They would kill anyone that hurt the other. They were just so much alike yet so different, they butt heads often. The two sisters sat in silence, awaiting the arrival of the others, cooing to their Pokemon.

[rawkhawk64]

"AAAAAARRRRRRGH!" Brutus woke with a start. Nice to see you up quietly. I think you may have awoken the entire mansion. Quiet, you! Brutus replied, rollover to see his Guardian, Mewtwo, standing there staring at him. What? I was only pointing out what you, with your vastly "superior" intellect, should've already noticed. Brutus sighed, getting up and bumping into his work desk. He'd deliberatly picked the smallest room, as his Pokemon did not take up much space. He expertly navigated the narrow room to a small shower, spending fifteen minutes cleaning.
He moved from there to a closet, pulling out and putting on high business casual, almost dress style, pants, shirt, socks and shoes on. He finished out his attire with a white Pokemon Professor's coat that he'd gotten from his Psychic Mentor. On one lapel, he pinned a small gold bar to help garner some respect, and on the other lapel, he pinned what appeared to be an eye, with the whites being colored purple, which was the insignia of the Psychic-Type Pokemon.
After that, he moved over to his bookshelf, selecting three books from it: The Ultimate Guide to Pokemon: Volume 13- Psychic Types, the Ultimate Guide to Pokemon: Volume 7- Dragon Types, and Advnaced Move Tutoring: Surprising Your Foe with Moves Unpredicted.
He stepped outside his room, seeing Magician teleport away. Brutus sighed, a habit he is prone to, and positioned his books to his liking, with each copy of The Ultimate Guide to Pokemon resting in the crook of each arm, and holding Advanced Move Tutoring in his hands. Brutus had discovered that in this way, he could read three books at once.
He then began to read and walk. Right now, he was seeing if he could teach a couple of his Pokemon, besides Starlet, any Ice Type moves. He was doing so in the hopes of finally beating Miu, which he'd yet to accomplish after nearly thirty tries. Imagine her surprise if Cassandra or even Omelette were to pull an Ice Beam out! That could be useful... Brutus thought, rounding the corner.
WHAM!
He'd managed to collide with Miu (again!), sending them both to the floor and scattering their supplies. Brutus quickly got himself up, and helped Miu up, almost brushing her dress off, and upon seeing Olly, decided that his health would be better by not doing it.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, his face pink now. He then retrieved her sketching supplies, and was relieved to see nothing had been damaged.
He remembered one time he'd ran smack into her near the lake and sent her sketchbook into the water. After seeing what he'd done, he promptly left to go buy her a new one, leaving his books behind. He left it at her door with an apology note, and then remembered his books. When he went to go get them, they were neatly stacked and hidden away.
"Here... sorry about that, Miu... lovely day isn't it? How are you... You look nice... I mean stunning... I mean... well, has anyone seen my books? Oh, there they are!" Brutus had managed to stammer out, his face cherry red.
He then bent down to pick up his books, which had fallen and been on the floor long enough for anyone in range to see the titles. He rearranged them and hastily continued walking, muttering a quick "Hello" to Olly before turning the next corner and heading downstairs.
Once he'd made it downstairs, he caught a glimpse of Miu's cake. That woman never ceases to amaze me... he thought.
Awww! Brutus! You blew it!. Blew what? he replied, stepping outside. Why, the chance to ask Miu out, declare your true feelings for her boldy in front of everyone! Well, whaddya think?Omelette said, ambling beside her Trainer Well, firstly, I think you are insane, and secondly, I think you've been spending too much time around Kira and her gang. Brutus replied.
He was about midway to the stage when he stopped cold in his tracks. He decided he could use a break, so he sat down on the opposite side of the tree that he'd stopped under.
Still not fond of Morgana, eh? Magician replied, teleporting to his location. Brutus shook his head. The woman hates me! I don't know what it is that I did, but she hates my guts... at least, that's the feeling I keep getting from her. Brutus replied to him.
Trying to hide from Miu or Kira? another voice prodded him. Hello Starlet, why do you say that? Brutus asked his Starmie. You ought to tell Miu how you feel! Says the Natu in the tree, eh Cleo? I think it's a waste of effort. She already likes another... the one called Marcus, I believe... anyway, it's useless to try to win her affection... you'll never make i. Magician scolded him. Maybe you're right, Magician, maybe I can't get Miu... or Kira... I think she prefers Olly... he's stronger, both at Pokemon and physically... he replied. Now, will you guys do me a favor and run along before Miu or Kira, or anyone else comes along?

[caster55666]

FIRE. So much fire. I CAN'T BREATH. The smoke is choking me. It's so hot, it BURNS. Make it go away... Make it stop...

Marcus was jolted awake from his nightmare, letting out a choked cry of terror and trying to push himself upright. He soon found that Mina, who also doubled as his bed, had her arms around him. His struggling quickly woke her, and she looked down at him with concern, sitting up and releasing her trainer. He flopped to the floor, panting and wheezing. His skin shined with a cold sweat, and he appeared to be shaking slightly. Mina stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, before moving forward and hugging Marcus. It took a moment for the shaking to stop, but Marcus did calm down eventually. He hugged Mina tighter for a moment before stepping back, still looking a little shaken.
"Thanks, Mina... It was the nightmare again...
Are you sure your okay? Do you want to talk about it?
"No, I'm fine... I have to get ready, today's a big day."
Marcus took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down once again. He had hoped that his nightmares were over, but now it seemed he was wrong. He'd always had nightmares about being burned alive after what happened to him, and they were always pickinga way at his sanity, making him more and more uneasy by the day. But, when he ahd come to Pinwheel Village, they started to fade away. As he made friends and things started to settle down, they all but vanished from his mind. But now, they had started returning again, with increasing ferocity as it drew closer to this day. Marcus had refrained from telling any of his friends, Especially Miu, that they had returned. They worried about him enough, and adding questionable mental stability to that list of worries was something Marcus didn't want.

