Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.


Terrene continues to heat
up, both in temperature and in conflict. Beta is asking for spies to infiltrate Omega's camp, while Dentelle simply wants to inquire after the scientist's progress. Later in the season, Beta is hosting his annual crater city tournament, where people can test their Pokemon and their leadership and strategies against one another.


Summer will be here until
September. The heat of summer is here in full force, as well as the accompanying summer thunderstorms. Bug, electric, and fire types all thrive while others wilt under these conditions.







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 Just Typical, [Starter]
 Posted: Oct 14 2017, 09:18 AM


Victor was once told that Floaroma was full of life. Flowers of every colors sprouted through every inch of the small town. Victor imagined that people with allergies didn’t stay very long. The people here could interact peacefully with pokemon here, though. There were mostly less dangerous types that entered the area. Bugs, grass-types, and some smaller critters. The bugs would collect the pollen. The grass-types, enjoyed the aromas. Critters came to eat the homemade honey left out by people of the town.

There was a family that lived here that produced the honey. It was the biggest reason anyone came here really. It was used to attract wild pokemon. A lot of people would use this to catch their first pokemon or lure a rare bug type. That’s kind of the reason why Victor was here. He was close by the town and wanted to bring a pokemon to him, rather than go out and seek one. With his dad gone, he had none to use to survive in this world or a companion to keep him company. No family.

Floaroma wasn’t what it used to be though. Upon arrival, he could see that there were no more flowers. Everything had been dried up. The houses had been abandoned and several trees nearby seemed to have crashed down. Victor continued trailing into the town. He wasn’t surprised to see things the way they were, but he thought he at least check for himself. He came across a building that appeared to have been a shop before. The sign that barely hung onto the building implied that that they sold flowers. It made no sense to him. The flowers were all around for free. Who would buy them?

Victor entered the ruined building to take a look around. He dropped his backpack off at the entrance. It was kind of heavy and he didn’t want to have that weight on him while he searched through the shop. He scavenged through the shop to see if he could find anything useful to him.

“Packs of vegetable seeds?” Not like he was going to grow a garden anytime soon. For whatever reason he still put them into his pocket. He shuffled through shelves looking for a single glass of honey. Most of the glass had been emptied or broken. The honey, dried up a long time ago.

“Damn it,” he thought. It had been another pointless search. He was ready to head out when he heard rummaging. His eyes darted toward the entrance where he spotted something going through his backpack. “Son of Bidoof!” he shouted. This startled the little scavenger in his backpack. Out poked the head of a little rodent like pokemon. The little creature narrowed its eyes at the human who had already pulled out its knife. It hissed as it held tightly onto a sack of berries that Victor had collected. “Not my Oran Berries, you little piece of Muk!” Victor darted toward the small rodent as it tried to take off with his food.

The rodent zigzaged through the toppled over trees. Victor tried kept haste as he pursued the rodent. The pokemon zipped up a tree as it looked down at the human. Victor peered up with frustration. It looked at him as if mocking him in his defeat. “A pachirisu. Why am I not surprised a little vermin like you would be the only thing left alive in this waste of a town.

It just looked at him while it pulled a berry out of the sack.

“Don’t you do it!” he shouted at it. It placed the berry closer to its mouth. “Put it down, right now!” he demanded. The little rodent made a noise that sounded like chuckling. “That’s it, I’m coming up there!”

Victor wrapped his arms around the tree, trying to inch his way up. The pachirisu noticed his persistence and let out a jolt of electricity, zapping Victor to the ground. It took off with the sack of berries gleefully. Victor had hit his head. His vision had blurred and he felt dizzy. “Gotta... get that... little rat...” He felt himself spacing out.

 Posted: Oct 16 2017, 02:36 PM


Do Not Fret.

