[RP] Hoenn Enigma - Seeds of Secrets

[Neo Emolga]

Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
???

I couldn't see a darn thing. I didn't even know if I was still in the same room, if Sonya was still with me, or if something had happened to her also.

"Hey, what's the big idea!?" I called out, unable to see anything.

"I've been watching you for a while, Jonathan. You're a cheater, and you're helping all the others cheat. And I really don't like cheaters."

"Newsflash, pal, we don't like being stuck down here for months!" I shouted into the darkness, wondering who or what I was even talking to. "What's the point of keeping us trapped in here, huh?"

"Oh, it's not a trap at all. It's a new world of wonder, surprise, and enchantment. When I first made it, it was empty, unexplored, and unappreciated. I wanted to populate it with those that wanted to go deeper and truly embrace the heart of my masterpiece. When you saw those stairs, you decided to descend deeper. If you didn't want that, Jonathan, all you had to do was turn around."

"I didn't know it would lead to this!" I shouted back into the darkness. "How was anyone supposed to know!?"

Okay, yeah, I made a stupid mistake back then. I thought it was a bonus area with extra prizes to be won. If someone told me this was going to be the result of going down there, I never would have done it.

"Jonathan, you cannot continue to undermine the whole purpose of the Trick World. Once you accept that this is your new home like many others already have, you will be at ease. But if you continue to dissect my Trick World like you have been doing, there will be dire consequences."

Yeah right, there was no way I was just going to sit here and just accept this loony zoo as my new home.

"La, la, la, I can't hear you!" I shouted to the darkness, mocking the Trick Master. "Do your worst, chump, I'm just getting started!"

Nothing to lose now...

[Chakramaster]

Brian Evans - Currently: ???
Location: ???

"urrrggggghhhhhh.....where...am I?" I saw aloud as I try to get up and move around. Finding it harder than ever to even move a single muscle. Darkness surrounds me. I can't even see a single thing where I currently am. Again I try to move around, but to no avail.

"Alright Brain, think. Last I remember I was falling and....wait...where's Eevee? Eevee!" I call out to her. Hoping that maybe she was nearby and I just couldn't see her. Because it's way to dark for me to see anything here. Nothing. All I can hear right now is nothing. I can barely even make out my own voice.

"Ok, this is really weird. I can't move, I can barely hear anything, let alone my own voice, and it's pitch black in here. What's going on here?"

Suddenly though I can hear something. It was almost as if my hearing was getting better...or coming back to me. Rustling sounds of rubble fall to the ground as slowly things start to get a little brighter.

"-on't ry...I'll get you..t...no time!" I hear the faint sound of a female voice say."

Who could that be I wondered. Still my as sounds started getting louder and the light getting slightly brighter...I just couldn't for the life of me feel any part of my body. Whatever happened...it can't be good, but....at least I'm still alive, right?

Finally, a hole breaks open in the darkness. As if light finally broke through a wall of darkness. Piercing it light a blade of blinding light as it hit me.

"OK, just one more time! Brace yourself Brian! Haaaa!" the female shouts.

With one last blast, the darkness finally lifts and the blinding light fills around me. Finally, my vision....I could see again, though it's very hazy.

"Oh no, Brian! Is....is that really....you?"

"Y-yeah, of course it's me, but...how...how do you know my name? Just...how are you? You sound somehow...familiar." I question as my vision is still way too blurry to make out anything. I try to shake it off, suddenly, I see a figure get closer to me at about face level. A brown figure walking up to me on all fours. As it reaches me, my vision begins to clear, revealing....

"E-Eevee? You....I......I can understand you? What's...going on here?" I say in an almost panicked tone

"Oh Brian no! I...I never meant for this to happen! I'm so sorry!" Eevee says to me with tears beginning to brim from her eyes. I'll explain it to you since I knocked you out. I was just worried you'd get hurt by one of those Venonat that ended up following us and falling with us. So it tried attacking you while we were falling! I pushed you out of the way and...and!