After a few minutes of deep breathing and mind-clearing techniques that Olly had taught him, Marcus was back to his usual, cheerful self. Mina was still giving him a worried look, but she knew that trying to pry in to his memories of that made him uncomfortable, and so she simply huffed and laid back down, quickly slipping back to sleep. Marcus smiled and, placing his hand on the wall so he knew where he was going, made his way towards the bathroom so he could shower and get ready for the day. He took cool, relaxing, twenty minute shower in an attempt to calm some of his nerves, before feeling for a towel to dry himself off. His clothes were on the counter where he had placed them the night before and, after a bit of struggling, managed to dress himself... Sort of. Lucia had laid out a nice dress shirt, a dark tailcoat, a pair of black slacks, and some dress shoes for him the night before, all of which he managed to put on the right way by some stupendous miracle. But, as confident as he was in his ability to dress himself, he didn't dare try to button the shirt up. The last time he'd tried something like that, he had horribly miss-buttoned the shirt and gotten quiet a few unpleasant comments for it.

As Marcus stepped back in to his bedroom, about to wake Lucia up to help him button his shirt, A knock at the door and soft voice behind it made him smile. Miu had come to make sure he didn't sleep in... Which he did. A lot. Marcus felt his way towards the wall, grabbing his walking stick that was in it's usual place by the door. Marcus opened the door and opened his mouth to say good morning to to Miu, but a sudden loud thud and the sound of books falling tot he floor made him stop. "Uhh... What's going on? Did something happen?" He asked, completely clueless. He heard apologies and stuttering, and couldn't help but laugh a bit as he realized Brutus had bumped in to Mia. He was gone in a flash, too flustered to even say Hi. "You okay, Miu?" He asked, smiling as he smelled the flowery aroma around her. "I like your perfume! Gracidia Flowers?" He asked, suddenly remembering his shirt wasn't buttoned. "Oh, Hey, Think you could button this for me? I'd do it myself, but... I'm kind of blind..." He joked, smiling in her general direction. He held out the two sides of the open shirt, exposing the large Burn scar that stretched from his right shoulder and spread across his chest down to his left hip, as well as showing his scrawny, almost malnourishedly-thin body.

[101 Scout1]

I bet you can't catch me! Shouted a young, slightly gravelly voice into Dallas' head. The boy laughed and dove after his Totodile, Storm. The man only laughed in reply, jumping toward the small Pokemon. They were in the water and the sun was just barely up. Sure, it was early, but the morning was the best time of day. The trainer grabbed his Totodile and sunk under the water with him before resurfacing, the two of them laughing. Childish? Yeah, they were that when they were together.

Dallas moved to the edge of the water, near the beach. He went under the water and resurfaced, pushing his hair back to keep the water from dripping into his eyes. The man climbed out of the water and dried himself off, followed by an energetic Totodile. Glace? Brine? Where'd ya go? He asked, looking around. As if on cue, the Lapras emerged from behind the Waterfall, having been enjoying the dark dampness of the cavern within. There was a disturbance in the nearby water as Brine, his Kabutops, rose to the surface.

We were just enjoying the caverns, Dal, said the Lapras as she looked around. Dallas nodded and looked to Storm, who was still unable to sit still.

He shrugged, "Alright, well... just wanted to keep track," he told them with a smile. The boy returned to his bag, having dried his body to the best of his ability, though it was difficult to dry his feet, so he would wait for the sand and air to dry them off. Dallas opened the gym bag he carried with him to the beach most days and pulled out his bo-staff, expanding it as he did so. He started to stretch, letting the weapon be part of him as he pulled out his muscles to prepare for the day. He was fairly flexible, though not so much so that he was a gymnast or some kind of ninja.

A few minutes later, he'd finished and stood in a ready-position. A series of movements would follow, executed slowly and thoughtfully as he turned about with the aluminum staff. His breathing was even and easy, concentrated as the pace slowly picked up. In the middle of a movement, he heard a beeping coming from his bag. "Oh geeze!" He said, shaking his head, realizing he needed to get ready. The boy collapsed his bo and put it back in his bag. He pulled a button-up shirt, leaving it completely open, as he put his sunglasses on over his eyes and started, barefoot, for the house. Of course, he didn't take off until he withdrew Glace, Storm, and Brine. He actually didn't know where Drip was right then, but he knew that Wing was in the air, having an early morning flight. Luckily he wasn't very far away from the mansion as he moved back, trying to keep a good pace that wouldn't tire him out too much, despite his workout.

He got home and had to dodge around people in the town and in the house to get to his room quickly. Once in his room, which was coloured in soft blues and greens. He dropped the bag down on the bed and tossed his sunglasses beside it. The boy changed into his white shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and put on a pair of jeans. He actually buttoned the shirt up all of the way, though he omitted the tie. Dallas really rather enjoyed dressing nicely, though he also didn't like it for very long. A sports jacket came on after and a pair of dark socks before he slipped into his hiking shoes and checked not once or twice, but three times to make sure he had everything he needed to leave. As he pulled on his belt, he set his knife and staff in his bed, ready to be equipped when they were ready to leave.

