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 A Final Breath, [ starter ]
 Posted: Jan 31 2018, 09:51 AM


They were on their way to the closest village. Aisu was talking, discussing the way the chaos had struck this area- it was so interesting, really, how drastically different this town could be from theirs, yet being so close to each other-! Haruko was beside her, quiet as always, but his eyes were bright and attentive.

Time loops always felt strange, like they were occupying the space between “awake” and “asleep,” a haziness that left you questioning if it had really happened. Aisu had kept walking, asking hypothetically if the legendaries had specific or favored places- and realized with a start, turning back to see Haru far behind her. ”Haruko!” She called, Haru glancing up before jogging back to her side. Aisu gave him a critical look, as if making she he was fine before huffing and continuing forwards.

”So, the time loops are expanding to out here, as well,” Aisu murmured, making careful note of that. ”Which would mean either the legendaries moving… or have just expanded their focus, and area of effect.” Aisu frowned at her papers, stopping in place to puzzle over this. Haru paused with her, eyes scanning the landscape. ”The legends I have found say that particularly strong or strong-hearted trainers can speak to, and even influence legendary pokemon. So… whoever is going to stop all this will need to gain the power at least for any of the legendaries to give notice.” Which was going to be much easier said than done.... If any of it was even true.

Aisu pause, thoughtful, and wrote something else down. ”But with the world in such a state, it's certainly not going to be easy to do. The earth is shattering apart, and the time loops are expanding to out here, as well,” Aisu murmured, making careful note of that. ”Which would mean either the legendaries moving… or have just expanded their focus, and area of effect.” Aisu frowned at her papers, stopping in place to puzzle over this. Haru paused with her, bright blue eyes locked on her, a rather unhappy look on his face.

Aisu frowned at him, confused, then glanced back at her paper- ”Oh- Ugh!” She fought the urge to just crumple the paper, the mirrored lines of the same information, the repeated findings, the wasted time doing the same thing, twice-but instead took a breath, smoothing it out with her hand. ”It- this is fine,” She said, rather crossly as it all very much wasn’t. A flash of anger shot through her, and she stormed forwards, hearing Haru running to keep up behind her. They would go to this village, and find out what anyone knew- and they would start fixing all of this.

And it was black- the sky completely disregarding the time of day, the position of the sun, leaving only darkest night, without the gleam of stars or the barest sliver of moon. ”What-” Aisu felt Haru’s hand find hers. She shook off her fear, rummaging in her bag, and pulling out her PokeNav, fumbling with it until a weak beam of light cast out. ”There- See- It’s not a problem.” Aisu said, voice sounding moderately sure, with effort. They started forward again, slower than before, ensuring that the other stayed beside them.

The roar sounded distant, but still shook the earth, ground rumbling and shifting underneath them. ”This- this isn’t supposed to be happening here!” Aisu cried out, grabbing at her notes- there had never been any earthquakes in this area, only the withering of plants, shifting of space- and now time. There was no reason for this-

Another roar- but this one was right in front of them- Haru shoved her back, got in front of her. Aisu glanced up, trying to find whatever he was so frightened of- and found two bright red eyes. She had her PokeNav in her hand, still, she could just swing it upwards, see what they were up against. Her arm refused to move. ”Haru-” The ground shook.

The earth gave way.

Haru’s grip was tight on her arm, dragging her away- from the creature, from the void closing in on them both. Her PokeNav fell from her hand, bouncing once- twice- and shattering before falling into the blackness. Her papers spilled from her grip, fluttering away- ”No!” Aisu jerked back, a foolish attempt to save her notes- everything she had learned about the awful situation they were all in. She pulled free of Haru’s grip, and reached for her papers.

And fell.

Aisu grabbed at the newly-formed ledge, breath coming in ragged spurts- there was no way to tell how long this would hold! She had to pull herself up! She looked up to find Haru, catching sight of him just as more of the ground crumbled, and he fell. ”Haruko!” She screamed, but the sound was muffled by earth shattering, and her grip gave way.

 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 06:24 PM


Nearly the exact moment Aisuru's grip failed and she began to fall, something else unexpected occurred.