She ends up leaning against me. Now, I could feel my body again. I felt somehow...different, but what happened. I begin to look myself over as Eevee leaned in on me sobbing.

Surely enough, the reason why I could now understand Eevee begin to make sense. I was much smaller now. I had grown fur, brown and tanish, my hands and feet had become paws, I had become what looked like a Pokemon.

"S-so Eevee? I'm...a Pokemon now?" I question her.

she looks up to me sniffling

"Yup, because I knocked you into something that flooded over you and that Venonat. You became a Furret! I'm so sorry Brian!" she said as again she leaned into me beginning to tear up again.

I sigh as I try to begin moving to get up, but I'm finding this to be a little more difficult than I thought. I get to four legs...err paws, but they won't stop shaking. I stumble back down onto my belly as I lose balance.

"Ugh, this is...gonna take some getting used to." I say as I chuckle

[Noblejanobii]

Sloane Jackson-Human
Beach-->Fountain Room

Sloane sat up and took inventory of all she had. Everything seemed to be in place. She scanned the beach to see what might be of present danger to her. Immediately, large pink flowers stuck out to her. Something nagged Sloane about them and it took her a minute to realize why. There was a strange pollen dripping from them. Sloane took the bandanna tied around her head and wrapped it around her nose and mouth. That might be a solution depending on how the pollen acted. Sloane continued her scan of the area and noticed a large patch of fungus far down the beach. She made a mental note to stay away from that. With two paths of escape not ideal, Sloane looked the other way. It appeared to be endless beach. Sloane didn't like the look of that either but it was what it was.

Sloane stood up and shouldered her bag. She made sure everything was in place and all her Pokemon returned before she trekked on. Sloane walked for what seemed like a long time without making any progress. It was like she was moving on a treadmill. Sloane grew frustrated but when she tried to turn around, she realized she couldn't. Sloane realized, to her horror, her body was stuck in this walking loop. Sloane began to look around for someone to help and noticed something in the distance towards the fungus patch. She about called out to them when suddenly she wasn't on the beach anymore. She was in a room with many fountains.

"Huh." Sloane looked around and took a step back but she was still in the fountain room. Had she just… glitched or something? Who knows with this place. Sloane sighed and began to walk through the room when suddenly the lighting went dark. Little known fact about Sloane, despite being a dark type specialist, the child was very much terrified of being alone in the dark. So having the light suddenly shut off in front of her eyes with no Pokemon here to comfort her only brought on the most understandable of reacts. Sloane let out an ear-splitting scream.

[Neo Emolga]

Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
Fountain Room, Collapsing
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

Apparently I pissed the Trick Master off. Pretty badly. In the dark, I suddenly heard an ear-splitting scream and for a moment, I thought that voiced sounded familiar. It wasn't Sonya, though.

The lights suddenly flickered, bathing the entire room in creepy, strobe-light flashes, almost like something out of a horror movie. I then realized who screamed. Sloane. Holy crap, she managed to meet up with us again!

"Sloane!" I called out to her. "Oh, hope you're alright. If you're wondering what's going on, it's-"

"The Trick Master caught on to Jonathan's plan," Sonya interrupted me, looking bewildered at the flickering lights. "He must have some kind of... god-like power down here."

"Not only that, but..."

I then noticed a piece of the room suddenly broke away and looked like it drifted into some kind of void in space. Then, another piece broke off, followed by another. In only a few seconds, another large chunk of the room broke off, taking the yellow fountain with it.

"Like this better, Jonathan? Well, do you!?"

"No..." I muttered, watching the room fall apart.

And as more chunks broke off and were sucked into oblivion, I didn't want to see what would happen if we just sat around and waited to get sucked into there as well.

"Let's get out of here!" I shouted to Sonya and Sloane, sliding toward the door as fast as these leaves could carry me without flopping over.

I ran for the door and grabbed it, seeing the Upside-down Pool Hall. Only now, it was crumbling into dust. Yeah, that was not going to work. I slammed it shut and reopened it to reveal the Candy Store, only this time it was now slathered in black, boiling ooze that was rapidly consuming the existence of the entire room. No, no, damn, this was not good. I tried one last time, only to find the Rainbow Slide, breaking down like broken glass and shattering into pieces.