[Corporal Lance]

Shane bobbed his head to the sad tune blasting in his ears. It was almost fitting. The morning sun shone on his face, illuminating his thick, greasy hair. He spent last night in the woods, because that's when Fowler and Giga preferred to hunt, and it showed from his unwashed look. His pants were dusty and his hands were brown and stained, sticky from the sap of the tree he just climbed. Not one to be afraid of heights, Shane dangled his legs over a branch, leaning back slightly as he enjoyed his music and gazed off over the water. Although it was only 9 AM it felt late to him. Probably since he'd been up most of the night. He knew at least someone would be looking for him, but they all knew how he came and went as he saw fit. The weather was good for it. A little hot from the sun, but the breeze rolling off the water made it feel kinda cool. He felt a little weary from last night, but stood up anyway. He'd done most of his training for the time being. He thought he'd give Cinder and Tanker the morning off. It was their cycle anyway. The varying times his Pokemon liked to train really messed up his sleep schedule sometimes, but it was normal for him and he was always out of the house by sunrise.

Reaching to turn up the beat from the recent active Bidoofs making noise, a familiar voice popped into his head.
You must go to the ceremony, Shane. It came from Lugia, his Guardian Pokemon. Shane let a sly smirk cross his face and shut his eyes to better concentrate.
You know, it's rude to read someone's mind. He wasn't surprised. Lugia would usually hear his thoughts whether he liked it or not. It was perched on a much stronger and lower branch on the tree, just beneath him. It did't look at him as it spoke. Despite his retort, Shane was a little grateful he could speak to Lugia mentally. It meant he didn't have to turn his music down.
You would not tell me what you are thinking otherwise. It's mental voice was deep and monotone, saying things plainly and flatly. Lugia never rose his voice (er, thoughts) no matter what he felt, generally leaving out any inflection whatsoever.
What can I say? I guess I'm not a talker.
However you choose to see it, you must go to the ceremony. It is important whether you think it is or not.
Geez, enough with the mind reading! Why can't we just pick up and leave? I don't see the point of wasting this much time. It's inefficient.
Not everyone can see the world through your eyes, Shane. You must remember that. It is important to them and that is what matters.
I've not been one for social gatherings... Can't I just skip out? C'mon, you let me disappear from anyone for, like, five months that one time.
I do everything for your benefit, Shane, and it would benefit you to go to the ceremony.
Alright... Fine. I'll go. Happy? Anything else while I'm granting favors? How about a back rub?
And you will be on time.
Hey, I wasn't going to show up before you said something. Why would I be on time, too?
You must make a good impression. It is important.
Everyone there already knows me and they'll be surprised if Master Lightfoot doesn't have to drag me back to town gagged and bound.
You will arrive to the ceremony on time.
Y'see, the meaning of the word "compromise" is- "Wh-Hey!"

Lugia had reached up with his flexible neck and grabbed Shane around the torso with its mouth. With a flap of its wings and much protesting from Shane, it took off, soaring the 20+ miles toward Pinwheel Village. Shane eventually managed to grab hold of Lugia's neck and swing himself from his position as held prey to riding on the upper part of its back. Lugia let go of its grip and simply let him do so.
"Y'know, you're an asshole! I just thought you should know that!" Shane shouted over the rush of wind and blaring music coming from the headphones on his ears.
You would not have gone otherwise. came a flat response.
"What's to stop me from putting you back in your Pokeball, huh?" he bellowed once more over the flowing air. There was a high top-wind today.
A very long fall to the ground. came its answer, its voice holding just a bit of amusement. Shane peered over the side of the great flying beast to look at the now tiny trees below. He winced, not at the height but how Lugia had beat him in the "If you're so tough why are you in the Pokeball?" argument once again. Lugia actually looked at Shane and smirked. Shane settled back into his spot defeated before starting up again.
"But I'm still wearing what I want! You can't make me dress up!" he shouted.
I cannot dictate what you wear. Only that you will be at the ceremony and you will be on time.
Shane gave a large, fake grin. "Well! I'm glad we settled who's the boss around here!"

After a short flight, they Pinwheel Village came within view. Shane leaned in close to Lugia's head and peeled his headphones from his neck.
"Just drop me off at the entrance, alright?" he yelled to be heard.
...
Very well.
To Shane's surprise, Lugia swooped down to the gates of the village and landed gently with a couple flaps of its large wings. Shane hopped down from its back and turned to it.
"What? No protests? What if I run off again?" he teased.
You will not run away again.
"What did I tell you about getting in my head?"
I will be leaving now, but I will be watching over you. Remember that this is your family and that you love them.
"Alright," he responded wearily, "I'll see you later, then." With its trainer's response, Lugia took off overhead. It circled the village twice before swooping in to the ceremonial seating. With just one flap of its wings to slow it down, it landed with enough force to shake the seats, perched next to its counterpart Ho-oh.
I am assuming we are to sit corresponding to our... type? it questioned the other Guardian psychically, moving its head to stare at it with a quizzical look before facing forward again to stare out over the water.