The world around her brightened, the air glowing with a light that seemed to not have a source. It was a golden light, warm in hue but not in temperature and, actually, unexpectedly, gave the air around her a crispness and stillness, a chilly goosebump-inducing sensation on her skin and a metallic tang on her tongue and throat and nostrils. From beneath her, saffron mist seemed to appear from out of nowhere, oozing out of the air itself, climbing and clinging purposefully to her body.

All this happened within a mere handful of seconds; then, a wind picked up, a hot wind in contrast to the brief metallic coolness, moistened by the mist that it picked up as it swirled around her. It pressed in on her, and yet not a hair on her head nor an inch of her clothing was blown about or even so much as mildly displaced by the gale. And yet, she'd feel its pressure, and then an intense sensation of dizziness and vertigo as suddenly a blinding light flashed and the wind increased to impossible speeds.

And then, there was nothing. The cessation all the sensations was likely as disorienting as the sensations themselves had been; but only a heartbeat after the flash of light, everything was gone.

As his vision returned to her, Aisuru would find herself standing on a small square of marble flooring, perhaps a few square feet in size. It was smooth and slightly glossy and a classic, but not too eye-catching, grey color. At each corner of the square marble platform, a pillar a touch over twice her height stood, beautifully and perfectly carved. To the left and to the right of her, walls that were identical to the floors stretched between the pillars. At her feet, settled onto the marble, was the same golden, glowing, shimmering mist from before. But above her, ahead of her, and behind her, there was nothing but untouched, deep, absolute blackness. An impenetrable void of nothingness.

you are safe,

A disembodied voice that seemed to come from the air itself spoke out, its tone heavy with near-palpable exhaustion. The air around Aisuru seemed to bend beneath the weight of the voice, and it felt as though time slowed while the voice was speaking. It was as if this odd reality- if it could be called a reality- surrounding the human was taking a deep, deliberate breath, inhaling and exhaling. If the woman was attuned to and aware of her new environment, the sensation of heavy eyelids and weary limbs would enter her and soak into her bones for a long moment. Then the sensation would pass, and time would seem to regain its normal speed and air would regain its normal weight.

And for a moment, just a brief moment that lasted no longer than two seconds, a flickering vision appeared, like a failing hologram. A horse-like quadruped, white, with golden hooves and something golden attached around its torso. Orange irises seemed to peer at her, or through her, from green sclera. But it was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind, as if it had never been.

At the same time the voice spoke and everything became heavy and exhausting, and during that brief second when the vision appeared, the mists began to roll out before and behind Aisuru, spreading out into the void. Anywhere the mist touched the blackness, ground and environment was formed- but what formed ahead of her and what formed behind her were two completely different scenes.

Immediately ahead of her was what appeared to be a fantastical, enchanting forest. Nearly everything about it bespoke mystery, discovery, purpose. The ground itself was smooth stone, bedrock, not a speck of dirt or dust nor any grass. And yet, despite its barrenness, grand oak trees grew forth from it, tall and old. Many of the branches had leaves, but many of the branches were bare. All of the branches were long and strong as they reached out toward one another and toward the void where the sky should have been. Here and there, long and thin strips of a cloth-like material hung from or were tied to the branches. The strips added a bit of color to the environment otherwise dominated by grays and browns; they came in white, black, blue, red.

The entire area was on a slight incline, as if it was a large, shallow hill. Up in the distance, on the horizon, there were a number of buildings that stood. They looked expansive and extravagant- mansions, perhaps, or something similar. Perfectly smooth wooden boards arranged in a gradual staircase created a path that wound gently up the hill, through the curious forest.

It would be a quiet journey beyond the sounds Aisuru herself made, allowing for as much introspection and inspection as the woman desired as she ascended the path, if she chose to do so. Bits of the golden mist clung here and there to the ground and the trees, providing enough light for Aisuru to see decently well.

Behind her, an entirely different and much less calm scene was formed by the mists.