"Oh great, we're screwed!" Sonya screamed, quickly noticing the whole Trick House was collapsing.

Meanwhile, the Fountain Room was still falling apart. I estimated that in only three minutes, we were going to run out of room to stand on.

"Thanks to you, Jonathan, I have to erase everything and start over. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you never to try something like this again! Oh, and Jonathan, I'll just have to make an example of you."

"No way!" I shouted. "You're not human! No human has this kind of power!"

But then the question was, what did?

[Eri]

Joarro Louis Jozander
Grassland and Giant Beanstalk
Affected RPers: None

Last time

Joarro and his partner Scyther stumbled upon a house to rest from their long journey. It wasn't long until they were split up and for Joarro to realize he was now part of the game- The Trick House. Imprisoned, Joarro like many before him have no choice but to journey through many of the strange rooms to find their way out. From a wall of faces, to transforming into a creature Joarro has truly become a victim of the trick house. We now find him upon a new setting unknown to him after a very long free fall.


The Bizarre Adventure of Joarro Jozandar

Season 2 Chapter 1: A Fall To Mighty

I would have never imagine that we all would have been free falling for A MONTH!!!! I look around to take notice of the wide open grassland. Nothing seems to be strange.

"Hey everyone look isn't that a--" Yelled one of the other creatures.

I look over in the pointed direction. As my jaw drops we all yell simultaneously

"A Giant Bean Stalk!?"

[Noblejanobii]

Sloane Jackson-Human
Location: Fountain Room, Collapsing
Affected RP'ers: @Neo Emolga

Sloane's eyes burned when the lights began to flicker and her screamed died out as relief filled her for the light. Then a familiar voice called out to her and she spotted a Bellossom and Sunflora nearby. She frowned as the Bellossom addressed her by name, since she was sure they had not met before until the Sunflora referred to him as Jonathan. Then it dawned on her. The Cinccino plush! That means the Sunflora had to be Sonya. Before Sloane could address either however, the room began to break apart around Sloane.

Sloane dashed across the room to Jonathan and Sonya, freaking out at the Trick Master's voice echoed throughout the room. Jonathan seemed to have a plan but it all fell apart when all the rooms seemed to be resetting. Sloane could only imagine what was going on all throughout the house right now. She began to shake in a mixture of terror and anger, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a snarl.

"You leave us alone!" she snapped. "We've been subject to your games, your torture, and everything else! We just want to survive without too much pain but that's all that you want to bring! What is this to you? Is it some sort of game? Because it's sure as heck not a game to me! I'm literally starving myself right now to ensure that I stay the way I am for as long as possible because I don't want to possibly lose my human form forever! I've already lost one Pokemon today and I have no idea where she is! Do you care what our lives outside of this place might have been like? I have a boyfriend who is probably worried sick about me because I'm not answering his texts or calls because I can't get them here! These people have families and jobs and friends, people that will notice their absences! You're stripping people away for who knows how long because it's fun to you? If that's true, then you're just… just… just a monster inside a human shell!" Sloane breathes heavily as sweat beaded down her face and her hands curled into fists. She looked at the Bellossom.

"I got in here by walking through a space rift. The path to there is already gone but maybe we can find another one. Worse case, I've got a Noivern that can carry us for a while. Just tell me what the plan is quick, I'm done playing by the rules."

Dylan Thomas- Wind up Togetic->Wigglytuff Gijinka
Location: Apple Orchard

Dylan sighed as he felt his stomach growl. He had ignored it all day, but it was time to face the facts. Dylan and his team began to scan the trees for something that didn't look too bad to eat. It was then that Dylan spotted an interesting figure. A man was currently munching on berries and… floating in the air? He was wearing almost no clothes, save some baggy pants. He had blue hair and a red gem on his forehead. His eyes were traced with gold and the same gold decorated his chest in patterns. He had several bangles and bracelets on both arms, and even two on each ankle. The two anklets were connected by a red jewel. His left ear was pierced with a gold stud in it. His eyes were currently closed but when they opened just briefly, Dylan saw the gold theme continued, his irises being a matching gold. His skin was decently tanned, like he spent a lot of time in the sun. Yet, he was clean, as if he were from a wealthy family.