The powerful voice spoke, through his mind and into his soul. But it did not have a body, no source around him to identify, even if his vision hadn't been blurred at the moment. The dizziness, the trouble seeing, would only be heightened as the warm energy embraced him, wrapping around his torso and pulling him, up and away from the tree, from the rodent that dare steal from him. From the dying world which took his father from him.

But even as the world around him continued to swirl, the mixture of colors fading into nothingness, he would not be left to feel disoriented long. Soon, his body would stop moving, if the sensation could be marked as moving at all. The comforting energy soaked into his skin, rushed through his veins. It sought to heal, to cure the pain that ailed him. His vision would likely be able to clear up, and he'd be able to see the new world around him. One that was flat and devoid of life, aside from himself, all bathed in a warm orange light.

Then, as if he'd touched something metal soon after generating static, a spark lit off his finger, and fell to the ground. It did not hurt, but was surely a little shocking and startling given the situation. It fell to the ground, sparking a few more times as a dim yellow light washed out from it, covering the orange. It continued to spread, moving until every inch around him was the same hue of yellow, not a trace of the energy left in his body any longer.

Keep Your Head High.

A new voice, resonating within his mind but coming from seemingly nowhere. As it spoke, a new power started to flow through him, reinvigorating tired muscles and pushing a sense of anticipation, of excitment. The ground sparked yet again, a line of sparks lead forward and guiding his gaze towards a table, that seemed to have appeared when he wasn't looking. It was made of a burnt golden color, and atop its surface rested a few items that were much unlike the void stretching out around him.

Complete All, Some, Or None.

The main object sitting in the center of the table was a minature chest, dry wood shaped and suspended together with thin strips of sliver to allow the lid to swing open, as well as to allow it to lock, a conventional keyhole resting in the front of it. Scattered around it were a couple of things. To the rightmost side, a hammer, which could be used to break open the chest with force. It would certainly get him to the contents, but at the risk of damaging whatever rested inside.

The other two ways to open it were much more safe for the contents, but in some ways more difficult to complete. In the center was a lockpicking kit, the small angled objects resting orderly in a little kit. It was a special skill that only some had, and picking the lock would take precision and patience on the man's part. The left most was simply a parchment with a pen, but the top of the paper read "Solve my riddle to find the key." There was no physical key lying on or around it, and nothing to prove solving it would actually provide what he needed aside from the promise in the letters that faced him.

I bounce and repeat
Yet no one has seen me
I hold no form and can not act
And yet I speak to those who speak first
You call to me, and I'll answer you
But I only speak in words you spoke

What am I?

Further ahead past the chest, whether he'd managed to open it or not, rested another table. And, off a yard or so to the left was a target, with rings showing different levels of accuracy once hit. It floated there, oddly unsupported by anything but hovering upright and above the ground no less. On the table were two sets of items. The first, a more classic and standard weapon. The dull grey of the knives showed nothing special, but they were durable and weighted to be thrown. As if to contrast them, throwing stars sat near them, though they were made of a polished silver. They would be much trickier to throw and way less dependable, but they certainly shined.

Up ahead was a bit of a different story. The ground suddenly sloped down, not a far drop but still a good 20 feet of a declined slide. Resting at the top was a sled, which was smooth and could slide across the ground easily. It was long enough for him to sit comfortably in, and came with attached handles for him to hold onto. Alternatively, there was also a metal bar suspended over the drop, with a handle attached to it. From the way it was installed, it was easily to tell the handle could slide down, if he prefered to go down that way.

Whichever way he chose to get down, there would be a pedestal waiting at the bottom. There were a few items atop the surface. In the center, a glass cup, empty and suspended on a golden stand. To each side was a vial with a stopper, the left filled with a blue liquid and the right red. Beneath the centerpiece was a parchment, with the instructions for this task.

Which will lead you to success? Pour red in the bowl to symbolize fighting. Pour blue in the bowl to symbolize compromise. Choose with your instincts.

Cross Through To Continue.

