[PKMN OPEN] Pokémon Odyssey: Search For Cresselia (IC)

More talking, what did you expect? - Obsidian and Callimer​

He had been lagging behind the rest of the group as they made headway deeper into the ice cold wilderness. His initial excitement at having such a refreshing change of setting eventually settled down, and as they traveled deeper and deeper Obsidian could feel another emotion quickly overcoming his mind. Fear. He was some distance from where the fire stood strong. He laid down and stared up at the clear night sky. His fear had magnified throughout the night. He had tried going to sleep earlier, but the same nightmares came to plague his conscious. He stared for a moment longer before he finally decided to do the inevitable. He had delayed it for as long as he could, but he couldn't any longer. He had wanted to look brave, courageous even. It was no small feat heading into Karn. The logical side of his mind knew he could survive here, but the illogical screamed that he wouldn't wake up the next morning.

He begrudgingly stood up and let out a weak sigh. He glanced over at where the group was. He didn't enjoy the heat all that much, but he was using it as an excuse now to continue to hide himself away. He couldn't help but chalk a small bit of it up to his instinctive Weavile nature, so now he made his way over to the fire. There was one large mon there, one that could easily punch his head off of his shoulders if he ever made him too mad. "... Can we talk?" He asked the big green Dragonite.

The Emerald Sentinel was staring over the fire and off into the distance when Obsidian approached him, pondering something nobody could see. He seemed to let whatever it was go when Obsidian spoke and slowly turned his head to him. "Oh, yes, sure we can Obsidian. What's up?"

Obsidian sat down next to him and sighed, "... You know that feeling you get? Where you were young and you saw that one girl that caught your eye? And one day you start telling yourself that you're going to ask her out on a date? And you build it up really big in your mind. You start thinking about what you're going to say, how perfect it's all going to sound. You really push yourself up and tell yourself that you will sweep her off her feet and everyone claps as you two walk down the street cause you're just that good? And then... you don't. That fear grips you every time you pass her by. Every single time you approach you try to do what you think about, what you imagine in your mind, but you just can't do it no matter how many times you pass her by? I feel the same way now." He let out a weak chuckle, "Ever since my dad died here I imagined coming here. I imagined finding the guy responsible and just cutting his head clean off. I always imagined about walking away in a bada** sort of way too. Now that I'm here I'm scared stiff. My father, he was the best of the best. And here I am just thinking that one night I'll feel my neck being sliced open and I won't even have a chance to scream. You know?"

"I can only understand some of that." Cal said drearily. "When I was younger I was busy worrying about being a useless orphan who's sister had to give everything she had to take care of, but I think I see what you mean. So the 'mon who killed your father is in Karn are they?"

Obsidian weakly nodded, "They had the best stealth, the best gear. They didn't even get into a city. They were killed out in the wastes with no warning. If my father couldn't get through this place alive, how can I?"

"Because you aren't weak, and you're here with all of us." Cal said matter-of-factly. "At the very least you can trust in our strength as a group."

"Yeah, but what if to prove ourselves we have to go with a one on one battle?" He asked. "You all can handle yourselves. Most of you guys are Gold Tribe, Snype has a mega evolution, and yet... I mean, I'm stronger than most, thankfully, but to be able to go face to face with a rampaging Nidoking or something?" He closed his eyes, "I would be trampled within two seconds flat."

Cal chuckled and patted Obsidian's shoulder, trying not to be vexed by the other mon's fear. "Strength is what matters in Karn, that includes one's allies. If anyone really tries to force us into something we don't want to do, we'll just push right back and prove ourselves when we kick their asses. This is one place where we don't have to worry about political maneuvering, or being respectful to anyone who isn't willing to reciprocate."

Obsidian shrugged, "But there's you. Guardia... I know she did her best to maintain a good relationship with them. At least a respectful one. I don't go in straight like you guys. I use tricks while I fight. I just don't want to mess this up."

"Then just let me and our other bruisers handle the serious stuff." Cal assured the Weavile. "Just watch our backs, make sure nobody sneaks up on us, and be ready to do what you can. Being sly and clever is even more useful in a place like this where most don't bother to try. It won't win you friends here, but it can win you battles. And battles are what matter in Karn."

Obsidian let his head fall back, "The only positive I can say is that the weather is nice." He hummed softly, "So... if we're thinking that way, what happens if we have to split up? Someone has to go to the temple, right? At the same time, someone has to also be stopping James from getting there. Though it's still going to take some time to get there. What if by the time we arrive he's already gone to the temple and destroyed it?"

Callimer shook his head. "There's no way James would destroy the temple, it's part of his territory, there's no reason to. He already controls it and it would be extremely suspicious to the rest of Karn if he did, not to mention blasphemous. And we can't just try to get there before him, he was here before us, if he wanted to set up a blockade, he already has. No we'll have to go through James to get to the temple, either for his permission or to kick his ass first. We have to fight him while we're here anyways, his army is one of the forces we need to acquire while we're here."

"Maybe." Obsidian sighed, "Sorry I'm doubtful, it's just... I never thought it would be during my time. I thought he would wait a hundred years or so and start killing every single person. Not now."

"It was never going to go like that." Cal muttered.

"Penance always taught me to question... to question everything." Obsidian shook his head, "If you found one thing that didn't add up, you had to question it until someone gave you an answer. And I guess this whole movement is something I can never even get close to understanding." He snorted, "They are just mindless sheep, really. And that's why I'm here now... look... I'll respect Guardia's wishes. I'll fight on... I'm just scared, that's all. I have to raise every single negative possibility that can happen, and I know that's bad, but it's just what I'm so used to doing."

Cal shook his head and poked the fire once. "It is important to consider these matters, but you also have to be able to let them go or brush them off, you can consider every possibility, but you can't dig into or account for all of them. You've got to stick to what's likely and then branch out from there when you can."

Obsidian thought about that, "That's what saved everyone in the thieves' forest all those years ago, from what he told me. Well, more along bragged for several years that his quick thinking saved everyone's lives back then. What if I don't do that then, and we all die as a result?"

"Think about what you just said." Cal answered. "Quick thinking saved everyone. Not planning for every possible scenario. Because you can't plan for every eventuality, which means you have to start with the most likely and move down one step at a time."

"Yeah... I guess I get it. I'm not that good of a Penance, am I?" He asked with a chuckle.

Callimer squinted at the Weavile and wondered how to word his next statement. "Penance wasn't good enough to do all that either do you not remember any of the mistakes he made either? I also hope your hero worship didn't blind you to how as soon as he stopped feeling like he understood things it practically broke him. That's the kind of thing that happens when you don't just want to know everything, but think you have to know everything. Nobody does, nobody can. We're dealing with ageless, deific beings who still don't know everything."

Obsidian frowned, "You don't know Penance's ego. Even I don't know how many mistakes he's made in his life. He was a great planner, always was. Hell, he killed a general behind the scenes. That's how brilliant he was." The Weavile fell silent at that, then slowly stood up, "Hey, thanks for talking with me. I guess at this point we just have to see what happens."

Obsidian and Vee - A Potentially Dangerous Situation

The sun shined up high above the group, yet Obsidian hardly felt any warmth from the sun. The falling snow and icy atmosphere chilled him down to the bone... and he loved it. It was a far better setting than Beautruce was... well, except for the sight of the land being barren and the fact that anyone they saw would try to kill them. He was doing his best to push that fact out of his mind and came up with the perfect solution. "Hey," He walked alongside Vee as he stared over at the Victini, noting he was even shorter than the Weavile, "I need a distraction, so you'll do for today. I assume you have a few minutes, given we're just out in the barrens here."

The Victini, who had been warming his hands with a very, very small fire, looked up at the Obsidian and snorted. "Never thought I'd see the day when someone would consider me a distraction. If you're looking for that, go talk to one of the others. If you have any questions or guidance, then I'm more than happy to oblige. Otherwise, please don't talk down to me."

"So... it's fine for you to talk down to us, tell us that we aren't allowed to know things. Yet, when we fight for this world, when we've been sticking our neck out to protect everything Arceus created we can't do the same?" Obsidian raised his brow at that

Vee looked up at Obsidian and cocked an eyebrow. "What in Arceus's name are you talking about? I told you everything. EVERYTHING, back in Anatellia. I broke so many rules that other legendaries had set up and every norm about transparency with legendaries. All because I wanted to help you guys out! Every question you asked, I answered. Never once did I hold anything back there. A little appreciation would be nice!" The Victini pouted.

Obsidian sighed, "... I guess, yeah. Sorry about that." He glanced up at the sky, "From what Penance told me... and Guardia too, when Darkrai first came out of that crystal he was weakened. They used all of that golden energy on him and dwindled him down. I'm just confused, mostly. Right now he's probably stronger than he's ever been. I recall back in Anatellia you explained that you had been fighting Giratina somewhere, forgot where, but that you had to. I assume to make sure that the order of the world remained balanced. If you all could handle that, then why not just dogpile Darkrai when he came out? Wouldn't that be the best chance we had?"

"Like I said back in the north-country, when Darkrai first came out of his crystal thirty years ago, I was in Ereaghor, on the other side of the world. They were facing a crisis there, and if I wasn't helping there, it would have sunk," Vee explained. "Giratina had been gaining ground. If we abandoned the fight there, then maybe we could have beaten Darkrai here when he was weakened, but then Giratina would have enslaved half of Moriabu by now! Besides, there was no way for us to have known when Darkrai was to be released, given that Cresselia hadn't been revived, and she had the strongest connection with him as a Guardian."

"I guess." Obsidian frowned, "I just don't understand why we couldn't be warned. Like, I get it." He shrugged, "You all have secrets. If you just poofed in front of people and told them about the secrets of the universe or what not then I could understand the fear of something bad happening. Like someone capturing a legendary or two, or being stupid and doing something stupid wtih whatever knowledge you have, like with the Ancian. I could easily imagine a normal mon just trying to find the Ancian, I even read the account of someone who spent his life trying to find it. So I get that, but surely there has to be times where the rules don't matter, right? Where a situation is in such deep s**t that you can't follow the rules, right? Sort of like just recently."

Vee help up a hand. "Keep in mind we didn't know about the Ancian and Gabriel's plan until just now either," He explained. "If you had told me back in Anatellia about it, I would have told you everything I knew then too. And as for anything else," Vee shrugged. "I honestly don't know what else I could have done by appearing in front of you after Darkrai was released. You knew he was there, you knew his power, from all your documents, you knew what he could do, and you all took reasonable steps in the thirty years to prepare yourselves. You all knew about him. There was nothing else I could have told until I knew he would come back. That's why during the thirty years, I was searching for signs of him."

"... Who was he?" Obsidian asked. "I mean, yeah, we know his name, but is he like Cresselia? Well, I mean, I guess he is. With all the parts to make himself Darkrai. But... what happened to him? Why did he turn out to be... well, for lack of a better word, a psychopath bent on using other mon for his own needs? I assume you were alive when he was chosen. Only Guardians are revived over and over again."

"Like I said before, I was only born a few hundred years ago," Vee stated with a shrug. "Gabriel is far older than I am, and than most Pokemon who walk this earth. I don't know who he was before this, and I don't know why he became this way."

"And Celebi cut herself off." Obsidian muttered, "Meaning she wouldn't know either. I guess that brings that to my next question. I always heard that with power comes the ability to be corrupted by it. Like, kings for instance. Tollen has a king usually, but also a council. It's so that the king doesn't let power go to his head, say... by ordering the execution of everyone in one sector of the city. The council is there to stop him from allocating power all to himself. Same too with the Gold Tribe. They have second in commands that help balance the power out. Are there really no safeguards in place to stop a runaway Guardian? I guess I always assumed that Celebi could have pulled the plug, but she disconnected herself. If we survive this, these events are going to be written down by someone eventually. Someone is going to naturally tell the story, and what if some mon bound to be a Guardian reads it? And starts getting ideas? That's the fear I have. If we stop descruction this time... but one thousand years down the road it happens again, you know?"

"There are safeguards... well, there are supposed to be," Vee muttered as it crossed its arms. "The Guardians are supposed to keep each other in check. To balance each other out. To watch each other. Normally, I heard they allocated one Guardian to balance another, so Cresselia balanced Darkrai. But even after that, the other Guardians are supposed to step in if she couldn't. Problem is... they aren't. And I kinda want to know why just as much as you. Maybe its something you can all ask at the temples."

Obsidian nodded, "I guess. When WAS the last time you saw any Guardians? Or do you just not associate with them?"

"Running into a Guardian is a pretty rare thing," Vee explained. "I've only ever ran into two in my life. The first was Groudon, in our fight against Giratina about thirty years ago. The second was recently, Gabriel. I haven't even seen another. I did try to track down Groudon recently, but he disappeared after we stopped Giratina. Generally, legendaries keep to themselves, but the Guardians even more so only ever show themselves on rare occasions to non-Guardians. Even other legendaries."

"... What if he killed them all?" Obsidina murmured. "Just straight up took them out of the picture? He has so much power, enough to open the Ancian even. What if he could use that power to cloud Celebi's senses? Just kill the Guardians one by one? Or at least do something that made sure they couldn't react to him? Would that be possible? I mean, from what's been said, Guardians can't revert back to their original forms but he already broke that rule."

"You'd have to ask Celebi to be sure, but as far as I understand, she is either told, or can feel when a Guardian dies, and when a new one is needed to be created," Vee responded. "But you do make a good point. Gabriel has already broken one rule of the Guardians. If he found a way around the others... well, this'll be a short trip to the temples."

"How abou this then? How EXACTLY does his corruption work?" Obsidian asked. "I heard during the Silver War he basically could brainwash anyone into fighting for him. It's what happened to the Gold Tribe when they checked on his stone, and to Guardia's father. Even happened to Penance, as you know. What exactly can he do?"

"I know a bit about this," Vee stated with a nod. "As Pokemon, we only use a fraction of our capabilities, our inner potential. This is both physically, but more importantly mentally. One way to unlock that hidden mental strength is to walk with the legendaries, to Mega Evolve. Another way that Gabriel specifically interacts with the unused portion of a Pokemon's mind, is by bringing out that which is asleep, and putting asleep that which is awake. Every 'mon, even the most benevolent, has inner darkness. It is a subconscious part of us. Darkrai infused his will into the minds of others, and brings that darkness out. Thereby, he awakens their power, makes them stronger, but also because his own power was infused inside of them, makes them obedient to us. It is this power, this chaos power, which works to awaken our inner selves. Truth be told, I don't believe this inner power is inherently dark," Vee held a hand up. "This is just a theory, mind you. But I believe what he awakens is merely our inner potential, and it only comes out as inner darkness because his own power infuses within it. But it is the same with the plague, as it is with what happened during your war of silver. He used his powers to bring out more power, making 'mon stronger, and making them obedient. It is a power based on his own, his chaos and nightmare power."

".... Some spies we caught said that Darkrai was bringing something to Valkaria. That when it would be over he would use it and the start of the new world would begin in Valkaria, my home." Obsidian sighed, "I fear that he would use his power to enslave the denizens this way. Is it possible that if we awaken Cresselia, that she could reverse any of it, if it is to happen?"

Vee nodded. "Cresselia's passive powers counterbalances Darkrai's active one, in the same way that Cresselia's active power is trumped by Darkrai's passive one. They balance each other out. Darkrai's only been able to utilize his power to such an extreme because he doesn't have his natural counterbalance."

Obsidian nodded, "And you nor Celebi know what he is bringing to Valkaria, correct? Judging by what you said about the Ancian... it doesn't make sense. If he killed Arceus anywhere and assumed his position then the whole world would become his at once, not just starting in Valkaria, right?"

"I don't know what happens if Arceus dies, Obsidian," Vee shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what happens to the world, to everyone, to Darkrai. I don't know. I'm not even sure if Gabriel fully knows. I can only guess. And none of it is certain. At this point, your guess is as good as mine. But as for the thing... I am pretty sure I know what it is. Like I said before, the Ancian is a physical thing. He must have found it. The actual doorway, or one of them. The thing might very well be the Ancian."

"... What if we destroy it instead?" Obsidian asked. "Say things get worse to worse, we can't wake up Cresselia, Darkrai is about ready to open the door. Is it possible, in any manner, to destroy it before he can open it?"

"Vee shrugged. "I have not heard of anyone trying. I don't know if it can be. But we can definitely try."

"There has to be a way..." Obsidian murmured. "Cresselia contained her powers in a crystal. Is it possible that you can do the same? Pour some of your power into a crystal and that could work? Just throw it at the Ancian?"

"If that's the case, why can't I just fire at the Ancian myself?" Vee questioned the Weavile curiously.

"I think, if we're destroying the doorway at that point, you'll be dead." Obsidian pointed out. "If we're so desperate that we need to destroy the doorway, I think that every single big player on our side would long since be deceased."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," Vee muttered with a cross of its arms. "I think you'll be dead long before I am, personally," Vee stated bluntly. "I've already outlived most of you five times over."

"Yeah, but you're the legendary with the most power out of us all." Obsidian pointed out casually, "When Gabe gets pissed, who is he going to be aiming for? A Weavile whose thousands of attacks thrown at him barely scratch him, or the legendary being who is more of a nuisance? Just saying."

"Let's put it another way, who's he going to aim for, a legendary who may not even be next to him when it all goes down, or a Weavile whose dad kill his best General?" Vee shot back. "You all did a pretty darn good job of getting him peeved, don't sell yourselves short."

".... That is pretty true." Obsidian murmured, a sweat drop forming along his forehead, "Yeah... that might just make me target number one."

"That makes you a target," Vee countered. "I'm guessing you all did something at some point that got him going."

"Well, I guess what pisses him off most is having normal mon trying on their own will to survive." He chuckled a bit, "I guess he hates the fact that we're normal, and yet we're still beating him in some ways."

"Maybe you're right," Vee agreed. "I don't know much about Gabriel personally, but I bet he's the type of 'mon that has a big ego."

Obsidian shrugged, "It was like he let us come this far and get so much done. His top man died and now he's mad. But that means he's more prone to acting, right?" Obsidian fell silent, "I just can't help but think that he'll win. We still have yet to find that last piece and if we don't, I don't even want to think about what'll happen."

"Then I recommend not thinking about it," Vee replied. "Just do whatever you can to make sure it doesn't happen."

Obsidian crossed his arms at that statement, "I guess that's all we can do, huh? Kind of makes you feel powerless amid it all."

"I mean, maybe for you," Vee shrugged. "I find myself with often with too much power to know what to do with. If only it actually would do any good."

"Then why can't we, like, raze Darkrai's camps or something?" Obsidian asked. "You know, go in just throw fire everywhere, and leave. I would think that would make things more unstable on his side."

"That's what I've been doing since you last saw me," Vee answered with a nod. "Being an absolute pain wherever I can be. Mostly around the southern-country since I was watching over the Cresselia vessel in the process. I hear your side back in the eastern-country has been doing that though, whenever they aren't be obliterated... err... invaded by Darkrai forces."

"So... if you've been in their camps, what have you seen?" Obsidian asked. "Anything special that could give us a hand up?"

Vee shrugged. "I've mostly been in Morrian camps. Those nasty, sacrificial tribal 'mon to the west of the south-kingdom. I wouldn't say they're Darkrai's regulars. At least, I hope not."

"I think it's more that he's using them for his own purposes at the moment." Obsidian pointed out. "I think they hardly understand what's going on. How can a tribal mon even understand what's going on? A mon who hasn't even tried to figure out the universe, or even bothered to try and figure out what lies past their borders?"

"They don't need to know that," Vee explained. "All they need to know is who to call God and where he leads them."

"And that ignorance is what he feeds off of. How many are a part of his group that are the lowest of the low? How many lack any sort of education? Or even have the capacity to sit up one day and ask 'gee, could this destroy the entire world or kill everyone?'. It's often said the most ignorant mon are but tools to others. Gamblers who have no self control are controlled by those who hand them loans, those who lack any education fall into crime because they lack any sort of professional skills necessary to pull themselves up from their current predicaments. It's sad that most mon do not care about their education, and that ignorance is but a part of what helps beeds more tragedy into this world."

Vee glanced at Obsidian and hummed. "Hmm, curious thought. I don't know if I entirely agree with it, from my own experience. But it does provide interesting discussion."

"Like I said, it's one part. The ignorant take up arms for causes they have no understanding of. James doesn't understand it either. He doesn't care what Darkrai's ultimate plan is. It very well could be that every single mon in the world dies, him included, but he won't care. Cause Darkrai got him what he wanted, power. How many do you think joined his side cause he promised something that he could never give? Say, ressurect a loved one cause he's a god, ensure that all their enemies die horrible deaths cause he's a god, allow them to fly cause he's a god. Probably factoring into this is the thing he's planning with Arceus. He very well could just tell everyone he's planned to overthrow Arceus, and that he'll be able to grant all their wishes. Let me ask you, well, you probably don't know it, but ever heard of the Lebam Experiments?"

"Nope," Vee stated simply.

"It was a social experiment." Obisidan explained. "Penance always wanted me to know as much as I could. I read a lot of medical textbooks growing up. History too. Anyways, the theory put into the experiment was to take two sets of mon. One that knew the subject at hand, and the other group that knew nothing about the subject and tell them lies and truths about the subject. What the experiment concluded was that those without the knowledge about a particular subject would be more susceptible to the falsehoods spread about it. Like... they had one group of engineers who called out so called specialists about lies concerning constructing a building. The other group not only accepted the lies, but the lies were so bizarre that anyone with so much as a basic education could point out the flaws. Yet no one in the group did. Not only that, but there was a side effect of the acceptance of erroneous information. No one wanted to be called out as being dumb by the others in the group, so someone knew better, they would also accept the lies as facts. In essence, the need to be accepted by the ingorant trumped their own knowledge."

"You're very wordy, aren't you, young 'mon?" Vee asked as Obsidian concluded. "I prefer not to think about that depth within 'mon. I only care about what is, and what isn't. The world's too big for me to deal with such things."

"I want to change it." Obsidian said, "I think if everyone had an education, then things like this wouldn't happen. If there has to be a fight for any reason, it should be for an intelligent one, not one caused by fools."

"Then why are there intelligent 'mon on the other side, and unintelligent 'mon on ours?" Vee asked.

"Because, as I said, those of less intelligence want to be accepted by the mass of the ignorant." He smiled a bit, "Proving my point there in a way."

"But that's assuming those who we fight against are of less intelligence, or those who command on your side are more," Vee pointed out with a shrug.

"Actually, it's both ways." Obsidian stated. "Both sides are, frankly, made of less intelligent mon. How many fighting on our side really understand what's at stake? How many understand what Darkrai is after, or that he's trying to make a new world?"

Vee chuckled a bit. "Say, how old are you?"

Obsidian shrugged, "Just turned twenty-two about two weeks ago, or so. Wasn't keeping track all that well. I just know a lot cause Penance pushed it all on me. I was learning five hundred years of history by the time my peers were barely learning about the beginnings of Valkaria."

"You keep at it with your books," Vee stated with a nod. "It's good for 'mon to be knowledgeable. But I do caution you. Not everything is about knowledge. Some say knowledge is power. I say that is a complete lie. Knowledge can be power, but it can also be nothing. What would happen if a strong, less intelligent 'mon faced a weak, intelligent one?"

Obsidian patted his bicep, "Why do you think I look different from other Weavile? I'm not as sleek as I should be. If there was one thing Penance hated more than ignorance, it was those who are ignorant and can kill those who are more intelligent. Nothing like a stupid brute killing you, burning every book cause they can't win, and walking off to die the next day because they don't know which berries are poisonous and which aren't. Of course, for me, it's not enough. So I have tools on my side too that I learned to use. Liiike," He reached back into his pouch and pulled out a small containor which contained yellow powder, "This."

"Well I certainly hope you make use of all of your trinkets and tools in this north-country," Vee stated with a nod. "And hope your combined strength and intelligence is enough."

Obsidian smirked, "The thing I find most effective is using tools that others don't expect. How many mon here truly have had a piece of string placed against their throat that choked the life out of them?"

"Right, versus using your nice sharp claws?" Vee asked curiously.

Obsidian's smirk faded a bit as he coughed, "I... uh... don't like getting blood on me, if I can help it." He murmured out. "Before all this I never really killed anyone before. Knocked out with oxygen deprivation, sure, but not killed. And even now I haven't gotten into that many fights."

"Well from what I hear about the north-country, you're certainly not going to the right place."

"But it's necessary." Obsidian sighed, "And... well, I'm respecting Guardia's last request."

"Ah... right," Vee frowned. "You know, I did not know her very well, but she seemed like a 'mon of conviction. I will do my best to help you on the remainder of your quest, in her memory."

Obsidian just gave the legendary a small nod, "Though... I do have to ask you something else, if you don't mind."

"Sure, what is it?" Vee asked.

"What exactly ARE your powers?" Obsidian asked. "I've heard that you're a fire type, at least just in ancient myths and such. Is that true? Or is there more to it?"