The actual land itself appeared simple and unassuming. It was nothing more than wide plains with thickly growing grass trimmed short. However, there was no clear path through the wide expanse, and no clear destination to work towards. Additionally, if the human took a step onto the plains, she'd discover that it was not simply dirt beneath the grass, but several inches of thick, sticky mud that seemed non-newtonian in nature, similar to quicksand.

The mud was not the worst of it, however. A vicious storm was raging on this side of the human's marble platform, where she could stand safely and observe it. It was not a rainstorm but something more akin to a windstorm or a sandstorm, which was violently throwing around bits of the muddy earth, as well as what seemed to be minuscule shards of glass, which would cut at her skin in spite of the clothes she wore if she attempted to brave this area. The damage would be invisible to her; either the damage was microscopic, or it was nonexistent. Regardless, the pain she'd feel would be real, as if being shocked by static electricity constantly, or receiving hundreds of impossibly small paper cuts.

Less painful, but just as overwhelming, was the sound. It was like static on a television or radio when the signal was dead; but it didn't come from a single source or even from everywhere at once. It seemed to jump around- left, right, ahead, above, beneath- with no discernible pattern. Sometimes it was louder, closer; sometimes it was softer, farther. But it was ever present, bearing down on the human's senses.

If she chose this path, Aisuru would be forced to find her own way through, as the assaulted plains had no path nor variety nor landmarks for her to mark any progress by. At the very least, though, there was some light; caught up in the winds were bits of the glowing golden mists, just enough to dimly illuminate the environment.

choices must be made,

The voice came again, this time sounding more distant that before, and similarly the effects it had had before were much weaker. Aisuru would then be left to herself to investigate her options and make her first decision.


Welcome to the void between universes. Arceus will guide Aisuru through a series of diverging paths, with each path's environment symbolically representing a particular choice. In this first scenario, Arceus will see if Aisuru will choose the difficult path or the easy path, the challenge or the relief. If she chooses the difficult path, her starter Pokemon will be one that Arceus believes is opposite of Aisuru, one that will provide a challenge at every turn. If she chooses the easy path, her starter Pokemon will be one that Arceus believes is similar to Aisuru, one that will provide support and validation. After this choice, though, you won't get an explanation of what the paths, the choices, represent! Have fun!

 Posted: Feb 6 2018, 01:09 PM


No- No- No-

Not like this.

Time seemed to freeze, just for an instant, locking her vision to the dark skies above her, the earth crumbling just out of reach. She couldn’t see Haru, there was some thing up there, and she was falling- and likely going to die.

Everything started to glow, at the edges of her vision, earth lightening from clay to a golden-tan, then to a blinding white as everything went cold- so terribly cold, the taste of metal and copper in her mouth. So it was like this, then. She was done, and gone, and hadn’t managed to help anyone. And Haru-

Something curled around her, soaking into her clothes, tendrils creeping around her limbs, bringing with it the barest chill of sensation, the softest amber color in the haze of white that dominated her vision. She saw it, first, the mist curling and swirling away, before she felt the wind against her skin, warmer than she thought it would be. Aisu could only watch as the mist swirled around her, seeming to howl in her ears even as it seemed to pass almost through her, without affecting her in the slightest, aside from the warmth.

Aisu was caught, almost mystified by it, when it swirled to a torrent, screaming beyond her, her heart in her throat, stomach feeling like the entire world had been torn upside-down. Aisu gasped, despite herself, breathing in nothing with the ferocity of the air, face turning away, arms coming up as the world brightened again- not a soft white, but sharp-edged, far too much to keep her eyes on.

And then it was all gone- Nothing had faded, slowly ebbing away, but simply stopped, as quickly as a light being flicked off. Aisu took a breath, and slowly took another, lowering her arms from her face, and cautiously looking around. Her bootsteps echoed faintly on the flat tile- It was polished smooth, glossy, looking almost like something from her home. Aisu looked at the pillars, reaching out to one, as if to trace the carved designs- but something caught her eye- or was it nothing, the absense that went beyond simple blackness. The woman stood as close as she dared, looking out as if to see anything at all- but nothing revealed itself to her.

