Markus 'Mark' Novolos
Viridian Forest
TSUNAMI the WARTORTLE (16/16); TYPHOON the BAGON (5/5); TORNADO the FEAROW (20/20); TIDAL the AZURILL (5/5)
Points: 1 + 21 (22)
Items: Poke Balls x 8, Potions x 2

Markus'es dreams just kept getting more surreal. And more of an indicator that this wasn't going to end well.

He was in the dingiest room ever, with no doors nor windows and barely any light but a crack in the ceiling. He himself took the form of some kind of black Pokemon-definitely was not a human. However, his form seemed irrelevant compared to the only other man here. AT the far side of a long table, sitting opposite him, was a man in a white suit, wearing a plastic mask of some unfamiliar Pokemon...White, and that of a bird, but he had this weird red...thing, hanging down his chin, as well as a red...Uh, mohawk? Kind of like a mohawk, but not. The rest of the seats of this very large table were taken up by, well, corpses. Some were merely skeletons, some were almost pristine if not for the fact that they were unmoving, but they were all dead except him and the mask guy, and they were all Pokemon, a lot of which he hasn't seen before.

"Why do you keep coming back here? At least you didn't bring more guests." THe mask man said. He quickly doubted it was a man of any kind, though, as the mask moved, and even had small teeth in it, made apparent while it talked, like it was his actual face-yet there weren't any eyes. Merely holes, like a mask should, and he couldn't see within.

"Uhh...What?!" Markus said. It was as if he knew this guy, but he coudln't put his head on who he was. He wasn't running into the hole-in-his-head issue again, either: This was genuine not knowing.

"Are you starting to play dumb now? Is this what it's come to?" Birdman said. "Or have you just forgotten? It's been a long time, but you're usually good about remembering our meetings."

"'Our Meetings?' Who are you?" Markus asked.

"I'm the one asking the questions here, may I remind you..." He said. He then paused, as if realizing something. "...Actually, let's take this from the top. First question from me: Who are you, and what are you?"

"...Markus Novolos, son of Seth and Iris Novolos and nephew of Sabrina Novolos. Only Sabrina's alive-Seth and Iris were killed by Avalon, who also nearly killed me. I'm rich as hell. I grew up and lived all of my life on Cinnabar island. I'm journeying with five others. Saw a friend killed at the age of three via cogworks and nearly got killed by a Porygon at the age of five. Age of seven is when the murders happened. Nearly got killed by Beedril swarm yesterday. That's it." Markus said.

Silence, for a second.

"Ah. Forgive me, it's very rare I mix people up, but you and he look terribly similar and you have the same...Ah, Address, shall we call it. But as for your answer...If that's what you really think, then tell me, why do you look the way you do?" Birdman said. "Certainly looks even less human than I do."

Markus inspected himself. He was humanOID, but not truly HUMAN-in particular, he could tell that fur stretched well beyond his actual arms, down to the floor, he had a tail, he had some really long whiskers, and felt considerably stronger...More agile...He just felt really good, actually! Top of the world, even. It was all the same weird surrealness that surrounded dreams, of course, but it felt like the Beedril attack never happened. Of course, his dreams were always vivid. He never felt like he had colds when he dreamed unless he dreamed of having a cold, and that wasn't mutually inclusive with having a cold in the real world.

"It's just a dream-this doesn't reflect the real world." Markus said.

"Is it a dream? Or rather, is that it may be a dream even matter?" Birdman said.

Markus remained silent for a while. "What, do you know about the other dreams, recently?"

"I said I'll ask the questions. But on that note, what do you think your most recent dream means?" Birdman said.

"I'll be seeing him more. The Monster, Avalon." Markus said.

"Ah, yes, Avalon..." The birdman said. That name looked like it sounded very familiar to him. "...Enough questions for now. I planned for HIM, but I got YOU instead. However, I will give you a couple of, shall we say, consolation facts. First off: I DO know about your journey, and I can say with certainty that it's doomed to catastrophic failure. Second off: that's not the worst part, the worst part is that your catastrophic failure is actually the BEST ending possible, anything else will just end...Abruptly. Third, you won't even know how the dominoes will topple until the very end. Foruth, I know what you're thinking, and let me assure you that nothing you could ever call me could actually fit a moniker at all. Finally, we will almost definitely be meeting again, until my usual client for these sessions returns. Try not to bring in a bigger mess next time?"

Markus woke up very disturbed. Birdman-and screw his say on the matter that was what he was calling him-was extremely disturbing. It was morning and all was bright and calm and-WHATTHEFREAKBIRDMANWASTHERE

"Oh, yeah, sorry about this." Birdman said. He calmly pulled a massive shotgun out of hyperspace and blew Markus to giblets in a shot.

Markus woke up screaming again, legitimately terrified, but mercifully in one piece. Birdman was not in the room, and no shotguns to the face greeted him.

"F***, that was utterly f****** terrifying." Markus said. But it looked to be morning at last. At least he slept at all...