Shane slowly wandered through the large entrance to the village, taking his time. He didn't really care to be there, but he was already there, so he might as well. He just wanted to get it over with. Shane really didn't like crowds, and if it was up to him he'd have found half the shards already. On his own. But nevertheless, he'd have to deal with all these formalities. He kept his headphones down around his neck, but his face was totally blank and expressionless as he walked. Obviously not happy to be here. He hitched his backpack over his shoulder and continued his uneventful walk. At some point he caught a glimpse of Ollie running around. Negative thoughts began to creep into his head, but he shook them out. There wasn't any point in being petty. To shut out the bad vibes he placed his headphones over his head once again, the pumping music serving to level him out. After a small bit of walking, he caught a glimpse of the ceremony area. It was pretty decked out... which wasn't of any comfort. He hoped that he wouldn't be forced into saying anything, but he'd come up with a one-liner anyway. He eventually spotted Lugia (which wasn't that hard of a feat) in the stands. Lugia had happened to have chosen one of the worst seats he could have: a seat next to Symphony. What a pain! It was always trying to do that! For some reason Shane couldn't understand, Lugia wanted to him to cooperate with Symphony as a Flying master instead of compete with her. Shane never saw the logic in it. Regardless of what Lugia thought, people and Pokemon alike became stronger through competition. Ducking out of sight before Lugia could command him in his monotone thoughts to have him sit where he's decided, Shane moved to somewhere a little more out of the way. It couldn't be all bad. He could get a chance to flirt with Amara over her bratty little sister. He had noticed that there was really only the two of them there. Everyone else must have been at the mansion. Must be nice. Shane didn't like being cooped up like that. He took every chance he could get to leave, usually setting it under the guise of "training". He chose a spot a little out of the way of the ceremony area but still where he could see someone going. He'd show up when it started, and Lugia wouldn't be pleased to find him suddenly appearing when the music starts. Leaning his back up against a wall and sliding down to put both legs out and rest on his elbows, he cranked his music as high as it would go and pulled his hood up over his head and down to obscure his eyes. His stomach growled a little, he hadn't eaten since about noon yesterday. He could really go for a breakfast burrito and some coffee to keep him up. That might have to wait until the ceremony ends.

[Celestialvortex]

For the inhabitants of the Pinwheel Forest, today was but another normal day. The sun, dangling behind a blanket of viridian leaves, left its prints waving through the grasses and the trees below. The river, flowing with its usual briskness, seemed to laugh with every gurgle and shining drop of liquid tossed into the golden illumination. But the movement didn't stop with just the ballad of the sky and the water, no. Tympole rested or frolicked in the cascading waves, greeted by schools of Basculin in their play. Venipede sat in the upper canopy, glaring with poisonous eyes at the cotonee and petillil that paraded through the long grass. Tranquill and pidoves soared between brances, and Sawk and Throh dueled agressively in clearings, only stopping to bow and begin another round. And along the dirt path, only the barely audible thump of leather against sediment could distinguish the human from the morning of pokemon.

Oswin ran, only the lightest of sweaty sheens having emerged from her forehead, and certainly not enough to break her stride in the least. Her travel was almost soundless, but her breath managed to whisper her presence into the air, an easy, relaxed combination of exhales and inhales that mirrored her steady stride. To her side, a puffball of orange and red ran as well, furry growlithe paws leaping from the ground with every excited step. In the trees to her left jumped a Blaziken, taking the running portion of her exercise as a time to practice his own dexterity. And in front of her floated a lampent, both scouting the path above and enjoying the breeze that rustled the foliage around them. They had been out for hours now, having left long before the sun had risen into the morning sky. Now though, its presence mocked her, reminding her of the commitment she was expected to attend, being of the "chosen ones." Oswin frowned a little at this, and kept her pace, though a soft tap on her left arm opened up a holographic display for her, on which the time was clearly indicated. 8:49. Dang. I'm going to have to head back soon.

To her right, Kailus took a massive leap, scaling the river in his effortless bound and planting himself firmly upon his arrival. Oswin, He said, his confident, persuasive voice echoing in her mind. "If I may suggest so, I believe it is time to head back." 'Yeah, you're right." She responded, slowing to a halt, soft puffs of dust rising from the ground with the fluid movement. Blitz noticed immediately and halted, his tongue hanging out as he happily sat at her feet. The lampent -Pyre- continued on for a few more feet before he too realized the stop, then sheepishly returned, bobbing slightly in the air. Sticking two fingers in her mouth, Oswin whistled, the sharp sound cutting though the air in a smooth melody, and welcoming another member of her team to the forest floor.

The bug type pokemon was graceful like none other, flitting easier than a beautifly through the air. The sun sparkled like gemstones on her crimson wings, soft traces of fire flickering at their tips. She had obviously been practicing her Fiery Dance, a powerful and beautiful blaze that the volcarona had learned a few years back. Sekhmet turned her green eyes upon her trainer, nodding; she had been keeping track of time herself, and knew the commitment. Oswin reached up and, moving her fingers through the soft, silky fur of the giant firemoth, took a moment to take in her aura, her thoughts. "Are you ready?" She asked, hovering the few feet off the ground, her wings beating audibly in the deep forest. "Of course Sekhmet," Oswin replied. "Thank you."

Reaching to her sash, Oswin grasped two brown painted pokeballs, and, with a nod and a smile to each of her companions, returned them to the capsules with bright flashes of crimson light. "Lets go." She whispered, and the volcarona took off, rising above the leafy green shawl of the branches below and into the sky itself. Up there, she saw the lugia of the flying chosen soaring as well, but it was too far off for anything but simple recognition as it flew back to their home.

It wasn't long before a break in the mantis hued sea emerged, revealing an expansive town, where swarms of people hustled like durants getting ready for the assembly later in the evening. The other chosen were supposed to be getting ready, but Oswin made sure that, every morning, she was ready. She had the same gear and outfit, nothing had to be changed. Sekhmet began to decrease her altitude, and oswin made a quick brushing off of dirt - Thoughs she didn't mind it, they were supposed to be formal.

Sekhmet landed near the edge of the masses, and, with a soft thank you whispered into her fur, Oswin returned the bug type to her ball as well. She felt the soft probing into her mind that was Kailus, and released him again, the masses instantly parting for the large fire/fighting type. The pokemon tenderly leaned down, and, with a surprisingly gentle move of his strong arms, settled the cowl upon her shoulders and adjusted his talons to rescue her long, brown hair from the confines of the cloth folds. Her dark eyes smiled appreciatively at him, the rest of her face trademarkedly stern among the bustling crowds, and, with an undetectable gesture, the two strode through the people, the tall, scarlet feathered pokemon paving a way through the thick sea of movement.