You are safe,

The noise was sudden, unexpected, and Aisu jerked backwards, towards the safety of the tile- the action feeling like it took the effort of clawing her way back up the cliff- and just as quickly, the weight of exhaustion faded. Rejuvenated- or at the very least not worn down- Aisu whirled, trying to find a source of the noise. ”Who’s there?!” She called, any trace of fear in her from the fall now long-gone. She glanced at the space a bit, frowning as she found nothing.

Until the light before her flickered, grainy like the tv in an awful storm- a massive thing before her. It was bright, almost radiant against the black expanse behind it, gold gleaming along it- or was it simply this mist, clinging to the creature as it had clung to her? But the eyes- bright and piercing, seeing her and yet seeing far beyond het, within her, through her- Aisu couldn't move, couldn’t breathe for the sheer weight of such a gaze. And then, like so much before, it was gone. Aisu blinked hard for a moment, breath suddenly quick- What had that thing been, what- She fought to commit it to memory, to remember everything she could about it-

But the image of the creature was that of a fading dream, and even as she knew she had to remember it, all trace of whatever it had been was gone, lost to the golden mist that swirled at her feet. Frustration and ineptitude clawed at her, and Aisu just stood there a moment, sucking breath in between her teeth. Something important had just happened- she knew it- and she couldn’t recall any aspect of it. This weighed on her immensely, for reasons she couldn’t encapsulate into thought or words.

Aisu rubbed at her eyes, anger in the gesture, looking to glare at the space where the something had been- and instead looking out over…. A forest. A forest of trees, sprouting from that crisp tile giving way to smoothed stone, seamless and solid as it curled up into a small knoll, the mist clinging to it easily. Trees sprouted from stone as easily as they should have from earth and dirt, grown massive and tall, stretching out to the blackness of the sky above her. Colored fabrics dangled from empty branches, swaying slightly as the mist touched them. There were manors behind them, grand and wondrous in their own right- but Aisu had eyes only for the forest before them, the smooth wooden stairs pressed so neatly into the bedrock. All the questions the woods offered.

Aisu straightened as she heard the sound- a popping, crackling, and turned to see a very different scene- One she could hardly make out for the fierce storm raging, painting everything in earth and sand. She stepped closer, picking out bits of grass on the ground- but unlike the other direction, there was no “goal” in sight, no line of houses to go towards. Just- just the grass, and the raging storm. Aisu blinked at the storm, the sheer violence of it, dirt and mud being hurled around indiscriminately. She reached out, as if in something of a trance- jerking back with a yelp, drawing her hand close, the other going up to cover her mouth. That- What had that been?! Her hand looked fine, and the storm didn’t appear to be doing anything that would have hurt like that-

Choices must be made.

She drew back, towards the middle of the tiled platform, glancing between her options. It was obvious which way she should go- a peaceful, beautiful path, versus a painful, terrible one? Aisu turned towards the forest path, looking over it again. It held so many questions! Decision made, Aisu walked forwards- and came to a stop as she noticed, finally, the manors in the distance. And they stopped her cold, not a warm or welcoming sight, not the homely feeling of a cottage or childhood house. The buildings were massive, dark despite their soft coloring, windows and trim creating sharp angles, foreboding shapes. And Aisu couldn’t bring herself to move forwards, to step towards the manors she knew all too well.

Aisu took a step backwards, still watching the manors as if wary they would move, before turning and walking instead for the sandstorm. Whatever this was- whatever lay beyond it- It would be the lesser of the evils. So she did not hesitate as she stepped into the storm, only ducking her head, arms coming up to cover her face as best she could. She faltered, her first few steps, sinking into the murk before moving quicker, finding more stability as she broke into a run. The pain started small enough, easy to ignore- but quickly spread into a full body pain, dulling her focus and ability to think about anything else. The noise scarcely even registered- when it was far. When it buzzed close, even that was nearly too much, seeming to intensify the winds, the pain, the way the very ground pulled at her if she didn’t move quickly enough.