Once he'd completed the tasks, or chosen not to complete them, he'd be able to move forward. And waiting ahead for him was a tall, grandiose door. It was made of a brilliant gold, warmer tones detailing the frame and handle, along with designs engraved into the surface. When the door was opened, swinging opened with much less effort that the gemstone weight would suggest, he'd find himself faced with a veil of water, reflecting himself and the world behind him. But it would not stop him from passing through, the other side not contained in water but simply separated by this thin cover.

Much More To Complete.

Welcome to the void between universes. Ho-oh and her beasts will challenge Victor in a variety of ways, to discover how he faces and overcomes the obstacles they lay. The three legendary beasts will take turns creating puzzles or riddles to solve. Each will have a variety of answers to choose from, but don't fret - there are no right or wrong answers. If Victor is unsure or unwilling to complete a challenge, he need only sit down and they will progress to the next step. They will use his methods and choices to help determine what type of pokemon compliments Victor, and his process will be considered when selecting his partner. However, Ho-oh's decision is influenced by what she believes works best in tandem with Victor, so where the answers lead may yet surprise you!

Feel free to PM me or catch me in the cbox about the answer to the riddle! @Shasyu

 Posted: Oct 16 2017, 04:23 PM


As Victor’s vision faded, he could feel his eyes begin to shut. There was a sudden warm feeling wrapping around his body.

“Damn, did I piss myself?” he thought. Oddly enough his voice wasn't the only one echoing in his mind. Victor could feel another's voice vibrate in his head. “Who? That's not what my thinking voice!” his thoughts continued.

He could feel his body lifting off the ground. Victor was sure he hit his head pretty bad if he felt like he was floating. But something stranger was happening to the wanderer. He could see the world around him vanishing. All color being swallowed into a vortex above him. He blinked rapidly. “Oh muk, I'm dead.” This was surely it for him. The world was over and he was going to be swallowed up with it. If only he had caught that damn pachirisu before he died. He'd at least leave the world with some kind of satisfaction.

If the world had ended and he was dead, then why can he still see? Feel? The dizziness faded along with numbness from being shocked. “I feel...great,” he couldn't help but speak out loud. “Okay, maybe I'm not dead and I'm just in a dream,” he continued. Somehow in the void Victor could see a glowing light beaming at him.

Another voice echoed in his head. As it spoke he could feel a sudden rush of energy. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. Of course with the positive force he began to see a vision forming in front of him “A table? Dinner?”

Victor could see several objects resting on the table. Objects he knew of but we're not his. He didn't know what was going on but he figured He'd play along with the dream. The wanderer style took drew immediately to the old chest. He had to know what was inside. Initially he noticed the hammer and thought of just smashing it open, but he worried that whatever was inside could be fragile. His eyes searched for a let on the table, but only found a lockpicking set. No way he could use that, he never picked a lock in his life. He noticed the parchment nearby. “Great, instructions.” Victor began look over the words written on the paper. Maybe a map or just a note telling him what to do.

No just a riddle.

He grabbed the pen and wrote what he thought the answer could be.

“An echo.”

Victor didn't know if the chest was supposed to click open or not, but he decided to move on. If his answer had been correct, he would come back to the chest. For now he continued to look around. There had been another table.

“More tests,” he groaned.
He saw metallic objects resting on the table. Victor approached it, analyzing the objects in front of him. From his peripheral he noticed the levitating target, floating in the short distance. Looking back at the metal objects he thought for a bit. It seemed he had to hit the target I'm the distance. The throwing star seemed really cool, but he had never used one before. On the other hand he thought it could be fun to toss one.


He didn't know how many chances he would get. Victor picked up the dull blades instead. He looked at the target and wondered. Not that it didn't seem obvious he had to throw the knife, but what was really his goal? To get the knife to his the target or hit The middle . He didn't see a point in attempting a skill he did not possess. The wanderer approached the floating target and stabbed it dead in the center. “Bullseye.”

