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"Oh no you don't!" Abigail shouted. She took her hand off the target and hurried over to the sword as quickly as she could. She grabbed hold of it and pulled as hard as she could. Turns out she didn't need to do that since it wasn't buried as deep as she thought and the extra force almost caused her to lose her balance. She managed to keep from falling and swirled on her heels to face the enemy,. "Your not getting out of this again." Without waiting for a reply or signal. She took the handle in both hands and it glowed with power.

"Zypha get out of the way." She didn't wait for a response and closed the distance. Then she swung for Yami's neck, hoping to cut clean through or if not at least deep enough to let her pour her power in.
"Uhm." Jim said. It was a good question and he didn't have a good answer. "Er well." He said, but he didn't get to say much more before something big pushed its way out of the crowd of black things. "Oh god no." Jim muttered staring at the abomination as it turned to face them. "They have tanks too. How do they have tanks?" He swallowed hard and jumped off the platform. "I say we go in because there's no way we can face a tank." Without waiting for a reply he jumped in.
"What really?" He blinked in honest surprise. "It always took me forever to pick mine, but then in the end I always got the grass starter, except for generation two." He shrugged. "Its always trouble with the grass types but I guess no matter how much time I spend debating with myself I'm a sucker for the underdog." He paused and looked at his feet. Both his shoes matched. He wasn't sure why, but with the way the day was going he half expected one to be a sandal and the other to be a boot. It definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing that happened to him today. Though, it would be reason for worrying since it could be indicative of nerve damage. "But yeah I guess you are on to something there. Whatever the case the morning will always give answers, even if they only come because we're in a hurry."

Almond nodded. "I can do 5 a.m. I could do now if I had to. Would rather do now since its going to be an uphill climb after a broken back to get to sleep." He sighed. "Though going out half cocked like that, after a long day and no rest is a sure fire way to end up a footnote in history books under the greatest mistakes ever made." He swallowed hard. "So bed it is and then 5am we do." He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a purple and white bottle with the word Melatonin 3mg in bright yellow letters. "Hopefully we fixed everything before I run out of these, because then I'm really in trouble." He popped one and swallowed it dry. "ACtually, its amazing I have these at all. Usually I leave them at home."

"Well, I'll be out like a light soon so better find somewhere to sleep." He looked around and sighed. "The floor it is. Not that that's a problem since I'll only be uncomfortable for a few minutes before I'm out of it." He walked over to a switch flicked it so they were in darkness and curled up on the floor. "Good night Haruki. Pleasant dreams and what not. Oh, and if you wake up to screaming, I apologize but sometimes I get night terrors when I take a pill." He closed his eyes and was out before he knew it.

There was a dream, but Almond couldn't remember what it was. There was laughing, that he knew, and something scratching glass, but he couldn't remember anything else. Oh, and a scream too, but that was only his mind's way of trying to keep him asleep while his new friend's alarm went off. "Ugh." He mumbled, trying to work in some spit thanks to a dry mouth. "Ma. Guh." He shook his head. "UGH! I need water. Where's the water?" He turned to Haruki. "Hey, are you awake yet?"

He got up and walked over to where Oak went the day before and found the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of water and drank deeply. "So I'm going to go ahead and get the Bulbasaur, because I"ve played him so many times." Almond walked over to the table, got the ball, and put it in his pocket. "Ready to go?"

There was a knock at the door and Professor Oak stepped inside. "Good morning Almond. Good morning Haruki. I hope you two slept well last night. I saw you at the window and figured it was as good a time as any to say hello." He reached into his pockets. "Also I've got something for you two." A pair of red devices with a keyboard and black screens appeared in his hands. "Behold my new and improved pokegear."
lol sorry. I'm just having trouble picking who I want : P
Who do you want?
Don't worry. Next post will advance the story more.
"Their cores?" Almond blinked and scratched his lower lip. "You know, that makes sense. Maybe there weren't any cores back in our world so those shadow things were free to walk around wherever they wanted since there wasn't anything important that could be destroyed? Which would make sense here since there's a fairly good chance the shadow things don't want anyone to know of their presence." He paused as something came to mind. "But then why kill if their not in the optimal position to do so? Wouldn't it be better to just move the cores to somewhere safe and then go balls out on whatever world you wanted to destroy? I don't get the logical." His eyes narrowed. "Ugh! It's like the start of a detective novel, but with pokemon. You have a crime, and what looks like the method, but its glaring how much information is missing."