Aisu quickly lost sight of how long she had been pushing herself, if she was even going away from the pedestal, or if she had gotten herself turned around. She had long lost the capacity to run, hours (minutes?) ago, and now could only trudge, mud caking her boots, pulling on her with more and more strength. She gasped for each breath, the pain now lacing dryly down her throat, hair strewn about her face from the force of the winds.

The earth caught, and she fumbled, collapsing to the ground- and with that came the real, tangible temptation to simply stop, to stop fighting the ground, the wind, all the things that fought against her. Aisu groaned, lowly, slowly working her muscles to move again- what would Haru say if she gave up now?

And that though was sharper than any piece of this glass-shard wind.


With a cry, she pushed herself up, wobbling where she stood before surging forward again, running against the storm despite how her muscles screamed. ”You! Tell me!” Aisu shouted into the wind, getting back nothing but a howl. ”Tell me you grabbed Haruko- Tell me he’s safe!” She wasn’t sure from what- because Haru was strong and capable, and not much could threaten him- but she needed to know that he was safe.

And if all it took to know that was to get through this- this- this little storm- Then she would do it.

 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 02:36 PM


The voice did not return to respond to Aisuru's shouted demands. For a long time, nothing at all happened, and Aisuru was left alone in the mud and the storm. After a number of long minutes had passed, however, something finally happened. A path appeared beneath her feet, and up ahead, it branched in three separate directions. It was barely visible through the blinding, stinging storm, but it was there, marked not by elevating Aisuru out of the thick, sticky mud, but by the fact that on the path, no grass grew. It was barely a path at all, but it was likely the best she would get in this area.

As she reached the fork in the so-called path, the storm seemed to abate somewhat, allowing her a reprieve and the ability to see just well enough to make a decision on which of the separate paths she would follow. Each path led into a distinct new area.

The branch of the path that curved sharply to the left seemed to abandon the physical chaos of the path that she had been following. There was no thick mud or grass; the ground was solid, but dusty and barren. Here, the path was marked out by the fact that the layer of dust, or ash, or whatever it was was piled on in thick inches everywhere but the path. The path here did not travel straight, but seemed to move in random curves and zigzags, taking her only generally in a vague direction to the left. If she scoffed at the path's lack of dedication to the direction it was moving in and tried to circumvent by traveling straight, the dust would rise from the ground, suffocating and blinding, forcing her to return to the path. Additionally, along this path, the static noise remained, as erratic as ever, jumping here and there, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, but constantly present.

The branch of the path that moved straight ahead seemed to dip downward, deeper into the quicksand-like mud that was so difficult to push through. She'd be nearly up to her knees in mud on this path, if she chose it. But at least she was leaving behind the sandstorm and the awful noise. Beyond the deep mud, there was nothing. The path was marked here not by anything beneath her feet, but in the way the mud was lighter where she was meant to walk, a sort of darkish tan color, while being a darker, deeper brown everywhere else, hinting that the mud was even deeper off the path.

The branch of the path that went off to the right was one that might have actually been pleasant, if it wasn't so extreme. Everything was bight, nearly to the point of being blinding, though the source the light came from was indeterminable. It was an unfortunate yellow-green color, making it invasive and irritating in both brightness and hue. Tall columns in a drab ecru hue and splotched here and there with something akin to lichen rose from the ground and extended impossibly high up, high enough that Aisuru wouldn't be able to see where they ended, even if the light hadn't seemed to be shining directly in her eyes no matter what angle she was standing at. The columns were about as wide around as Aisuru's arm span, and were all clustered close together with barely enough room for her to maneuver between them. The path wasn't so much marked in this direction as there was only one way that she could possibly proceed, given that the columns everywhere else were too close together for her to pass. Like the first path, this path did not move straight, but neither did it swing wildly back and forth as the first path had.

Aisuru was left along to make her decision, the voice from before not saying anything further.


 Posted: Feb 19 2018, 02:03 PM


Aisu let out a frustrated noise, but focused on moving forward, dragging herself forward through the mud and sand. It grated on her, leaving her nearly to the point of giving up in the rough earth when shapes started to appear before her. Aisu squinted at the structures coming through the sand, not entirely trusting her eyes. But, sure enough, as the storm lessened and calmed enough for her to see… everything remained. There were three paths ahead of her- Why, this creature did like paths, didn’t they?