"Excuse me!" Dylan called out after his Gardevoir had wound up his key. "Is what you're eating safe to eat?" The man opened his eyes again and looked down at the berries in his hands. He paused in thought before nodding.

"Other than giving me this appearance, I would say so. But this is the first thing I've eaten since I arrived." The man held out one of the berries to Dylan. Dylan immediately munched down on the berries. A large cloud puffed up around Dylan and when it faded, Dylan was the closest to human he had been since he had arrived.

Dylan didn't really mind his new appearance. Dylan had on a white shirt with pink pants and pink shoes. His hair was short and Dylan was going to guess probably pink. His skin was also pink and white. The most amusing of it all was the long ears on top of his head that gave away what Pokemon he was, Wigglytuff.

"Oh, Wigglytuff. Interesting." The man finished off another berry then pulled out a knife from his belt. He carved into the berry tree "Makes you half human, half Pokemon." Dylan raised his eyebrows but before he could ask, the man answered, "I saw someone else doing something similar, figured I'd continue the trend. And no, I don't know what Pokemon I am. I'm guessing it's a psychic type though. My siblings call me Azlan. What's your name?" Dylan held out his hand to shake.

"Dylan. Nice to meet you, Azlan." Azlan took Dylan's hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you too."

Suddenly the ground began to shake and there was a loud crash from afar. Dylan stiffened when he heard a familiar scream and began to look around, but it was gone before he could pinpoint the source.

"Sloane," he whispered, "that's her scream. I knew that was her I saw earlier! Oh man! She's trapped in here too? Oh gosh! How long have I been stuck here? Long enough for her to come after me! Gah!"

"Um, Dylan, we've got bigger problems!" Dylan looked over to where Azlan was pointing. The land seemed to be… disintegrating? Dylan immediately realized he soon wouldn't be standing on anything and quickly returned all his Pokemon except Melody to their pokeballs. Stuffing all the pokeballs into his bag and securing it shut, Dylan strapped it tightly onto himself. He mounted Melody and looked at Azlan.

"You can fly right?"

"Float probably fits it better, but yes!"

"Then follow me!"

Melody and Azlan quickly shot off into the sky, flying straight upward. Dodging the falling debris from the floor above, the three burst into the food court. Azlan began to slow but sped back up when he realized Dylan hadn't slowed Melody.

"Melody! Use aura sphere on the ceiling!" Dylan commanded. The place seemed to be falling apart and he wasn't about to be trapped inside when that happened. Hopefully up was the way out, and he was about to find out. Melody released three rapid fire aura spheres at the ceiling, smoke erupting at Dylan waited to see what the end result was.

[Neo Emolga]

Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
Fountain Room, Collapsing
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

Somehow, Sloane got in here by a space rift. I wasn't sure how she pulled that off, but considering this place, heck, anything could have triggered it. When she suggested using her Noivern to carry us at least long enough to find some possible escape route. But at the current moment, I really didn't have a plan.

As pissed off as she was right now, the Trick Master really didn't seem to care. What she said was right though, this guy went from being eccentric to just being an all-out sadist. Still, that wasn't stopping the entire room from completely falling apart. Half of the room had collapsed into space and the other rooms were definitely no longer an option.

"We've got to do something!" Sonya screamed. "We can't even see this guy, and yet he's able to do all this!"

"Should have thought about that before you decided to be disobedient. There is no escape from here. Only subjection.

"You're a monster!" Sonya screamed. "Who sets a trap like this for unsuspecting Trainers, huh!? We never asked for this!"

But that didn't stop the room from collapsing. I could feel like my Bellossom body was starting to get sucked into the void and I really had nothing to hang onto. The other rooms weren't an option either, and they too seemed to be collapsing and falling apart in different ways.

