Items: Key Items: Pokedex, Umbrella, Mandolin, Sketch pad and Graphite Pencils sketch of mirror (probably useless) Old Rod, Forearm Guard (Bracer), Dragon Chew Toy, Swanna Pail, Fruit Basket
General: 6x Potion, 5 Super Potions, 4 Great Balls, 12 Pokeballs, 3 antidotes, 3 paralyze heals, Red Scarf, Blue Scarf, Fighting Gem, Rock Incense, Repel, Ability Capsule, Moon Stone Black Belt (Equipped), Cheri Berry, Chesto Berry, Pecha Berry, Rawst Berry, Aspear Berry, Leppa Berry, Oran Berry. Persim Berry
TMs: TM57 Charge Beam, TM89 U-Turn
Badges: Shrine Badge
Pokédollars: 19,935
Pokémon Name: Cecil Species: Darumaka Gender: ♀ Type: Fire Personality: A jolly, over confident creature that will sass the hell out of people and demands cuddles. Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: It tries to mimic Basil drawing, but all that it makes are just scribbles and blobs. Also likes marmalade sandwiches. Her goal is absolute domination on the battlefield and help Basil out of his shell. Level: 15 Moves: Rollout, Tackle, Incinerate, Rage, Fire Fang, Headbutt Ability: Hustle Held Item: None Health & Status: 20%
Pokémon Name: Crocus Species: Bulbasaur Gender: ♂ Type: Grass/Poison Personality: Crocus is a curious, friendly creature. A bit too friendly and trusting for its own good. Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: His goal is to be an adventurer and go where no Bulbasaur has gone before! Smells like freshly cut grass. Level: 15 Moves:Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip, Sleep Powder, Poison Powder, Take Down Ability: Overgrow. Boosts power of Grass-type moves when heavily damaged. Held Item: None Health & Status: 100%
Gender: ♂ Type: Fighting/Flying Personality: (Up to player.) Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 17 Moves: Detect, Tackle, Hone Claws, Karate Chop, Wing Attack, Roost, Aerial Ace Ability: Limber. Cannot be paralyzed. Held Item: Black Belt Health & Status: 100%
Pokémon Name: Gender: ♀ Type: Psychic Personality: (Not entirely up to player.) Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Not entirely up to player.) Level: 74 Moves: Pound, Confusion, Tickle, Play Nice, Fake Tears, Double Slap, Psybeam, Embargo, Feint Attack, Psyshock, Flatter, Future Sight, Heal Block, Psychic, Telekinesis, Charm, Magic Room. Ability: Shadow Tag. By standing on a target’s shadow, this Pokémon prevents the target's escape. Held Item: None. Health & Status: 100%
Gender: ♂ Type: Electric/Poison Personality: (Up to player.) Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 1 Moves: Belch, Tearful Look, Nuzzle, Growl, Flail, Acid Ability: Rattled. Raises speed if hit by a Bug, Ghost or Dark-type attack, or if Intimidated. Held Item: None.
Gender: ♂ Type: Dark/Dragon Personality: (Up to player.) Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 9 Moves: Tackle, Dragon Rage, Focus Energy, Bite Ability: Hustle. Pokémon’s attacks are more powerful, in exchange for accuracy. Held Item: Health & Status: 100%
"They experimented on you?" Were the only words he could muster in response to her image. There was a sensation that he never felt before, like magma boiling in his veins. He could feel the muscles in his face contort, but the young noble did his best to fight the rage trying to force its way out. There was no need to frighten the poor thing. She had already been through enough though perhaps she wasn't so bothered by it considering how quickly she drew her next question.
Was that...him? Was that stupidly large shape his mandolin? "You want me to play for you?" A puff of air rushed quickly out of his mouth, holding back a laugh of disbelief. Of course, that's why she was so excited. He could've almost laughed at her eagerness. "Okay, but can you be patient? We need to establish some rules."
"As you can guess, I am a trainer, but I am working with a professor to help record the Pokemon in Isson with this device called a Pokedex. This thing was what tipped me off that you were so strong." Basil pulled the device from his belt and after clicking a few buttons held it towards her to show her profile. "However, I am also taking on the gym challenge. As it stands, you are so strong that I cannot actually order you to do anything, so how about this?"