She looked to the left-most, first. Certainly the lack of a storm was alluring, solid ground instead of mud and storms. A random path through dusty barrens. Aisu eyed it warily. She didn’t trust it- Not that she was keen to trust any of the paths before- or behind- her. What lurked in the thick dust and ash along that path? Something terrible, more than likely. She glared at it, even as she tried to catch her breath.

The central path… also looked terrible. It looked much the same, but darker mud and no storm. But… more mud. Deeper mud, by the look of it. The muck was already coating and clinging to her boots, weighing her down faar more than she’d like. Any more… It would take her that much longer to get to… To.. the end of whatever this was. And whatever waited at the end. Something important, she was sure.

Hadn’t she known what was at the end? Aisu paused, thinking a moment. No… no, maybe she didn’t. Maybe she just knew it was important. She shook her head, turning to look at the final path. It was…. An incredible change from the other two. Hewn and man-made, as opposed to the entirely naturalistic other paths. Ancient and aged, draped with moss and lichen. And… Incredibly bright. Bright enough to make the pillars themselves almost luminous.

Aisu hung back a moment more, gaze panning over the collection of choices before her. The mysterious voice from before was absent, the air startling quiet now as she thought. She sighed slowly, drawing herself up to step out of the mud, pausing as she did so to try and kick as much of the half-dried mud off her boots as possible. That done, she moved towards the array of pillars.

They were massive, almost daunting, rising high above her, as wide across as her outstretched arms. Aisu presseed close to one, fingers trailing the lichen, tracing surface of the stone. Why were these here? Was it all “made” for her, as the rest of the area had been? Or was there some deeper purpose? The stones revealed nothing, and Aisu finally relented to move forwards, shifting sideways to move between the first set of pillars. The path was… uncomfortably tight, the woman forced to shimmy though gracelessly. Which would have been fine, on its own. But having to squeeze through, in a winding path, trying to keep her eyes shut against the terrible light- It was not the easiest path.

Like with the storm, she considered going back, and choosing again… But that was quickly squashed several pillars in, as she realized she had no way of heading back the way she had come, without getting hopelessly lost. All she could do was push on.

 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 06:22 PM


As before, Aisuru was left along for a number of long minutes, which surely passed slowly to the young woman as she moved along inch by inch, feeling her way forward more than seeing her way as she did her best to shield her eyes from the invasive and blinding light that somehow forced its way into every nook and cranny.

Eventually, the light began to let up- or perhaps she just got used to it. Either way, Aisuru would find that her eyes could be of some more use, though the brightness was still harsh and overbearing and of that same unsightly hue. And no sooner would she discover this, that she would also discover that the path split once again. This time, she was presented with four different paths that she could choose from. One turned to the left, two went out ahead but diagonally from one another, while the fourth turned to the right. All four paths continued on much as the path she was currently on- for instance, they all had tall pillars that were uncomfortably close together and they all had the harsh ugly light flooding them- but with a few changes here and there that made them unique from one another. She was allowed the smallest of clearings so that she at least had enough space to rotate around it to see and study each of the new paths.

The first and leftmost path was a slowly wandering and winding path, apparently in no hurry- and it was an even tighter fit, which would have seemed impossible given how little maneuvering room Aisuru had to work with up to this point on her recently chosen path. It was made possible, however, because the pillars that created this path were drastically thinner. Rather than having the diameter of a fairly large tree trunk, they were similar in width to a young child's leg, being only a few inches in diameter instead of nearly two feet in diameter as before. Because they were smaller, they could press in more closely while still allowing the human just barely enough room to squeeze in.

If she chose this path and was not too careful about how she moved, Aisuru would discover that if she put too much pressure on a column, it would crack and tumble into dusty debris all around her. One would think that this might be an advantage- couldn't one simply knock over all the weak columns to create the room needed to maneuver comfortably? But since they were so tall, the debris created was more of a hassle than if she simply and carefully squeezed through.