Just beyond the target he noticed the slope. There didn't seem to be anywhere else to go. He wasn't sure if it was safe to just head straight down, but like the previous challenges he observed the area around him before acting. Noticing the sled, he could not think of any reason not to use it. It seemed safe and unlike the past tests, not something he had to think about differently. He climbed on and proceeded to glide down the slope.

Below he saw the pedestal with a glass cup. It seemed this task came with a helpful parchment as well. It informed him to fill the glass cup with liquid from one of the vials. Victor was pretty confident in compromise. He had to compromise with the way the world was to survive in it. Fighting was only a temporary solution. Even someone as himself who got into plenty of fights verbal and physical, knew that they ended with a different solution.

He poured the blue vial into the cup.

Once the cup had been filled. A door had seemed to materialize ahead. He heard the voice telling him to proceed. Victor didn't bother wondering what it was and just continued. Coming face to face with the veil of water Victor wondered if this would be the end. It was time to wake up now. All he had to do was pass through the water.

So he did.

Nope, he was still here.

Now what?


 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 12:09 PM



The voice filled with excitment and adding that extra edge, faded out with one final word as he passed through the veil. The water brushed against his skin, rolling into orbs and floating as his body pressed through, repelling the water rather than absorbing it as would be expected. Blue orbs swirled and floated aimlessly away in front of him in this new world, until they dissipated completely.

And now, instead of electricity beneath him there was cool red fire, the flames flickering and licking upon his shoes and ankles. Though this was warm, it was not hot or painful in any way. it was harmless, and provided him with a new source of energy. It filled him, the pure passion and sense of adventure coming from the spirit that bestowed him with such power coursing through his body, preparing him for the next of his challenges.

All around the world was covered in the same flames, flaring and falling chaotically, though naturally. For a couple moments it remained, as the energy sought for any damage he might have sustained from the previous challenge, not finding any but still being thorough. The fire was soothing almost, the heat in the air embracing him without causing his body to overheat, careful of the human's natural form.

Push Forward.
Three spots flared more than the rest, as if alerting him that something was happening. They flashed again, the flames rising in all three spaces, rising quickly before flickering out, leaving a small table in each place. On each of these tables appeared an item. On the leftmost appeared a square shaped cage, with a full top and bottom and bars making up the side, leaving the middle open and able to be seen through. This object would project a feeling of containment. On the top appeared an inscription that read 'Any threat must be contained.'

On the middle table there was a miniature hammer. This object projected a feeling of power, the unmistakable feeling of absolute judgment. The handle appeared to be made of fine wood, and the handle was deep black, the fiery red inscription shining on the top of the weapon. This writing read 'Any threat must be destroyed.'

The rightmose table held a scroll of parchment, neatly rolled and held together by a crimson red ribbon. The ribbon would be easy enough to remove, and the paper instilled a feeling of kindness and pain. The pale tan scroll could be unrolled to reveal the inscription inside. It read 'Any threat must be shown mercy.'

Choose one, and face the path ahead.

Once a decision had been made by Victor, the flames would flicker once again, this time over a much larger area. The chosen item in his palms would revert to flame, harmlessly flickering and falling to the floor, to join the rest as the tables and unchosen objects followed suit. With these out of the way, the path forward was open, the flames building and pushing forward as a path was constructed, quickly revealing itself as the wall of flames pushed further and further away, until its work was complete and it disappeared.

If the cage was chosen, the path ahead would open so a deep pool of water. There was plenty of room and depth to cross the pool by swimming, if desired. Just above the pool was an intricate wooden beam maze, which could be crossed by balancing and finding the right paths. Once climbed upon, all the paths could be seen clearly, but the beams were narrow enough that it would be difficult to balance and cross.