It didn't take long for them to reach the area they were supposed to meet at, which was currently being occupied by Morganna and Symphony, sisters who also happened to be grass and flying Chosen. As the fire Chosen approached, her designated legendary also arrived, the large pokemon carefully stepping over and around pokemon alike as he made his way up the scaffold, illuminated with changing colors and patterns as if it were composed of liquid fire. Its steel tipped toes gingerly grasped the surface, firm as a treeko; the heatran could scale the walls and ceilings of volcanos nearly as well as, if not better than the small grass type pokemon in its forest home. It rumbled out its greeting, slightly groggy from waking up, but only in voice. his red eyes glimmered in the sunlight as oswin settled herself against his heated side, Kailus a foot or two to her left. He called himself Vesuvious, the heatran, after one of the names villagers refered to him as. Paying little attention to Morganna, and offering a brief nod in greeting to her sister, Oswin set herself in a steady, yet casual stance to Vesuvious' side, snatching bits and pieces of thought from the agitated helpers as she waited for the others to arrive.

[Leo99]

An alarm's blaring disrupted Theo's pleasant sleeping, and he sluggishly sat up in his bed. Theo began rubbing his eyes in a tired manner, completely unaware of the time. Theo casually glanced at the alarm sitting on the nightstand next to his bed. Upon witnessing the time, Theo's eyes widened and he practically jumped out of it, suddenly aware. Damn, I'm late! The Fire-type Chosen had set his alarm the previous night in an attempt to arrive at the Ceremony early. Morganna was punctual and not fond of tardiness. He glanced around his room quickly, taking note of his Guardian Pokémon, Victini, staring at Theo with his large blue eyes, a broad smile covering the majority of his small head.
You'd better hurry hurry hurry and get ready, Teddy! You'll be late for the Ceremony, and Morganna hates it when someone's late, yup yup yup! Vee piped in all of his cheerfulness.
Theo slapped his forehead exasperatedly; sometimes, Theo was quite unappreciative of Vee's childish tone. This was one of those times. Vee, how long have you been awake?
Six hours! was the perpetually excited Victory Pokémon's response.
Then why didn't you wake me up! Ted growled irritably.
I didn't want to disturb you; you looked so peaceful. Besides, you can be grumpy grumpy grumpy in the morning! Vee chimed.
Theo sighed, deciding not to waste any more time and effort in his fruitless chastising of Vee. Vee could act like a complete child sometimes; as such, arguments were rarely in Theo's favor. The Fire-type Chosen swiftly stripped and jumped in the shower. The hot water served an efficient role in vanquishing the weariness Theo still retained. It was a quick shower, and once out, Theo shuffled through his closet for a clean button-up shirt and a pair of khakis. Theo changed in front of a mirror, and Cinder, Vee, and Smolder crowded around him.
Ooh, someone's looking spiffy for the big ceremony! Cinder observed. Theo smiled in response.
You know why he's trying to look nice, right? Vee asked, a teasing edge to his typical playful tone. Theo groaned mentally, already aware of what was coming. He wants to look good for Morg-
That's enough out of you, Theo growled, shoving Vee away.
Vee grinned knowingly. I'm not wrong. Our minds are connected, Theo. Don't forget!
Doesn't mean you have to make yourself privy to my thoughts, Theo retorted, finished with buttoning up his shirt. Even though it wouldn't quite suit the look he was going for, Theo retrieved his trademark black bandana from his nightstand and put it on. Alright, let's hurry so we're not late! Theo and Vee exited the moderately sized room while Blaze, Ignis, and Vulpa continued to sleep. Cinder and Smolder seemed ready to fall back asleep as well, but this time, they settled in Theo's bed; Ignis and Blaze took up a fair amount of floor space. While it wasn't cramped whatsoever, Blaze had the tendency to roll in his sleep. More than once, he had rolled over one of the smaller Pokémon. Unintentionally, of course.

The air outside was crisp and chill, just like Theo liked it. He wasn't sure if it was because he was a Fire-type Chosen, but he usually thought it was too warm outside. Vee flew around Theo's head while he walked, messing with and teasing the Chosen be was supposed to be protecting. Theo's morning and the upcoming Ceremony left him tensed, although a peaceful walk always served to settle the nerves. Unfortunately, this walk was anything but peaceful, with Vee constantly harassing him. Still, Theo was grateful for the Victory Pokémon's almost calming presence. If Vee wasn't there, he would probably feel more out of place and such. And there was always the possibility of jeering from the villagers, although it happened much less frequently now. Maybe they matured. Maybe they were afraid of Vee (despite usually sustaining his childlike persona, Vee could be very intimidating, should the necessity arise). Frankly, Theo didn't care. As long as the villagers weren't messing with him or his friends, he didn't care what they did.

The Ceremony was being held on the far side of the village, so a fair distance of walking was required. Eventually, Theo and Vee arrived at their destination; surprisingly, most of the Chosen Ones were still absent. Huh, that's a relief; I thought we were at least a little late, Theo noted to Vee. Perhaps not too surprisingly, Morgan was already there, although seeing her made his neck warm to the touch. She looked very nice, with a green (shocker, right?) dress that hugged her form. Her hair was even done for the Ceremony.

Theo approached the female Grass-type Chosen, sending a brief glare in Symphony's direction at the same time.. "Uh, hey, Morgan. Is there something wrong? You seem...tense," Theo noted, studying her movements.