"Just let us go home!" I shouted out, thinking this maniac was gaining nothing out of any of this. "We never wanted any trouble!"

And now there wasn't much left, and still no responses. And then, suddenly, there was only pitch blackness as the lights permanently went out. I couldn't see anything, but I could still feel the room shaking and I could still hear the crumbling of the room falling apart. I wasn't sure how much of the fountain room was left, but there was nothing we could do.

"No, please... NOO!!!" Sonya screamed.

I heard her voice being carried away, and I quickly sprang into action to try and save her, even though I couldn't see her. I tried to reach out for her voice, but in doing so, the piece of the floor I was standing on suddenly broke off and I was sucked into the darkness.

"Sonya, hang on!"

There was only one last solution to this...

"Whatever happens, it needs to be destroyed!" I shouted as my last words to Sloane and Sonya.

There was only a loud crunching noise and the noise of what sounded like a giant vacuum. And then there was nothing.

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Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii @Chakramaster @Eri @Morzone (Everyone)

Everything within the Trick House has collapsed, fallen apart, or has been violently erased while you were in it. Now, everything has been rendered into a more nightmarish version of the previous Trick House.

You reawaken only to find yourself somewhere darker, totally changed into something you no longer recognize.

The bizarre world you have been in is now a much darker place...

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Jonathan Bradshaw - Zombie
Detention Block C, Raided Prison
Affected RPers: N/A

I woke up feeling like all hell had broken loose. Everything hurt and ached. When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred, and all I saw were concrete walls, filthy floors, bodies, and destroyed prison cells. I almost didn't remember anything, as if everything I had just gone through was nothing more than some kind of dream.

My mind was scrambled, twisted, and disoriented, but then fragments of memories came back to me. Sonya. Sloane. The Trick House. I didn't remember how it all ended though, but there was that one last piece of memory.

It all has to be destroyed. However possible.

I tried to get to my knees, but when I saw my arms, I was definitely not the hula dancer flower Pokémon anymore. My hands... my arms, now human, but decaying, fetid, and horrendous. Parts of flesh had even fallen off while massive gashes and tears were all over my skin and clothing. What the hell had injured me so badly!?

And then I realized... these weren't just grave injuries. I was... undead. No, this couldn't be happening!

"SSssssoonnnyaaa..." I moaned, trying to call out to her, only to let loose a horrible, zombie mutter.

There was no sign of her anywhere. Just one thing became very clear. I needed to get out of this place...

...and destroy it somehow.

[Noblejanobii]

Sloane Jackson- Human
Fountain Room, Collapsing

Nothing was working! Nothing was working! Sloane felt her chest seize up as the lights went up and suddenly her balance wasn't so stable. The whole room was falling apart but she couldn't see a thing!

Sloane heard Sonya and then Jonathan be carried away. Sloane backed up against the wall and pulled out her walking stick. She stabbed it into the wall and held onto it, refusing to let go. The sucking grew harder and harder, but Sloane grit her teeth. She wasn't going to give in! This place had to be destroyed! Then pain exploded in Sloane's left knee. There was a loud crack and Sloane cried out in pain. She recognized the feeling. It had been dislocated again. Then the wall took the opportunity to disintegrate. Sloane, still clutching her walking stick, fell into the darkness, whispering every prayer she had ever been taught.

Dylan Thomas- Wigglytuff Gijinka
Food Court

"Keep going, Melody!" One after another the aura spheres collided with the ceiling. It crumbled away and after a bit, light seemed to come through.

"We might be getting somewhere!" Azlan said, floating next to Dylan. The boys exchanged high fives, but their celebration was too soon. The floor of the food court soon broke away and was replaced with a dark void, similar in structure to a black hole. Azlan was the first to feel the gravity. He began to try to float against it, but he was descending anyway. "Dylan! Help!" he cried out. Dylan reached down and grabbed hold of Azlan.