If the hammer was chosen, the path forward opened into a hole, which looked to open up to the sky. The light blue hue shined below, with fluffy white clouds floating around. A simple double bar ladder was suspended above the opening, showing the only way across. The structure could be climbed upon, in order to cross by walking atop it, or she could use her arms to swing across, dangling above the free and open sky. If she fell, she'd be lifted and moved across the gap safely.

if the scroll was chosen, the path would open to an obstacle course of sorts, raised slightly above the rest of the world. The first piece was to vault over a hurdle, then to continue the moment to hop across a series of small round platforms, only big enough for one foot each. Then, she'd need to scale a wall that stretched up 9 feet, and slide down the other end. Once that was complete, she'd have to jump and catch a rope to swing across a large hole in the ground, which would take her to the other side. Or, she could simply walk around the course, choosing to take the easy, quick way.

Complete the box.

With the path crossed, no matter which he'd chosen or how he'd cross, he'd find another task awaiting him. There was another table, the crimson color complimenting the red hues of the fire around it. On top of its surface was a box, with a few empty sockets. Around it sat three gems, each matching the size of the holes in the box, with a different word inscribed on each of them. They read 'Strength', 'Charisma', and 'Wit'. Written on the face of the box, the instructions were clear. Order the three in order of importance. The most to the left, and the least to the right.

Standing tall and radiant behind the pedestal, some feet back, was another door. This was made of a new gemstone, a ruby to match the obvious theme of this place. Golden detail work lined this frame and surface as well, creating intricate designs that when followed led the eyes to the doorknob, just waiting to be turned to open the door. A thin film of water waited for him once more, reflecting his surroundings and self, but would allow him to pass through with ease.

And then we continue.

 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 09:06 PM


Victor was relieved to know he wasn't drenched after passing through the water. Not that he couldn't use a bath. The wanderer started into the void as more objects manifested in front of him.

"Lovely. More tables," he moaned. Victor gazed around to see what he had to interact with next.

He observed the cage that represented containment.

The hammer that represented judgement.

The scroll that represented mercy.

Victor contemplated the choices. He knew that most people would choose containment. Imprisoning someone who has harmed others. Letting them rot for their crimes.

Very few would choose mercy. Mercy took a lot of strength and he didn't know if he was the forgiving type.

He know for sure he'd seek justice. He didn't believe in things like second chances. Victor grabbed the hammer and gripped it as if he was judgement itself. "Threats can't be given a second chances."

With his decision, the hammer dispersed into flames along with the remaining objects. In front of him A whole opened up, revealing what seemed to be the sky. “Great a way out!” he exclaimed. Running toward the hole he realized it was a long way down. He wasn’t looking to paint himself to the ground. Victor noticed what seemed to be a ladder across the hole, but all he could think of was mankey bars. As a kid he enjoyed swinging across them, but sometimes he would try to show off and walk over it. It was different then, because there wasn’t an infinite drop if he fell. His safety came first. Victor grabbed the first line of the ladder and began swinging across.

Making it across, Victor took a moment to shake his arms loose. Looking forward another table presented itself to him. This time it had a box with sockets in it. The inscription indicated of his next task. He looked at the 3 gems that represented strength, charisma and wit and pondered about which order to place them in. Which order mattered most to him?

Wit. Intelligence was the most important trait to have in his opinion.

Strength. He believed in different kinds of strength, not just physical but to be emotionally strong. In wasn't bad to be able to throw a punch though.

Charisma didn’t matter much to him. He never tried to be a charming guy to anyone or cared for their view of him. So this one he would leave out of he could.

Placing the gems in that order he waited as another door revealed itself to him. He didn't question or wonder this time. Upon seeing it, he marched through the veil.

 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 11:59 AM


I see.

So the process repeated. The voice that had spoken said it's final words, the sound fading out as he crossed through the threshold and into another strange part of this abstract and illogical world he seemed to have been pulled to.The passion, the sheer force of energy seemed to whisk away with it, leaving his body to its own volition, but only for a short time. Even then, the additional support it gave kept him from being weary from the challenges he'd faced before.