[Discontent]

The cavern seemed to twist and turn in front of her, as if melting and remoulding itself, the dark blue and blood red swirling colours constantly altering itself around and around. The ground beneath her seemed as if it was moving as she walked through the bizarre cave, her footsteps echoing through the near-dark expanse. Kira moved through it as if this was natural, either an area she was familiar with, or a place she had quickly adapted to. The walls at first glance appeared to be painted rock, but due to it always shifting, it was difficult to tell what it was. Or even if it was actually anything. Further down, a small dot of light was visible, and Kira moved quickly to reach it. On the ground, it seemed as if small gemstones were protruding from it, slightly shimmering in the dark, as if they were shining eyes staring at her. The occasional oddly shaped root curled around the stones, as if growing before her very eyes, seemingly aging the more she moved forwards.

You have no idea what this place is, do you? A calm and somewhat familiar voice resonated through her mind, coming from seemingly nowhere. Kira still confidently moved onwards.
"Nope."
Yet you are perfectly fine with this. You do not feel the need to understand what is happening?
"I don't need to understand it."
Yes. You do. Kira didn't say anything else. There was no need to. The small light grew closer and closer, yet instead of being an exit, the bright light was shown to be a diamond the size of a fist distending from the ground. Kira moved closer, but shielded her eyes, the effect of the light being almost blinding. You need to understand. You have never understood. Not yourself. Not other people. Nothing. The way in front of her wasn't there. The ground past the diamond just seemed to end, falling down into a black abyss. Turning around, the way she had come from had disappeared. The ground had fallen away without making a sound, and without her noticing. She was stranded, with just a slowly growing diamond in the middle of what little ground she had.
"I don't get it," she muttered aloud to the voice in her head.
Of course you do not. You have never even tried.
The light from the diamond disappeared in a flash. Leaving her stranded in the darkness.
Not once.

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“Kira! Time to get up!" Loud banging on her door woke her up from her strange dream, Kira bolting upright in her chair. She had been lying face down on her mahogany desk, the work of last night’s writing planted directly under her face, and was now completely upright in her chair in the time span of less than a second. Blinking, she stared at her reflection in the mirror across from her, attached to her desk. It took her a few seconds to recognise that it was Olly who was noisily knocking at her door. She rubbed her forehead, getting out of her leather chair, yawning, she slowly moved towards the door. But then the banging started again, a different voice appearing, making her stop moving.
“Get up, Kiarra! Oliver’s trying to propose, you bum! How are you going to leave the man waiting out here like that! I bet you’re avoiding him! You should! Because he’s proposing with a muffin instead of a ring! He’s such a loser!” Kira barely took in anything that was being said by Symphony, something about a proposal with a muffin. Ah, a muffin. That would be nice to have right about now. She slugged her way to the door, of which was covered with some old photographs, stickers, and some other pictures that Kira couldn't currently remember or comprehend. Opening the door, she looked up at the much taller man in front of her.
"I was awake. I was totally already awake. In my dream, that is. Awake. Yeah." Looking down, she realise she was still in her pyjamas, as she was planning to somehow migrate over to her bed at some point. Didn't happen. "...Wait. 'Scuse me." She shut the door before Olly could say anything, opening her cupboard to find the first thing she felt would be acceptable.
You know, dreams can give quite a lot of insight. Raising an eyebrow, she recognised the composed and formal thoughts of Reso, her Chimecho. Her voice seemed very familiar, and Kira noted is was similar to the one in her dream, but couldn't completely remember. Reso was levitating over at the window, having previously been staring out through it.

"Really," she monotonously replied, being too tired to put much effort into a response.
Really. You should pay more attention to them. Reso sighed when she realised Kira wasn't really paying a whole lot of attention, her feeling that she should be taking her words a bit more seriously. Kira sluggishly pulled a casual, blue dress on.
"Bleh," Ree, the Reuniclus bubbled, comfortably lying down in his beanbag at the end of the double bed, "Dreams are nothing special unless they've got a lot of violence." Reso wasn’t that impressed, but had long since adapted to how Ree acts.
"You, Reunite, are just really shallow."
"And you, dear Reso, are just really pretentious." Ree tiredly smirked at his retort.
"I am going to end this before it turns into a callous argument full of 'no, you are!'"
"That might be smart. Although I would totally win that arguement." Claire the Gardevior was lying sound asleep in her bed, and Mist the Mew was apparently nowhere to be found. Mist did that a lot, and Kira never really found out just what it is she does. Last night, Kira kept Claire up with her as she was writing, which in hindsight might not have been that smart.
"Claaaaaiirreee", she mumbled, lightly shaking her awake "You need to get uuuup."
"Urrrgghhhh..." she groaned, eyes opening slightly "Kira, you are an evil, evil, evil person. Whyyy did you keep me up...?"
"Because I wouldn't have been able to talk to you, of course."
"Too tired... to respond... with smart comment... screeew yoooouuu..." she turned over and stuck her head under the pillow. Kira took that as enough to class her as 'awake'. Going into the room's small bathroom, she quickly splashed water on her face and brushed her long hair. She got everything that she felt at the time she might need, and moved back to the door, opening it up to yet again meet Olly.
"Alright. Ready. Onwards. Adventure. Yah." She half-heartedly raised her fist with the last 'yah', very much still in a tired stupor.

[Ardent Dawn]

Wild cawing filled the room; the frantic screeching of a Wingull flock bursting into flight. With a hellish groan, the girl on the bed rolled over, tunnelling her face desperately away from the alarm. “Oh no you don’t,” murmured Monroe. He stretched laboriously across the foot of the bed, muscles creaking audibly, then delivered a half-hearted kick to the lump under the bedclothes. “Don’t you dare sleep through the ceremony, E.” An ill-tempered jerk of the foot was his only response. Sighing, Monroe drew himself upright. “Should I give her a little nudge?”

From the dressing table, Evie grinned wickedly. “Be my guest.”