"Yes sir." Almond nodded at the old man, trying his best to hide the excitement he felt with finally getting his own pokemon. "We really appreciated." He watched the old man leave. Poor guy looked physically shaken. Perhaps he'd gone too far too fast, but there wasn't a lot of time. Who knows how much damage those things could've done by now. Taking any more time than what was absolutely necessary would've been morally repugnant. Knowing that didn't make him feel any better. Neither did Haruki's lecture. It was tempting to snap at her, but he swallowed his agitation. "I know. I know. It's just those things. I don't like the thought of them running around what's basically a childhood home, perverting it, or whatever it is they do, you know?"

He turned his attention to the pokeballs on the table, with Haruki. "So here we are, the toughest decision most children in a first world country ever have to make." He watched Haruki highlight Squirtle's ball. "How long do you think we'll be here?" He touched the section above the first ball and bulbasuar appeared. "I mean, Pewter city has a gym, and lots of the trainers there specialize in rock. So it would figure there's a lot of rock pokemon moving around. So if we're just going to be here till we fix what's going on there Squirtle and bulbasaur would be the best choices, but if we're going further into the world..." His eye moved to the last ball, the one without any readings over it. "If we're going to go in further then something like fire type that can lay the smack down on quiet a few types would be better."
"Hand as a gun sounds good." Jim nodded to the idea. "It's pretty simple." He paused and stood back as Rae started doing something else entirely. "What-what are you doing?" The notion the strange platform was a bomb entered his mind and didn't go away until Rae climbed on and then motioned for him to do the same. "Uh. Oh-okay. Let's do it this way, but what if there's another burst of light while we're floating towards the rift?" He shook his head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything. I know I will."

He hoped on the platform and started charging energy into his hand. "Let's go!" Without saying anything else. He started blasting away at random, hoping that the creatures would panic and scatter. They didn't and returned fire. "I hope this thing can haul ass because we're kind of sitting ducks up here."
Almond watched Haruki's reaction. There didn't seem to be panic like what he felt at the thought of finding more of those creatures. Instead, she seemed deep in thought. Somehow, someway, he knew what was going to come out of her mouth. He knew it and it scared him. Frantically the synapses danced around with their twirling lightning, trying to come up with something, a shield to change the arrow's course before it hit him right between the eyes, but all that it drew was a blank card. So he crossed his fingers and wished upon a star. It wasn't the brightest star, but it was big, and if he was going to entrust a wish to anything it would be in an object who could reach the planet Mars from the sun's location.

"Yeah." Almond nodded. "I had a feeling you were going to say that." He leaned forward and propped his chin on his palms. "I agree completely with you on that point Haruki, but there's something I'm not quiet sure about, and it bugs me. It bugs me like ants over a cake, or that thick lone black hair growing out of a scar. Why so little? Back home those things poured out like waves upon waves. They rushed out and just started killing. None of the foot soldiers, or whatever they were, gave two flicks of a dog's tail who saw them, but here, its different. The shadow pokemon, and I'm sure that those things are around, are being sneaky. Instead of just slaughtering outright, their hiding. Why? What would be the point of such things doing anything to keep their prescience a secret?" He shook his head.

Professor Oak watched the back and forth in silence. His fingers tented in front of his face, and his intelligent green eyes seemed to take in everything. When he saw the two had reached a point for silence he leaned forwards. "It's a bit much to believe, isn't it? A part of me wants to trust you to on the grounds that you both seem like such nice children, but another part of me, the one that can't just accept anything without proof, has no choice but to be stubborn."