The young noble held a single finger up. "One, every now and again I will have to send you to her lab where some of my other Pokemon are and the good professor will treat you very well." He then lifted a second finger up. "Two, while I can't make you battle in a gym challenge, and I wouldn't want to abuse your strength anyway, you still need to contribute. So, I'll play you songs in exchange for your help for things outside of gym battles." Basil then lifted a third finger. "And three. I reserve the right to make any addendums should they come up. Is that fair?"
Mathias McGrath was born to a mundane family in the middle of fucking nowhere Montana. His family were not of some great social standing; his father worked as a grifting mechanic and his mother was a waitress at the local diner who was rumored to be the town bicycle. It was just as likely for Mathias' father to be his biological father as it was for any other man in town or passing by. That was probably one of the reasons why his parents fought so often.
He was a quiet, reserved child, but one with a kind heart brimming with curiosity and a sense of duty towards those around him. If he saw any injustice, be it a playground bully or the like he was the one who would step in because he was always the bigger, stronger kid. One would imagine that he was a bullheaded though he also had quite a head on his shoulders. Mathias enjoyed tinkering around with tools and was always curious with how things worked, like the cars his dad worked on. Every now again Mathias was even allowed to help his old man repair some cars in the shop.
But that was when he would see things. Things that no one else could see. The internal structure, the weakest and strongest impact points of the car, his father's shoddy work. While he couldn't understand what it was he could see and what information he was absorbing, he understood that only he could.
And in his dreams, he dreamt of a labyrinth and what sights he would see. Wonderous, yet confusing and unnerving, but with each visit there was something else to see, something else to learn. Awakening from each dream, his gifts would expand and evolve albeit rough and unrefined like coal as it would be without proper guidance. However, with each dream there was always a constant: a voice. It was drowned out, murky to the ears, but there was definitely a voice. As he got older, he found he no longer even needed to even sleep, but meditate to enter the labyrinth, but even then, he would still hear the voice.
Having powers was something that he understood was to be kept a secret. He read plenty of comic books and seen enough cartoons to know that, but they also had confidants, people who they could rely on and talk and like any foolish boy he told his best friend Maverick. He showed him all of his gifts, told him of the labyrinth and like any kid that wanted superpowers, Maverick asked Mathias if he could show him how to enter the labyrinth. Making no promises, Mathias tried, and did do something because Maverick found himself in that twisted world.
At first, things were fine. Maverick was progressing steadily with developing his powers and they even exchanged ideas and different paths of the labyrinth, but overtime something seemed off with him. He looked more haggard, more exhausted as the days turned into weeks into months. He became secretive, unwilling to divulge what he was doing. At the same time, there were strange reports of people's pets going missing. Concerned for his friend, Mathias confronted Maverick, but Maverick flew into a rage screaming that Mathias 'did this to him.' In his dreams, in his waking thoughts, in the corners of his mind all Maverick could see was the labyrinth. He wanted, no, he needed to know what was at the end of it all. Maverick told him that he had something to show him.
Maverick led Mathias to the abandoned refinery plant on the outskirts of town. Mathias smelled it before he saw it: rotting, broken carcasses of animals were strewn about the plants' floor. In his horror, Mathias asked Maverick what this was. It was his lab. For months, Maverick had been experimenting his abilities on living things when he realized that he hit a wall with his development all the while Mathias growth kept improving. It was unfair, infuriating that Mathias could delve deeper and deeper while he couldn't.
Mathias pleaded, begged with his friend to come to his senses when he saw something very much alive wriggling around with tears in its eyes; a little girl tied to a pole with her mouth gagged. With a churned stomach, Mathias asked his best friend what he had done. Maverick said that it was time to move onto human experimentation so they could be both exploring the labyrinth together.
Mathias looked at the monster he had inadvertently created and came to the only conclusion that he could: he had to stop him by any means necessary. The two green horn mages fought, and, in the end, Mathias landed the finishing blow though it was not enough to kill him. However, their battle had caused a flame to erupt due to igniting leftover barrels of crude oil and Mathias was left only enough time to save on person, the little girl or Maverick. Needless to say, Mathias left his best friend to burn alive in the factory.
The factory burned down and apparently whatever remains that were in there were too charred to even be recognized as animal or human. It never got out that Mathias was ever there. He made the little girl swear to secrecy of what she had seen.