"Fire and psychic," Vee answered plainly.

"So... being a legendary, does that mean you can do every single fire and psychic move ever?"

"Nah, that's a myth," Vee repleid. "I mean, kind of. I am capable of learning most, but that doesn't mean I can actually know them all at once."

"What's beyond that? I guess you're not over a domain, like Cresselia or Darkrai, but is there any other special stuff you can do? LIke... make volanoes explode or such?" Obsidian asked next.

"There's a lot of potential mythos around me 'mon like to say," Vee stated with a shrug. "I wouldn't put much into it. I'm pretty strong, that's all you need to know. Anything else will make you think I'm more than what I am."

Obsidian cocked his head at that, "... Well, if we end up in, say, a bad situation. Could you do anything other than teleporting that could really help us out?"

"Yeah, I could take down most 'mon I run into," Vee responded. "I'm pretty strong, like I said. I have a lot of energy pent up, some of which I can pass onto others. So I can help my allies keep going if they find themselves low on energy. Beyond that, if you're looking for some miraculous miracle move I might have, sorry to disappoint."

Obsidian nodded, "Just had to make sure. So I won't do anything too ridiculous out there, thinking you can just snap your fingers or something." He said with a soft chuckle.

"A ''mon can wish," Vee stated with a shrug.

Obsidian nodded at that, "True that. I just wish that Celebi knew where Cresselia's last piece was. That would make this all the more easier. The only real fear I have at this point is that it's not in Karn. That it was somewhere else all this time."

"Well, you should have listened to me and gone to the temples when I told you to back in Anatellia!" Vee squeaked. "Then you would have known!"

"But then Beautruce would have been destroyed." Obsidian pointed out. "And so many would be dead, not to mention that the plague would have been far more powerful, and in turn, Darkrai would have the plaguebringer around still. On top of that, we didn't know about James' ability till now. If we had tried to fight him we would keep on attacking and not understanding why he kept getting up after having a hole blown into his chest."

"That doesn't make sense," Vee stated. "You could have gone to the temples right after I mentioned them. And then do the other stuff after," It shrugged. "Whatever, always have a hard decision to make, I guess."

"Yeah, but we like to get things done in each area. Saves up on time." Obsidian stated, "And while we were here we would still have to account for James and any other generals under Darkrai's thumb."

Vee shrugged. "Well, I'm not a tactician, so I guess whatever you think is right, is right. Any other questions you have?"

"I think that covers it." Obsidian stated, "I just hope things aren't too hectic when we get to the capital."

"Have you ever been there?" Vee asked curiously.

"No. Penance's organization was hated by the people here. He sent a team tons of years ago. They died. All of them. They were spying, got discovered, and Karn got pissed."

"Ah, shame," Vee stated with a frown. "I never been either. I usually avoid big cities with lots of 'mon. Plus the north-country always had a reputation among us legendaries."

"And... that reputation would be?" Obsidian asked.

"A place not able to be saved... a place not worth saving," Vee muttered grimly.

"... I see. Then that allows Darkrai to easily sweep in then, if your eyes are averted." Obsidian stated plainly.

Vee nodded. "Maybe, but then again, I also hear of their strength. The leader of the country... I forgot who it is or what they call him. King? Something? Anyway, I hear he is strong."

"Strong enough to take you down?" Obsidian asked.

"I don't know," Vee shook its head. "I don't know their power compared to others. All I hear is he is strong, but that could mean anything. But I hear the north-country is very strength-oriented so as their leader, he must be near the top, maybe below his strongest warriors or something... right?"

"Maybe... but is it possible for a mon on their own to get to the level of a legendary?" He asked. "But what I don't understand is why this person hasn't been beaten by James yet. Based on what you said, James is immortal. One other mon couldn't defeat him. James and I talked before, his only wish is to be the most powerful. And Guardia knew the old king, and since she didn't react to James, that's evident he's not the king yet. Why hasn't he already gone and.. and..." He fell silent, ".... James was running as fast as he could... isn't that what the psychics back at the point told us?"

"Yeah, they said he was going pretty fast," Vee agreed. "Why?"

"... Darkrai was keeping him from doing things before. Took him from Karn and all. And now James knows we're coming here." Obsidian murmured out, his hands falling to his sides, "And if he knows we're coming here, and if Darkrai is pissed beyond all belief, and James has yet to kill the king of Karn...."

"You think he might be going for him now?" Vee asked. "If he does kill him, what happens? He controls everything, right?"

"It'll be a trap." Obsidian croaked out. "He knows we would come to see the king. We would come to see him. We would walk right into his palace, he would wave at us, and the guards would pounce us. It'll be a bloodbath. This isn't good. Not saying it is what is happening... but Darkrai is mad at us. Really mad at us. He gave James the go ahead to come on back here, and since he knows we'll come, what better thing to do than use multiple souls to survive the king, take his throne, and ensure we are killed or captured?" He began to pace, "And think about it. If that happens we deliver Celebi right into Darkrai's hands. It's a fool proof plan."

Vee placed a hand on its chin. "Things might have just gotten more complicated. But then again, if the Blaziken really did do that, all we have to do is beat him to get the throne ourselves, right?"

"Yeah... but if we just walk in there then he'll have back up too. Sure we could all fight against him, but do you know how many guards are in Karn? How many citizens would probably fight on his side? Now, the Gold Tribe and you are good at combat, but there are some of us not like that. Me for instance. I'm good in my element, but having ten muscle bound warriors rushing me? No chance, And for our healer? And Lia too? And we have finite numbers. The city can just keep sending mon after us again and again. Even if the Gold Tribe strikes down twenty, fifty will be running at them still." Obsidian bit his lower lip, "And if he does become king, he can decree anything. Like... the destruction of the temple. We stop in the capital, then he could just snap his fingers and destroy the temple before we get to it."

"I certainly hope this isn't the case..." Vee muttered. "If it is, this entire trip will be a lot more tough."

"But what we have is you." Obsidian thought for a moment, "I have an idea already. But we'll need the others around so I can explain it to everyone. We can discuss it tonight and see what everyone thinks of it. That sound good?"

"Shouldn't we have some sort of proof that this actually happened first?" Vee asked. "Let's first actually get closer to the city before we decide on anything. I don't want everyone to start worrying if this isn't the case. I mean, it's up to your leader, I guess... you should talk to him about it first. See if he thinks its what we should do."

Obsidian nodded to that, "Yeah... okay. Perhaps what we could plan is just a bit of reconnaissance. If anything, at least plan that and see what is going down."

Snype and Vee (with a bit of Raz) Legendary Blackjack

Snype seemed to be wandering around the camp in search of Vee. He figured since he was fairly new to the group he'd try to get to know a little more about the mon if he would open up to him. He wanted to make sure he was on the same page as everyone. He had experience communicating with legendaries more or less and he figured that Vee liked him well enough for a conversation. Even if it were just silly stuff. "Hey Vee? You got a minute?" Snype asked.

"Snype? Sure!" Vee chirped. "What's up?

"Kehehe, hope you don't mind, just figured I'd have a chat with ya. Since you're new to the group I figured I could at least do that. Never really did get that chance in Anatellia." Snype said with a wide grin. "Uh... what do you think of the others? I know they've had their varying opinions on legendaries and such. Just hope you aren't too uncomfortable. Kehehe. Heck even I've been a bit of a goofball toward ya," Snype said.

Vee shrugged. "I don't know yet to be honest... your group is strange. You just suffered a loss, so I don't know if I can judge you, but I also don't know if you can judge me, but it seems a lot of you are pretty quick to judge us legendaries, right off the Zubat," Vee stated. "Even if I did nothing but help you guys so far. I can't say I'm not a bit upset."

"Yeah... Sorry about all that but you have to understand. They've never been around a legendary before. You're all basically gods to us regular 'mon. They hear of your actions and just assume from there more or less. Unlike me, I've been hanging around a legendary for the past ten years or so. I kind of understand what to expect when talking to you guys. Besides your rather different personalities. Kehe," Snype said with a small laugh. "They'll warm up to you overtime. Kehe. Celebi hasn't been too chatty with them but I can understand why."

"Celebi hasn't been around other 'mon for thousands of years," Vee explained. "It's natural for her to be shy. How long did it take for her to trust you?" Vee questioned.

"Keheh, oh that? Ah it only took a few months or so. She always wore that robe all the time when she suddenly took it off and showed me she was a legendary? I was a pretty darn speechless Sableye that day. Keheh. That's kind of a long story though." Snype said. "We had an agreement at the time, to visit her and tell her stories whenever I did. Eventually I decided to try some other things to pique her interest. I showed her a few card games and we seemed to pick up from there. Kehe!"

"Only a few months, huh?" Vee questioned. "Quite fast... but even then it shows it takes time."

"Keheh, maybe if we have a chance I'll get the gang together to just have a chat. Keheh." Snype said as he pulled out a small deck of cards from his bag. "You ever play any kinda card games? Kehehe. Dunno if you legendaries have hobbies on their spare time. If they get any."

"What sort of games?" Vee asked. "I don't know any with the cards."

"Oh really? Kehehe! Well I'll educate ya a bit. Here we can play in my tent. It's a bit cold out here anyways. Kehe. Wouldn't want the cards to blow away or anything." Snype said as he beckoned Vee to follow him. "Kehe, It'll be fun trust me! You can tell your other buddies about it!"

"Buddies? Ah, OK, let's see it!" Vee exclaimed as it followed Snype to the tent. "So what happens?" Vee asked eagerly.

Snype had a small table set up within the tent. Or at least, a makeshift one made of whatever he could find. "Kehehe, ever hear of Blackjack? Fairly basic game but it has alot of depth to it! Kehehe. Its pretty popular back in the forest!" Snype said with a wide grin as he began to shuffle his deck of cards. "It's certainly more exciting with more people but its definitely manageable between two of us! Kehe!" Snype said as he placed the deck down in the center. He placed out a few select cards in order to explain the rules properly. "To put it simply, the main goal of the game is to draw enough cards to have a higher number then the opponent! Kehehe, but if it were just that, it would be far too simple! Nononono... you have to get the highest number, but on top of that, You also need to make sure you don't get higher than twenty one! As soon as you do that, you're out! Keheh! It's mostly down to luck!" Snype said with a snicker.

"The numbers here are simple enough. However the Queen, King, and Jack also count as a ten! So it's kind of a common one to snag! Kehe! The Ace however can act as either a one, or an eleven! Whichever you need! Keheh!"

Vee listened along intently, nodding sporadically whenever Snype was explained. It scratched its head a few times in confusion, but seemed to shrug. "I think I get it, mostly," Vee stated.

"Kehehe, you'll understand as we play! The game starts with the two of us each getting our own pairs of cards." Snype said as he shuffled the deck once more and pass two cards over to Vee and two down to himself. One was placed face up while the other was placed face down. "Usually we have a separate dealer for this sort of thing to prevent cheating. But it shouldn't be too big of an issue right now." Snype said as he placed the card down onto the center of the table and looked at his first two cards. "So if you think you have too low of a number you're free to grab another card. Up to 5 if you're lucky enough to get that many. Kehehe! Everyone can see your first card just to add a bit of tension to the game but the other cards are for your eyes only!"

Snype's first card was a seven. The remaining card was placed facedown. Snype lifted the card up slightly to peek at his number to demonstrate how to check the numbers.

"OK..." Vee glanced at the card he drew, a six. He then also peaked at the one underneath, following Snype's lead. "Uh... do I ask for more now or...?"

"Keheh, if you feel like you need another card then you can! If you're confident in your cards then you can leave it be." Snype gave off a confident smirk toward Vee after looking at his cards again.

Vee nodded and took another card. He examined it again and looked up at Snype. "Uh... what now?"

"Well.... I'm pretty confident in my cards! If your satisfied we both throw our cards in and see who has the highest!" Snype said.

"Right!" Vee exclaimed as he shows his cards. "Here ya go!" He stated happily. Along with a six, he had a nine and a jack. "Twenty-five! Beat that!"

Snype rubbed his head. "Keheheh... hate to break it to ya Vee but you went over twenty one! When that happens you automatically lose." Snype said as he showed off his cards. A seven and a ten.

"To be fair though, if you didn't take a shot at the card you would have lost anyways. Kehe! It happens don't worry!"

"What? I lost?" Vee muttered as he threw his cards into the air. "This game is weird!"

"Kehehe! Aw comon! Give it another go! Just one round isn't the end! Unless you bet all of your cash or something! kehehe!"

"OK, OK... one more!" Vee exclaimed. He picked up another set of cards, one facedown and one up. The first one upside was a four. "Hmm..."

Snype rubbed his chin as he noticed the four... Snype's own first card was a two. Both small numbers. "Kehehe... oh this will be good! I'm drawin a card. Kehe,"

Vee nodded. "Me too! I'll get one!"

Snype drew his card and seemed to tilt his head in confusion. "Hmmm... Kehehe... I'll draw one more." Snype said with a smirk. After he drew the card though he still didn't seem to satisfied. He looked up to Vee to see what he would do. Snype was still drawing so it was clear he still didn't pass twenty one.

Vee placed a hand to its chin and thought for a moment. After a bit of thinking, the Victini went and grabbed another card. "Alright."

Another card draw! And Vee seemed to still be in the game! Or maybe he already lost and wasn't aware again? Snype seemed to be alright with his number but he was afraid his next draw would ruin his hand. "Hrmm..." The Sableye decided not to risk it. "Alright. I'm set."

Vee smiled and turned over its cards, revealing a ten and another four, making eighteen. "Eighteen!"

"Nooooo! Aahhh I should have drew another card!" Snype said as he placed down his four cards. A two, and eight, a five, and a three. It was a draw. "So close too! What was the next card anyways?" Snype said as he reached out to peek at the deck. It turned out to be an eight. "Keheh, Well I guess at least none of us lose anything in the process. Oh yeah! Kehe. We aren't betting anything! But hey not bad there! You got me really tense there!"

"So what are the stakes normally for this game anyway?" Vee asked curiously.

"Usually money! But sometimes we get more creative back in the forest. Personal belongings, food, clothes if you use em, Kehehe! You should try this game with a group! It gets really intense!" Snype said with a wide grin. "How about it? We don't have to bet money or anything. Our bet could just have one of us do something really silly before we get to Karn!"

"Silly like what?" Vee asked eagerly, seemingly interested.

"Kehehe, well that's up to you to decide! You could dance, Dare your opponent to do something embarrassing, things like that! Kehehe! I once made a bet with one of the thieves and he had to run around and give a hug to every single thief he saw! Kehehehe! Was absolutley hillarious! Kehehe!" Snype said with a wide grin.

"Hugs?" Vee repeated. "How bizarre... you normies sure are interesting."

"Kehehe! Yeah! Hey I could have made him kiss everyone to make it worse on him! Kehehe!" Snype laughed. "How bout it? Wanna up the stakes?"

"Did someone mention stakes?" A voice called from outside. The head of Razathiel popped into the tent, scanning the interior curiously. "It's been a while since I watched someone burn alive. Actually, that's not true, it hasn't been very long at all, though I guess it has still been a while since I last witnessed a burning at the stake- what's going on?"

"Keheh! Blackjack! Wanna play?" Snype asked.

"Card games? Oh, those kind of stakes then," the wizard rolled his eyes and stepped fully inside the tent before turning to the Victini. "Has the sly bastard robbed you of all your material possessions yet?"

"I don't have much to be robbed of," Vee replied with a shrug. "Why? Are you suggesting I would lose?"

"Kehehe! Oh yeah! I don't think Raz has faith you would win a bet! Kehehe!" Snype said with a snicker.

"Against the King of Thieves?" the Ralts snorted. "Call it intuition, but something tells me you might be prone to losing a few things when posed with that match-up."

Vee smirked. "Something tells me you don't know what they say about Victini. But I'd be happy to let you find out!"

"Kehehe! Bring it on then! Name your bet! And I'll match up with something of my own! kehehe!" Snype said as he already started to shuffle the cards. "Hey Raz! Wanna be our dealer?"

"Of death? Oh, the cards. Sure. I'll shuffle them after every pick, just so it's extra fair," the wizard assured the duo, swiping the deck from Snype with his Psychic grasp and beginning to shuffle.

"Deal to me!" Vee demanded confidently. "I... uh, don't know what really to wager though."

"Snype leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet on the table as he thought of a good bet to make toward Vee. Something a legendary would never do. "Hrmm... ohohoho, I got a good one. Instead of petting money or possessions, we'll bet on having the opponent do something humiliating! If you win, then I'll do whatever crazy thing you want me to do! And same to you if I win! Keheheh!" Snype said with a devilish grin.

"Humiliating?" Vee asked. "I don't know why I would do that for fun."

"Cause it would be funny! Kehehe! Perhaps you don't see the charm of mischief like I do! You could make me do a silly dance, sing, run up to some random mon and make a fake confession to them, call you a name for a week, you just gotta be a little creative on it! Course, if you have a better idea I'm open to anything."

Vee shrugged. "Well, I suppose I can still win with this anyway, so deal!"

"Kehehe, alright then! Let's roll!" Snype said as the cards were passed out to the both of them. Snype's first card was a king. Ten right off the bat. Snype either had a really high card or a really low one after that. The Sableye just blinked and kept a straight face. Vee looked at its first card, a nine, and also tried to keep a straight face.

"I stay on these two," Vee stated.

Snype's odds were looking good. Snype smirked at the Victini. "Kehehehe, My odds are lookin good tonight!" Snype said confidently as he placed out his cards. A king and a nine.

Vee opened his eyes wide and chuckled a bit, revealing his own cards. "Would you look at that," He stated, revealing he too had a king and a nine.

Snype nearly lept over the table and dropped his jaw. "WHAT?! Another draw?!" Snype shouted out in surprise. "Gah! Alright we're going again! We aren't leaving this tent until one of us wins! Kehehe!"

"Deal us, then!" Vee exclaimed to Raz, getting excited by the game. The cards were once again dealt out. Snype looked down at his cards once more. He started off with another king. "Hrmmm....mgghh..." Snype muttered.

Vee received his own card, a three. "Hmm... give me one other!" He exclaimed. The card was slid over to Vee. Snype didn't seem to want to risk drawing again though. "Hmm... another!"

"Wha- well.... alright aren't you confident! Kehehe!" Snype said as another card was thrown to Vee. He was debating taking his chances himself now... but... "Hmmm... Gah fine! I'm feeling lucky! another draw!" Snype said as he card was passed over to him. The Sableye just stared down at the card he got and was silent. He suddenly fell off of his seat. "Ahahaha.... oh... okay..."

"That bad, huh?" Vee questioned as the Victini flipped over its cards to reveal a pair of threes, and a ten. "Whatcha got?"

"Ahahah...." Snype flipped his cards over and showed a 22. He previously had an 18." Guess I was doomed from the start anyway eh? Keheheh...." Snype said with a bashful grin. "Good job there Vee. The extra draws got me really nervous. Kehe"

"Yeah! I win!" Vee exclaimed happily. "Right?"

"Yup! Kehehe... and uh... that means I can do whatever you want me to do! Any kind of humiliating thing you can think of! Kehehe.... gotta say I'm uh... not sure what to expect."

"Aww, gee, not sure what to ask of you," Vee stated with a shrug. "... I have to think about this... I don't really know what accounts for humiliating to you..."

"Kehehe! Well, I guess it'd come down to whatever would make you laugh." Snype said as he rested his feet on the table, awaiting whatever Vee would have in store for the Sableye. "What accounts as humiliating to you? Might apply all the same here."

Vee shrugged again. "To be humiliated for me is to be completely become powerless... I wouldn't want to go that harsh on you... I don't really know what to do."

"Kehehe, aw darn you I gotta give you a bit of 101 on mischief! Kehehe! I mean I don't wanna choose one for ya either... hmmm..." Snype rubbed his chin and debated what to do about to situation. "Well... anything that makes you laugh at all? Keheh! You could try something like that!"

Vee turned to Raz, "Got any suggestions here?" Vee asked the wizard.

"Nothing from me," the Ralts shrugged.

"Kehe aw don't worry bout it. You can think of somethin' later if ya gotta. Personally if I won? I'd make ya dance or test your singing voice! Kehe!"

"Do that, then!" Vee stated suddenly. "Do a dance."

"How boring," Raz murmured.

"Well I don't have anything else I can think of!" Vee exclaimed. "I don't usually do this sort of... activity."

"Ah you'll get used to it the more ya play!" Snype said as he got into the table and began to do a step dance. Vee suddenly stopped the Sableye with a motion of his hand.

"Hang on... something tells me this won't exactly be humiliating for you," Vee stated with a small grin. "What do you say I wait for this? And when I actually learn a bit more about this and think of something proper, then I can use it."

"Kehe, alright fair enough!" Snype said as he slid over a spare deck of cards to Vee. "Here! A prize for beating the king of thieves. Kehehe. Show your other legendary friends when this war is over."

Vee's eyes lit up and it reached for the cards. "Hey, thanks!" Vee stated with a smile. "I definitely will!"

"Kehe, guess they don't call ya the victory mon for nothing huh? Glad you guys know how to stop and have some fun here and there. Kehe" Snype said with a small thumbs up. "Next time we should get a bigger group together. I know a few more card games we could play. Kehe."

Vee nodded. "Sure, for the next time we have some free time!"

Welcome to Karn

For the longest time, there was nothing but snow and hail. The group continued east through the white emptiness of Karn. For almost two days, they ventured through the frozen wastelands of the enormous country, with no end in sight. The entire time, they continued as they were instructed, heading east, until they would see smoke. Although it seemed like a never end, eventually, through the snow and hail, smoke could be seen in the distance. With their path set, the group ventured forward, toward the smoke. The closer they got, the more smoke they began to see. Abel didn't know for certain what this smoke was, until they got close enough to see. It was the sight of a city on fire. It was the sight of a city burning.




Built on the bones of a thousand Pokemon, and kept with the blood of a thousand more. That is one of the oldest sayings to come out of Karn, and of the origin of its capital, Daggen. The reality, however, is even more brutal than the saying. Daggen's history is a bloody one. Hundreds upon hundreds of times has it been sacked, destroyed, conquered, succumb to disease, famine, or plague, before being built back up. It is said a builder will always have a job in Daggen, because every day, something substantial will be destroyed. It has been the subject of economic strife beyond its measure, mostly because of the fact that in Karn, it is the strong who rule, not the most capable.

Indeed, Karn has many problems. However, there is one common theme here. Karn's problems are created internally. The war, strife, famine, and general poor state of the country is by the Karnian's own doing. Daggen may have been destroyed and rebuilt a thousand times over internally, but not once in the history of the nation has a foreign force been strong enough to do so themselves. For all its problems, Karn is a warrior nation, a nation built on the principles of strength and power. Without a doubt, it is its greatest and most prominent feature. It is said anyone can rise in Karn. Birthright and wealth mean nothing in Karn. A Pokemon can be a noble one day, and be in the slums the next.

Status is determined by a single aspect: strength. The stronger you are, the higher up the ladder you are. Nobles are in actuality strong warriors. High-ranking officers are the same, and the strongest warriors in the land are the Emperor and their Five Grand Generals, who command the armies of Karn. Strength is shown through multiple ways, such as through contests and battle against opposing nations. However, the most common way is through dueling. A duelist in Karn is the most common profession. In fact, mostly every Karnian citizen list their profession or back-up profession as a duelist, almost as a requisite employment. However, even if one is not a duelist, Karnians typically challenge each other to fight anytime they like for whatever reason they like. Karn's armies are without a doubt the mightiest of any of its neighboring countries. Rumor has it any one Karnian soldier can take on two soldiers from any other nation. Combine that with the fact that Karn's army is also the largest in terms of quantity, and Karn is both a deadly foe and a powerful ally.

The Capital of Daggen is a cesspool of violence and brutality. Pokemon lie dead on the streets, the city is always burning, and screams and yells could be heard all across. Many visitors to Daggen wrongfully believe that the city is under attack when they lay eyes upon it. In reality, this is just the natural environment of Daggen: dark, deadly, and dangerous. The city extends across the land in many directions, in an enormous range of homes of different, albeit crumbling, architecture. The most impressive of which is the Tower of Rising, an immensely humongous Castle in the very center of the city. It is a broken up, smokey ruin, said to crumble a little more every day. No one knows how long it has been there, because no one in all its years has been able to replicate its grandiose size and scope. However, two things everyone knows about the tower: it is the only absolute thing in Karn, in that through all the wars and strife, it has never crumbed, and it is here in the Tower of Rising where the Emperor of Karn sits and reigns.

"What the f*ck..." Cythera couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh, my," breathed Razathiel the Dreadmage, somewhat overtaken at the sight of the place. "Isn't it glorious? Thank **** we finally came here, this looks like my kind of place. My kind of place indeed..." The wizard stowed his staff away and brought his hood down, taking in the scenery and allowing the scent of destruction to fill his nostrils.

"How can this be your kind of place?" Vee asked incredulously as it looked out into the city. "Arceus the rumors about this place were right..."