As his foot came down in the next, he'd hear the splash of water as his vision was greeted by a cool blue. The beads of water from the door fell to the ground simultaneously. From his feet the water rippled, miniature waves disturbing the flat peace of the water's surface as it stretched out into the horizon. The power that filled him this time was calming, soothing even. It was a little colder here, but not uncomfortably so.

Just A Little Further Now.

Up ahead the water started to bubble, smaller ripples being created and pushing out as it started to work. It slowly rose from the surface, staying organized and specific as it spiraled upwards. Reaching the end destination upwards, it would start to fan out, creating a flat surface. The water reached out until stopping, swirling and pushing against invisible edges. It froze, creating a table made of ice, as a few items appeared on top of it.

In the center was a cream colored parchment, lying flat on the table and oddly unaffected by the ice beneath it. In fact, if he so deigned to touch the paper, he'd find it wasn't even cold, nor was the table. There was no frost or other side effects of the ice to be seen or felt around the table. On the parchment, the characters were written in blue ink, asking a question. "Which is more important in decision making?"

At the bottom of the paper was a pen, blank without ink. On either side was an inkwell, each with a different color. To the left was purple ink, and the glass container was labeled "Logic". To the right was orange ink, with the well being labeled "Emotion". If he dipped the pen into one of the wells, he'd find the corresponding word writing itself onto the page without the need for ink. Whichever word that would be written would match the color of the ink which he chose to dip the pen into.

Further ahead past the table with those choices was another table, shimmering into existence as a light fog decorated the air around him. As he approached the table, he'd see a few piles of rope resting on the table, which was a bit longer than those that had come before it. They were each woven of the same material, but the way they were made were different, creating different textures or ideal uses for each one. Inscribed in the table were the words "Choose One".

One set of rope stood taller that the rest, little strands flaking off the woven rope. This set was made with more material, creating a very thick hold which would be stronger than the others. However, due to this it was a bit shorter than the others. Another was quite the opposite, neatly woven in a way that created a very smooth texture. It would be tougher to get a grip on such a rope, but would be much more suited to tying knots and being used for other niche skills. The last set seemed pretty normal, not too thick but not too sleek to create a good grip while not being too hefty. The best trait of this rope was its immense length, at least twice the length of the others.

Continuing forward past this, the fog getting a little more dense and hiding whatever was further than about 20 feet away, he'd find a few backpacks sitting on the ground. Each one looked identical aside from the base color, but would have a different collection of items it he took a look inside. The yellow pack was filled with traveling equipment, rope, a compass, first aid kit, fire starter, and a few other useful items.

In the red backpack were items more suited with hunting. There were a couple knives with different uses, a few arrows, a longer blade, some towels, and other items suited to skinning and curing meat. The final backpack, made of blue material, was more suited to personal needs. It included vitamins, packs of dried food, bottles of water, a few travel snacks and other things humans needed to keep healthy and nourished.

Cross Through.

Once he'd chosen a backpack, the thick mist ahead would start to part, revealing the hidden door waiting for him. It shined, glittering silver accents accompanying the sapphire cut door, the smooth edges inviting him in. When the door was opened, he would not be faced with the water as times before. Instead, he would see dark orange bricks, making up a staircase that ascended. From the top tricked down a warm saffron light, the same that had greeted him when he entered this strange place.

We Are Almost Done.

 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 01:08 PM


Passing through the next veil Victor had expected things to be over soon. It seemed he had a few more tasks ahead of him though. He made it this far and wanted to finish.

A new table formed in front of him. This one made of ice unlike the others. “Cool.” one the table he saw a new parchment. This one he’d have to write on. There were two separate ink wells for him to choose from and again he had to make a choice on. Orange ink implied he made decisions with emotions. Sometimes this was true, if he got angry. He would blow up or say the wrong thing, but most of the time he tried to choose the logical thing. He chose the purple ink which represented logic.