Life went on, except Mathias could never forget what he had seen. Never again would he let anyone be a part of that world of his ever again. That voice wouldn't leave him alone, however. No matter how much time passed, he could still hear that murky voice almost taunting him for what he did.
Time passed on and when Mathias was eighteen years old, he joined the United States army as a combat engineer and in four years joined the Special Forces as an engineer sergeant serving in the 5th Special Forces Group. Over the years he had been deployed on several missions though he has no clearance to talk about them. However, there was one mission when he was deployed with a unit to Afghanistan to raid a compound of some terrorist cell leader. When they got there, however, it looked the inside of a meat grinder. Not a single soul was left alive or in one piece, except for one man.
There was a man that stood in the middle of the viscera, a man that looked so eerily like Mathias. At first. that appeared disinterested until he saw Mathias.
"How interesting."
It was the voice. It was the same voice he had been hearing for years.
Before he could question the man, all hell broke loose. Bloody mist sprayed the air like the juice of watermelon smashed by a hammer. His entire unit in an instant was turned into fleshy pulp. Mathias fought for his life, but nothing he did worked. Every shot, every bomb, every spell failed to leave any mark. By all rights, he should've died right then and there, but the man just let him live with a knowing grin.
Never before had Mathias felt so powerless, so angry. His comrades died in the blink of an eye except for him for some inexplicable reason, but he also left to report this disaster. Now how in the hell does anyone report that not only the entire compound was butchered, but so were the troops? Well, as it turned out it happens way more frequently than one would think.
Originally, his superiors were just going to wipe his memory clean with magic, but before they could do Mathias admitted that he had powers and demanded what was going on. His superiors quickly caught on to the fact that Mathias had no idea who he was or even the greater scope of the Dark Sphere, so they told him everything. The labyrinths, the Dark City, the houses, everything, including the man who slaughtered his entire team.
The man that attacked them was only known to them as simply The Mist due to how illusive he was and how he leaves his victims. They could never track him down no matter how what they did. He was too good at covering his tracks and the few times that they did find him, a platoon would be killed instantly. Except this time, he left Mathias alive. There was a connection between them, a lead that they could go off on.
They offered Mathias to join a special taskforce, the 0th Special Forces Group tasked by the Dark Sphere Command (DSC), to defend their nation from rogue mages and mages from other countries, friendly or otherwise. Typically, they worked with the Houses although those shaky relationships at best. When asked if he would be able to find The Mist, they said that there was a chance, but that as enough for Mathias. He needed answers and he needed that man's head on a pike.
Mathias, eager to get to work, needed training. He received proper training and guidance by mages within the Special Forces Group. It was truly the first time that he had really explored that side of his world again with another, not since Maverick, but he learned quickly that this was not the norm. Anything that went beyond what was standard knowledge was met with cold gazes of people protective of their spell craft. Still, he eventually found himself a role in this supernatural squadron and with each mission he understood the dark reality that he stepped into. Still, it was worth it. He needed answers and he'll keep delving in deeper into that darkness for it though lurking in it is someone that should have stayed dead.
To understand the complexities of the world, one must have eyes unclouded to bend it to your will. That is one way to explain his craft. He absorbs, analyzes, and breaks down highly detailed information at a rate that no other human could process. To go back to the car example when he was a child, he could look at it and breakdown everything about it. The internal structure, the car's physical weak points, the strength of the metal, the tensile strength, the heat it could with stand, how it runs, and so on. However, it is also possible to overload him with information if one were to try hard enough and prolonged use is exhausting on the brain and the eyes.
However, that is only one part of the craft. Once analyzed, he can create, manipulate, and dismantle. For example, he could create concrete, manipulate existing concrete, or dismantle concrete to its components. This can be applied to more complex objects such as guns or to things such as fire or water. There are some caveats to this. All three of these abilities are subject to the relation of size and power. The bigger something is, the more magic it is going to need to do it and may suffer from effects such as slower creation speed. He cannot just spawn a tank or a pile of TNT with a snap of his fingers.
Along with his main craft he picked up several different crafts from his time with Maverick and from when he trained with the 0th Special Forces Group.