"Have I not explained it to you upwards of three times already?" Raz snapped. "Glowing red eyes? Malevolent Psychic powers? Sharp and devious intellect? I'm an evil wizard of terrifying villainous magnitude, of course I'm at home amongst violence, carnage and ruin."

"It really is just like all the stories... in some ways it's even worse." The Emerald Sentinel muttered to himself. Razathiel turned to face the Dragonite in momentary happy confusion, before realising that the Gold Tribe leader probably wasn't talking about stories of his dastardly exploits. "Alright everyone, stay close. We're going to see the Emperor, and nobody's going to stop us." Sentinel announced, looking around for the clearest path through the destruction. "You know, in a way Karn is probably the biggest stall to Darkrai's power. Everything may look like chaos, but here, violence and strife are order. And it's an order that's never disrupted."

"And yet it very well could be James already." Obsidian pointed out. "Shouldn't we do some recon first? Make sure that nothing too big has changed? I mean, James was running to his destination pretty fast."

"How would we know what's changed and what hasn't?" Abel asked. "None of us has been here before."

Obsidian frowned, then reached into his pack to bring out a small SEC bracelet. "I guess if we're going in... we're going in."

"That's probably one of the biggest reasons why Darkrai wants to conquer this place," Vee muttered as he began to follow Callimer down to the city. The Victini lifted his hood over his face more, to cover its identity from the Karnians. "Arceus, look at it," Vee muttered, as it examined the street in front of them. Multiple Pokemon were fighting each other across the streets. A Mightyena was engaging a Tyrogue. A Flareon was burning down a set of homes to the left with two Politoads trying to put the fires out, while simultaneously firing at the Flareon as well. All while this was going on, other 'mon walked casually through the streets, as if nothing at all was going on. "What is this place?"

"I-I don't know," Anna answered Vee. She watched the horrors of Karn before her. She tried to hold her fear, but it was so easy for the little Mareep to show it. "But I am wishing Karn will prove to be the least difficult for us to deal with." Anna knew in her heart that wish wouldn't come true.

"Snype," Celebi muttered somewhat frightfully. "I'm scared."

Snype kept close to Celebi. He wasn't going to keep her out of his sight. "I know Cel... I'm pretty scared myself honestly. I've wanted to expand to Karn for awhile now but I've never actually seen it with my own eyes... damn we wouldn't have lasted a second here unprepared..." Snype said with a hint of concern. Snype reached his hand out to Celebi to hold onto hers. Celebi quickly grabbed hold of Snype's hand and clutched it tightly.

Sentinel kept the pace brisk, not slowing down or speeding up regardless of what was in their way. "Don't worry Celebi, we-" One of the fighting Karnians, a Brelloom stumbled in their path after an attack from some opponent he was scrapping with, and was quickly slugged and sent flying straight into a wall by the green Dragonite, who didn't so much as slow down afterwards. "-won't let anything happen to you."

As the Brelloom was sent flying across the pathway, a few of the fighting Karnians turned toward the source of the strike. A few glared menacingly at the group, specifically the giant green Dragonite. One of the Politoad, gritted his teeth and stormed toward the Dragonite. "Who the f*ck do you think you are, huh?" The Politoad yelled angrily. "I ough-" The Pokemon was suddenly cut off when another group of three Pokemon stepped in front of the Politoad. The three were a Sawk, a Quilava, and a Vigoroth. The three looked more solemn and serious than the rowdy crowd around, and each of them had a matching tattoo just below their left eye. They all also seemed to be carrying fresh wounds, as if they have just came out of an altercation, and were barely standing.

"Jiran, destined to die," The Sawk stated to the Politoad, as he gave him a quick, strangely polite bow.

"Melissa, destined to die," The female Quilava repeated the same words as well as the bowing gesture, both to the Politoad and other Pokemon around, who angrily seemed to converge around the three Pokemon.

"Sen, destined to die," The Vigoroth also stated, also giving them a bow of their head.

After their actions, more than a dozen Karnian Pokemon around seemed to gather menacingly around the three. "F*cking slave warriors!" The Politoad angrily yelled.

"Why don't you go back to your chains and rot in hell, slaves!" A Mightyena spat venomously.

"You've no business around us, you trash!" Another Karnian Swellow cried out.

The three were swarmed by the group of Karnians, all of them seemingly out for blood. Abel could see the venom and hate in each of their eyes as they struck at them. The three surprisingly managed to hold their own in the uneven confrontation, with them getting a few good hits on the surrounding Pokemon. But eventually they landed killing blows to both the Sawk and the Quilava. The Migthyena struck at the Quilava's neck just as she had taken down two Growlithe, and the Sawk was struck from behind with a horn through its chest from a larger Rhyhorn.

The Vigoroth, however, was surprisingly holding his own. He made quick work of over a dozen Karnian Pokemon around him. Abel watched the altercation briefly as the group passed by. He could tell just by watching, the 'mon had a decent level of skill. Maybe even Gold Tribe level. And he seemed to be fighting injured too. He turned and struck at the Rhyhorn that previously murdered his comrade with his claws, bringing the creature down. The Migthyena and Politoad backed away for a moment.

"Sh*t, that's one of their three leaders, ain't it?" The Politoad cried with a bit of fear now. "W-why won't you just die?! Don't you know you don't deserve to live anymore, ya f*cking piece o-" Before the Politoad could finish, the Vigoroth managed to reach him and slash at his throat, ending both his sentence and his life. The Mightyena used this opportunity to strike at the Vigoroth's neck. He bit into it and managed to puncture him deeply. The Vigoroth cried out from the pain, but struck his claws into the Mightyena attached to him, and ripped him apart until he was no more. Abel observed as all across the 'mon, a pile of dead 'mon resided. The Vigoroth himself looked like he was about to fall over any second. He shakily walked over to his Sawk and Quilava comrades, and closed their eyes. He closed his own eyes briefly, saying a few words under his breath, before he got up again. The interaction was somewhat surprising to Abel, who didn't expect any Pokemon of Karn to show any level of nobility. Just who were these 'mon exactly?

The Vigoroth glanced around, still panting heavily from the fight he had just had, and still bleeding quite heavily from the wound on his neck. He caught sight of the group led by Sentinel, and shakily limped in front of them. He squared up to them, and once more bowed respectfully toward them. "S-Sen..." He muttered shakily, barely standing. "... destined to die."

Without batting an eye Sentinel mimicked the Vigoroth's bow. "Emerald Sentinel, leader of the Valkarian Gold Tribe. I can honestly say after that display that it's an honor to meet you Sen. Your skills are impressive, but even more-so is your perceived sense of honor, it's rare in this land."

The Vigoroth tilted his head and widened his eyes. He seemed surprised at Callimer's actions, as if he weren't expecting it. "Y-you are not one of Serving... are you?" The Vigoroth asked weakly. "You do not have the mark... What is Valkarian Gold Tribe?"

"We are the protectors of another land." He explained. "We do our best to keep order there, it is a much more peaceful place than Karn with very different customs... At least, it used to be more peaceful. We have our own mark." He finished, turning to brandish the emblem on his left arm.

"... The Guardia mark," The Vigoroth muttered, still panting heavily. He collapsed to one knee and groaned from the pain.

"Guardia mark?" Cal raised a non-existent eyebrow and gestured to the Floette close behind him. "Cythera, can you please help Sen stay on his feet?"

"O-on it!" Cythera answered, finally snapping out of her daze from watching the unbelievable scene before her. She created a Grassy Terrain underneath Sen, and began casting Wish while she came closer to take a better look at his wounds. Her Psychic abilities kept pressure on the puncture wounds on his neck.

Snype glanced down to his own Gold Tribe emblem, clenching onto it tightly with his spare hand and holding even tighter onto Celebi to make sure she kept close. "The Guardia Mark?" Snype said as he showed the emblem on his cloak. What in the hell kind of place was this?

"... I get it." Obsidian stated. "They are isolated here in Karn. They haven't heard about the Gold Tribe outside of these lands. The only Gold Tribe member to really enter is Guardia, so they think the Gold Tribe insignia refers to those who are allied with her." He frowned, "How ignorant..."

"The Guardia mark," Sen repeated as he pointed to Cal's and Snype's Gold Tribe emblem. He felt a bit more at ease as the Floette began healing him. "She brave warrior that came through here before," Sen explained. Able caught that the 'mon seemed to have a limited language, as if he were a foreigner, or barely learned the tongue in general. Sen continued. "She like you, she bow before Sen, she say kind words. She friend to Serving. She Sen's friend. She no kill Sen even though she could have... like you. You... you come from her land?"

"And they are not very articulate." Obsidian sighed wearily, "And those that are want to kill everything they see. Just... great."

"That... Shouldn't matter Obsidian." Anna said from behind the other 'Mon. She was still shaken up by everything that had transpired thus far, but Sen's curious relationship with Guardia gave her something else to focus on. "This is the culture of Karn and we're lucky to have found a friend before we found a fight."

"We come from several different lands, Guardia's included. We're here to fight in her honor." Snype explained.

"In her honor?" Sen repeated in confusion. "She not come with you?"

Obsidian looked away, "... So, should we tell him?" He asked Snype, "She's our one link to this land. What if they find out about what... happened?"

"What does it matter? She's not here one way or another. But that's up to Cal. I can't say I have the right answer here..." Snype said.

Sentinel had remained quiet ever since he asked Cythera to tend to Sen, hearing more about Guardia had gotten him thinking, and his mind was a whirlwind of planning, pain, and a little excitement. "Guardia was killed by an extremely powerful pokémon named Gabriel just before we came here, Sen. She died protecting our goal of stopping the very same one she was slain by, and now we've come here for a very crucial piece in stopping him. I was her second, and with her death I've had to step into her leadership... Tell me, does the name Cresselia mean anything to you?"

"Guardia is... dead?" Sen asked in shock. "I... I cannot believe... and Gabriel the Darkrai kill her..." He muttered. "She was friend... I am sorry," The Vigoroth sighed deeply and shook his head. "I do not know the word Cresselia. But... if Guardia is dead, and you are from Guardia land, then you must go see Emperor. You have not been before to Karn. You must go see now. I take," He said weakly, as he rose to his feet shakily.

"That's just what we were on our way to do. Thank you." Cal answered, stepping behind Sen and gesturing for everyone to follow.

Kaveri reached into the pack on her back and pulled out an Oran Berry which she then offered to Sen. "If Guardia gave you her friendship, then you deserve ours as well," she said, offering the Vigoroth a smile before following after her brother. Sen glanced at Kaveri and took the berry, though he did so somewhat cautiously. He offered the Floatzel a bow of his head, though didn't return the smile.

Cythera, who's mind was on high alert after seeing what Karn was like, happened to notice that their resident evil wizard was missing. "Hey, sorry to interrupt your thing but where the hell is Raz?"

"What?" Sentinel turned around with a scowl and scanned the area around him. "Raz? Where did you run off to?" His tail slammed into the ground hard enough to shake it a few feet around him for emphasis at the end of his sentence.

"Eh?" Razathiel came out of an alleyway nearby, almost skipping with elation. "You louts all just stayed here? You should have seen it- I just killed like fifteen people! I didn't even have to start anything, they all just came at me! Look, look over back there behind me, look how big the pile is! This is great!" Cythera only looked at him in disgust. Vee shook its head in disbelief as well, incredulous that Raz found pleasure in this. The wizard huffed, "What, never seen an evil wizard in his element before? Hell, you should at least be moderately pleased to find I'm on top form, honestly..."

"I just don't want you getting left behind because you're off prancing about having your fun." Cal scolded.

"Hey, they came at me!" Razathiel gasped with a hand to his chest, mock-offended. "Frankly, I should be scolding you lot for not helping me - or perhaps not, as I doubt there's much you could have done what with me being so deathly efficient at the whole slaughter business..."

"Hey, I'm on contract here until this thing's over, or at least until big greeny kicks the bucket. Otherwise I would've more than happily joined you," Silence said with her claws raised helplessly.

"Don't count on it happening anytime soon." Sentinel said.

Obsidian stared on at Sen and took in a deep breath, "Sen... who is the emperor of Karn currently?" He asked.

Sen turned to Cythera and nodded his head in appreciation for his injuries. "Thank you," He stated with a bow of his head. Before he turned his head and lead the group through the bloody streets of Karn. Around them, various 'mon continuously fought, whether it seemed to be sparring, or full on brawls. Some seemed to be fights over simple things, like misunderstandings. Others poured out from the local bars, which Abel noticed there were a lot of. Others seemed more professional, fighting for a particular purpose. Nearly half of the Pokemon they passed seemed to have fighting on their mind.

Sen glanced briefly at Obsidian and shook his head. "I not allowed to speak his name, or the five Grand Generals. I am of Serving, it not allowed. I will take you before him."

Cal nodded and made fully sure everyone was gathered this time before he signaled they could leave. "Let's go then."

As the group walked forward a bit more, they were suddenly intercepted by a trio of Nidoking along the streets. "Oi! Look at this group, lads! This slave's leading 'mon! Leading! The ****'s up with that?!"

"What's up, you ****ing brutish mongrels?!" Razathiel yelled cheerily at them.

"Oh here we go." Cal muttered, pinching his temple. "F*ck going for a walk I guess..."

"What did you say to me, tiny?" The head Nidoking asked threateningly. "You have any idea who I am, you puny ****? I fought under the Eidragon! Who the f*ck do you think you are?!" The Nidoking glanced at the Vigoroth in front of the group. "Being led by a slave. Oi! What do you think you're doing, anyway? Day's still early, did you already kill your quota? I f*cking doubt that!"

The Vigoroth bowed his head and averted his gaze. "They are from outside Karn. I bring to tower to be tested."

"Outsiders?!" The Nidoking howled. He pointed menacingly at the group. "You f*cks ain't leaving this country alive!" He roared, and the three attacked. The head Nidoking stampeded toward the group, trying a Take Down on them. Meanwhile, the other two prepared a set of Mega Punches.

Echoing out a draconic growl in annoyance at being delayed yet again Cal leapt forward and locked hands with the lead Nidoking, stopping the Takedown in its tracks and leaning in to look him in the eye, catching him completely by surprise. "I feel you should be warned, I'm in a really bad mood lately. And the last two pokémon that stampeded at me were a Nidoking that was basically an actual king, and a Rhyperior who was the personal mount of one of the god of chaos' favorite servants, and by the way, was quite a bit bigger than you. Guess how that went for them?" And with his stance laid out Cal made his point by lifting the Nidoking up in the air from where their hands were locked and slamming him down on his knee as hard as he could. The Nidoking coughed up blood and was unconscious instantly.

"Who do I think I am?" Razathiel repeated the words of the Nidoking, cackling as one of his compatriots approached with a Mega Punch. The wizard jumped up into and over the large 'mon's advance, flinging a bolt of Psychic energy at the base of his throat. The Nidoking croaked out in pain and stumbled onto the floor in surprise.

Rattles leapt into the air over the third Nidoking and intensified gravity while in midair, sending her heavy form plummeting towards her enemy. As she fell, she began spinning rapidly, holding her feelers out for a Power Whip at the same time until she brutally slammed down on her foe. The Nidoking was slammed onto the ground fiercely by the Ferrothorn's attack, and joined his fellow Nidoking in unconsciousness.

"Did I really not-?" Razathiel looked back in annoyance at the Nidoking that had approached him, still very much in one piece. He grumbled under his breath as he approached again, lifting up the huge 'mon in his Psychic grasp, positioning him in a way reminiscent of his earlier charge and then launching another Psychic bolt at his neck. The Drill Pokémon's head flew from its shoulders as Raz sidestepped the remainder of its body, which crashed to the floor. "There we go, that's more like it. Bloody Nidokings. Barely any necks, and fairly substantial chins - really have to concentrate to get the heads off of the bastards. Probably should have just gone for a more conventional shot, but there you go. A little off, perhaps - maybe I should be fighting with my staff, or something..."

After watching Raz, Rattles turned back to her own fallen foe and stared for a moment before raising one of her feelers over its head. "RATTLES, NO!" Shouted Cythera, stopping the ever-obedient Ferrothorn. She made sure to shoot Raz another disapproving glare before sitting on top of Rattles once more.

"You fight well," Sen stated with a respectful nod.

"They didn't seem all that tough to me," Abel commented. "Maybe Karn's reputation for power was exaggerated?"

"We've been through a lot to get here." Callimer said. "And every step along the way has made us stronger... but besides that... well, we should go."

Sen nodded and continued forward to the large, damaged town in front of them. Abel was surprised by just how enormous it was. Along the way, various other 'mon were targeting and fighting each other. It seemed like the city was an endless battle. Celebi had been mostly quiet, hanging behind with Snype. Vee, meanwhile, decided to speak up.

"Say, Sen, right?" Vee began. "What did those Nidoking mean when they said kill your quota?"

"I am one of Serving, we former slaves of Karn," Sen explained as he walked forward. He looked back at the cloaked Victini and pointed to his tattoo. "We are marked by it. Before Karn was big, these were many lands. Then Karn fight and make them one. The losers become the slaves. But this Emperor say slaves no more, if they can fight and kill and be strong. We become free if we kill enough. This way," He gestured on toward the Tower before them.

"If those Karnian bastards were actually strong, they wouldn't need slaves," the Dreadmage scoffed. "Well, I wish you the best of luck. And all the power to you if you manage to eventually rise up and kill the bastard responsible for your entrapment. That I'd like to see."

"This emperor?" Cal muttered to himself as they walked, noting the apparent implication.

"Uh... You didn't recently lose an emperor did you?" Snype asked in concern.

"What?" Sen asked as he turned to the group. "No, no new Emperor. The Emperor does not lose. The Emperor cannot lose. But it was this Emperor who made new law about slaves. Years ago," Sen explained.

Snype sighed in relief. His biggest fear was set at ease. "Kehe, Guardia told me just as much. Sounds like quite the warrior."

Sen nodded. "You will see," He responded. The group approached the Tower, now directly below it. Abel observed a long line of 'mon in front of the entrance to the tower, where guards were stationed. There seemed to be two doors in front. One was short, with only one 'mon standing in front of it. The other was where the crowd of Pokemon lined up. Sen passed the line with his head lowered, averting the gaze of Pokemon around. The Pokemon in the line watched the group as it proceeded to the front, to where two guards stood watch. There was a Scizor and a Tyrantrum. The Scizor gazed at the group, and then at Sen in front.

"What do you want, slave?" The Scizor asked hatefully, albeit relatively calmly.

"I bring outsiders here," Sen responded with his head lowered.

"Oh, yeah?" The Scizor asked as he observed the group. "You all here to stay in Karn as individuals or are you representing a country or somethin' like that?" He asked them.

"What's the difference?" Abel asked the Scizor.

"If you're tryin' to get into Karn to stay as an individual, you take that line," He explained, pointing to the long line to the right. "There you show your worth and work your way through the tower. If you reach high enough, you can stay. If you don't, you leave, or you die," He stated simply.

"What if we're representing a larger group?" Sentinel asked.

The Scizor grinned. "Then you take this line," He stated, pointing to the door to his right with nobody in front of it. "And we take you to the top, and the Emperor will see your worth."

"Guardia must have taken that door. She ended up facing against the emperor alone afterward. What do You think Cal?" Snype asked.

Cal stared the Scizor straight in the eye and nodded towards the door. "Take us to your Emperor, he won't find us a waste of his time."

The Scizor nodded mischievously and opened the door. "You got the front, Dec?" He asked the Tyrantrum beside him, who made a quick nod. The Scizor began to go inside. Sen, remained in place outside, not moving an inch. Vee looked over to the Vigoroth.

"Are you coming in?" Vee asked Sen.

"The Serving ain't allowed inside the tower," The Scizor snapped. "He knows his place."

Sen nodded and lowered his head to the ground. "It is fine. I will continue on. I will... I hope I see you around Daggen soon. Pleasure is mine."

Sentinel rested a hand on Sen's shoulder. "Are you sure you can't wait for us down here? I think we could learn a lot from each other."

"I... I hope you will come down," Was all Sen replied with, before he backed away, and stood in his place, observing the group enter.

Snype was half tempted to ask Sen about the name Edgar. Though he didn't want to make risks. He never asked what Cel meant by "acting". Snype would likely find out sooner or later.

The Scizor guard led them into the tower. The building was old, very old, and just as crumbling on the inside as it was on the outside. The walls and floor was made of worn rock. Abel could hear the faint sounds of screaming and fighting through the stone walls to his side, though no sign of that was in front of them. They entered what appeared to be a circular room with two Graveler. Like Sen, they had tattoos right below their eye. They kept their eyes to the ground, and the Scizor nodded toward them. The two Gravelers quickly lifted their arms, which caused the rock floor below them to slowly rise. It seemed to function as a transportation system, a way to travel all the way to the top of the large tower. Slowly, the Gravelers worked their way up, with the group feeling them rise slowly through the tall tower.

Abel looked around the platform. Along with the group, the Scizor and the two Graveler, there was another Pokemon that was among them he didn't recognize, a Makuhita.

"So," The Scizor began as he turned to the group. "You're from Valkaria. Gold Tribe, right?" He asked them. "I heard you mention Guardia. How's the old b*tch doing?And why the hell isn't she here with you?"

Snype winced a bit at his wording but knew better then to start something here and now.

"She's dead, and you'll join her real quick if you use a word like that while speaking of her again." Cal said as plainly as if he was stating a simple fact, not making a threat. Apparently he didn't know better like Snype did. Snype looked up at Cal with a bit of concern.

"Dead. huh?" The Scizor replied without much of a reaction to Callimer's words. He tsked and shook his head. "Shame, she was alright for a foreigner. Could hold her own. Hell, I might actually miss her," He said with a shrug. "Oh, and I accept. We could do it after your meeting maybe. Eh, maybe after my guard duty, then again you might not be around after... I'll think of a time," He said randomly, with Abel not sure what he was referring to. "So then, you're here in place of her... first time in Karn I'm guessing, since I don't recognize any of you," He stated with a mischievous grin. "Do you guys even know what you're in store for?"

"I have a feeling I do." Cal muttered darkly.

"Somehow I really doubt it," The Scizor murmured. "There's a reason this line is really short while the other one is much longer. In order to stay in Karn, a 'mon only has to go through the tower high enough and survive. But if you're repping an org or a country and you want some business with us beyond just staying, you take this path... haven't seen this amount for a while. Should be fun," The Scizor chuckled.

Sentinel didn't flinch, simply continued staring upward and watching them ascend. He wasn't sure what they were in for, but he had some guesses. All he knew for sure was that nothing would stop them, not now.

"Brace yourself Sentinel." Snype said as he quickly activated Detect. "Already getting a bad feeling about this."

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Cythera Camouflaged herself, staying close to Rattles.

The Emperor of Karn

The platform slowly came to the halt as the two Graveler slaves stopped pushing it up. The group found themselves at the end of a long hallway, one with stone pillars and floors of the same type as the first floor. There were no pictures in this grand hall. There were no statues in this grand hall. There was only pillars, and at the end of it, a stone throne. The entire hallway looked extremely damaged. Pillars were clawed up and crumbling, charred and punctured. The ground was broken apart in multiple areas. There were large cracks and holes through the ceiling. It looked like there were multiple intense battles that had taken place inside this grand hallway.

The Scizor stopped just in front of the hallway, and gestured for the rest of the group to walk forward, toward the throne at the very end of the hallway. Abel squinted his eyes, able to make out multiple Pokemon there. There was a few guards, maybe two or three, along with a Mightyena and Kadabra beside the throne. And then there was the 'mon on the throne itself. From the distance, Abel could only make out that it appeared to be a Pangoro. "Go," The Scizor motioned for the group to walk forward. "Present yourself before the Emperor."

Celebi looked at Snype and clenched his cloak tightly. "Snype..." She muttered worriedly.

Snype looked down at Celebi and toward the Emperor. He could feel an intense presence even from this distance. "Yeah... I know this guy is extremely powerful but... yikes just being in the same room sends a chill down my spine." Snype said.

The Emerald Sentinel didn't respond to Snype's comment, he simply walked forward until he was a respectable distance from the Emperor, but close enough to be heard easily. "Greetings Emperor! I am the Emerald Sentinel, new leader of the Gold Tribe, here to speak with you on cataclysmic matters!" He showed no hostility, but neither did he bow, if there was one thing he had no intention of doing while in Karn, it was acting submissive in any way. It seemed more likely to him they would just be seen as cowards if they bowed.

The group approached steadily behind Callimer. Abel got an opportunity to evaluate and eye every 'mon in front of them. Along with the Kadabra and Mightyena beside the Emperor, there were two other guards, a Muk and Diggersby. The two glanced up at the group curiously when they approached. He then eyed the Emperor in front of them. It was a large 'mon, a Pangoro. Even from this distance, Abel could see he seemed much larger than the average Pangoro. The Emperor had a large, rough, and worn cloak on his back, seemingly more suited for a merchant than a king, but he wore it comfortably. Abel caught something else, an orb worn around his neck like a necklace...