The hapless Poliwrath burst from the covers, hurtling across the room on a wake of azure light. Her eyes snapped open as she crashed into the opposing walls, veins bulging as she strained against the shimmering blue aura. “I was getting up!” she squealed.

Snorting, Evie glanced over her shoulder. “You’ve already slept through the first alarm, Emaren. Do we need to go Hyper Voice on you to get you moving on your own?” A wave of horror flickered across Emaren’s face, and with a giggle, she left the two of them to sort each other out. For the time being, her hair was in need of more taming than them. Ten minutes of gentle teasing had left only a vague impression of order on the puffed-out mane, although if the Mentors knew her at all by know, they would probably respect the effort.

“Where do you think we’ll go from here, guys?” Evie mused, extricating the final tangles. Behind her, a thud echoed out, followed by no small amount of grumbling.
“Do you mean the ceremony?”
“Not really.” All efforts forgotten, she swivelled round and gestured broadly across the room with the hairbrush. “I mean, from here? What exactly are the Elders expecting us to do?”
“Whatever they have in mind, I doubt there’ll be much peace along the way,” noted Emaren. If there was a slight edge to her voice, Evie let it go pass.
“With twelve trainers, it’s not as though we’re going in alone. Twelve Chosen, and we’ll be more than safe.” Glancing at her like a stranger, Monroe beamed. “You look lovely.”

Evie was somewhat inclined to disagree – the pleated turquoise dress was a good few inches of flounce too many for her taste, most of those inches below the knees – but she returned the beam regardless. “You think?” She stood up and gave something approximating a twirl. Orange silk swirled out around her like ripples spreading across the water.

“I can manage this for a few hours at least,” she grinned, “as long as I get to see what Dallas looks like all dressed up.” Evie glanced out the window at the dawn-lit canopies beyond, her radiant smile fading into something more wistful. “You ready, Freya?”

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” she cooed gently. Sonya still hadn’t roused in the slightest, and despite several dirty looks for Emaren, Evie hadn’t had the heart to wake her. For now, she slumbered gently on Freya’s back.

You and me both, girl. “Then let’s get this party started.” Evie opened the door, glancing up and down the hall to find out who’d be the first to comment on the flounce. Most of the others seemed to have stirred already, but – small mercies – at least Shane wasn’t around. That encounter could happily be spared for later. Further down the corridor, Sym weaved under a backhand cuff from Marcus, and Evie let herself snigger freely. [COLOR="rgb(0, 191, 255)"]“Morning, Olly!”[/COLOR] she called gleefully, dress forgotten. [COLOR="rgb(0, 191, 255)"]“Getting into the action already?”[/COLOR]

[Little Fox]

Miu was just about to greet Marcus with a good morning and a gentle smile, but she soon found herself feeling pain on her right side as she stared up at the ceiling, watching blinking lights that indicated a daze. It wasn’t too long before Brutus helped her to her feet and began to fumble with his words, picking up her art and handing it to her. Such fumbling with words was taken into consideration by Miu and her brother before and they both knew that he liked her, but Miu couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she had eyes for Marcus since his arrival. Brutus was gone with his books just as quickly as he had come, leaving Miu standing there speechless and dazed, trying to grasp what had just happened. She finally seemed to hear Marcus laughing at the event that went unseen by him, causing her face to turn a brighter red than it already was. She coughed distractedly some before smiling at Marcus’ recognition of her perfume. “Yeah! Olly made me some yesterday. It’s great, isn’t it?” She adored Gracidias for both the scent and the sight of them. She had set down her sketchpad and pencils, not bothering to brush the dust from her dress as she began to slowly button Marcus’ shirt up for him. She remembered the last time that he had tried himself, Oliver and she had both knocked a few heads for the unkind words that were given to him. She eyed his physique some and a light frown embraced her lips. “I’m going to stop giving you so many sweets, Marcus. You need to put some muscle on or the wind might carry you away.” She couldn’t help but to chide in an almost motherly manner, cursing herself inwardly. Yes. Give him more reason to see you as a sister or mother instead of a girlfriend. She quickly recovered in a soft voice. “I’d hate to lose you.” She didn’t look down the hall to see how Oliver was doing with Kira, though Evie’s voice soon reached her ears.

Oliver’s face had turned bright red as he tried to smack Symphony for being a brat, even though he knew Kira probably wouldn’t even come close to grasping what Symphony and Morganna had been trying to tell her for years. Shaking his head, he smiled at the uncharacteristically unenthused Kiarra as she came to the door. “Why the long face, my lovely Captain?” Before an answer could be given, Evie had exited her room and came over to greet them. He gave a quizzical look at her action comment, but assumed that she had caught him swatting at Symphony. “Huh? Oh ,yeah. Sym’s being Sym. Per usual.” He gave his best goofy yet charming smile that often made the females around the village swoon. Oliver was known by many for his charm and wit, though the person he wanted to see it most seemed to not really see it. Or maybe not care that way; though it certainly wasn’t going to stop him from continuing his antics. Maybe one day he’d rustle up the courage to be straightforward with her. He was dazing a bit before he glanced over and noticed that Brutus had ran smack into Miu, as was tradition since he had arrived. He shook his head and kept an eye on Miu and Marcus both – Of course he knew about his sister’s crush. No, he didn’t threaten or beat up the kid for it. He knew that Miu would hit back harder than ever if he did – He had never seen her like someone so much. He then focused his attention back to Kira and Evie, smiling brightly once more. “You both look as lovely as ever. What’s the occasion?” He chuckled and offered a playful wink before moving quickly to slide one arm behind Kira’s back, bending to slide the other behind her knees. He soon scooped her up in the sort of carry that one used when traversing across the threshold after tying the knot. He tried not to let his mind wander as he maneuvered Kira to his shoulder the way he did when she would claim wounds from sky pirates. He then hooked arms with Evie and began down the hall. “Come, ladies. Allow me to escort you.”