The second path did not wander or wind; it moved straight and direct out at an angle just slightly to the left. This path, however, was moist. Unpleasantly moist. Dripping down from the thick pillars that marked this path was a mysterious substance, sticky, and with a bit of a stinging tingle to it if it got on her skin. It also soaked into the ground below her feet, making it marshy and sticky.

Despite the fact that this path's columns were as close together as they had previously been on the path Aisuru had just traveled down, she would learn that she had to move a bit quicker on this path, as the mud seemed to suck her down into the ground if she ever stood still or moved too slowly. It was not a threat so long as she kept going, however; and luckily, since this path was straight as an arrow, it would not be too difficult to simply press continuously forward.

The third path was similarly straight and direct, moving out at an angle reflective of the second path, going diagonally just slightly to the right. This one, however, had no moist marshiness; rather the opposite. It was dry and particularly dusty, and it would quickly affect Aisuru, drying out her mouth and throat. But this was a mere pesky annoyance, likely easily brushed aside.

Most of the challenge of this path came from the familiar closeness that the pillars created, with an additional aggravating factor: dry and apparently dead vines, covered in small thorns, looped around the various columns and between them, creating a criss-cross of them across the path and in her way. She could move slowly and carefully to move and step just so to avoid them, or she could simply power her way through, abandoning grace and care and choosing instead to just deal with the minor pain that came from the pricks and scratches that the thorny vines would inflict upon her calves and ankles.

The fourth and final path which curved dramatically to the right, was actually practically identical to the path that she was already on, the path which had brought her to this crossroads. The columns were identical, nothing new coated the ground or was suspended in the air. The only difference was that it wound and wandered more than the original path was. Aside from that, all was the same. Despite its sameness, it was a legitimate choice that could be made at this juncture that Aisuru found herself at.

nearly there,

It was the same voice as before, but it sounded so much more distant than before as it promised an end to these paths and implied that she was approaching some sort of destination.


 Posted: May 21 2018, 12:58 PM


She continued pushing herself forwards, eyes closed now out of habit rather than necessity. It was another several steps, Aisu cautiously feeling the stone pillars with her hands, feeling the ground beneath her with her boots. She’d long lost track of how long she had been there, slowly scraping her way between the tight pillars- It felt aimless, almost formless, a question expanse of minutes, or months, or years-

And her hand reached, trying to find the next pillar, and Aisu found nothing, slitting her eyes open despite the glare to find a scant clearing, the woman eagerly easing herself into the bit of freedom. She blinked uncomfortably, an arm going up to shield her eyes- ineffectually- from the light, glancing around at what seemed to be more paths. More paths- and to what end? Aisu felt like she should know…. But grasping at whatever it was she knew was like grasping at smoke. Instead, she just frowned, pressing closer to look at the different paths.

The leftmost seemed, at a glance, much easier- the columns were much thinner… But as she looked, Aisu realized it seemed just as tight as before. She pressed a hand to the column, peering down the path- it seemed to curve more than the path prior had- and she gave a yelp and quickly caught herself as the column just gave way, crumbling to dust and debris before her as she scrambled back, heart pounding as she looked at what she had caused. Aisu looked at them all wildly for a moment- only then seeming to notice the nearly-hidden hairline fractures throughout the closest columns. She took another half-step back, careful of how little room she had to move around, and wiped a dusted hand on her pants, turning her attentions to the other pathways.

The next path seemed better, the columns thick and sturdy, with a bit more room between them. And, yet- For all it looked better, it descended into that same muck again. (There was a theme that Aisu picked up on, the choices seeming better and at once worse. She refused to comment on them, directly.) Beyond the mud, there was… something oozing from the pillars, viscous enough to hang in the air of the columns. Disgusted, Aisu turned away from this choice- It would, without a doubt, not be her first choice.