"Where is Guardia?" The Pangoro demanded, without acknowledging Callimer's introduction of himself. Celebi, who was also eyeing the 'mon, widened her eyes.

"She was killed in battle by Darkrai himself." Cal called out, making sure they knew it was a worthy death. "I was her second." His eyes glinted at the sight of the stone around the Emperor's neck.

"Done in by the bastard himself, eh?" The Pangoro bellowed. He leaned to one side of his throne and rested his chin on his cheek. "Shame, she was alright for a foreigner. Had more heart than most 'mon here," The Emperor shrugged. "Eh, f*ck it. You live or you die. What the f*ck kind of name is Emerald Sentinel? Or is it one of your stupid title things?" He asked brutishly. Celebi, who was watching the Emperor, could not take her eyes off of the stone around his neck. Vee and Celebi exchanged glances, meanwhile Celebi tugged on Snype's cloak. Abel, who had seen the exchange between the legendaries, had a feeling he knew why. He recognized the orb design too.

The Emperor was wearing Cresselia's Soul Stone.

Cal's tail slammed on the ground hard enough that it might have shaken a less sturdy structure, stopping any idle chatter and forcing all eyes to converge on him. His jaw was set and his expression showed only resolute determination. "It is my title, as well as who I am Emperor. There are a lot of reasons we're here, the first and foremost of which is that very stone you're wearing!"

The Pangoro looked down at his necklace. "What, this?" He asked curiously. "Well, as much as I want to hear about your reasons for coming, you haven't earned the right to say sh*t yet!" The Emperor roared. He motioned with his claw to the group. "Which ones are your fighters?" He asked. "Step forward," He demanded. As if on cue, from behind the group whizzed a couple of fireworks that twirled erratically above the heads of those gathered before exploding in a shower of sparks. With the fireworks came the rising notes of two grand pianos that had somehow made their way into the room, and from above, not far from the explosion, a gout of flame tore a path through to the ground and crashed violently against the floor. From within the smoke left behind by the meteoric display shone two crimson eyes, and with a swipe of his staff Razathiel the Dreadmage banished the cloud and revealed himself.

"Razathiel the Dreadmage," the Ralts introduced himself, bowing - not in a way a subject would to an Emperor, but in a way a performer would to a crowd. He straightened with a flourish of his staff. "Scourge of heroism, paragon of villainy, unrivaled champion of ultimate evil!"

Cal stepped forward immediately after Raz's entrance, sparkling various colours from the fireworks. He straightened his wings to get off any residual sparks or dust, scattering more lights around.

Snype glanced over to Celebi and then toward the Emperor. The Sableye stepped forward as well. "Snype. The King of Thieves."

After an encouraging shove from the still-hidden Cythera, Rattles also joined the fighters.

Obsidian looked down at his hand, pondering a bit, before he slung off his pack and set it down neatly. His voice shook a bit as he spoke, "I am Obsidian, leader of the Enforcers." He took in a deep breath to loosen up his tense posture. He would need to be flexible for this battle.

Abel stepped forward as well, facing the Emperor. "Abel Onderon, of Beatruce," He announced.

"Jetstream of the Valkarian Gold Tribe," Kaveri announced, opting to use only her title for once.

Silence stepped forward as well, though the Weavile didn't say anything, simply tilting her head and staring.

The Emperor glanced at each of the 'mon who stepped forward, particularly at Raz. After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst out laughing. "What the f*ck is that?" He howled with laughter, pointing at the Dreadmage. "Champion of ultimate evil?" He repeated as he glanced to his guards and other 'mon around, who also joined him in laughter. He kicked his legs forward and clutched his stomach as he continued to laugh to the point of tears. "That's f*cking hilarious. Alright," He glanced over the other guards. "Pretty funny, fellas. Nice joke. Where did you find this guy?"

The Muk guard shook its head. "No joke here, sire. That's real."

The Pangoro Emperor leaned over his throne and chucked a few more times. "You're telling me these guys are for real?!"

With an annoyed grunt, Raz flung a searing ball of fire at the Scizor guard who happened to be in his line of fire. "I'm not ****ing around, Pangoro - go ahead and underestimate me, but be aware that it is often the last decision 'mon choose to make."

The Scizor was propelled across the throne room toward the far wall by the surprise flame attack by the Ralts. The other guards and the Emperor watched the Scizor land and fall, before the Muk and Diggersby reacted angrily.

"In case it wasn't clear yet, yeah, we're for real." Callimer said plainly.

"You little b*tch!" The Muk began, sliding over toward the Ralts. "I'll fu-" The Muk was suddenly cut off as the Emperor held up his paw.

"I don't make a habit of underestimating 'mon," The Emperor responded. "I just wanted to see how much fire you had. Not literally. Well, maybe literally too," He laughed loudly.

"At the expense of the well-being of your guards? Sounds like a poor investment to me," Razathiel murmured. "Regardless, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, I've little time to waste on tests, and littler still on watching others laugh at me."

"If he was taken out by that level of attack, then he has no business being my guard!" The Emperor bellowed. The Mightyena, who was beside, the Emperor, briefly leaned over to the Pangoro and whispered something in his ear. "But you're right! Enough wasting time!" He pointed to the group of 'mon who stepped forward to fight. "Good of you all to step forward and volunteer to fight! It takes guts, especially if you don't know what you're getting into! BUT!" He howled loudly. "I was only seeing which one of you had the balls to do it! All of you! Step f*cking forward now! Because you're all gonna show your worth!" He demanded. "Yeah, yeah, all of you!" He pointed to the ones hiding behind. "Including your Celebi and Victini! Step the f*ck forward!" He ordered.

Celebi stood frozen in shock for a moment. She glanced at Vee, who seemed just as surprised. The Celebi then shot a fearful glance at Snype. Snype looked back at Celebi with a look of conern.

"It's the Mightyena." Obsidian muttered as an explanation while he glared daggers at the canine. "Some say I look just like my father, if you can even recall his face, murderer."



The Mightyena did or said nothing to react to Obsidian glaring at him. The Emperor watched as the rest of the group moved forward as well. "Alright then!" The Pangoro exclaimed. "Now normally, if a 'mon wants to come to Karn, they prove they're worthy to come by fighting through the Tower of Rising. But you sh*ts... you're different," Slowly, the Emperor began to stand off of his throne. Abel opened his eyes wider for a moment. "You're coming from another country, tryina make deals for that country to my country," The Emperor explained as the large, imposing Pangoro began thundering down the steps of his throne. "There's only one way for Karn to test if your whole country is worthy! Hope you sh*ts think this trip was worth it, cause you're about to be in a world of hurt!"

The Pangoro stepped fully down from the steps and faced the entire group. "You're not fighting some 'mon of Karn, or a random set of guards, or even a General! Today, you fight ME!" He roared. "Edgar Rionart, the Emperor of Karn!"

Snype's eyes widened, as his face suddenly went pale.

"Yeah, alright," Razathiel said with a shrug.

Just feeling the Pangoro's might alone was enough to make Anna's heart sink deep back down into the bottom of the tower. Knowing his legacy didn't help at all. Panic coursed through her as she tried to think of a way to help her allies fight this seemingly indestructible 'mon, but all her calculations ended in her being picked off easily. Her mind went to the Gambler's prophecy. Was this what he meant?

It is said a Karn Emperor doesn't stay in power long because sooner or later, a Pokemon will come strong enough to challenge and beat them. The current emperor has been in power for nearly two decades now. He has been challenged to combat for his throne 2315 times during his reign, all of which he convincingly won. During his reign, one hundred and thirty-two times someone has attempted to assassinate him, and failed. He had been thrown off the Tower of Rising twelve times, all of which he rose from. Fourty-four of those were done by various Pokemon's claws, fangs, or swords at night, all of which broke. Twenty-seven times he was poisoned, only to have no effect or for him to spit it out. Twenty-one times he was bombarded with surprise powerful blasts, only to come out unscathed. Eighteen times, he had Pokémon explode in front of him in an attempt to take him to the afterlife with them, only to have it be a one-'mon trip. Ten times he had had Perish Song or a related move be used upon him, only to have it fail. Having reigned now as the longest Emperor in the history of Karn, he is said to be a 'mon that simply can't be killed.

Because of this, Emperor Edgar Rionart is regarded as the strongest Pokémon in all of Karn, and perhaps the strongest Pokémon in the entire world.

Kaveri had stayed by the fire for awhile after Snype had walked away, her mind wandering aimlessly. She knew she really should have said something to him when she had the chance, considering that at any moment one of them could very well lose their life just as Guardia had. But at the same time, it was precisely because Guardia had died that she couldn't say anything. Snype had just lost the Pokemon he'd loved - Kaveri couldn't go pouring her feelings out to him now. Letting out a sigh, Kaveri shifted away from the fire and walked towards the tent she shared with Cal. There was no use freezing after all...

"...one of you will not make it back. For one of you, this will be your final resting place." Kaveri froze in place next to the tent she'd heard the voice from, her head cocking to one side. Wasn't that... Snype's tent? And that voice, she was fairly certain it was Celebi. And whatever the Legendary was talking about, it sounded morbid.

"...I... I was afraid you would say something like that...You don't know who? Cel I can protect them. If I have to Mega Evolve to do so then I will!" That would be Snype. A very, very panicked sounding Snype. Kaveri hovered next to the tent for a moment, feeling rather conflicted about the idea of eavesdropping on what seemed to be a very serious matter... But then again, it sounded like this concerned not only Celebi and Snype, but the group as a whole... Giving into her curiosity, Kaveri inched closer to the tent to better hear what was being said.

"... Don't go there, Snype." No...

"...Me..." This can't be right. Kaveri was trembling at this point, but she continued to listen, hoping that maybe it was just a misunderstanding, or a big joke, or...

"... It is constantly changing... But one common thing was the same. A Pokemon called Edgar was involved. I don't know anything else for sure beyond that. Sometimes another name pops up too. Xander. And then sometimes James. But the first name is the biggest clicker."

"Edgar... I know of the last two but not Edgar..." There was a short pause. "...Cel... I don't want to believe they'll be the death of me... I swore to see this to the end... I know the future seems terrifying but... well... that's just how life has been out here Cel... I've met the brink of death more then enough times on this adventure. That just means... I'll have to be extra careful around this Edgar fellow... whoever he is. If I ran away then nobody would forgive me. And Darkrai would just kill all of us either way. But... its still scary... I'm afraid even if I did leave... well... what it ends up being someone else?!"

"... I... it probably will be... My predictions aren't always accurate, but they always state something that's certain. And that is... don't make me repeat it. And don't don't tell anyone else! You absolutely can't!"

Kaveri continued listening for awhile longer, searching their words for something that might help her formulate a plan. But what she would heard wasn't what she was looking for. "... I hate to bring the topic back but...," Snype said, "If someone else learns of your visions or if you used your powers... What happens? Just why are you and Vee so afraid?"

"Bad things," Celebi said. "My powers... they're very dangerous sometimes. I'm only allowed to use them to defend myself, or in very special occasions. Because they are so strong, they have the potential to throw off the balance of the world. That's what the entire Guardians are about. Whenever aspects of the Guardian's jurisdiction are thrown off, its up to that Guardian to balance it out again. Whenever a Guardian acts out, it's up to the other Guardians to keep them in check. But whenever I use my powers for the wrong reason, the problem... corrects itself. Because no one technically knows me or controls me, the power will control itself... it's hard to explain until someone tries to tempt it. If you told anyone about this, my guess is nothing would actually happen. But if you told them, and then they acted, then something would happen. It's all about balance, about equivalence. And action for an act."

After a few more moments of standing in the cold outside the tent, Kaveri finally continued on, knowing she wasn't going to hear what she wanted to. That there was some safe way to change Snype's fate. Instead of going to her and Cal's tent as she originally planned, she pulled her cloak tighter around herself and walked past it into the surrounding wilderness. She walked until the campfire was no more than a flicker of light in the distance and the tents were barely decipherable shadows through the snow, then she sat herself down on the freezing ground.

Snype was going to die. And there was nothing Kaveri could do about it - or at least, according to Celebi, there was nothing that should be done about it. Because otherwise, another 'mon would likely take his place, or something even worse could happen. She could still try... Did she really have it in her to just let Snype die when she had this knowledge? Maybe she should talk to Callimer... No, he would definitely try to do something. Her brother wasn't the type to just let something like this happen, the balance of the world be damned. But what if Snype did avoid death and another Pokemon died, no matter how hard they tried to stop it? What if... what if the 'mon that took his place was Cal? Was that a risk she was really willing to take? And even if it wasn't him, Kaveri really couldn't justify it if any else in their group died in his place either. And what if, because Snype was saved, their entire mission failed? Kaveri couldn't let that happen, wouldn't.

Kaveri closed her eyes tight for a moment, let out a sob, sniffled, rubbed her face, then recollected herself and started walking back to the camp. If it was really all that dangerous to save the life of a Pokemon doomed by fate... then she would have to restrain herself from acting on what she'd learned. Even if the Pokemon that was fated to die was the one she'd fallen for.

Flashback: Snype and the Spirit of the Forest Part 2

A few days passed since Snypes last trip through the forest. The past week Snypes main focus was expanding the Ninjask network and perfecting their method bypassing SEC networks. Thanks to Ables determination, it was an easy enough feat. Things were looking bright for the thieves.

Snype was munching on a small Apple while walking through the woods, looking around in hopes he may meet that mysterious mon again. Not too long after, a sudden wave of emotion swept through Snype. He felt chills across his spine, and then a warm stirring movement in his chest. It was hard to describe, but the feeling was somewhat similar to the moment he had the days before.

"Ahh...aha... Wha.." Snype looked around the forest and held his arm. "Spirit? Is... Is that you?"

"Whatcha doing?" The cloaked 'mon glided down from a branch high among the trees.

"Kehehe, just taken a walk to get some stress off. And was hoping to bump into you and... Well here you are! Miss me? Kehe" Snype said in a sly tone.

"Depends," The 'mon answered as she touched down to the ground. She sat down in crossed legs. "Have a story for me?"

"Kehe! Of course! But uh..." The sableye rubbed his head. "Could you do me one tiinyyy favor? I just need to make sure I haven't been losing my mind or passing out into a dream. Everytime I see you I feel this... Strange shiver in my spine. Its almost dreamlike. So uh... Could you give me a good pinch or something? Or slap me across the face, poke me, or kick me in the nads if you have to! Kehe!" Snype said with a bashful grin. The 'mon didn't sit long after that. Almost immediately she glided forward and delivered a kick directly to the Sableye's chin.

"How's that for ya?!" She exclaimed with a giggle before she backed away and glided back down to her previous spot.

"Yeeowch!" Snype shouted as he fell onto his back. "I mean dang... It felt soft but... Yikes that kinda hurt! Kehe! "

"Well, you asked me to, dumbo!" She exclaimed. "So? Story!"

"Geez your pushy. But your just givin the biggest grin ever under that robe. Kehe." Snype said as he got up to his feet and moved closer. "Kehe, course I like mysterious types... Just makes me more curious. Ah... Now then... Story.... Hmmm..." Snype pondered a moment. The 'mon said nothing but continued to stare at Snype expectantly.

The sableye looked back at the non as she just kept on staring. For some reason it made Snype a little nervous. Snype Just stared back at her with a tiny blush. "U-uh... Kehe, er, any type of story you wanna hear...?" Snype said, placing his hands behind his head and giving off a long stretch.

Behind her hood, the cloaked 'mon seemed to furrow her brows. "That's supposed to be your job! Do you have a story or not?" She asked impatiently.

"Kehehe, course I do! Just like to know my audience's preferences for the future!" Snype said, giving a playful poke at her arm. The 'mon however, upon seeing the Sableye reach up and try to poke her, instinctively drew back, and raised on of her arms. Suddenly, he found himself flung backwards, though in the process somehow ending up momentarily disappearing, before reappearing a good distance away from the 'mon.

"Uh... don't touch me, please," The 'mon stated from far away, as she began to get up from her spot, apparently to leave.

Wah!" Snype cried out as he was flung away. "Mngh... Wait hold on i-im sorry. I keep forgetting we barely know each other yet. Kehe... It was rude of me to invade the personal space of the forest spirit." Snype said, scratching his head. "Look, I've been a crappy guest. How about I give you two stories this time. If I get out of line then you can kick me or do whatever it is you gotta do! Just lay down the ground rules and I'll follow." Snype said. She acted very childish... Snype Just had to aim for her best interests for now. One step at a time.

The cloaked 'mon turned around, and examined the Sableye through her hood. After a moment of deliberation, she propped down onto the ground, crossed her legs and spoke. "OK! Ground rules! Don't touch me, don't take off my hood, don't ask me who I am, don't bring others with you, don't tell them about me. Also don't tell me anything from outside. Just bring me stories! Ok?"

"Kehehe, the robe thing seemed obvious. I'm a creep but I'm not THAT much of a creep. I don't think I could handle it! Kehe!" Snype winked, giving off a small laugh. "Jokes aside, sure thing uh... spirit." It felt wrong not calling her by a proper name but for now he'd have to deal with it. "mmmm... what about putting you in my stories? Kehehe! They aren't about the outside anyways! I could make you into a super awesome sidekick for the King of Thieves! Keheh!"

The cloaked 'mon's eyes widened. "Really? Yeah! Put me there! Make me a badass warrior who has never lost and is the greatest ever and can't be beaten and who saves you all the time!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Kehehe, sure why not? I'm sure you'd make a great warrior! Kehehe" Snype said as he developed the story in my head. "Alright! A badass warrior going around to save my thieving butt! I know just where to start!" Snype said as he sat down in front of the spirit. "I was just on my way into the city to make my next heist... I was mostly intending on snagging a bit of food for my friends back home! However, the authorities in the city seemed to expect me this time an lured me right into a trap! It wasn't a good day for the king... kehehe" Snype said with a small frown. "Thankfully I had backup this time! The king always plans ahead! Just as every guard had me surrounded, there she was... my rescuer!..." The Sableye seemed to pause and look Celebi over for a moment. "Uh... shoot... I didn't plan that far ahead. Keheh... what would you look like here? I-I'm not saying to show me just something I can use for the story. Hrmm..." Snype rubbed his chin. "We need to make you look all cool and badass..."

"I was seven feet tall! Full of scars and muscles! A huge mustache!" The cloaked 'mon exclaimed. "I also had armor that weighed a thousand tons! They call me the bonebreaker!"

"Kehehe! There ya go! The Bone Breaker! Cloaked entirely in armor! I hadn't yet found its identity... she was the most mysterious ally I had met. Yet he had saved my hide more times then I can count! Kehehe! The Bone breaker lept into the crowd, creating a giant shockwave that blew everyone away! And me too! That is, if you weren't there to catch me. Kehe! At just a single glance, The guards stared at you in fear! "It's the bone breaker! We don't stand a chance against her!" Snype said with a wide grin. "Like it so far?"

The cloaked 'mon nodded. "What else!?"

"I'll take that as a yes! After that, several others began to surround us.. we had no choice but to fight! Kehehe! Once again, Snype and the Bonebreaker would have to fight side by side! First, the bonebreaker charged right in, ramming into a gigantic group of guards with nothing bit his sheer weight!" Snype said with a laugh. "Uhh... oh yeah, did you want to be a guy or a girl? Gonna guess a guy cause of the mustache! Kehe!"

"I'm a big, macho man!" She cried with a giggle.

"Macho man it is!" Snype laughed. "The big macho bonebreaker picked up one of the guards and threw them straight into the crowd, where I, the king of thieves, would charge in to knock them out, and steal a bit of cash on the side! Kehehe! Of course, I'd share it with my buddy naturally! Which we would spend on the best drinks in celebration! Kehehe!"

The cloaked 'mon smiled. "I like you, you're different than the Ralph was."

"Kehehe, aw your gonna make me blush! Thought you would still be upset about getting in your personal space. Kehe." Snype smiled back. "Your pretty comforting to be around too you know? For some reason you give off this aura whenever I'm nearby... Its kinda soothing."

"Its' not like you touched me or anything!" The cloaked 'mon pipped, before she stood up and pointed egotistically to herself. "Of course I am! I'm the Spirit of the forest! I comfort the heck out of 'mon!"

"Kehehe! I'll say. Ya certaintly got a presence! I can respect that." Snype said. "Ya got some charm on ya too. Maybe not king of thieves charm but hey, makes being around ya that much better. Kehehe. Ralph must have been a pretty boring fella huh?"

The cloaked 'mon grinned from Snype's earlier comments, before he shrugged. "It's not that he was boring, it's that he wasn't ever around really."

"Keh, he always was the serious type... Guess he was so focused on his own goals. The guy always was a sourpuss. What did he do when ha actually stopped by though? He couldn't just leave ya here alone all the time! Kehe,"

The cloaked 'mon shrugged. "He dropped off supplies, some things I sometimes ask for. He'd check up on me to make sure I was alive. Sometimes he'd bring other things. One time... well one time he had me completely abandon everything and leave where I was. Go into hiding. Into another part of the forest. And stay there."

"...he did...? Then..." Snype just stared ahead blankly. "That was when they attacked... It must have been..."

"What are you mumbling about?" The cloaked 'mon asked, before shaking her head. "Well anyway, after that, he never really came back. That was the last time I ever saw him... I know what happened next... I felt it. I mean... I don't know how it happened, I just know it did..."

"...Guess he knew it would happen all along then..." Snype said to himself. "Sorry. I'll spare you the details. I know you don't really care about what's happening out there. Did... he say anything before he left?"

"He said... stay low, stay safe... or something like that," The cloaked 'mon said with a shrug.

Snype Just held his knees against his chest. "...so he did know... Ralph just knew there was no way to avoid his fate... Or... Maybe he did have a way... And I just botched it up by letting the silver tribe in..." Snype places his hand over his head, unsure what to think now. "Damn... Just what was Ralph thinking..."

The cloaked 'mon glanced at Snype, not quite sure what to say back to him at the moment. "... He didn't care about me personally. I know that. But he cared about the agreement we made. I got to know him enough to know that. If I made an agreement like that with you, would you honor it?"

"Of course." Snype said with a serious look on his face. "You're nice to be around, like I said. Its pretty good to have someone to just ease up and talk to when I'm not running the thieves. And you know all of the past ones... I want to learn how to be a better leader you know? Fix my past mistakes and make a better home for those who have been shunned by the rest of the world." Snype said as he crossed his arms. "What kind of agreement?"

"Mmm... maybe next time!" The cloaked 'mon exclaimed. "Bye!" She said suddenly, as she whirled off out of sight.

"H-hey! Comon don't leave me on a cliffhanger like that!" Snype shouted out as he reached out his arm into the air.

Against the Emperor

Abel glanced up at the larger Pangoro directly in front of them. He was an imposing 'mon, not just in his height but in his very presence. He walked with a purpose, as if the very ground below him belonged to him. It was a feeling Abel couldn't really explain. But he knew one thing: if this 'mon was able to give that large scar on Guardia, there was no way he was a pushover. Abel glanced over to Celebi and Vee.

"Any chance you're going to be helping us out on this one?" He asked with a hint of disapproval. Celebi looked at Abel and 4quickly hid behind Snype. Vee, meanwhile, stood its ground.

"He called me out, there's no way I won't," Vee stated. "I just hope he won't be too upset when he realizes how strong legendary Pokemon really are," Vee smirked, as the Victini observed the Pangoro cracking its neck and knuckles just before the fight.

The Sableye nervously stepped back, almost bumping into Celebi. He looked back at her with a fearful expression. He shouldn't be afraid... normally he would be so cocky he'd accept any sort of fight! But in this very fight, the Sableye knew that he was more then likely going to be killed by the Emperor of Karn. He wasn't sure what to say.

Obsidian held one clawed hand up as he stood on the balls of his feet, ready to move at a moment's notice. "It's that orb doing the work for him. If anyone takes it out then he loses whatever power it gives him. Or we could just attack and pray it's enough." Even as he spoke his eyes weren't on the bear, but rather the canine.

"So we take out the orb, we take out the power?" Abel clarified. "Fine then, we know what we have to do."

Celebi could barely speak at this point, but she began to try, "T-tha-" She started, but was interrupted as the Emperor of Karn suddenly jumped into the air in the group's direction, and came powering down on top of them with tremendous force.

"Enough talking! FIGHT!" He roared, as he came down upon the group with a Body Slam. The force of his attack became apparent before he even landed, as cracks seemed to form from the very air of his presence. Abel knew a blow from that would be lethal, so he rolled out of the way as quickly as he could. Razathiel released a wave of psychic energy where he expected the Emperor to land, flipping away on it and pushing away others who might be standing too close. From the area of impact, a sudden, loud bang could be heard, as Edgar landed and the sturdy rock floor collapsed and blew apart in all directions. Vee ducked its head as a large piece of stone broke off and nearly decapitated the 'mon.