Miu watched as Oliver passed before smiling to Marcus. “Shall we go?”

Morganna eyed her sister as she sat down before moving towards her with an arrogant stride. “Your feathers are crooked.” She moved her fingers to her sister’s hair, beginning to gently put her accessory back into place. “Thanks.” Symphony grinned up at her. “I guess all those idiots running around like they don’t know where to go must have dislodged it some.” Morganna rolled her eyes. “Or maybe you’re losing your touch.” The two of them often went back and forth and fought like most siblings did. And just like most siblings, they truly did care for one another. Symphony knew Morganna was a bitch without a cause and Morganna knew Symphony wasn’t really a bitch, she was just cocky. With good reason to be. Celebi smiled as the two sisters exchanged their first banter of the morning, fluttering down to Symphony’s shoulder.
“Bi bi bi Celebi!” (Your hair is so pretty! I wish I had hair to style!)
“Aw, Celebi. Maybe I’ll make you a wig one of these days.” Symphony smiled and used a single index finger to stroke the top of the cute little Pokémon ’s head.
“Celebi?!” (Really?!)
“Yeah.” She laughed softly and picked up the Pokémon , pressing her nose against its soft tufts of fur before handing it back to Morganna. “Why doesn’t he ever just…go away? I mean…Why won’t Lugia just take his shard and send him back under the rock he crawled out from under?” Symphony’s mood suddenly changed to one that left her bristling, a frown on her face as she saw Shane. Her own Pokémon bristled as well. Morganna glanced over and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe Lugia’s gone insane.” She smiled as Lugia came over, sitting next to Ho-Oh. Ho-Oh glanced at Lugia and offered a shrug of his wings. “Oh. Ho-Oh. Ho-Oh Ho-Oh.” (I really don’t know. You know the Elder Bartok sucks at organizing things.) It was indeed a well-known fact that the Village Elder was a bit flummoxed most of the time. But he was a kind and wise young man. Yes, young. He wasn’t even forty yet. While Ho-Oh and Lugia conversed, Morganna and Symphony watched Shane edgily. Morganna generally didn’t really get along with most of the people in their select little group. But Shane was another story – Even Miu of all people couldn’t stand the man. The way he trained his Pokémon and the way that he treated women…The way he thought he was better than all of them. The way he acted like he was the only Chosen One and the rest of them were just there to make him look good. Morganna wanted to sock him in the mouth – Not that she hadn’t had Oliver do it for her more than a few times. She hated when he called her Amara and she hated it even more the way he treated her sister. She grimaced at the thought of him coming over to try another failed attempt of flirting as he did every day and quickly averted her gaze. Symphony followed suit and lifted her head up some to see her Emolga gliding through the trees. She smiled softly as the fluffy Pokémon landed in her lap and snuggled up into her dress. At the arrival of Shane, it seemed that they had all gone quiet. Symphony felt the silence was getting to be unbearable until Theodore’s voice broke it. He had followed shortly behind Oswin who seemed to appear from nowhere, as usual. Morganna disregarded her as she did most others, though Symphony offered a return nod. Her gaze was then directed to Theodore, to which she returned his icy glare before standing and making her way to her Pokémon, stroking her Braviary’s feathers as her Emolga skittered up to her shoulders to play with her hair.

Morganna frowned lightly at Theodore, her hands moving swiftly as she signed. You’re late. You should have gotten up when I knocked on the door earlier.
“Bi bi! Cele!” (That was like six AM!)
“So?” Morganna rolled her eyes and lifted a brow at her partner’s apparel. You clean up nicely. But must you always wear that bandana? She sighed a bit as if to put emphasis on her words, knowing that he couldn’t hear her, sometimes she would overdramatize her facial expressions so that he would get the point. Sometimes, it got to the point that she would be overdramatic about all of her facial expressions – Though that was only because she had gotten used to doing so from talking to Theo so much. She did, offer him a light smile. He was the only person besides her sister that she ever smiled at. But you do look very nice. Even though you’re late. She stuck out her tongue and quickly took a seat again. Glancing behind her, she motioned for him to join her, seeing Oliver climbing the hill to the with Evie on one arm and Kira on his shoulder. She rolled her eyes. “Why is he always surrounded by women?”

Oliver grinned as he came upon the others, noticing that Dallas had yet to arrive. He knew that Miu was right behind him with Marcus. And behind them, villagers were coming now that they had sorted out everything else. Oliver moved to the scaffold where he released Evie from his holding and gently set Kira to the ground. He gave a light bow at the waist and another of his trademark goofy smiles. “M’Ladies. As promised, you have arrived safely and on time.” He disregarded Morganna’s scoff when he had said ‘on time’. He then glanced to Miu who seemed to be chattering to Marcus about her new Pokémon Vitamins as she lead him up the stairs and onto the scaffold. He looked up and saw that her Dragonite, Atreuy had arrived carrying her Deino egg with Altaria, Melody carrying Chomper and Ashdir. Mint, her Shelgon, had arrived being carried by vines coming from Strelitzia. Sweet Pea, Dahlia, Scilla, Sage, and Belladonna were bringing up the rear, all heading towards the scaffold. Latios landed on the ground with a mighty thud and a roar, ever so arrogant and needing to let it be known that he had arrived. Oliver gave Kira a kiss upon her palm and quickly jumped onto the scaffold with Miu and Marcus, watching as Symphony followed and Morganna dragged Theo up with them as well. Soon, where they once sat filled up with villagers.

It was almost time.

I'll make it pretty later.