The next path was a direct opposite, arguably arid. Aisu looked down the path, noting the dryness of the ground, the dust clinging to the pillars- and the dark plants, curling around and draping from the columns. Aisu studied them a long moment. She hadn’t seen those kinds of plants before- thought, trying to draw up images of what flowers she had seen before was… oddly blank. It was probably the strangeness of this place- were the desert vines, given the barrenness of this path? She couldn’t see flowers on them, nothing beyond the curled and dried leaves… Curiosity overcame her, and she reached to the vine- ”Ah-” She jerked back, looking first at the vine, and the the welled drop of blood on her finger. Clearly, none of these paths were without their own pains and dangers.

Aisu glanced to the right, and saw the final choice- if it could even be called that. It looked… the same. The exact same as what she had just come out of. She turned towards it, a hand brushing the column- and it did not crumble, or sting, or leak something onto her hand. It just… was. She knew this path, and it was an arguably easy one. And- and something cold and bitter ran through her at the thought, her hackles raising. Ghosts of arguments with her father, the looming future that had been decided for her- She jerked back, turning away wildly and pressing towards the path she chose, the one filed with brambles and thorns.

She did not realize, as she eased between the first set of pillars, that she did not know the face of her father, the words he had long ago spoken.

It was not easy. She tried to move slowly, to ease herself without catching the claws of the plants, and yet this path also seemed to long- and that voice- maybe now less a voice than a sensation, a whispering against her mind, the sense of a light at the end of this path, she was so close, so near to whatever it was that she was looking for- She struggled to get there quickly, to see what all of this had led up to. It was not rushed and brazen, but neither was it graceful and pain-free. It was slow going, and it was harsh, and it was painful, and she was getting through it regardless.

 Posted: May 23 2018, 11:46 PM


Luckily for Aisuru, she would not have to endure her path of choice for long-

Things changed quite unexpectedly and all at once, after mere minutes of pushing through the brambles and vines. A fierce, powerful wind blew in a whirlwind about her, pushing in on her from all sides, the wind seemingly completely undeterred by the huge columns that still surrounded her. The golden mist suddenly flooded in from all directions, pressing in on her feet and then crawling up her body. As it ascended, its glow increased exponentially until it was nearly blinding. Vertigo overwhelmed her as everything around her suddenly faded into inky blackness, even the ground beneath her feet; in an instant there was no up and no down, no orientation at all, just wind and light.

Then a positively blinding flash, a final gale of wind and heat. Then nothing. No, actually, not nothing. Momentary silence, yes, but in the distance birds resumed their chirping and various unseen rodents resumed their scuttling and snuffling as they moved on from the sudden interruption that wasn't actually all that uncommon in this particular area. When vision returned to her, the young woman would find herself in a clearing with ashen dirt beneath her feet. Carved totems and statues stood as sentinels in a wide half-circle to her right, her left, and behind her. Ahead of her sprawled a wooden city at the end of an unassuming, trodden dirt path.

But she was not alone here; emerging from behind one of the totems came a hopping green creature which made odd noises in rhythm with its movements. It, too, was far from home, though not as far as Aisuru was from hers. But here they were, together; the creature peered at the human woman with round yellow eyes, expectant.


Aisuru chose the difficult path, prompting Arceus to select a Pokemon that he felt was her opposite, one that would challenge her and express the personality traits that she did not.

Where Aisuru tends to be dismissive, somber, and even cross and short-tempered; Pokemon of this type are typically nurturing, patient, cheerful, and upbeat; and this species in particular literally make music with every single step they take, which will provide a stark contrast to the airs that Aisuru puts on. Where Aisuru has a yearning for adventure and exploration and wonders to satisfy her curiosity, Pokemon of this type are typically content to bloom where they are planted, setting down roots and making a home for themselves in one place; and this species in particular tends to favor a very specific environment and do not generally enjoy straying from it.

Aisuru has obtained an Maractus!

Chose a gender

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{the name can be put off until later if you so desire}

[ This topic has ended, but you may resume the adventure in Ashfield. From now on, the Maractus is yours and is under your creative control. The die roll for the chance to have a Pokedex resulted in 3, so Aisuru does start with a Pokedex. Send me a PM when you've made the necessary decisions regarding your new Pokemon. Good luck and have fun! ]

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