From his time with Maverick, he learned a basic level of electromagnetism. From the Special Forces group, he picked up an array of crafts. Reinforcement, detection, presence suppression, strength and speed augmentation, telepathy, light generation, body temperature
"Are you telling me that we may be walking straight into a trap?" growled Nolan through the comms. Of course, it was on him for only asking now, but this was also pertinent information. If they were walking straight into a trap, then he wanted to know way that it was a possibility. God's above if the Astarin by some absolute miracle didn't kill the guardsmen then he would do it himself. "If you think there is anything strange at all, say something. I'll give the mapmakers something to complain about if need be."
Nolan then shifted focus. Through Ria's earpiece, she heard Nolan. "Hey Ria, you heard that right? How are you holding up?" It was only normal to check up on how his coworker was managing the situation. She had been maintaining the barrier for an awfully long time. He needed to know how she was doing, especially if they were to move forward into a possible death trap.
It was soft, but he was certain that he heard the homeless girl say something with her raspy breath. Zenith maintained his kind, gentle smile. "You're welcome." There was not much else that he could say to her and sometimes that's all anyone could do. His gaze shifted towards Karma who approached them and kindly informed Zen that the guild master was already dealing with another new recruit. Two in one day that must've been a record. Oh, yeah, he completely forgot that candy boy was there too. Make that three though it could've been more. He hadn't stopped cooking since he arrived.
"I'll be in the kitchen then. Give me a holler if anyone needs me. Oh, and a pleasure to meet you both. Glad to see some friendlier faces." With a friendly wave goodbye, Zenith rushed off back to the kitchen. He surveyed the leftover prepped ingredients in their plastic containers. "Now what do I feed a girl that hasn't had proper meal in a while..."
A rich dish would obviously be tasty, but it would probably make her stomach do loops. Not to mention that she's more than likely deficient in certain vitamins and minerals. What she needed was a meal that was flavorful, but rich in nutrients and light as to not upset her stomach. Zenith rubbed his chin in thought before he snapped his fingers with a self-satisfied grin. "Yeah, that'll work." With that, Zen was back at chopping vegetables, chicken, and kneading dough.
Meat was sizzling, pots bubbling and steaming, and the sound vegetables being stirred in a hot pan. A bead of sweat was trailing down his head, down to the tip of his nose, and then dripped down onto the stove. The chef grabbed an old piece of cloth and rubbed his face against it, taking a deep breath before he focused back onto the cooking. His eyes darted around to various timers that were strewn in some methodical madness, his hands keeping steadily keeping ahead of the ticking. Soon he was plating various dishes; slabs of meat with mashed potatoes and seasonal vegetables, various pastas, hot sandwiches with fries, and it just didn't end. That was the life a chef in a mage guild and for that matter, the sole chef for that matter. Also, the lone server. Budget restraints and what not.
The kitchen door slammed against the wall by a lone foot and out came the Zenith with his greasy, food covered apron, hair net, sweaty t-shirt, and black slacks. "Order up!" He came out balancing trays of food on the very tip of his fingers, rushing to table to table handing out orders the same way an overworked restaurant worker would during a lunch rush. It would've been so much easier if he took over some octopus monster and used its extra arms to help carry these trays, but alas he was stuck with his two very human arms as he served guests and guild mage alike. At the very least, he could see that people enjoyed his food so that was a reward in it of itself. Well, that and the money was good too. It was hard, but it was worth it if he could offer solid support for Akemi.
Money or not, this was exhausting. Zenith slumped over the bar counter chugging down a liter of water from a bottle. "God, at the very least Jenna could hire some more servers..." He muttered to himself. His eyes trailed along the guild hall, people watching out of sheer boredom. However, his focus shifted towards someone walking through the entrance to the guild. A very raggedy woman, someone that looked like the living definition of being down on her luck though he didn't recognize her. It was not like he knew everyone in town though. After all, he had only arrived with Akemi not too long ago, but he definitely would've remembered seeing a homeless pink haired woman around these parts.
Zenith walked over to her and flashed her his typical friendly outgoing smile. "That would be our guild master Jenna. She's probably available." His eyes scanned her while they conversed. Damn, this girl must've been really slumming it. The heck happened to her?
"Are you o-?" Before he could ask, the doors swung open and more pink, much louder pink, barged on in. Also, why did the air suddenly taste very sweet?
He just stared at the man that smelled like cotton candy as if he had worms, or in his case, gummy worms crawling out of his ears though he shook his head to zone back in. Zenith tilted his head back and shouted, "Hey Jenna! We've got a couple more recruits! I'm gonna get a meal started for one of them!"
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