Anna felt the ground under her shake as she got to her feet. Raz's pyschic wave had saved her life. She only remembered the Emperor's massive form speeding towards her before she was standing now at a safe distance. Safe for now, at least. She didn't know who the Emperor would target and it could very well be herself. What could she do now other than be killed by Karn's greatest warrior? She had to think and keep herself moving. The second body slam might not miss.

Snype held onto Celebi and ducked below all of the incoming debris. "Gyah! S-shit!" Snype shouted out. He wondered what Celebi was trying to tell everyone. If that gem was actually powering up the Emperor of Karn all of this time, Snype would have to snag it somehow... perhaps that plan was exactly how Snype would be killed though. He knew he was fully capable of doing so but against the Emperor? Knowing his future, Snype wasn't feeling too confident... Snype just eyed the orb around the Pangaro's neck. "...M...maybe I could snag it off him..." He muttered.

Obsidian leaped back, twisting in mid air to avoid one piece of debris. He landed back on a knee and locked his eyes once again on the dog. He parted his lips and blew out a strong burst of cold air. The ground before him quickly iced over and the Weavile ran along it, easily skating along the slick surface as he made a wide berth around the emperor.

After dodging some of the rubble with the aid of her Psychic power, Cythera raised her flower and cast Lucky Chant. An invisible coat of protective energy formed over the vitals of each of her allies. It wouldn't completely negate damage like a Protect, but it could easily absorb enough to keep most fatal hits from being, well, fatal. She kept herself Camouflaged and stayed far from the Emperor, dearly hoping she wouldn't be targeted. Rattles, who had shrugged off any debris with her Protect, also stayed off to the side while launching a barrage of Pin Missiles.

The moment Kaveri had heard the name Edgar, she had subconsciously moved closer to Snype. Now, as the Emperor launched toward them, she dove out of the way. She then paused there for a brief moment because, as much as she didn't want to waste any time, she needed a few boosts. Her fur seemed to rustle in an invisible breeze as she increased her speed as much as she could with a series of Agilities while using Rain Dance to form a rain cloud over her head.

Silence, meanwhile, escaped to the side as well and was eyeing the stone around the Emperor's neck and trying to plot a way to get it off him. If she could get him with Thief then she was basically guaranteed to get the stone... But it would be pointless if she were caught in the process. She would need a clear, clean shot. With two master thieves in the room, though, she was sure they could figure something out.

"Leave the stone alone!" Sentinel's commanding voice cut through the din of battle as he shattered a piece of the tower's floor that flew at him. "Focus on finding good opportunities to hit Edgar without getting hit back!" The next piece of debris he instead caught and flung back at Edgar with ballistic speed before watching and awaiting the Emperor's next move.

"Say, Edgar," Razathiel began with a hint of apprehension, neglecting to attack for now. "Has the stone on that necklace of yours ever taken much of a hit? It's, erm," The wizard paused, relocating himself again. "Well, it's fairly important, and frankly it's putting me off this whole trial by combat thing - is there any way you can get the bloody thing out of the firing line so our group can be tested properly instead of having us prance about skittishly, worrying over a fucking gem?"

The Pangoro swiped the incoming rock from Callimer, knocking it down to the ground and ripping it apart from the strength of the impact. He also swatted away the Pin Missiles from Rattles, somewhat easily, as if they were flies. Edgar looked down at the gem around his neck and then at Raz. "What the f*ck is the big deal with this thing?! So annoying! FINE! You're all worrying about it? I'll just get rid of it!" He roared, as he grabbed the stone with his hand and prepared to smash it onto the ground and destroy it. Raz barely had time for a gasp of surprise or a grunt of irritation as he saw what the Pangoro was about to do. Firing a blast of Psychic energy behind him, the Ralts wizard rocketed himself forwards.

Obsidian raced along the ice path he made, eyes glued on the Mightyena. As he made his way closer two identical copies of the Weavile appeared beside him thanks to his Double Team.

"Eyes off me!" Snype shouted out as his eyes gave off a blinding flash to hopefully disorient the Pangoro a bit so that Raz would have a good opening to snag the stone.

Kaveri shadowed her eyes with a paw to protect them from Snype's Flash and shot off towards the Emperor with an Aqua Jet, just in case Raz wasn't fast enough to save the stone. After the numerous Agilities, the Floatzel was easily fast enough to speed right past the Ralts, her paws reaching to grab for the stone before it was crushed with little care for what happened to her.

"Rattles, protect Raz and Kav!" Ordered Cythera, and the Ferrothorn quickly obeyed, getting onto her side and rolling into the fray. She leapt towards the Emperor's face, entire body spinning rapidly as she used Gyro Ball. Each of her segments spun rapidly in a different direction, and if a normal 'mon were to touch her they would likely have their flesh ground up by her iron barbs.

"Graah!" The Emperor yelled as his eyes were momentarily blinded by Snype's Flash. He instinctively let go of the stone as he release it because of this, causing him to miss sight of Kaveri below and whatever happened to it. As his eyes adjusted, the Pangoro angrily looked about taking in the locations of everyone around him. At this moment, Rattles' Gyro Ball struck at the Emperor as his iron barbs struck at the Emperor's fur. Beyond a slight twitch of annoyance, however, it didn't seem like he was too much damaged by it. He grabbed the fast-spinning Ferrothorn with his large paw, and clutched him tightly, squeezing angrily. "You f*cking piece of shit!" The Emperor roared. Catching Obsidian in his peripherals, he tossed the Ferrothorn with a loud roar, directly toward the Weavile at an almost incalculable velocity. "You get the f*ck back here!" He called out, as the Ferrothorn sailed through his arm directly into Obsidian.

Obsidian glanced back,his eyes widening as he saw the green mon moving like a blur at him. Instincts worked in his mind as a green shield surrounded him. The Weavile yelped as the back of his shield was hit. Suddenly he was rocketing forward at a much faster pace. "Thanks!" He called back to the Pangoro, though he was going so fast that he couldn't keep up blowing out his ice path. Eventually he skidded past the end and onto rock once more.

Able hung in the background using Sword Dance while buzzing around the room to increase Her speed. She just needed time to build up before her strategy went into affect. She wasn't about to dive into the fight and risk being swatted at. Snype looked at Able and quickly caught wind of her idea. While he was distracted, Snype formed several blue flames in his hands and shot them forward toward Edgar.

"The stone! Did you save it?" Abel asked as he glanced at both Kaveri and Raz, hoping one of the two managed to get it.

Kaveri somersaulted back onto her paws after shooting away from the Emperor, her paws clutched to her chest. "Right here!" she called in reply to Abel, raising her paws to reveal the stone clutched in them. She only displayed it long enough for everyone to know that it was indeed safe, then she stowed it deep in the fur under her float.

"Arceus, that was bright!" A bright voice came from the entrance to the room. "Sorry I'm tardy to the party, guys. I got...sidetracked." Voltaire grinned as he rushed forward toward the massive Pangoro. "You guys even started without me!" The Raichu groaned. "That's the last time I charge off on my own." At his last comment, he leaped forward and launched a Thunderbolt at Edgar, and prepared an Electro Ball, suspending it at his tail.

"Who's this guy?" Cythera asked Anna in a whisper, while she sent a charged Wish toward Rattles.

"That's Voltaire," Anna responded to Cythera as she watched her allies practically throw themselves at the Emperor. "He is a Gold Tribe member that traveled with us before you joined. He broke off earlier, but it seems as though he's back to help us out." And with Edgar's reputation, they would take all the help they could get.

"Where the f*ck are you skat-" The Emperor began to yell after Obsidian, before he was struck by three separate attacks from Snype's blue flames, a Thunderbolt from Conduit, and a Focus Blast from Abel. Each attack struck at a different part of Edgar's body, and the Pangoro grunted, more from annoyance than pain. The Emperor squinted and glanced at his attackers, seeing one of them prepare another attack. He suddenly grinned maliciously. "Alright, fine!" He suddenly rushed forward, charging at a speed surprisingly unexpected of his size, and rammed directly into the Raichu before he got his second attack off. The force of the Emperor's Take Down propelled the 'mon toward the other side of the large hall. Edgar then made a turn of his head, examining the Medicham who attacked him previously.

Abel did his best to not seem intimidated, but he had just witnessed the large 'mon fling a Gold Tribe member with ease. He couldn't comprehend just how physically imposing this 'mon was. That is, until the Pangoro suddenly rushed at him. Abel tried to set up a Brick Break attack directly onto the 'mon, knowing he was weak against the Fighting Attack. Edgar extended his own fist, rushing through the incoming attack, breaking it apart and colliding with Abel's arm. Abel managed to hold for a couple of seconds, putting absolutely every inch of his strength he could behind his attack, before there was a resounding, loud crack from his wrist as it bent back, causing a sharp, immense pain, and also causing the 'mon to succumb to the force of Edgar's Hammer Arm. Abel was propelled through two sets of thick, stone pillars before he eventually settled into a deep hole in the boulder walls of the palace, his body throbbing from the force of the attack.

Cythera frowned, seeing that her allies were getting themselves hurt faster than she could heal them. She spawned a patch of Grassy Terrain underneath Abel and the Raichu to keep them while she charged another Wish for Abel.

"Two seconds?" The Emperor acknowledged on the Medicham. "Not bad! You're definitely Guardia's folks!" He laughed, before turning to the small Sableye Snype. "What about you?" He questioned, though before waiting for a response, the Emperor raised one of his feet, and collided it into the ground, causing an enormous Earthquake to shake the foundation of the palace, breaking apart the rocks across the ground and springing them up in semi-random locations across the floor to strike at the gathered group before Edgar, particularly in Snype's location.

The random nature from Earthquake called for Snype to use Detect so that he'd be able to easily sense where the various rocks incoming. Snype had to get himself away from the group temporarily though if Edgars eyes were all on him. "Keh! Keheh, what ABOUT me?" Snype said with a wide grin. While he was busy moving by the rocks springing up from the floor, Snype threw off a small punch into the air. At first it seemed completely uneccesary but just below edgar, a large shadowy fist would appear and punch him square in the jaw. "Kehehe! Wish I brought that trick with me to Beatruce! Bastille would never see it coming!"

Now that he was on rocks he couldn't quite skate toward his targets. He heard the sound of a crash and turned his head to see Abel was now in a crater in a wall. The Weavile stared on, then glanced back at the canine. Two opposing thoughts ran wild in his mind as Weavile grit his teeth, "Dammit." He muttered angrily. He turned from the dog and set his eyes on the Pangoro. He couldn't use his Blizzard while Cal was still up, but he could do something else. He parted his lips again and blew out a new icy trail that he dashed upon. As he got closer and closer he paused in his ice blowing. His jaws pulled open as a large wad of Toxic shot out at the Pangoro. His toxic barely left his mouth just as his legs fell out from under him and his back slammed against the ground from the Earthquake. His vision grew a bit hazy as a rock just barely missed him as it sprung up besides him.

Anna watched the ground as it shook below her. She jumped with every crack of the floor or rock that jutted out at them. It was a powerful attack, one that she had to do everything to dodge.

"Two seconds impresses you huh?" Cal shouted. "Then I'll have to go for at least five!" Challenge announced, Sentinel launched himself at Edgar, keeping just off the ground to avoid the earthquake, and tucking out of the way of several rocks. As he flew, one hand glowed with red light, and the other became coated in frost. Not wanting to give him a chance to dodge or counter, Cal blazed at the Pangoro with Extremespeed, before trying to slam his fists together on either side of his head, smashing the Ice Punch and Superpower against each other.

Edgar rolled his jaw following the hit from Snype's shadow punch. He loosened it up a bit, before he turned to the Sableye. "Lemme show you a real 'mon's hit!" He called out, as his claws began to shine up, utilizing Hone Claws to prepare for something big. Before he could strike at Snype, however, he felt the poison settle in along his back from Obsidian's Toxic. "Geh... was wondering when one of you f*cks would go that route!" He roared, before he turned his head in time to barely catch Callimer barreling into him. Right his right side, he was bombarded with a powerful Ice Punch, and from the other, he collided with Sentinel's Superpower. The attacks were extraordinarily powerful, as indication from the fact that the entire floor seemed to shake from the impact, and the floors and walls nearby seemed to react from the power set of attacks.

The Emperor was silent throughout the faze of attacks, neither reacting from pain or lack thereof. When the attacks subsided, the Emperor glanced up at Callimer. "Been a while since I had an attack like that hit me," He commented with a grin forming on his face. "One of the last ones that did was your old leader," He explained, as his claws continued to shine from their rising strength through the Hone Claws. "When she did, I thought it was only fair to give her a worthy response, across her face!" He raised his claw toward Callimer, and swiped across Cal's body with deadly vigor, the Dragon Claws sinking through any defenses Callimer would be preparing as they made his way toward his body.

Cal's eyes widened at the claws heading towards him and it was all he could do not to freeze up. A wispy silvery-mint-colored light coated his wings, swirling air around them at an unbelievable speed and he flapped them once to unleash a point-blank Hurricane that expanded with explosive force as soon as it made contact and sliced at the Pangoro's body - especially his claws- with amazing force and speed, but all it managed to do was slow his attack by a second or two. Luckily that slight delay was long enough for Cal's scales to take on that familiar red tinge, and steam to radiate off of him and shoot from his nostrils. Just as Edgar's terrifying attack broke through the lacerating air it was met with another punch from Cal, this time boosted by every last ounce of strength he had and a full-fledged Outrage.

As Cal charged forward, Able quickly flew by Cal's side, having prepared herself beforehand with Swords dance and her speed boosts. Just before Cal charged forward, Able tossed a glowing baton shaped item toward Cal with the intent to power up his speed and power tenfold!

Obsidian rubbed at the back of his throbbing head. That quake had some power behind it, but they just had to survive, right? He glanced at the pillars in the room, then blew ice down again to skate to one, he ran around it while he blew out ice at the base, the up higher at the top. He halted and pulled a hand back. As the Weavile focused on the pillar his Strength rushed through his body. For a few seconds his body grew thick with muscle as he punched out at the pillar. With the ice weaking the top and bottom of the rock the pillar easily fell forward, aiming right for his big target.

Rattles recovered after being thrown and rushed into battle once more, this time going for a Power Whip to the back of the Emperor's knees. Meanwhile, on the sidelines Cythera tossed a Wish in the Raichu's direction before floating to Abel's side. "Sorry about this," She apologized before she hurriedly, and quite painfully, grabbed his wrist with her Psychic and forced the bent limb back into shape.

Snype braced himself for the incoming clash. With Able's boost, Cal should be more then capable of standing up against an attack like that. Snype prepared himself for a follow up nonetheless though. He felt like they could pull this off! Maybe Celebi's vision wouldn't come to pass after all! He looked over to Celebi confidently. "See? I told ya! We can pull through this. Kehehe!"

Initially, Cal's punch clashed with Edgar's Dragon Claw, and it looked like the Pangoro would overwhelm his opponent at any moment. However, combined with the exponential increase in Sentinel's strength thanks to the Baton Pass, combined with Rattles' calculated strike on the back of Edgar's knees, causing him to momentarily get off balance, combined further with Obsidian's tossing of the large pillar on Edgar's back, while he was also feeling the effects of Toxic, caused the Pangoro to falter, allowing the two to be on equal footing, if not Callimer having a slight advantage. It looked for the moment that Sentinel was about to surpass the Emperor in this clash in strength.

But the Pangoro quickly regained his composure and balance, and grinned at the green Dragonite. "Not," He began, forcing more power into his attack. "Good. ENOUGH!" He exclaimed, forcing an extensive amount of power through his claws at once, overcoming Callimer's attack even with the combination from Able's Baton Pass. The claws kept going, but the altered position he was in because of Rattles' attack caused him to finish the attack with an enclosed fist of Draconic energy rather than his claws, which struck the Dragonite across his face and sent the enormous 'mon soaring through the stone hall and toward the opposite wall Abel crashed into. "But a damn good try!" Edgar howled with laughter, seemingly impressed with the Dragonite as he crashed into the large stone structure. "COME ON, MORE!" He roared. "I'M JUST GETTING WARMED UP!" He growled and laughed heartily.

"Damn it..." Abel cursed as he gritted his teeth following Cythera putting his wrist back into place, though he seemed more concerned with Edgar. "How can he be this strong...?" Cythera didn't respond, rushing off to aid Cal.

"S...shit..." Snype gritted his teeth. He wasn't sure what else he could do to help against Edgar. Cal couldn't break through so he sure as hell knew his puny attacks wouldn't do it! Even with Able's boost of speed. The bug flew by Snype with a frustrated expression on her face. "Damnit! I had all the time in the world to build that up! What the hell is he?!" Able screamed out.

"This whole fight is irksome," Razathiel moaned as he flung a Dazzling Gleam at the Emperor, who he could now attack without risking hitting Callimer. "I don't care much for this ganging up business."

Snype shot off a few Power Gems alongside Raz's Dazzling Gleam to at least keep the assault going.

Obsidian took a step back, "This isn't natural... he has to be using some sort of trick." He muttered to himself. Maybe there were clones that would pop up when no one was looking, or some sort of psychic hiding behind a pillar that was coating him with reflect any time he got hit? Something had to be going on here!

"Trick," The Muk guard repeated from the side with a laugh, as he observed the Emperor take the Power Gems and Raz's Dazzling Gleams. The Dazzling Gleam seemed to give him more trouble, being a type advantage. He grunted and scanned for the source of the attack, and grinned at him. "Heard that, Dark?" The Muk turned to the Mightyena. "A trick!" The guards laughed among themselves, joined by the Scizor as well who had recovered seemingly from Raz's previous surprise attack.

"The tiny ones pack a punch too!" The Emperor exclaimed, glaring at both Raz and then Snype with a mischievous smile. "But can you also take a hit too? Let's find out!" He roared as he charged them both, his claws once more shining as he prepared a Dragon Claw to strike at the both of them. He was a rampaging monster, relentlessly charging at them now. "COME ON!" He roared as he rose his claws first to strike at Snype. Before he reached the target, however, Edgar was suddenly engulfed in a large eruption of flames that surrounded the Pangoro. "Eh?" He stopped and examined around, as the flames suddenly encircled him and burned him from all sides. The level of this power seemed exponential, and the flames kept building and building as if they were never-endless. Edgar could be heard roaring from within as the flames continuously struck at him. Snype made sure to roll away from the incoming inferno.

"Don't overestimate yourself, normy," Vee muttered as he seemed to be controlling the flames from just outside of the circle of pyre. "One of 'mon's biggest faults is overconfidence. As strong as you are, you're only just another 'mon," The Victini commented as it suddenly clenched its fists, with the fire completely bombarding toward the center of the pyre. The eruption bombarded across the hall, eliciting surprise reactions even from the guards who were watching. Smoke filled the room as Vee huffed and puffed heavily, its hands still raised toward the center of the room, where no sound emerged.

Across the room, a bit farther away from the rest of the commotion, a pile of rocks shifted as Voltaire rolled out from his Raichu-shaped indention in the wall. "Well fuck me, that hurt." He groaned and stood up, shaking himself off as he looked up at the giant cloud of smoke in the background. "Hey guys! Save some for me!" He jogged over to the rest of the 'Mon and looked around. Conduit looked to the...Victini? Why did they want a VIctini of all the legendaries? "Care to fill me in on what's happening? It seems a little...clouded." He chuckled. "Maybe I could ASHk you later."

"Get this shit out of here," Razathiel muttered to himself, sending a weak psychic wave across the room to push the smoke out of one of the windows. It was unclear if he was talking about the smoke cloud or Voltaire's puns. Vee grinned back at Raz and Conduit, pleased with its work, just as the smoke clear, revealing the Pangoro Emperor standing tall right behind the Victini. The Pangoro was breathing somewhat heavily, and his expression filled with hatred.

"You f*ck," The Pangoro said in a voice just above a whisper. Vee turned around swiftly in surprise, trying to move away or strike at the Emperor, but the Victini's leg was suddenly grabbed by the Pangoro, who raised it into the air and slammed him forcefully onto the solid rock floor, creating a powerful crater from the hit. Vee coughed up blood from the impact and let out a soft gasp for air. Edgar raised the Victini into the air again, and repeated the process, slamming him once more forcefully into the solid rock ground. This time, Edgar kept it there, and raised his fist, preparing to unleash a Hammer Arm directly into the weakened legendary. Voltaire chuckled and laughed at the sight. That was unBEARable. And then he realized the gravity of the situation and felt bad.

"Vee!" Snype had no time to think about what he was just about to do. They couldn't afford to lose Vee though. Snype glanced over to Celebi and frowned. "Sorry Cel..." Snype muttered as he quickly used another Flash to disorient the Pangoro and get his attention. He wasn't going to sit and let another mon die on his watch.

"What a fucking joke," Razathiel giggled, launching himself away from the conflict on the shockwave of another Dazzling Gleam attack. "Hey Vee! Might be a good idea to stop calling people fucking normies! You big-eared prick!"

Voltaire couldn't help but chuckle as Raz's comment, and started to charge a Thunderbolt in his body. "Aye Emperor!" He called out, as he started to run in literal circles around the giant Pangoro. "You better clean yourself up! That stench is unBEARable!" At the end of his pun, he let his Thunderbolt fly.

Obsidian just pushed his back against a nearby wall, visibly shaking with fear. Darkrai, sure, he was prepared for that. But THIS!? This was not what he was prepared for!

Using her Camouflage, Cythera inched a bit closer to the scene, terrified of this invincible monster that was more than 10 times larger than her but fully aware they were about to lose a valuable asset. She hoped that the others would keep his attention away from her while she focused all her healing energy on Vee.

Rattles took a more direct approach, repeating her actions against Darkrai and leaping in front of the attack with her Protect.

Kaveri shot towards Edgar with an Aqua Jet, a Water Pulse held out in front of her as she aimed to slam into his head with as much force as possible.

Yet more rubble shot in every direction, accompanied by a roar as Cal burst out from the spot where he'd crashed, a dried spot of blood on his face from before Cythera had helped him recover, and shot at Edgar again. "Did I say we were done? Keep your eyes on me Emperor!" Cal left a trail of steam as he flew, the Outrage still at full bore and strengthened by anger at his own pain and the suffering he saw the Pangoro inflicting on Vee. He reached the emperor at full speed and began doling out a barrage of Outrage-charged punches, still fueled by the strength Able had shared with him.

"Grah!" Edgar reacted again after Snype shot a Flash once more at his eyes. "Using the same stupid sh*t twice?!" He roared, just as a slew of attacks hit the Emperor's body: a Thunderbolt from Conduit, a Dazzling Gleam from Raz, which seemed to annoy him even more. Then Kaveri slammed her Water Pulse directly into Edgar, followed by Cal's Outrage-fueled punches. The entire series of attacks struck upon the Emperor as he was disoriented and disengaged. However, as soon as he had recovered, he brushed off the past damage that was dealt to him, and pushed away both Cal and Kav away from him. It was interesting to Abel that the Emperor chose to push them away with an open palm rather than try to strike at him. Perhaps he was getting tired?

Edgar looked down upon the ground, panting slightly in silence. After a few seconds he looked up at them with a grin. "Heh... that'll do it," He stated to them, before he walked casually over to his throne, and slumped down comfortably. "Welcome to Karn," He continued to grin as he positioned one of his large legs over the side armchair.

That was it. It was all done. And, if it was even possible, Obsidian felt even lower than dirt. Here he was, trembling and just watching in horror with what was happening, and everyone else had been fighting, doing their best to show their strength. What had he done? One small Toxic that hadn't so much as caused the bear to twinge. More shame than anything overcame him at that moment.

"So... ugh....hehe... That's that is it?" Cal forced out between deep breaths and huffs. "Okay Edgar, we have some important matters to discuss....but first... you feed your guests after a good brawl, don't you?"

Voltaire raised an eyebrow at the emperor's sudden surrender. Or retirement. Or maybe he was just about to get angry. Whatever happened, he had sat down. The Raichu looked to his companions and grinned. "What a SHOCKING turn of events! We did it guys!"

Snype landed on his back, giving off a sigh of relief. He turned his head to Celebi and gave off a wide grin. "K...keh... See? Not a scratch on me." Celebi sighed in relief, happy the fighting had come to an end.

The Emperor motioned to one of the guards. "Have Gregory bring us some meat and a few plates," He commanded to the Scizor guard, who nodded and proceeded into a door to the side. He sent a glare to Raz before he left. "Oh come on, it was just a little warm-up," He bellowed to the gathered group in front of him, with a hearty laugh. "I knew you were all worthy when you first stepped foot in here. I just wanted the chance to see it for myself. It gets boring as f*ck just sitting around on this stupid chair sometimes. I wanted a fight!" He exclaimed with another laugh. "So you came to Karn for something. I bet I know why, but I want to hear it from you. So tell me what you want now," He suddenly stopped himself and lifted a finger off his paw. "Oh, before that, gimme back my stone. I like that thing."