He picked up the quill and dipped it into the purple ink well. Be for he could even remove the pen from the well, the word “logic” formed onto the parchment on its own. Great. That saved him time. He dropped the quill and moved forward to the next task.

At a new table, Victor had been presented with three kinds of rope. The longest one looking fragile compared to the rest. Not very reliable in his opinion. The other, pretty short but durable. He liked this one, but wondered of its uses if he was very high up. There was one that was a bit sleeker but he’d be able to use more effectively. Victor wasn’t worried so much about being able to grip it thoroughly. There were other ways to create a grip. He would have liked to pick the thicker rope, but this one would be of more use to him. The smoothly textured one it was.

Ahead, Victor found the next test. This one laying out three backpacks in front of him. His initial thought was choosing the yellow one because it was kind of his favorite color. Maybe closer to a goldenrod. He rummaged through the backpacks to see what they contained.

Yellow first of course. Inside he found things he could use if he was lost in the wilderness. Although, these things would be helpful to him, he was taught ways to accomplish things without the use of these objects.

The red pack contained items for hunting and cooking. Despite his ability for combat, he didn’t favor hunting pokemon. The weapons would be helpful if he had to defend himself, though.

Finally, the blue backpack had foods and medicines. This one was filled with items he did not know how to produce himself. The medicine would be so useful. He could boil water pure but it wouldn’t hurt to have some bottled.

Despite each packs flaws and benefits he had to choose one, even though he was tempted to stuff all the materials into the single yellow pack. Victor choose blue.

Once his choice was made he could see the path ahead. Through this new entrance the veils of water he experienced before were replaced by flight of stairs leading upward. He began to ascend as the light above shone down on him. He embraced it and the warmth it brought.


 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 01:38 PM


We are almost done.

His feet carried him up the stairs, and with each step the power trickling down with the light would grow stronger. It called, invigorated, beckoned him to keep ascending. The sheer force of energy could be threatening, or comforting, depending on the person, but either way it was not here to hurt, but to help. As he stepped into the new section of this world, the warm orange light greeted him in all directions.

A few final questions.

Straight ahead, a podium appeared, with a slot open in the middle of it. It was impossible to tell where it may lead, and there was no way to open up the podium. Laying upon it's surface were two tablets. On the first was written 'All for one'. The second, 'One for all' Inscribed above the slot were instructions to choose one, and enter it into the hole. As soon as a tablet was placed within, the podium would vanish, the objects and words the contained with it.

Make your choices.

A second podium appeared, with two new tablets. The words displayed were "Family" and "Intelligence". Once the tablet was chosen, the podium would disappear once more.

Another appeared up ahead, looking identical to the previous. The same slot, same height, same instructions. This time there were three tablets. The first was 'Defense', the second 'Strength', and the third 'Speed'. Once a tablet was entered, it would vanish just as the first had, taking away any trace of anything having been there.

A final podium appeared, and the process repeated yet again. The two tablets here were inscribed with 'Direct' and 'Abstract'. Once this podium was completed and disappeared, there would not be another in it's place. With the last choice made, his answers given and being weighed appropriately, he'd be left to his own thoughts for a few moments. The silence set in, the presence hanging above him but unable to be seen. It studied, watched, but made no move to test him any further.

They define who you are.

 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 02:32 PM


At the top of the stairs Victor had been met with a final test. If he was dreaming he could finally wake up. If he was dead he hoped he could rest. There stood a podium with a slot in front of him. It made clear instructions as to what he was to do next. Victor had to choose a tablet that was inscribed with something that he related to most.

All for one or One for all? Most of the time the saying involved both, but to choose just one was difficult. He felt he could relate to neither. There was no “all” looking out for him. And he had no friends or family to stand and up for. He stepped back, no choosing either. Letting the podium and tablets vanished before him. To him, there was only one for one.