"I've got you!" he yelled, but then the walls and ceilings broke away too and the gravity increased to full magnitude. Melody let out a cry in pain and Dylan knew what he had to do. "Azlan, I'm going to return Melody to her pokeball. Whatever you do, don't let go of me." Azlan's eyes were filled with terror but he gave a confident nod. Dylan unclipped the only pokeball from his belt and returned Melody to her pokeball. Immediately both Azlan and Dylan were sucked into the ceiling.

Fox Oleander- Mermaid
Small Pond

The earth began to shake and rumble. Debris was raining down from the darkness above. Fox could feel the water level dropping in the lake. Something was sucking it all away!

"No! No! No!" Fox began to cough as water no longer coated her gills. She placed the twig back on the shore just in time to see Hemlock be crushed by a large piece of debris. "HEMLOCK!" Fox screamed. There was a loud crash above her. Fox looked up just in time to see her own fate look her in the eyes, as a large rock crushed the entire pond, with her in it.

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Sloane Jackson- Injured Human
Medical Tent- Abandoned War Zone

Pain. It was all Sloane felt. It lingered in her every thought, memory, and nerve. It was currently clinging to every part of her body, but especially her knee. Oh it hurt so much!

"Ngh…" Sloane grunted and lifted her hand to her eye. She rubbed her eyes and started to open them, but it was too bright. "Ah! Too bright!" She flopped her hand over her eyes, then tensed when she heard a shuffling nearby.

"Oh, you're awake!" Sloane recognized the voice, but she couldn't place from where. "Here, hang on. I'm going to move your hand." Sloane felt her hand get removed from her face and was replaced with a moist cloth. "That should help some, if you want to open your eyes, but I wouldn't suggest moving too much yet. Your body is still recovering."

"Recovering?" Sloane replied in a hoarse voice as she cracked open her eyes.

"Yeah. Sorry, I found you a little while ago and brought you back here to treat you. Other than some cuts and bruises, there wasn't much to treat. But your left knee was swollen pretty badly. It was dislocated so I popped it back into place. I've wrapped it in a makeshift brace for now. Thankfully, you had a walking stick with you. Not the first time something like this has happened to you is it?"

"No. Several years ago I dislocated my knee. Fell out of a tree chasing a quilava," she explained.

"That's too bad. Well, it happens. I'm sorry I couldn't do more, but my medical studies aren't the best. Hopefully it's enough for you to forgive me for what happened earlier though."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh… you must not recognize my voice. And you definitely wouldn't recognize my appearance. Um… don't be mad… please… but uh... remember the giant Flygon guy that dropped you into a Hoopa ring? That was me."

Sloane hesitated to reply. That's why she had recognized this guy! This was Shiloh, if she memory served. But, he didn't seem proud of that fact. In fact, Shiloh sounded fairly apologetic and upset over what he had done. Sloane could tell he was trying to make up for his actions. But she couldn't blame him. Although she had been mad at the time, Sloane knew now that it was quite easy to succumb to the Trick House's madness. Shiloh had done just that. There was no fault in that.

"I don't blame you. Don't apologize," she replied. "You were just doing what you had to do to survive the Trick House. I get it. Don't blame yourself for something like that. Thank you for treating me though. I've got no human medical training so I'd have been done for without your help." Sloane lifted the cloth off her eyes a little. "So you can't be all bad if you did that for me." Her eyes adjusted and Sloane caught sight of Shiloh. He appeared somewhat human except for several features were not so.

Shiloh was dressed in Saudi Arabian attire, akin to that of a genie. In fact, that's probably what he was, or at least, the demonic form of it. He had large teeth, four in total, coming out of the top and bottom of his mouth. He had no legs, instead he had one singular brown tail. In addition, Shiloh only had one brown eye. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but otherwise he was bald. His skin was tanned, like a natural born Middle eastern. He was wearing several golden bands on his arms and had on a brown cloak to cover his upper body.