"Of course Edgar, we aren't thieves." Cal announced, turning to squint at Kaveri before returning his gaze to the throne. "Though if I'm being honest, Emperor, the stone is the biggest reason we're here, we need it. We also need directions and possibly passage to a few of your temples, we need to see them and I have business with one of your generals, a Blaziken named James. He's expecting me, I can promise you that much."

"Hey, I didn't steal it, I saved it!" Kaveri grumbled indignantly at her brother's look. Nonetheles, she shuffled around under her float until she found the stone and held it in her paw. "We do kinda need this, though. Our entire quest pretty much depends on it."

"Oh, so it's important then?" Edgar asked curiously as he motioned for the Kadabra beside him to fetch the stone. The Kadabra elevated the stone out of Kaveri's hands and toward the Emperor, who grabbed it as it was just in front of them. He grinned as he clutched it tightly in his large paw. "Well then I'm definitely not giving it to you!" He laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the large hall. As he did so, a couple of Corphish burst through the room with several slabs of large pieces of meat as well as cloths, plates, and a few wooden tables. "Ah! Good! MEAT!" He yelled as the Corphish distributed the meat to everyone, including tossing the biggest piece to the Emperor, who grabbed it out of the air and dug into it. "At least, not just like that. You want anything from me, passage, this stone, my armies, which, by the way, don't try denying you want them because I know you were going to ask for them... you want any of it, you gotta earn it," He explained as he bit off a huge chunk of the meat and chewed relentlessly until he swallowed. He glared at the group. "The Karnian way."

"And... that's by just fighting?" Obsidian asked.

"Wonderful..." Cythera nagged in an annoyed tone as she finished healing off everyone's injuries. She looked down at the chunk of meat she'd been served and scowled, moving the whole thing away and instead grabbing some berries from her bag.

Snype took the opportunity to eat Cytheras food. Even though He preferred gems, the Sableye wasn't against something different here and there.

Obsidian, likewise, grimaced at the sight of the meat. Razathiel seemed to give the food a questioning look before incinerating it.

Cal nodded, tearing into the hunk of meat he caught, glad that at least it wasn't raw. "We came here with every intention of fighting, Emperor. But come on, admit it, you already find it all tempting. You're already holding Darkrai's forces back right? Why not take the fight to them? It'd be your greatest challenge, and a lot of fun! That being said... we'll do what we have to, even if we have to beat each of your generals and claim their own armies first."

"To fight Darkrai's armies head on? Take them to their own spots? Pick our battles?" Edgar questioned with an excited grin. "I can't say that's not a bad idea. But it doesn't matter what I want. It matters what the 'mon I rule want. And what they don't want is to be told what to do by a buncha foreigners that didn't earn their teeth!" The Emperor roared as he slammed his fist that held the stone along the armchair roughly. "They gotta know you, see you fight. Or see your strength. Then they'll follow you. Then they'll fight for you. Then you'll be Karnians."

"Be Karnians?" Abel asked as he managed to have enough strength to walk over to where the rest of the group was standing. He leaned on one of the pillars still standing to try and support himself.

Edgar grinned. "Ya think all the 'mon in here are actually from true Karn? More than half of us are from somewhere else. Anatellia. Beatruce, other lands that used to be countries before he crushed them. They became us, because they showed us what they were capable of. Karn isn't just a nation. Karn is strength. Karn is power! Hell, I know already three Karnian Generals that aren't from Karn itself. Hell, two of them work for Darkrai!" The Emperor snapped his fingers. "Hey, that's a good place to start, actually. One of my Generals is openly rebelling and doing some stupid sh*t." Edgar said dismissively, as if what he just said wasn't any big deal. "Bringing me his head's a good start. Or also taking down that other General, James, that you mentioned. I hear he's entering the Dueling Tournament in Erble. If you make it in time, you could join it yourselves and show your worth," Edgar looked down at the stone for a moment, and then grinned mischievously. "In fact! I just got a f*cking great idea! You should join that tournament! And if any of you win, I'll give you this stone thing as a prize!" He laughed loudly. "Consider it added motivation. Need any other tips, ask around. There's always challenges to face in Karn! Hell, you can go pay Darkrai's forces a visit by my borders. I hear they've got a top General on his side over there completely f*cking up ALL my forces!" Edgar exclaimed with a loud laugh. "Dunno who that bastard is, but I'm seriously thinking about taking a visit there myself and trying my luck! Buuut... might be a good chance for you too," Edgar stomped his fist on the armchair. "BASICALLY! You show your strength by doing enough of these, and you'll earn my respect, and the people's. And get whatever the f*ck you want!"

Snype have off a small laugh. "Kehehe, different from what I'm used to but it sounds fun nonetheless! Kehehe! Wonder who's leading Darkrai's forces out there?" Snype wondered aloud. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know the locals either. Kehehe. Gotta start somewhere and all."

"What's the name of this rebellious general?" Razathiel questioned. "Xander?"

"That's the one," Edgar replied to the Ralts. "He's down in Truon, to the south, doing all kinds of stupid shit. Erik'll give you the details," The Emperor grinned. "Wanna try taking him on? Think you got what it takes?"

Snype looked over to Cal. There was no way they'd stand up against Xander with two mega stones. Snype couldn't afford to use his a second time before facing Darkrai. They needed access to the temples first and foremost. "Kehehe, hey if we survived you, I'd say we're pretty confident in taking on the rest of Karn at this point!" Snype said with a playful laugh.

Edgar scoffed. "Please! I was just playing with my food! If you think you not dying means ANYTHING, then you'll last shorter than you think! This is Karn. Know what that means? That means the next Emperor could be walking along the street and you wouldn't know it. Anyone can rise! That's what we say, and we f*cking mean it!"

"Hey a guy can bring along a little bit of confidence at least. Keheh." Snype said with a small grin. "After slaying a whole city of crazed feral mon, I'm pretty pumped to get into some tussles in Karn! Keheh!"

"I don't know anything about any sh*tty 'crazed feral 'mon'," The Emperor replied as he threw up air quotes. "But you see if you're wearing that smile after you take on one of my Generals, little 'mon," Edgar said with a grin as he looked down at the Sableye. "Hell, I know one of them's here in Daggen right now! Go and fight him, if you have the stones!" He laughed.

Snype gave off a small laugh, trying to charm the emperor a bit. "Kehehe! I might just take on that challange! I got more than enough stones to handle it! Kehehe! I'll come marching back with that same grin! I'll even bring back a souvenir if ya like. Kehe!" Snype said with a snicker.

The Emperor glanced at the small Sableye curiously, and silently. A slight tug came from Snype's side as Celebi grasped as Snype's cloak. "You seem pretty damn confident in yourself," The Emperor replied with a grin. "Hell, if you're that confident, why wait to go to the city? How about you show me what you got yourself in a real fight? One on one?" Edgar asked the Sableye. "You're pretty confident, right little 'mon?"

Snype gave off a small nervous laugh. "Keheheh... hey I'm darn confident but I shouldn't get ahead of myself you know? Keheh!" Snype said, glancing over to Celebi, recalling the signal. "I'd like to check out the sights and all ya know? Keheh."

"You sure about that?" Edgar asked him, a grin still on his face. "After all, you beat me, you'd be the f*cking Emperor of Karn yourself! That means you won't have to go and beat those Generals or do sh*t to prove you're worthy! All of Karn would obey you! You'd save weeks, maybe months of time! You'd have the largest f*cking army behind you, to do whatever you wanted, and you'd have your stone too! Everything you wanted to do in Karn in one single day... and you're sayin' you don't wanna give it a try?" He extended his hand with the stone inside of it.

Snype rubbed his head with a big ol laugh. "Hahahaha... I mean... I'm honored you'd consider me for a challenge! Sure there's Karn but you're on a whole different level! Keheh! I need to make sure I'm in top shape first and foremost ya know? No sense in fighting someone if they aren't at full strength you know? Keheh!" Snype said, trying to word his way out of it without sounding like a coward in front of the emperor. "Keheh! Or maybe you really wanna get back at me for how I was fighting back there? Keheh!" Snype said with another small grin, glancing down at Guardia's emblem for a moment and back to Celebi. He really needed to shut his mouth like, soon.

The Emperor's grin vanished from his face as he furrowed his brows before scoffing. "Bah," He waved at Snype dismissively. "Coward. And here I thought you had the balls to back up your words," He motioned for the door behind the group. "Unless any of you others want to take me up on my offer, then go. I grow bored of you!" He glared down at the Sableye. "And you... you just lost some of my respect. Now you gotta do more to make up for it."

"Coward..." Snype frowned at hearing that word hit him again. Seemed about right. He was fine on doing more but he wasn't about to get himself killed fighting the emperor. Or maybe he just sealed his own fate. The Sableye just looked over to Celebi again. and frowned. That word always haunted him. He weaseled his way out of a situation that would have killed him once again. "Guess I don't expect less. I'm not a very respected mon to begin with. Keheh. Whatever it takes." He said, clenching onto his emblem.

Cal snorted derisively, making it clear the Emperor's sentiments were mutual as he turned away from Edgar and towards the exit. "You don't know a thing about cowardice." Without bothering to elaborate he began to walk until he reached one of the holes in the wall from the years of fighting in the tower, a hole that was surprisingly big enough even for the Emerald Sentinel. "Have fun sitting on your ass Edgar, try not to get booted off of it before we come back with some of your generals' armies at our back and call. It'd be a real shame if I didn't get a chance to really see what you're made of when I decide to become the new Emperor of Karn." He spread his wings when he finished to loosen them up, then folded them again and waved back at the rest of the group. "I'll see those of you who don't feel like jumping or floating down at the bottom. Come on, we've got work to do!" And with that he let himself tilt over the edge of the floor and dive headfirst towards the ground and out of sight. Snype would follow suit, signalling Celebi to follow him, who followed Snype. The Sableye clung onto the wall and began to make his way down. He shouldn't have taken the word "Coward" so personally from the emperor but that word always struck a cord in Snype.

Obsidian frowned, then glanced at Edgar, "Which of your generals is the Tropius?" He asked. "I want to take that one on."

"Get the f*ck outta my sight!" Edgar roared at the Weavile as he gestured toward the door, clearly irritated by Cal's comments. Abel proceeded for the door, as did Vee.

Obsidian turned away and made his way out as well. "The nerve of that guy." He muttered bitterly as he exited.

Cythera frowned at the Emperor's change of mood, but only shrugged before heading to the elevator atop Rattles.

"Hmm," Razathiel murmured, seemingly disinterested in the passing conversation as he flipped through a book. "Edgar, is there any chance I could inspect that stone of yours for a moment?"

"NO!" Edgar roared, as he threw his half-eaten piece of meat at Razathiel. With a wave of the wizard's hand, the food was batted away by invisible force.

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," the Ralts gave a disgruntled sigh and rolled his eyes. "I've no idea why you're directing your aggressions at me."

"Because I literally have a thousands other things I'd rather do than talk to a nobody like you," Edgar spat at the small Ralts in front of him. "You aren't worthy to talk to me yet!"

"I wasn't asking to talk to you, I was asking to inspect the stone," Raz huffed. "Five seconds is all I need."

The Emperor glared intensely at the Ralts. He was silent for a few seconds, before he spoke up. "Get a rep, then I'll let you see it," He answered, seemingly pretty irritated but at least he was no longer yelling. "Now get out. And if you say anything else, I'll beat you to a pulp and parade you around the city for everyone to see the funny little Ralts in the hood," He added with a snicker.

"Thought you wanted people to stay to take up your challenge?" Razathiel said with a shrug. "I've no interest in becoming Emperor, of course, but if you're itching for a fight I'd be happy to oblige for a little while, once the others have buggered off."

"They're already gone," The Emperor responded with a grin. He shot up gleefully, stretching out his back and cracked his knuckles. "Welp, never would have picked you. Merric, take a record on this," He ordered the Kababra as he continued to grin excitedly. "I feel a good one coming!"

Flashback: Snype and The Spirit of the Forest- Part 4

Snype wandered through the forest once more, taking another one of his walks to ease his mind from his work with the thieves. He found his recent hiests have been more successful then usual. Mostly alot of close calls that normally would have gotten him caught. It had been like that ever since meeting the spirit of the forest at least. "Wonder if it had to do with when I shook her hand... hrmmm...."

"Whatcha thinking about?" The familiar voice of the cloaked 'mon called out from the top of a tree overlooking Snype.

Snype looked up at the spirit and gave off a smile. "Kehe, about you actually. Been having a pretty amazing past couple of days ever since I met ya. Kehehe." Snype said. "How've you been by the way? Kehe."

"I have that affect on 'mon," The 'mon stated cockily. "Eh, I'm OK, just kinda roaming through the forest. You know how big this place is? Years I've been here and I don't think I've seen it all. One of the biggest forests I've ever seen!"

"Keheh, I'll say. The place is like a maze! Sometimes its like I'm walking around in circles... kehehe... guess that'd be your doing eh?" Snype replied.

"My doing?" The 'mon asked curiously. "What makes you say that?"

"Kehehe, well you ARE the spirit of the forest! And you said you wanted to keep yourself a secret and all. I figured you need to defend yourself through some sort of method right? Kehehe." Snype said with a wide grin. "I looked into this way before I met ya. Keheheh. I tested my theory by placing a small claw mark when a friend of mine came to visit. Walked in a straight line and ended up passing the same tree all over again. There's alot more to this place then just being a massive forest. Kehe" Snype said with a wide grin. "And you can't say I broke any rules or anything! This was before I even knew about ya! Kehehe!"

"I don't know a thing you're talking about," The cloaked 'mon stated as she turned around and whistled obviously.

Snype crossed his arms and gave off a wide grin. "Kehehe, comon you can't hide it from me. What else would the spirit of the forest do? There's a reason the Silver Tribe or the other thieves have never stumbled upon you on accident. Its like you have control over the paths in this forest. Or you just make it up as ya go. Keheh."

"Or there is no path," The 'mon corrected.

"Huh?" Snype said in question. "No path? What on earth is that supposed to mean?"

"Later," The 'mon said dismissively as she floated closer to Snype and sat down cross-legged. "So? Whatcha got for me this time?"

"Kehehe, always the mysterious one." Snype said with a smile. "Keheh, before I do, I brought some food from the camp. Uh... I mean, I know you said not to talk about the outside but you said before that Ralph brought you things before. Figured you'd be okay with that. If you trust me anyway."

The 'mon tilted her head. "What did you bring?"

Snype reached into his bag and pulled out a bit of food he picked up while in Gold City. It was just a simple piece of cake covered up in white icing. It wasn't too fancy but it still tasted just as good.

The cloaked 'mon glanced at the food curiously. "What is that?"

"Kehehe, aw Ralph never brought you cake before? Kehe! That's pretty darn cruel!" Snype said as he handed the piece over to her. "We usually use these to celebrate events like birthdays and aniversarys! Or just chomp on em because of how delicious they can be! Here! Try it!"

The cloaked 'mon slowly edged closer to Snype, curiously. She leaned in and sniffed the food from under her hood. Here eyes and part of her face became a bit apparent to Snype as she did so. "Hmm..." She pondered.

"Comon you're always so tense! Ease up a little ya know? Keheh! We're friends right?" Snype said with a wide grin. "Look if ya gotta lose the hood to chomp on this thing I won't look!" Snype joked, catching wind of her eyes and the small part of her face revealed. It couldn't be...

"Eh..." The 'mon pondered some more, before she finally lifted her hood, revealing herself to be a Celebi. She took the food in front of Snype and took a small bite, chewing slowly. She quickly brightened up her eyes, before she squinted. "It's... weird... kinda sweet like berries but more!"

Snype seemed to completely lose focus of everything else around him when she suddenly pulled her hood. Snype's eyes widened and his jaw seemed to drop slightly when the hooded mon had finally revealed herself. He knew he was dealing with a spirit or something but a legendary? In his forest?

Celebi glanced at Snype. "It tastes kinda... what? What's wrong?" She asked as she saw Snype's face.

"U-uh... j-just uh... I mean..." Snype gulped. "You're Celebi! I didn't expect... I mean..." Snype looked to the side. "Oh geez I tried flirting with a legendary... " He muttered quietly to himself before shaking his head. He had read a bit about Celebi in the past but he never imagined that he had been talking with her this whole time. It was quite the revelation to the Sableye.

"Yeah, duh!" The Celebi extended her tongue. "What did you think I was?"

"Well... uh..." Snype rubbed his head with a small blush on his face. "Well now that you mention it I guess it should have been kinda obvious. Keheh. I mean, who else would be powerful enough to be the guardian? Keheh! Guess the robe got me thinking too hard! It really does a good job hiding you! Kehe!" Snype said with a wide grin. "Still... keheh... a legendary... I never imagined in my life that I would meet one.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it!" Celebi stated with a huff. "We legendaries don't come by very often! You should bow before me!" She joked with a giggle.

Snype gave off a small laugh and gave off a small bow to the Celebi. "Kehehe, this enough bowing for ya or do I need to get on my knees and sing my praises? Keheh! Oh forgive me forest spirt Celebi! For I have sinned! Kahahaha!" Snype joked back.

"Tell me your sins, peon!" Celebi snorted and crossed her arms, standing proudly over Snype.

Snype got down to his knees, giving off a wide grin and playing along with the Celebi. "Keheh! I stole the food I gave you and pretty much got it for free! That baker never saw it coming! At least somebody enjoyed it though! The prices were ridiculous! keheh!" Snype laughed. "Oh geez and maybe I took out a bit of aggression toward the forest and slashed at them! Not very proper for the spirit of the forest! Guess that'd be a sin too! Oh and I guess I needed somewhere to use the bathroom so I... ah well I'll hush about that. Kyeheheh!" Snype said with a laugh. "Oh forgive me Lord Celebi! Kehe! So what am I supposed to grovel And Kiss your feet? Dunno what's expected from someone so high up! Kehe!!" He joked.

Celebi stopped and glanced down at the Sableye. "Grovel and beg for you life!" She snorted, puffing out her chest to make herself feel more superior.

Snype continued to play along, kneeling onto the floor and tugging lightly on her robe. It didn't count as touching that way! "Oh Lord Celebi! I beg you! Kehehe! Have mercy on this king of thieves, kehehe!" This was actually getting amusing to the Sableye. Seemed Celebi was also having a blast.

Celebi put a finger to her chin and pondered. "Hmm... I suppose I could allow you to survive today... if I must. But one more screw-up, and you will feel my wrath!" She exclaimed.

"Kehehe! I'd be right to fear your power Celebi! Kehehe! Mind if I call ya Cel for short or am I not worthy?" He joked.

Celebi snickered for a bit more, before she stopped when Snype asked his question. "Cel?" She repeated. "Cel... I never had a nickname before..."

"Cel suits ya! Kehehe! Kinda sounds cool too! Has a nice ring to it I'd say! Boy I can't believe the other kings never came up with something like that! Points for me! Kehehe!" Snype laughed.

"Not all of them were as... hmm..." She thought for a moment, trying to come up with the right word. "Well, as silly as you, I guess."

"Keheh, Guess I can believe ya there. Ralph was pretty darn serious always talking about how bad the Gold Tribe was. I mean, I'm not a fan but I can't say I hate them! They're good for buisness! We kinda need eachother to stay alive! Yin and Yang! Reshigam and Zekers or whatever they're called!" Snype chuckled. "I was worried you'd be the serious one! I mean, Spirit of the forest? A Legendary? I'd never dream of one being so... er... silly as you I guess?" Snype repeated back.

"I dunno what tribe you're talking about, but you're not the first to mention it... well whatever," Celebi shrugged. "Oh, yeah, but that's because if I'm also serious, everything would be boooring!" She exclaimed. "I mean, Resh and Zeks are serious enough as it is, not to mention... well, never mind. But the point is, if every legendary is brooding and mysterious, then everyone would think we're all weird or boring or whatever." Celebi shrugged. "It's just not in me."

"Kehehe, see, no wonder we get along so well! Cause I'm the exact same way! The thieves were so boring because our leaders always talked about fighting back and revenge of some kinda nonsense. Granted they got what they wanted and well... that happened. But besides that, I try to keep cheery all the time! Even when I'm doing heist I like to stay carefree. Course I take it seriously but I don't gotta act like it!"

Celebi nodded. "I like that. But lemme ask you somethin', Snype. If you had to, how far would you go to protect your own?"

Snype raised his brows at the question and slowly sat down. After all the talk about goofing off, he didn't expect a question to hit him so close to home. The Sableye gave off a small sigh and looked sternly into Celebi's eyes. "I'd do whatever it takes to protect them. I want to follow Arnold's example more or less. Have a home for those who have been rejected by the world around them or were just kinda unlucky. After talking with you the first time I really stopped to think what I truly wanted to strive for as the King of Thieves... and... well I think I know now." Snype gave off a small smile. "I've wanted to expand the thieves in order to ensure they don't fall apart from any far off threat... so there would always be a place to run to when things went downhill. Keheheh... It's kind of a huge ambition and I may not be the most honorble fella but that's just how I feel."

"What if I told you there was a way I could help you?" Celebi asked the Sableye.

Snype raised his brow. "You've done alot for me already Cel. Keheh. But I'm listening."

"Like I said before, I always create a bond with each King of Thieves usually. They agree to protect me. In return, I help protect their own," Celebi explained. "You didn't think the reason no one could ever find their way into this forest was random was it? Or the fact that anytime anyone ever tried to burn it down, it was stopped? It was me, doing my part."

"Kehehe, knowing your identity now, I can see that. I had a few theorys but none of them seemed to make sense. I still could never find out how exactly you pulled it off though... it was like I was walking through some kind of loop." Snype commented.

"It was my powers at work," Celebi explained. "The forest is my home. But it's also your home. We watch each others backs. And all is dandy in the world. So? How about it?"

"Keheh,,, so basically what I've been doing anyways huh?" Snype turned around and acted like as if he were taking awhile to think about the deal. "Kehehe... weellllll... alright then Cel! But I just have oonnnee request!" Snype said as he looked her over. "Do you have another robe like that? It's so cool how you just hide your entire face in that hood! The others I try just don't have that kinda shadiness! Keheh! Aw imagine if someone saw the King of Thieves going around wearing that kinda thing! It'd really leave an impression on folks! Where did you find something like that anyways?"

Celebi smirked, and removed her robe. She folded it up and tossed it to the Sableye. "Here, take mine! I don't really like them personally myself!" She exclaimed.

Snype raised his brows as she suddenly removed the robe and tossed it over. Snype barely caught it and tumbled onto the ground. "Kehehe! Geez give me a warning before ya do something like that." He joked while he began to put the robe over himself. "Awww man how long have you been wearing this thing for anyway? Keheh!" Snype teased.

"Not long, I found it off of a straggler who came in. He left without it," She stated with her tongue out. "But... you do know what this means, right?" She asked Snype a bit more seriously. "About what this deal with me means?"

Snype finished putting the robe on himself but stopped before he placed the hood over his head. "Hm?" Snype tilted his head. He had an idea but the Sableye could never tell with Celebi. "Kehehe, well it's my job to keep you safe right? You asked how far I would go to protect my own. So now... I guess you count as "my own" huh? Keheh! You're technically a genuine member of the thieves as far as I'm concerned!"

Celebi smiled. "Good, then! But it goes beyond that. Snype, you have to promise me here and now, you won't tell anyone about me. Anyone," She repeated more seriously. "Not your friends, family, nobody. For no reason. Even if your life is threatened. Even if your friends life is threatened. Even if the whole world is falling apart. It's absolutely important that no one ever finds out. I can't being to explain this."

"Nobody huh...?" Snype crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Shoot... well there was one but she didn't even believe me so we should be safe... Something tells me your more then just a forest spirit." Snype said with a grin. "Kehehe, but I understand. You made this bond with me when we first met and all so I figure you more or less trust me."

"I didn't trust you then, actually, I just had to see!" Celebi pipped.

Snype grinned. "Kehehe, did that have to do with the whole handshake? I'm curious, what was that all about anyways? Ever since I made the first agreement I feel like two different mon. It's hard to explain..."

"It's the bond I develop with all the ones I connect with, a connection we create," Celebi explained. "Sometimes, a legendary can be bonded with a normal 'mon. These bonds can be for many different things. Information, companionship, protection, strength. And they could last for years, or as short as seconds. But when they're created, the two are linked. Their minds are almost like one. It's slow to establish at first, but as you get used to it, you'll soon learn that you'll feel what I feel, and sense my presence, and I you."

"You can feel what I feel? Hrm..." Snype crossed his arms and looked down, thinking of the various heists and... other activities he had been involved in the past month. He gave off a tiny blush. "Keheheh, uh I this whole "feeling what I feel" thing had some kinda filter I hope." Sype said with a nervous laugh.

"What do you mean?" Celebi asked curiously.

"Uh, n-nothing I'll tell ya about it some other time." Snype said, trying to brush the subject off as he pulled the hood over his head.ing off

Celebi looked over the Sableye curiously for a few moments, before she seemed to accept the answer. "Hmm... OK. Bye!" She exclaimed suddenly, and began to glide off.