Almond turned to the older man, and stared at him with blank eyes, a blank mouth, and a nose that had no choice but to appear blank on account of lacking any level of personality whatsoever. "So?"

The professor sighed and looked down. "So, is there anything either of you two could say or do that would prove me you both are from some other plain? Anything at all? It doesn't have to be amazing by your standards. It just has to be something I couldn't explain away except by with your other worldly theory."

"Oh." Almond nodded. "Well, okay give me a second to think." He scratched the back of his head and stared hard at the table until a sweat drop slithered down between his eyes and fell off the end of his nose. "Oh! I know!" He jumped and hurried over to the professor, who looked like he wanted to slink away but didn't. "You! You have a nephew named Blue, right?" The older man nodded. "And he grew up with a rival named Red, correct?" Again, a nod. "And they both got their starter pokemon the same day?" Nod. "I bet Red picked his pokemon first, it was a Charmander, and Blue picked Squirttle right afterwards simply because it was a type advantage?"

The man's face went white. "How-how did you know that?"

Almond shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Oak looked at them again for a moment before nodding and getting to his feet. "I'll just take your word for it. Now," he turned away from them and walked towards a steel table with three red and white balls at the center. "Would you two please come over here? There's no way I can pretend our world isn't in danger from whatever it is that's going on and I can't let you two children go it alone, especially since there was almost a fatality caused by a flock of pidgeys." He pointed at the balls. "I've got three starters here. I want both of you to take one. You can stay here tonight, and in the morning please do whatever it is you two need to do to get whatever those shadow things are out of here." He swallowed hard and turned away. "Come on Dragonite. Let's get some sleep. I'll see you two in the morning."
"Yeah, I think your right. Here, I have an idea." Jim got up in the front of the window and stuck his hand out ever so slightly. "I'll shoot shoot from here and you take the back. That might not get rid of all the light, but if there's any flashes from the outside then hopefully it won't do too much damage to your........er shadowy equipment." He turned his attention back to the the task at hand, and focused on his arm.

It didn't take long for the limb to start glowing with yellow power. "Oh, and one more thing. Please, don't hit me. I mean, I know we're just getting used to this, but maybe instead of a shredding gun like from earlier, a nice sniper rifle like thing would do? Eh... Eh!" He swallowed hard, narrowed his eyes and let loose a blast of electricity into the nearest of the hoard members.
Abigail watched Zypha rush to attack the turtle opponent, confident in her friend's ability. So it came as somewhat of a surprise that the end result of the assault was her only crew mate tied up with the last remaining marine enemy on the island. She shouldn't have been surprised. The MArine leader was a step above the rest, but she was, and that pissed her off.

Fist clenched at her side. "Oh god's damn it!" She bit her teeth and power started surging out of her like two fuzzy blankets after a tumble in the dryer. "There's always got to be something in the way hasn't there." Then she smiled. "Well, then we'll play that game." She held up her open palm and started sliding to the left, but she didn't let her hand waver an inch from its target.

"Zypha, keep him there. I'm going to grab my sword and shove it as far into one of that bastard's holes as far as it'll go. Sounds good?" She kept on sliding the shorter way towards her blade. "And then, just to make sure he doesn't survive that I'm going to fry him from the inside. What with his body being as good as an insulator it is, I'm sure no more than a few sparks will make it to you."
"Uhm." Jim swallowed. "That's a good question." He thought for a moment before nodding at the idea that came to light in the dark recess of his mind. "So let's clear as wide of a path as we can." He carefully moved forward and looked down. "We'll blast a big enough swath of destruction as we can. Then, we'll climb down this thing over here and make our way to the tear." He frowned. "From there we better think up something because those things'll probably regroup in a hurry."

He looked over at Rae hopefully. "Unless you have a better idea? Please tell me you have a better idea."
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