"Say, Shiloh?" Shiloh glanced up at Sloane and gave a nod in acknowledgement. "Where's the boy that was with you? I think you said his name was Patty." That was obviously the wrong question ask. Immediately tears welled in Shiloh's eye and the poor boy let out a weak sob as he tried to keep himself from crying.

"I don't know," Shiloh mumbled out. "I've been searching for him since I woke up, but I can't find Patty anywhere! He could be hurt, dead, or who knows what!" Shiloh then dissolved into blubbering sobs. Sloane shifted, pain shooting through her body as she did. Ignoring it, Sloane moved over to Shiloh and rubbed his back, allowing the genie demon man to cry. She understood the feeling. Sloane felt the same about Dylan. She didn't know where he was, if he was okay, or if he was even alive. All the same questions Shiloh had for Patty.

"Hey, Shiloh, I understand. I've got a boyfriend too, and even though I don't think he's in the Trick House, I still have the same questions about him too. But he's obviously in a lot less crappy of a situation than us. But here, I'll strike you a deal. When I'm able to somewhat walk and stuff, we'll leave and search for Patty together. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him. Sound okay?" Shiloh sniffled but he gave me a smile in return.

"Sounds okay to me."

Dylan Thomas- Lotus Eater
Island of the Lotus Eaters

"Hey man! Come on! Snap out of it! We need to go!"

Why did we need to go? This place was nice. Dylan didn't ever want to leave. Here he could relax and enjoy himself without a worry in the world. Dylan just smiled and brushed Azlan's hand off him.

"No, I'll stay here. Come on, man. Have a flower. They taste wicked good."

"Since when do you say wicked!" Azlan slapped the flower out of Dylan's hand and shook the man. "Snap out of it! You've changed into a Lotus Eater! I, for whatever reason, didn't change at all, but that isn't relevant! We need to go!"

Dylan managed to remove himself from Azlan's grip and was wondering off again, much to Azlan's great annoyance. Azlan had all of Dylan's stuff, all the pokeballs, and everything. All of Dylan's Pokemon were fine, much to Azlan's relief. But Dylan… oh man. Azlan scanned the island. Since the reset, a bunch of people had gotten trapped here. Azlan had heard the myth of such a place and refused to eat anything, but Dylan hadn't been so lucky since he had actually turned into one of the inhabitants.

"Argh! What do I do? I gotta snap Dylan out of this! We need to get out of here!"

Fox Oleander-Egyptian Slave
The Great Pyramids

Fox heard a crack from behind her and saw one of her fellow slaves collapse to the ground. They hadn't kept up with the pace. Too bad. Fox didn't break pace as she poured more clay and mud into a mold then set it out for someone else. She wasn't sure how long she had been like this. Fox had woken up like this after all. But she had quickly realized the situation.

Fox was an Egyptian slave, dressed like it and probably her appearance matched it as well. In addition, Hemlock was nowhere around that she could tell. Her heart pretty much broke at that realization. She could only hope that the Roserade was okay and that they'd reunite soon. She'd kill if it meant getting Hemlock back. But right now, Fox couldn't risk it. Too many guards around and she was chained to a wall, she wouldn't make it five steps before she was dead. And since this place had just been reset, she didn't want to be the first to test the possible new properties of the place.

[Neo Emolga]

Jonathan Bradshaw - Zombie
Detention Block C, Raided Prison
Affected RPers: N/A

I could do nothing like this. Even after I had gotten to what was left of my withered feet, I had to shamble to get around. Everything around me was dead, but somehow, as soon as I began to move, some of the other bodies had stirred. It seemed like something out of a nightmare, and truth be told, it was. It was all part of the sick system devised by the Trick Master. Regardless, the other bodies soon began to arise, forming a horde of flesh-craving undead.

I didn't know what happened to Sloane or Sonya. Maybe it was better they didn't see me like this. Wherever they were right now, I could only hope it wasn't nearly as bad as this.

And then, gunshots. A flash of fire down the hallway. The horde stirred, and they could tell someone living was down the cellblock hallway. As if on impulse, we were suddenly charged with a feral-like desire and hunger. We began to shamble our way toward the noise.