"Wha? Hey! Comon why do ya gotta leave so suddenly? Kehehe! Seriously you really don't wanna know!" Snype joked before shaking his head. "Ya know I got all day! Why not chat a little more? We make pretty good pals I'd say!"

Celebi nodded and smiled. "I like you too!" She stated. "But I have to go prep the forest now. Now that we have a deal, I have to hold up my end. Gonna take some time, so I might not see you for a bit of time. But when I do, I expect a lot of stories!"

"Keheh! Hey I got big plans the next upcoming weeks and a proper goal! The thieves are gonna be better then ever! I'll have more then enough stories for ya Cel! Hope you have a chair laying around I'll be talking your ear-... er... well I'll talk something off ya! Kehe!" Snype said. His gem like eyes were giving off a bright glow through the darkness of his hood, along with that big toothy grin of his.

"I'll hold you to that!" Celebi stated with a giggle as she floated away. "Take care of that cloak for me! Bye!" She called back.

Anna, Abel, Cal, Celebi, Cythera, Obsidian, Snype, and Vee - Meeting Gregory

The Gravelers didn't speak as they carried the group down their rock-powered elevator. Soon enough, they were down on one of the lower floors, though Abel could tell it wasn't the bottom floor. Near the bottom maybe, but not quite down there. There was nothing inside the room, save for another long hall. At the end of it, there was a Pokemon. It was a very odd sight. The Pokemon was a Snorlax, who sat behind a desk starkly disproportionate of the 'mon immense size. He had on a pair of glasses too small for his face, and a look on his face like he was either very sleepy, or very sad. Perhaps both. The Snorlax looked up at the group as they approached him. He motioned with his hand briefly for them to come closer, albeit lethargically.

"Hello there," He stated rather politely, though in a monotone voice. "My name is Gregory. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Snype took a more scenic route with Cal as they both seemed to make their way down the tower via window. The Sableye ended up landing beside the Snorlax and looked forward at the group. "Kehehe, aw you guys took the easy way down! You get a pretty good view of Karn from where we were at!" Snype said with a small laugh before turning up to the Snorlax. "Oh uh, heya!" Snype said with a nervous laugh. The size difference was quite apparent.

"Good morning, sir," The enormous Snorlax repeat politely. "How may I assist you today?"

Cal raised a brow at the Snorlax. "Huh...come to think of it..." He said. "We don't really know much about Karn without Sylvio or Guardia do we? Can you give us a rundown Gregory? What interesting stuff is up lately? What good tourist traps are there? And where did you get such a nice custom pair of glasses?" The last part was only half a joke, Cal genuinely wondered where the hell someone got a pair of glasses that fit a Snorlax's pudgy head and linear eyes.

The Snorlax brought a hand up to his glasses and adjusted them at their mentioning. "These were actually custom-shipped from a Beatrucian trader," He explained in a very monotone voice, though he seemed to brighten up at the mention of them slightly. It could hardly be told, however. He seemed generally low-energy and quiet. "It is very difficult to obtain anything here as there aren't many artisans and because of the general volatile nature of the Empire," He explained, as he shuffled a stack of papers in front of him. The Snorlax looked down at the papers and continued with a slight clearing of his voice. "Regardless, there is quite a bit of activity happening around the Empire right now. The semi-annual Duelist Tournament is happening in Erble soon, closer to the end of this month. Many tournaments are held constantly throughout Karn, but here only the strongest warriors come. I believe I heard a rumor a Grand General or two might be making an appearance," The Snorlax held up his large paw slowly. "Please do not take that as gospel, I cannot confirm such a rumor, due to the general unpredictable nature of the Grand Generals. To the south, Mr. Xander Eidragon is currently creating a stir by hosting a rebellion. He is actively supporting the invading armies of Darkrai. Normally, Karn would not care about this. But he has apparently begun taking over towns and cities across the south under Darkrai's banner. To the north, Darkrai's Armies continue to strike. We have positioned many forces to meet them, but they are surprisingly making some progress into our borders because they are being led by one of Darkrai's top Agents, a Grovyle who goes by the monicker 'The Juggernaut.'" The Snorlax explained further.

"Grett," Abel muttered to himself.

"We als-"

"HEY GREG!" A voice came from behind the group as a Servine, Cacnea, and Nidorino approached the Snorlax's desk. The Servine grinned and patted the enormous Snorlax along his side. "What's up, big boss man!"

"Oh, hello Steve, Githrow, Malia," Gregory acknowledged the trio in his monotone voice with a courteous nod.

"Greg, you bringing in some new guys from out of town?" The Cacnea asked excitedly.

"Yes..." The Snorlax replied softly.

"That's f*cking awesome dude!" The Nidorino replied. "You f*cking rock!"

"Woah, what the-? Dudes, you see the stacking on those papers?!" The Cacnea burst out in wonder. "Holy sh*t Greg you're a f*cking animal dude! You stack those papers like they've never been stacked before, let's f*cking go!"

"I appreciate th-"

"Just how many do you go through in one day, dude?" The Servine asked.

"Well, I can't exactly sa-"

"F*cking genius, man! What a champ! What a legend!" The Nidorino exclaimed. "Meet us at the bar later, Gregory, your drinks are on us all night, dude!" He exclaimed.

"All night!" The Cacnea repeated.

"Dude!" The Servine tapped the Nidorino on the shoulder, hushing her voice slightly. "Dude, I f*cking love Greg so much dude!"

"Me too!" He whispered as the trio departed from the room as excitedly as they entered.

"Dude!" The Cacnea called just before closing the door. "Hit 'em with the Gregerino Three-Thousand Special Move, dude! You f*cking got this man, you own it! Wooooooo! Greeeeeeg!"

Gregory cleared his voice as the three left and continued. "Ahem, my apologies, where was I? Ah, yes," He found his place among his papers and continued. "We also have a situation here in town. There has been a lot of violence, more than usual, that is, between the citizens of Karn and the Serving. Ever since the recent appointment of the leader of the Serving as one of the Grand Generals, the 'mon of Karn have also done quite a bit to make the recent slaves' lives miserable. Clearly the decision by the Emperor is not an entirely popular one. Normally, violence isn't a huge issue. But it is becoming harder for all of the bodies to be cleared out because of the sheer number of dead. Our annual death Blizzard seems to be hitting on the top of Mount Titan too, which is nice. That is all of the big headlines for now, though there are many other issues that are going across the country I would be happy to discuss in more detail. I can also answer any questions you may have about Pokemon of interest, general locations, and other important information from within and without of Karn that I might know of."

"Sen's a general?" Sentinel wondered out loud when he finally stopped staring after the dudebro interlopers advertising for Gregory's fanclub. "That makes a lot of sense... Three things stand out to me right away Gregory, one of which absolutely must be addressed. Could you by any chance give us directions to the temples? The ones in Grand General James' territory? I'd also like to hear a bit more about Xander...but also...Death Blizzard?" For what may have been the first time ever, everyone actually heard a slight tinge of fear in Callimer's voice. So far the only time he'd shown any signs of real fear during their journey was when Gabriel first became Darkrai to wipe the floor with him. But a Death Blizzard sounded like a Dragonite's worst nightmare.

"Sen..." The Snorlax repeated as he glanced through his notes. "Ah, yes, the Vigoroth Serving Sen. He is actually not a Grand General. He is one of the Grand General's three Lieutenants, second only in strength to him. The Grand General's name is Hugh," He explained as he siphoned through his papers once more. "Ah, yes the temples. They are quite a walk from here," Gregory shuffled through his papers again and showed a detailed map of Karn.

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"Here it is, at the very top of the territory of Karn, bordering Anatellia. If the weather should hold, which it likely won't, if you continue along the outskirts of Daggen, head straight north, and then make an eastern route, you may be able to to reach it in approximately three weeks. However, since the days are getting colder and the Death Blizzard likely will affect areas off the mountain, I predict a month's journey for most," Gregory explained. "Which brings me to the point of the Death Blizzard. In Karn, the days are quite cold, but especially around the season's end, they become even colder. Mount Titan becomes particularly uninhabitable, especially to those who are weak against the cold. We have developed a long tradition of endurance and strength for those brave enough to endure. A trip up the mountain, many undertake, beginning at either of the three main cities and ending at the peak. Those who make the trip earn a great deal of respect from the Karnian Pokemon. Of course, though who have a tolerance for the cold aren't seen with the same level of endearment. Though the Death Blizzard is at its worst along the mountainside, it typically affects much of our country."

Cythera scowled, already shivering at the thought of the weather to come. "I'll be sure to stick close to the one fire type in the group, then..."

"Who is the Tropius then?" Obsidian blurted out. "I want to find the Tropius. I want his name and location."

"I am sorry, can you be a bit more specific?" The Snorlax asked politely. "There are many Tropius in Karn, after all."

Obsidian took in a deep breath. He had been waiting his entire life for the moment, and it was easy to see he was anxious, "A general." he stated. "Big guy, powerful and all."

Gregory examined the Weavile intently, before shaking his head. "I apologize, but there is no Tropius among the Grand Generals of Karn. As far as I know, there hasn't been in the last ten years, as long as I have been here. Though I do admit there have been quite a bit of 'mon who have cycled out. I would have to go through the records."

Obsidian stared at him silently, "... You've got to be sh**ing me." He muttered. He rubbed at his forehead, "Well, where are the records then? I'll go through them myself if that's what it takes to find him."

"I have the records here in front of me," Gregory explained. "No need, I will skim through them as I talk with you," He stated politely. "I will find your Tropius," He began ruffling through the papers. "Please feel free to ask any other questions that you may have, such as information on the current Grand Generals, city information, or anything else that comes to mind."

Snype stepped forward and hopped onto the desk. "Kehe, hate to bring a more shady question but you wouldn't happen to know about the more... questionable parts of town would ya? If you know what I mean." Snype asked. "It's kinda my thing to dig through the underground networks in these places. I'd like to see if I can gain anything out of it for the group while we're here."

Gregory glanced at Snype for a good half a dozen seconds in silence, before he spoke up. "I'm afraid I do not understand what it is you are inquiring about. Every part of town can be considered 'shady', as you put it, to foreign citizens. I am afraid I cannot help you," He explained, as he looked down through his papers again, continuing his search for the Tropius Obsidian mentioned. As he searched, he continued to speak. "Please be informed that any questionable or illegal activity while in Karn will be met with equally deserved punishment."

"What IS considered illegal here?" Obsidian asked with a raised brow, "Karn is different from many other places. In another country you would be jailed for killing another, yet it is allowed here. What exactly are the main laws governing the country?"

"The law of strength is the law of the land in Karn," Gregory explained. "Those who have it may do what they will with it, and those who do not may not. If you will die because you cannot beat a stronger opponent, then that is Karn's will. Here is where there is a split. A majority of Karnians view power through a narrow lens. Strength in whatever field you are most adaptable, and being the strongest or best in that. If it helps you fight and win, than it is acceptable. There is a smaller minority that believe power can encompass and ever broader sense. This is where underhanded tactics come into play. Cheating, backstabbing, killing in your sleep, killing a 'mon that cannot fight back, and related ventures. Such tactics are illegal in some places in Karn, while legal in others. It varies. What is without a doubt illegal is other aspects. These include interfering with the economy, for example. Monetary matters aren't treated very highly in Karn, unfortunately," Gregory stated with a sigh. "But they are technically illegal. Not that many care to enforce it. Technically, treachery of the crown is also technically illegal, as is anything that betrays one's Karnian roots, in essence, going against the Karnian culture. But many times, these are not enforced either. A good example is the current situation with the General Xander Eidragon. He is technically in rebellion against Karn. Now, in other societies, it would be deemed instant death. Here, he is technically a traitor and must be put to death. But the law of treachery is superseded by the law of strength. He is strong, powerful, and thus, if none can stop him, than he is allowed to do as he pleases. The law of strength will always govern. No matter what allegiance he declares."

"... So you follow the strongest." Obsidian stated, "Which means if say... someone came in and started killing every single Karnian, and was powerful enough to not be taken down by anyone, then that would be alright because that would be the will of Karn?" He asked.

Gregory nodded. "That is the will of Karn. The strongest rule."

"So... why do you fight Darkrai?" Obsidian asked, "He is coming in to kill and cause chaos, shouldn't you... bow down to him or something?"

"Well he hasn't proven he's strong enough to do it if he hasn't already done it now has he?" Cal questioned. "He'd at least have to kill Edgar and I've seen no signs of that yet."

"Quite right," Gregory responded after Callimer. "Karn follows Emperor Edgar because, simply put, he is the strongest. And nobody, including Gabriel, has proven otherwise. That match has already been decided."

"Wait, what?" Vee questioned from behind.

"The Emperor has already fought Gabriel. He had come to challenge him before. The Emperor defeated him," Gregory responded plainly as he continued to scanned through the papers.

Cal froze, jaw dropped practically to the floor. There wasn't the least bit of comprehension in his eyes, just shock. "WHAT?!" Was the only thing he managed to blurt out.

"Wow, I'm surprised I was able to keep you all alive," Cythera commented with wide eyes. Thinking back over her words, she added with a chuckle, "I'm kidding, of course! I totally have full confidence in you guys!"

"... You're joking." Then Obsidian's eyes lit up, "Wait... that's it!" He turned to Cal with a grin, "Don't you remember? The emperor had Cresselia's soul with him! He's a strong mon, and Gabriel is too. Thing is... if you neutralize Gabriel's powers... and you're on equal terms... " He laughed, "It means Gabriel, just as he is nautrally without his powers relating to Darkrai, is weaker than the Karnian emperor! He probaly thought he could use his dark powers, but he couldn't! Cause he had the soul! Hell, if you had the soul when you two fought he probably woud have been weaker than you! He's been relying too much on his powers as Darkrai! All that gathered chaos means nothing with Cress' powers!"

"Wel-" The Snorlax began

Cal managed to shake himself out of his stupor while he listened to Obsidian speak, but his brow remained thoroughly furrowed. "Let's not underestimate Gabriel... my fight with him still destroyed a fairly large chunk of the capital city... and he didn't want to kill the Queen when we fought either."

"If I cou-" Gregory tried again.

"The thing is, he had building up chaos for a while." He smiled broadly at Cal, "He had to use all of that expanded chaos to stand up to you. But Edgar nullified that power out. He didn't have years and years of chaos to rely on, just his own Greninja strength. You saw how he beat down Victini in two punches. If he could do that with Vee, who had no built up powers like Gabriel has, then imagine him blowing Gabriel out with a single punch! If we get Cres up and running she can nullify all those powers that Darkrai built up! He wouldn't be able to open the Ancian!"

"Pardon the interruption," Gregory finally managed out. "Do you mean that odd stone that the Emperor wears around his neck?" He asked the group. "If that is what all this uproar is about, the Emperor actually found that object after his fight with Gabriel."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Cal said. "But worried as well...it brings up a whole slew of other questions and concerns... Maybe I shouldn't come back to try Edgar one-on-one later after all..."

"Keheheh, that'd just make me smart then. Had some nerve calling me a coward. Still, the fact he's stronger than Gabe is insane." Snype rubbed his chin. He still was thinking of checking the more questionable sides of Karn. It'd be interesting to see how they ran and just what Snype could do for them.

Suddenly, Cal felt a tiny hand poke at his side. It was Cythera, looking bothered. "I hate to interrupt, again, but it looks like ****ing Raz disappeared. Again."

Cal sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, he'll do that. I'm sure he'll be back soon... little troublemaker." Cal grumbled.

"I didn't even see him come off the elevator with you guys." Snype noted.

"I didn't even know it was possible to outclass a legendary." Obsidian noted, "I mean... Victini is one thing, but Darkrai has years, and I mean YEARS of power behind him. He's super powerful. It would be impossible for any mere mortal to beat him It just doesn't make sense... nothing here makes sense."

"There's something not quite... natural about him," Vee muttered. "I've had this feeling only a few times in my life before. When normal 'mon give it off its... terrifying. I do believe this Emperor is a one in a million Pokemon."

"It doesn't," Anna answered Obsidian, "but it's the reality. What Gregory was kind enough to tell us gives us more insight into the Emperor's power and makes it more important that we prove ourselves to him. If he beat Gabriel then I can see why he isn't rushing off to fight Darkrai's forces head on, considering the values here in Karn." She looked from her allies to Greg. "So it's even more important that we prove ourselves here. What's the best way to do that Gregory? If I may ask."

"The best way, I would say, is to demonstrate your worth," Gregory answered. "And the best way to do that is through the law of strength. Taking down prominent warriors or accomplishing tasks which require an enormity of power is one way to go about it. For example, beating any of the five Grand Generals would do the trick. Two of them happen to be here in Daggen. James is in Erble, or heading there. Mr. Eidragon is in Truon, southeast of here. The Grand General Boros is to the northwest, by the borders leading the defense against Darkrai's forces. Of course, you can always help the Grand Generals instead of simply fighting them. I do believe both the Grand Generals in Daggen are in need of some assistance. And Boros would definitely need help along the borders. You can also try joining the tournament in Erble, crushing or joining Xander's rebellion, or conquering the Death Blizzard on Mount Titan."

"So... any luck on finding that Tropius?" Obsidian couldn't hep but ask again.

"Still looking, sir," Gregory responded calmly as he continued to scanned through his records. "There are a lot of names to get thr- oh, here he is," The Snorlax announced. "Dorrian. He was a Grand General for a couple of years nearly approximately fifteen years ago. He was defeated in a duel by one of the current Grand Generals: Xander Eidragon. After which, he had demanded and tried to rise back to the rank of general but didn't succeed. Currently, his residence is believed to be in a village outside of Truon, but that hasn't been updated in years."

"Would anyone know about him?" Obsidian asked. "Does it list any relatives he has? Would my best bet be to head out there and ask anyone there?"

The Snorlax cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses over his eyes, and tidied up his papers. "Your best bet, sir, is to hope that the Pokemon in question is still alive. Many in Karn have short life expectancies, and judging by his record, his time may already be up. But I would go ask around town. Of course, I would expect no information will come to you for free."

Obsidian fell silent at that for a moment, his eyes becoming focused, "Is the village's position on the map?"

"No, sir," Gregory replied, pointing to the map. "But it is just south of Truon, called Dart, I believe. More likely than not, it has been taken over by Mr. Eidragon's forces."

"Then I know where to go, thanks." Obsidian said as he made his way out of the room.

Snype watched as Obsidian left the room and turned back to Greg. "Well now that all of that's out of the way, I got quite a few questions myself. First and foremost, besides Gabe, have you seen anybody with a stone that looks like this?" Snype said as he pulled out his Mega Stone. "Or at least, sightings of similar stones? I've heard rumors about the temples and all but I want to watch my back either way."

"That stone is similar to the one the Emperor has," Gregory commented. "Not exactly the same but, I have seen it before. I saw Grand General James with one like it as well. I do not recall others having it, however."

"Hrm, well that's a relief... how about the temples them? Anything interesting we should know about them? I know James has control over one of them but we don't really know all that much about the temples themselves." Snype asked.

"General James has control over both of the former-Anatellia sect temples, the Temple of Life and the Temple of Balance," Gregory explained. "I do not know much about them, other than they serve as worshiping zones for certain legendaries. The priests who operate there say that they do something more, if you believe in such things. Personally, I do not give much credence to blind religious faith. But, I apologize, I shouldn't have divulged such personal information. I'm afraid my knowledge of the temples are not that extensive. I do know that James was very keen on keeping that territory for himself, however."

"Keh... was planning on paying him a visit first anyways. We need those temples..." Snype scratched his chin and debated a few more questions to ask. He probably wouldn't have a chance to do something like this again. "You mentioned the laws of Karn earlier... have there been groups within Karn who have specifically broken these laws? I'd like to make sure I don't get suddenly backstabbed or anything in my sleep ya know? Keheh. Wouldn't exactly be the warrior's way to go!"

The Snorlax shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat for a moment. "There may be someone who holds some disfavor among certain groups in Karn. An underhanded fellow, who hides in the shadows. His or her methods are unconventional to say the least. Many do not know his or her motivations, but he or she has gained a reputation for questionable behavior."

"Interesting..." Snype rubbed his chin. Something like that was right up his alley. At least it'd be something to do while Cal was facing against James. "Anything I should know about this fellow? Any sightings or recent acts?"

"He or she is a particularly shady individual, sir," Gregory responded. "May I ask for what purpose you seek information about him or her?"

"Well if they're an issue then maybe I can bring some light to it? That kind of territory has been my forte. Maybe an outsider can bring this problem to end eh?" Snype said. "O-of course, without interfering with the laws of course! You can call me Detective Snype or whatever! Eheheh..."

"I see," Gregory raised an eyebrow at the Sableye. "Well, he or she, is said to be everyone. Have his or her stock in everything. There is... for lack of a better word, a deep vacuum in Karn. A vacuum that this 'mon and his associates are trying to capitalize on. We have strength. We have power. We have tactics and warring and all manner of exceptional 'mon in many fields. But we have few designers. We have few architects, and little in the way of economists or merchant brokers. Because of this, we also do not have much of a criminal network, mostly because crime in Karn cannot thrive, because in a way, it already does naturally. This 'mon... he or she is different. What their end goal is, many have surmised. But they have begun to create a pseudo-criminal network to fill this void. And with it, boost economic matters, create gold filters where there used to be none. He or she began to put a money value on things again. It is a dangerous concept here in Karn."

"Kind of an odd ambition in a land where Power is law... hrm... color me interested..." Snype rubbed his chin. Everything about this sounded right up his ally! Gaining control of this network or at least stabilizing it could lead to a lot of benefits for the group hopefully and perhaps support his own thieves. He needed to get them back up after what happened to the forest. The whole mystery was actually getting the Sableye extremely excited! While he had to focus on the important matters, he was bound to find some way to turn this network into something he could use. "Where have these acts been popping up at recently? Some kinda lead would be nice. Keheh." Snype asked.

"Anywhere," Gregory replied. "Everywhere. We have heard reports of gambling in Erble, extortions in Truon, dealings here in Daggen, and everything in between. Wealth being accumulated, and moved, important pieces being moved. And all that money gets funneled somewhere. I have my suspicions that whoever is truly behind this may even have some ulterior motive not quite as brazen as everyone concludes. The Dealer, I believe the Pokemon in charge was called that."

"Guess I'll just have to trust my own instinct to find these fellows. Kehehe... thanks for the info Greg." Snype said as he gave him a small poke.

"Please do not poke me," Gregory asked politely as he rubbed the area Snype touched. "I value my personal space very much."

"Sorry! Bad habit! I'd know from experience what the consequences are." Snype said as he glanced over to Celebi with a small laugh. "Ah, you know, I just remembered! We don't really know much about the other generals besides Xander and James! That'd probably be nice to know in case we get on the bad side of one of them without knowing! Kehehe! Hell, even so, James was a pretty secluded fella and I didn't really know Xander all that well personally. Ah hell gimmie the run down!"

Gregory nodded. "Very well. You are familiar with James, of course. No known surname. Believed to be originally of Karn, but not confirmed. He is a mercenary as his first listed profession. James became Grand General when he fought and killed Titan Albatross, a very strong Machamp General who was much beloved by the Karnians. James picked him apart with relative ease, it was an almost unfair bout. One of the most lopsided I've seen," The Snorlax explained. "James has been a General for a while now. His most impressive feat is single-handedly conquering the Anatellian temple lands to the north. Or at least a large portion of them. It was a legendary feat, the likes of which many have not seen. Many songs were sung about that night. Then there is Xander Eidragon. He is also a long-timer, the one who defeated the Tropius earlier mentioned. Most believe he isn't actually from Karn, but no one knows for sure. He is... very, very straight-forward. Brash, to say the least. I do not think there is a single more forward Pokemon than him. I do believe if Arceus were in this very room, he wouldn't bat an eyelash,"

Gregory continued. "Then there is Boros. He's pure Karnian, born and raised. Boros is perhaps the most loyal of the group to Karn's true ideals, including the law of strength. He is fiercely loyal to the Emperor too, but his true loyalty is to the will of Karn first and foremost. It is probably why he leads the fights against Darkrai. Next is Hugh, the Serving General. He is a very noble Pokemon, if I do say so myself. But then again, one who comes from slavery will probably end up like that. Hugh is honor-bound as a Serving no longer, given his rise. But he has the interest of the other Serving at heart, to fully end the practice of slavery, and to break apart the Serving tradition of the death quota that they must honor. I find his benevolence quite refreshing. Although I must say many other Karnians do not share my sentiment. Now the last Grand General is probably my favorite, if I do say so myself," Gregory continued to explain. "He is quite a charming fellow. Although, it is difficult to put into words what he is like. I would rather list off his accomplishments. They are quite many. He is known for many things. The establishment of the coding system. The creation of the triple-flow. One of the founders of the Karnian Opening. There are few things one can outclass him in," Gregory said with a smile.