With that, the next podium revealed itself. Victor let out a melancholic sigh. He didn't seem very eager to answer the next one. There it was on front of him. Family or Intelligence. His eyes narrowed at the choices. His fists clutched with vexation. “What family?” he thought, as he dropped the tablet inscribed “intelligence” down the hole.

The podium faded as a new one appeared. Now he had three options. As long as neither had to do with family or friends he’d be okay. Strength, defense, or speed? Victor wasn’t really defensive she it came to combat. He always believed speed and power were the way to win. Over all speed mattered most to him. Out run, out think, survive. That was the way to go. He dropped the speed tablet down the hole and watched the objects disappear.

With another podium appearing before him, Victor was ready for it all to be over. He weighed his final options before him. Direct or abstract. This wasn’t very hard. He was extremely relieved to have a simple option to make. He didn’t like abstraction. He focused on what was rather than possibilities. Dropping the final tablet that read “direct" down the hole, he closed his eyes for a moment. Expecting for the games to be over. The wanderer took a deep breath before letting it out. Opening his eyes the objects had dematerialized once more. Only this time nothing appeared in it's place. He sat alone in the void waiting for a voice to guide him. Like he had been since his father abandoned him.

 Posted: Oct 19 2017, 04:59 PM


He was left there for a few moments more, to his own thoughts and patience as the powers above weighed his answers, and decided how to move forward. A flash of yellow light lit up in one direction, a sign of another joining them, even if it still had no form outside the shining color. In another direction, red lit to life, two auroras of light dancing in the orange ambiance around him. Blue flashed in, adding to the cacophony of color.

Then, suddenly, he was falling. The color left, and there was nothing to be seen, but the movement was dizzying, his mind rushing and his body filling with a sense of vertigo at the sudden change. As quickly as it had started however, it stopped. Though it would take a few moments, his mind would eventually sort itself out, even as the memories of what had just happened quietly started slipping away. The endless void, and presences were gone, and everything was natural again.

As his sense started to return, he'd smell the scent of the trees, of the think plant life around them being carried on a light breeze. The warmth of the sun, beating down and soaking into his skin from above. The chirps of birds, far off but present somewhere. Beneath his feet, the ground shifted to adjust to his sudden appearance, the mixture of dirt and ash crumbling beneath his weight. Aside from the subtle sounds, there were no indications of anything near him

As his vision started to clear up, all his senses and mindsets returning in full, he'd be able to see the thick forest around him. The air was not too warm, but thick with humidity. In his hand was a spherical device, red on top and white on the bottom, made of wood with a couple technological details. Around him in a semi-circle were totems, and at the opening of them started a worn path, which stretched to the city beyond, building in the distance awaiting him.

And that wasn't all. Padding up the path towards him, looking right up at him with blue eyes was a creature. Snowy white fur glistened in the sunlight over a small fox-like body. The fur around its paws was dusted in a pale blue color, complimenting its eyes. Six fluffy tails bounced with each step as it walked, the bangs and locks of fur atop its head doing the same. Two large pointed ears rested around its head that ended in a small snout. There was a pang of familiarity as he saw the creature, though why that was he wouldn't be able to recall, the last of his memories slipping away.

Throughout the challenges, the beasts collect much information for Ho-oh. Once they presented their findings, she selected the final questions for Victor, based off the types that matched most to him. Through his answers and decisions, Ho-oh has chosen that an Ice type with high speed is a logical match for Victor. After using this, and many other factors, she has chosen the pokemon and pushed Victor through the portal outside Ashfield City, where his new partner awaits.

Victor has obtained a VULPIX (ALOLA)!

Choose a gender

Choose an egg move

Choose an ability

Choose a name
(the name can be put off until later if you so desire)

[ This topic has ended, but you may resume the adventure in Ashfield City. From now on, the Vulpix (Alola) is yours and is under your creative control. The die roll for the chance to have a Pokedex resulted in a 97, so Victor does not 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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