We saw them. An older bearded man wearing leather and a younger girl probably no older than thirteen wearing a tattered white dress. With them was a Flareon that had been trying to keep the zombie horde back with her fire attacks, but she looked like she had been at it for a while now. There was no telling how much longer she could keep up the fire before collapsing from exhaustion.

We just wanted to eat all of them...

Moans turned into voracious howls. I lost control of myself as the zombie horde charged toward the three of them trying only to survive and defend themselves from this nightmare. As we got closer, I could tell they were working purely off of adrenaline.

BANG!

The bearded man fired at the horde with his shotgun, and the slug ripped through the ranks of the undead one after another, burrowing holes and ripping out fetid limbs that had little to no purpose left to them. Two of the pack had collapsed, struggling to get back up again to join back in on the charge of dark hunger. I couldn't tell whether I was fortunate or unfortunate to have escaped from that shot. However, the unholy march continued as we raced down the hall to claim the flesh prizes at the end of it. It was as if absolutely nothing else mattered.

"Flareon, we need another Flamethrower on that pack!" the girl shouted in desperation. "Please!"

But the poor creature was already stripped of her energy, barely with enough adrenaline to keep moving. As the dark march drew us closer to the three, I could see in the creature's eyes that she was almost ready to give up and accept fate, however dark it would be.

BANG!

"Come on, damn it!" the man shouted.

Another slug ripped through the ranks. My left arm was ripped off when the slug tore through my shoulder, but even after no more than a second of recoil, I carried on, not caring about an injury that would have traumatized a normal human.

Using the last of her energy out of pure, selfless love for the survival of her owners, the Flareon unleashed what was probably the last Flamethrower she could possibly muster. Her open mouth spat forward a flaming torrent of consuming flames that enveloped and smothered the horde with flaming, biting fire that knew no mercy. All around me, I was suffocating as the flames caused every inch of my withered body to scream in a pain of hatred and agony. There was no air, and there was nothing to see. There was only fire, reducing us to nothing.

En masse, the horde fell. Some tried one hopeless last ditch effort to claim their prize while others flailed about frantically as the fire flushed out the last remainders of the life that shouldn't have been. The moans became howls, falling to the cold, concrete floor as the fire refused to stop even after the fiery purge had been complete.

I fell to my knees, screaming as the fire encircled my face and body. But I looked ahead, and saw the Flareon had collapsed from exhaustion, spending the last trickle of energy she had left to defend her owners. As I looked into the poor creature's tightly-shut eyes, only one thing came to my mind as the fire snuffed out the last seconds of undead life I had left...

...thank you.

[Noblejanobii]

Sloane Jackson- Injured Human
Medical Tent- Abandoned War Zone

Shiloh reached around Sloane as she laid back down and applied some ointment to her knee. Then he cleaned off his hands and handed her the bag she had been carrying.

"I believe this is yours," he commented, placing it beside her. Sloane sat up a little and nodded her thanks to Shiloh. She began to dig through it and found, with great relief, that everything was in order. She checked her pokégear and found the strangest thing. She had cell service.

"What the? How do I have cell service?" Shiloh's head snapped to attention and he scrambled to her side.

"Don't question it! Dial! Dial! DIAL!" Sloane didn't need to be told three times. She was already dialing the number for Officer Jenny. The phone rang three times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" a definitely not Officer Jenny voice said.

"Uh, yes, is this the Officer Jenny hotline?"

"Oh no it's not, sorry. This is the You thought you could escape me hotline!" There was a high pitched laughter on the other end. "You can only contact people within the Trick House. But be careful, it might have some bad consequences." Shiloh reacted before Sloane. He snatched the phone away from her and was sprayed with a pink liquid. Shiloh shrunk down into a black Pidgey with hands instead of wings. He ruffled his feathers and mumbled,

"Oh great." There was more laughing across the line then the call ended.

"Well it was worth a shot." Sloane began to scan through her phone. It did have a feature that said if someone was close by. If they were close maybe she could call them but be prepared for the possible consequence.