Snype was already dead set on going after James. The underground network sounded interesting but he had to set his priorities first. At the moment, he had no reason to stray off the current path. "Kehehe, are the other generals having some problems of their own out there? Besides James, Xander and Boros."

Gregory nodded again. "Indeed, General Hugh, as I mentioned before, is working to try and end the slavery and Serving practice of Karn. Currently, our culture has a huge stigma against the former slaves. Once, Karn was a smaller nation, filled with Pokemon from the base of the great Mount Titan. It was said we survived the fierce winters that was imposed on us as a way to make us stronger. We descend our line from the Mountain King Groudon, the Lord of the Land, who first came here to the cold to test himself against it. From there, we expanded. South, to conquer what was once Deralas. West, taking in the nations of the Griff and Dirx. North, taking apart of Anatellia, and northwest, claiming part of Beatruce. Those who were conquered were eventually welcomed as citizens, but not all. The weak, the sick, the unworthy, as they were called, were forced into slavery. From then on, of those that we conquered, many had become slaves. So was our way for a long time. It was not until recently that we ended the practice. Emperor Edgar freed all of the slaves, calling them instead the Serving, a semi-free caste, identified by a tattoo below their eye. He freed them, under one condition: they fulfill what is known as the death quota. Every Serving must fight, and win, one thousand battles in their lives. If they do, they become free 'mon, and full citizens of Karn. Very few have been able to do this, but many have tried, every day. General Hugh was one of the few that did. His very last opponent was a former Grand General," The Snorlax explained.

"General Hugh has been pushing to end the practice for a while now. No doubt he would want some help with that. It is a noble thing he tries to do. But Karn is an unforgiving and cold place. 'Mon like him are rare here, probably not built for this place, I would say. I do not think he will be successful in his bid. Not alone."

Gregory rummaged through some papers. "I could also use a bit of assistance, if you fellows happen to have the time to do so. You see, most recently there has been a lot more violence, even more than usual around the city. I would like to determine just how many more deaths have been happening recently," Gregory pulled out a couple of papers through his stacks. "Ah, there it is. If one of you could go across Daggen and fill out forms C, D1, and X, I would be most appreciative. Just examine all of the dead bodies that have died in a single day, record that, and bring me results. Identify them and separate by brackets of types, gender, and body formation, and fill out the appropriate forms attached," The Snorlax smiled and continued in his low, monotone voice. "I know, quite an exciting prospect to do this. I am a bit jealous of you if you do it. I would do it myself, but I have a lot of paperwork I still need to go through."

Vee looked over one of the convoluted and complicated forms Greg handed to them, scanning it over with a confused look on its face. "This is fun...?"

"Only in Karn. Kehehehe." Snype said, giving Vee a playful pat on the back. "I can see why the other countries have a problem with Karn. Antellia and Beatruce especially... Ya know, I'm willing to bet a bit of what I have left that Hugh is from one of those places... who was the former Grand General by chance? Dunno if that'd be relevant exactly. Keheh. Couldn't hurt to ask."

"He was a dragon of the family of Phylax, an old name here in Karn," Gregory explained. "Atlhough I hear that Mr. Phylax was previously injured before entering the bout. Mr. Phylax is quite a powerful foe. He is one of the few former Generals that I believe remains alive."

"Wait a moment." Cal said, raising his hand. "Gregory you never said the name of the fifth grand general, who is it?"

"Ah, yes," The Snorlax nodded, as he shifted in his seat, adjusting the glasses over his eyes. "My apologies. I do not often like to brag. He, or rather, I, am Gregory Kylen, the fifth Grand General of Karn."

"S-**** I just poked a grand general in the belly. Keheh" Snype said with a small laugh. "Sorry about that bud. You can have all the personal space ya need. Kehehe" Snype said.

Callimer tapped his chin thoughtfully, before smiling at the Snorlax. "Hey Gregory, before we leave Daggen, do you think you might be able to burn through enough of this paperwork to spar with me? I've had a feeling about you right away, and now I know I was right. It's the same feeling I'd hope you have when we met, but if you haven't yet-" He cut himself off, holding his hand across the desk for a proper handshake with Grand General Gregory.

"Ah, well, er, yes, I suppose it is my duty to impose upon anyone a challenge if they so ask," Gregory nodded as he shook the Dragonite's hand politely. "I do have a mountain of paperwork to do, unfortunately. So I will not be able to entertain such a request at this moment. If any of you were to assist me with the fascinating paperwork assignment I previously discussed, I may be able to accept your spar request, sir," Gregory concluded, as a loud rumble suddenly shook the tower. "Mmm, the Emperor must have taken on another challenger."

"Huh...how long before we see someone plummet to the ground in a broken heap?" Cal muttered. "We'll take your forms Gregory, I know just the 'mon for the job, bowties are pretty fashionable you know." Despite what he may have just gotten himself into Cal felt much more excitement than he did nervousness or fear...but it was an intimidating list. At least two grand generals of Karn...and possibly the Emperor later, Edgar was probably going to want some payback for that dig about sitting on his ass...

Anna perked up at the mention of bowties. "Who me?" While she was no stranger to an organized census, she was definitely not familiar with taking count of dead bodies. Not just taking count but examining them closely for further details. The injuries on the 'mon they met before arriving at the Emperor's home was bad enough, but the full aftermath? And the smell! She didn't think she could make herself do it. Not unless they get through it as quickly as possible. They would need more bodies than just her own of course if they had to calculate the number of dead bodies fallen in Daggen in a single day. If she had a map of the size of Daggen she could easily calculate the appropriate amount of people. Then of course they had to be qualified. No one liked sloppy paperwork. They would need a keen eye as well. No doubt some 'mon are mangled to the point they'd be unrecognizable. Assuming they could find the bodies. But Snype was good at that underground type of thing that he seemed to be willing to pursue now. Maybe he could manage to help? Though the thought of asking made her feel a bit bad. They were all under a lot of pressure right now but... Well, this was all hypothetical anyways. It would only matter if she accepted, though she didn't think she could stomach looking at the bodies. The details of the affair did keep Anna's mind curious, though... "Do you have a map of Daggen..?" She asked, though a bit distracted by her own hypothetical calculations of how many gloves they may need.

"Of course," Gregory answered as he rummaged through his stack of papers and provided a detailed map of the surrounding area. "Here is a map of the city. You'll find our current location marked, as well as any areas of importance."

Anna examined the map closely before speaking again, though her eyes stayed stuck on the paper. "Is there a team that I can recruit for this task?"

"Aside from any of your comrades who would be willing to assist you, I will be able to provide two of my underlings to assist you," Gregory explained as he gave Anna two additional forms. "Provide these forms to Rebel and Nigel. Both should be around the city. Check either their homes, or other areas I've marked with blue stickers on the map: the Fiery Fist Bar, the Honor-bound Luck Gambling Pits, or the local arenas. I expect they won't be entirely pleased with being pulled out to do this, but they will do so when you give them these direct order forms from myself. Use them as you please."

"Thank you very much, Gregory!" Anna said with some considerable excitement in her voice. Now she just had to locate this Rebel and Nigel and see who in their group wouldn't be too busy to assist her.

Snype snuck over to Anna and gave her a hard pat on the back. "Kehehe! After this we oughta call you the Grand General of Paperwork or something! Keheh!" Snype said. "Hell I'll help ya out with the death toll. Keheh! I'll check out the more shady parts of town and all that good stuff! Kehe."

The Emperor vs. The Dreadmage

"You feel a good one coming?" The Dreadmage repeated Edgar's earlier words with a wry grin as he opened up a portal to his Magic Room. "You're not going to belch on me or something, are you?"

"After I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I did!" The Pangoro roared, as he began a running start from his throne, jumped through the air, and began to descend rapidly toward the smaller Ralts, attempting to pin him with a Body Slam.

"Are you-?" Razathiel had to stop, quickly pushing himself out of the attack's path on a wave of Psychic energy and closing his Magic Room on the way out. "Oi! I was checking my room, you rude bastard! Thought you lot were duellists, not fucking animals, honestly..." The wizard held up a hand, eyeing Edgar suspiciously. "Ground rules first. And stakes, too, if you see the need for them. Soundtrack, maybe?"

Edgar grinned and extended his arm back. "Shut the f*ck up and fight me, little 'mon!" He roared as he took off toward the Ralts. The Emperor leapt into the air, and brought his Hammer Arm down toward Raz once more, sending shockwaves across the hall before the blow even landed.

"Oh, for fuck's-" the Dreadmage back-hopped and was thrown across the room by the shockwaves of the attack. Being flung didn't phase him, however, as well used to his own momentum as he was; he reached out to his Magic Room in mid-air and was clad in platemail before he landed on his feet with a clank. "At least converse with me while fighting, you inconsiderate barbarian! Confusing fights are the worst! And not all that fun, either, which somewhat defeats the purpose of this whole blasted affair."

The Pangoro rose up from the large crater he created from his impact with the ground. Pieces of the thick stone broke off of his arm as he released it from the ground. He glanced at the Ralts in front of him, prepared to answer him, but he suddenly burst out into laughter. "What the f*ck is that?" He croaked as he snickered at Raz's armor. "Are you seriously wearing that right now? You can't be real!" He howled with laughter.

"At least my wardrobe is practical," the wizard scoffed. "I'm not the one using Cresselia's fucking Soul Stone as a neck-ornament. You should put that away again, by the way - I'm not going to have that thing's destruction on my hands."

Edgar rolled his eyes and removed the stone from his neck. He tossed it over to the Kadabra to the side of the room. "How the f*ck is that practical? It looks like you're about to wobble over and fall down!" He snickered. "That ain't too heavy for you is it, little guy?" He asked as he began to step forward toward the Ralts once more.

"A little heavy, but it can be a worthwhile trade-off," Razathiel admitted, flipping up on to his staff as means of demonstration. "For the record, my balance is impeccably stable, thank you very much. Now, before you interrupted me so rudely, I was talking about ground rules; no assistance from outside sources, no healing before the battle ends, and no killing. What the fuck are the stakes? Are we even doing stakes?"

The Emperor shook his head as she continued moving toward Raz. "Little 'mon, little 'mon," He stated with a tsk. "You've got a lot to learn about Karn still. And you will. This isn't a duel! There aren't any stakes, and there aren't any ground rules! Save one!" He roared as he brought his hand back again, prepping another powerful Hammer Arm. "You live, or you die!" He brought his punch down toward Raz.

"So you'd rather have some annoying, boring, tragically standard fight," the Dreadmage said, disappointed as he launched himself away on the recoil of a Dazzling Gleam. He righted himself with a few extra pulses of Psychic energy to adjust to his new weight before scraping to a halt against the floor, allowing his armour to prevent any scraping along his feet. "Are you really so anti-fun? I'd have thought someone so attuned to fighting would be more willing to make things interesting."

"This IS fun!" Edgar shot back as his fist once more collided with the ground, causing the entire room to shake uncontrollably, with the Dazzling Gleam colliding with the Emperor's chest, though causing him only to grunt with discomfort. "You're the one trying to talk me to death with your sh*tty 'ground rules' and 'handicaps' or whatever! Do me a favor: shut up and fight me or I'll break you in half!"

"Rules are your norm? Colour me surprised. Fine, have it your way," Razathiel hopped up and fired another Dazzling Gleam, aiming for as much air time as possible to avoid the shaking ground. "Shutting up is less of a possibility, however, I'm afraid; banter is half the battle, my greyscale adversary."

This time, Edgar rammed right through Raz's attack, and kept going. He burst through the hallway on a collision course to the Ralts. Every step he took seemed to have him pick up speed and strength, until his Take Down tore through pillars along its way toward Razathiel. "Can't have a good fight without some proper banter!" He yelled.

"Of course!" the Dreadmage agreed, latching onto a column as he began to descend. As the Emperor approached, destroying the scenery in his wake, Razathiel pushed off his column to maintain his height and flung himself over Edgar in an arc on the shockwave of Hidden Power fireballs. The fire descended towards the Pangoro and flew directly towards him at the end of the wizard's jump, blasting into the crumbling columns and becoming fiery rubble projectiles. "Say, how does that little shoot of yours stay in your mouth? Weren't you engulfed in a column of flame just a few minutes ago?"

The Emperor scoffed as he extended his claws, with a deep purple energy resonating off of them as he prepared to meet the fireballs with his Dragon Claw. "Please, as if those attacks can burn my shoot!" He exclaimed and laughed as he began slicing up the flaming boulders as they approached him. The Pangoro then grabbed the last one before it struck him, and proceeded to toss it back toward Raz. The wizard blinked as the rubble suddenly changed direction, and as it neared him he shot it back at Edgar with a wave of Psychic energy. Edgar quickly retaliated by catching the fiery piece of rubble once more, and repeating the action of tossing it back at the Ralts. Raz responded again with another bolt of fire aimed at the boulder to fling it once more in the Pangoro's direction. The Pangoro caught the boulder in his large paw once more, spun around and used the extra momentum to throw it back at Raz. Seeing the projectile approaching him with greater force only seemed to exhilarate the Ralts, who jumped up with a somersault and launched the boulder with Psychic energy in the Emperor's direction again.

Edgar once more caught the rapidly-moving boulder. He then prepared to throw it again, before he stopped himself, examined it, and crushed it in his paw. "Bah, what the fuck am I doing?!"

"Not sure," Razathiel snickered, readying himself for the fight to resume after the momentary distraction. "Whatever it was, I won."

The Pangoro growled lowly. "Won? You didn't win shit!" He roared and pounced forward toward the Ralts, breaking apart anything in his path. "Come here!" He exclaimed, with Hone Claws shining along his claws.

"That sounds like something a loser would say," Raz chortled, willing magical energy into the tip of his staff and eyeing Edgar's approach carefully.

"And you sound like a child!" Edgar roared as he attempted to clothesline the Dreadmage. Razathiel unleashed his Dazzling Gleam up at the Emperor, its recoil forcing the wizard to the floor. He extended an arm upwards and let out a psychic pulse to send him rolling through the legs of the Pangoro and flipping to his feet on the opposite side.

"Voice of a child, vocabulary and wordsmithing expertise of an experienced elder," Raz retorted. "Well aren't we just polar opposites?"

"If that were true, then you'd be weak too," The Pangoro responded, as he quickly turned and pounced at Ralts. "Are you?!" He questioned as the surprisingly faster-moving Pangoro prepared to Body Slam his foe. The Dreadmage backflipped, grasping rubble from behind him in a psychic grasp and releasing them to be shot at the approaching Emperor with a barrage of flames. The Pangoro roared and powered through Raz's attack, continuing with his full force to smash the Ralts. The force of the attack spread across Razathiel's body - though it's pretty impossible for an attack to not do so with a body that size - flinging him backwards towards what columns remained in the room on that side at an alarming rate. The wizard braced his impact with psychic energy, crashing through two and grunting as the shards of rock battered his armored form but, ultimately, failed to pierce through. Raz landed on his feet, ignoring whatever might be broken for now and praising his decision to suit up. Tollenian craftsmanship was anything but shabby, especially under his discerning (and irritable) eye.

"Surprisingly sturdy for your size," The Emperor commended with a grin as he was already on approach toward the Dreadmage.

"And you laughed... when I put this on," Razathiel breathed, feigning exhaustion. He raised one hand weakly, levitating a large portion of column rubble and chucking it halfheartedly at the Pangoro. With the large piece of stone covering the Emperor's vision of him completely, Razathiel took a deep breath and steadied himself, making use of his newfound adrenaline and willing as much magical energy towards his hands as he could manage. Edgar had been adamant there shouldn't be rules, and as much as trickery wasn't something Raz would usually do, who was he to pass up an opportunity to punish the Pangoro for his arrogance?

"Still funny as hell!" The Emperor laughed as he lunged forward and took on the large piece of rubble head on. He collided with it through his shoulder, crumbling it apart into pieces, before he continued his rampage toward the Ralts. Immediately as the column collapsed, the Emperor was bombarded with a Dazzling Gleam to his chest. The Pangoro stalled for a moment, grunting from the powerful, type-effective attack, but slowly he began to push past it and charged at Raz again. "Not good enough!" He roared and lunged forward, brandishing his claws and attempting a swipe at the Dreadmage.

Although taking the Body Slam earlier was most certainly unfavourable on-balance, the rubble left from Razathiel's collision was something of a convenient resource to make use of; the wizard took a large, mostly in-tact piece of one of the columns and positioned it a few feet in front of himself. As Edgar stormed towards it on the other side, Razathiel moved closer to it as well, jumping up towards the top of the column. The Emperor broke through the great piece of stone and was more than ready to strike, only to find the Ralts no longer there - the tip of the column had broken off and Raz had remained on it, launching further into the air and away from the Pangoro from the momentum of the rubble's destruction and the recoil of flinging another bolt of magical energy towards his foe.

Edgar was surprised by the sudden impact of energy onto his back. He grunted and turned, grinning as he noticed the Ralts now behind him. "Nice!" He praised as he turned fully to face his opponent. "You got some moves. Not bad for a tiny thing!" The Emperor clenched his fists, grinning excitedly at the Ralts.

"I like to think I do quite well with what fate has dealt me," Razathiel grinned back as he landed, bending down and readying more magical energy at the tip of his staff. "Raltses, I imagine, aren't generally considered the strongest of opponents."

"Not at all!" Edgar replied, as his claws began to shine once more from the effect of Hone Claws. "In fact I wanna see just how strong you are now!" He stated with a malicious grin.

"Define 'strong'," Raz murmured dryly. "I should hope you're not exerting yourself too hard trying to kill me. Funnily enough I feel somewhat obliged to survive this meeting."

"Nah, I don't try to kill anyone, they just end up dying because they're too weak!" Edgar replied with a hearty laugh. "But that's why I always have to hold back when I fight! Maybe this time I won't have to as much! Hehehe!" He chuckled as a faint, red energy began to work its way around Edgar's body, the effect of Work Up taking its toll.

"Holding back? Ugh, you're telling me!" the Dreadmage groaned. "Spend your whole life fighting entire groups of 'mon alone at once, then get forced into partying with those clods and suddenly you're supposed to magic up some kind of supernatural ability not to hit any of them! No more devastating explosions flung everywhere, no more indiscriminate killing because suddenly there are a load of targets on the battlefield I can't aim at. That fight with you earlier was awful - the Dragonite just kept brawling with you, couldn't get a shot in sideways for Giratina's sake! It's been months, and they haven't even thought of giving me a crash course for a bloody second. Good thing for them I'm so fucking brilliant."

"Yeah shut the f*ck up, this isn't a debate it's a fight!" Edgar stated as blue energy from Agility gently flowed around him following the effect of Work up. "We'll have time for that later! Now... do me a favor. I like you, so don't f*cking die right now!" He changed his stance and bent his knees, with the floor below gently shaking from this action.

"Uh-" Razathiel blinked, shaking his head. "Er, sorry, got a little carried away there. Don't die? Easy," the Dreadmage seemed to have brought himself back to the moment, pushing his arms to his sides and releasing a series of small psychic blasts against the columns near him. "I've been not dying my entire life, so I suppose you could say I'm something of an expert at it."

The Emperor grinned. "Not against me you aren't," He stated, before he rushed forward. His buffs seemed to work their magic on the Pangoro, as he dashed forward at speeds unnatural of a 'mon of his species. His claws glowed a bright green color as a set of Dragon Claws began to take hold of them. In a few mere moments, Edgar was from one side of the room to the other, ready to unleash the power he had been building along his claws at his size-challenged opponent. As the Emperor dashed towards him, Razathiel slammed his staff into the ground and took off into the air, sending two waves of psychic force upwards into the destabilised pillars beside him. The stone cracked and split apart, forming chunks of rock which Raz jumped between in his efforts to evade the rampaging Pangoro. The Pangoro continued relentlessly, changing directions and bringing his claws through the pillars and annihilating them. His claws continued forward, into the depths of the broken pillars to meet his target. Razathiel flipped backwards off his chunk of stone to another behind him, Edgar's extended Dragon Claws crashing against the Ralts' form and exploding into magical confetti as they made contact. From piece to piece Raz flipped across the rubble, trying to remain as elusive as possible.

The Emperor seemed to be amused by Raz's evasion efforts. "F*cking stand still, will ya?!" He touched down on the ground momentarily before he rushed forward again, this time attempting to crash through all the debris toward the Ralts with a Take Down.

"You're the one who asked me not to die," Razathiel retorted, hopping his way off the debris all the way up to the ceiling before hopping off of it and launching himself across the room away from Edgar on the recoil of another Dazzling Gleam attack. "Pick one, I'm not doing both!"

The Dazzling Gleam collided with Edgar, causing him to momentarily halt and let out a low grunt. "Heh... not bad!" He exclaimed, but the slight shimmering of blue light indicated he was once more on the move, powering himself up even more with another Agility. The Ralts flung another magical attack down at the Pangoro and ascended back up towards one of the pillars that still stood, grasping onto it to remain near the top of the room. The Emperor responded with a roar as another magical attack descended upon him from the Ralts. He powered through it, enduring the punishment along his body to jump forward and ascend upward. His boosted speed caused him to close the gap swiftly, and the Pangoro put all of his might into an explosive Take Down charge. The Dreadmage let go of his hold immediately, shocked at the sudden speed the massive Pangoro had managed to obtain. He twisted downwards and flung a psychic bolt against the ceiling as quickly as he could manage, sending him careening towards the floor dangerously quickly. Just before he hit the floor, Raz sent out another psychic blast, shifting his movement to the side; the Ralts skidded as he landed, drawing sparks from his momentum against the stone floor and raising his head to look towards Edgar.

The Pangoro meanwhile continued forward, rampaging through the thick, stone ceiling of the tower and making a large hole through it. Razathiel stared up at the hole in the ceiling, exhaling in mild annoyance.

"Well, this is... not ideal," the Ralts muttered, keeping his head trained upwards, ever-vigilant as he called out to the room's guards. "How often does the Emperor make sudden exits to join Rayquaza's tea party?"

"Wait for it," The Scizor guard replied with a smirk, as he slowly edged away from the area to the back of the hallway. The other guards proceeded to do the same. From the other side, a thunderous noise could be heard, building slowly, as if from a far distance, but with every passing second growing louder. Something was coming. Razathiel wasn't about to wait around for some kind of rehearsed tactic - instead, he launched himself towards the nearest window. He grabbed the top of the window frame and flipped up, hanging just beneath the lip of the roof. From his position on the roof, the Ralts had a pretty good view of what was coming next. Above high in the sky, the dark clouds of Karn roared and thundered as if a storm were brewing. Then, an object broke through the clouds at an alarming rate, like a bullet raining down from the sky. This bullet was the Emperor, shooting down toward the roof of his tower, back through the roof he came. But his added momentum and force, plus the additional gravity he picked up, caused the second break through the roof to be even more forceful. But the Emperor didn't want to crash through the entire tower, so he forced his body to attempt to halt with a series of Dragon Claws and Snarls upward.

All of the momentum of the fall suddenly imploded upon itself, and the Emperor stopped himself just as he crashed through the roof. Instead of continuing down, all the power was unleashed in an ungodly fashion across the throne room. In a single, loud, thunderous bang, the entirety of the thick stone walls of the hallway imploded and broke up. Shockwaves were sent all across the top level. Stones crumbled and debris flew everywhere. Even the guards, trying to maintain their distances, were caught up in this whirlwind of annihilation and tossed off of the level. In a fell swoop of destruction, the Emperor exploded the top level of his tower.

As the roof and walls of the tower's top level broke apart, Razathiel was sent flying out across the Karnian skyline with a chunk of stone pressed against his chest. With a gentle push of his hand the wizard sent his wayward ribs back into place and forced the piece of rubble off of him, disgruntled at the sudden destruction of the arena he had been fighting in. He had the cheeky thought of considering its destruction a forfeit on the Emperor's part, and resolved to tell everyone he could that this counted as a victory in his favor - just as soon as he finished his agonisingly long fall to the bottom of the tower. With that in mind, the wizard decided to take hold of the chunk of rock he had with him and pointed his staff at it, using small bursts of Psyshock to begin drawing. He figured he could probably finish a decent doodle of Darkrai on his way down, then watch it explode when it hit the floor.

Cackling as he revelled in the doodle deity's rocky demise, Raz lowered himself carefully towards the ground. Various 'mon were on the bottom of the tower, some dodging some of the rubble that made their way to the bottom, and others wondering what the hell happened at the top of the tower. One of the 'mon in line waiting to come in, glanced at Raz.

"Hey, what the hell happened up there?" He asked the Ralts.

"Eh?" Razathiel finally touched down, breaking out of his glee from the Darkrai-splosion and scowling. "Fucking asshole Emperor blew up the whole top level we were supposed to be fighting in! It was just getting to some interesting verticality, too - this thing isn't falling down, is it?" The wizard paused to look up at the tower which, despite the recent destruction, seemed to be holding up spectacularly. "Guess this bloody building really is tough as shit, after all."

"Wait, you were fighting the Emperor?" Another onlooking Gloom asked incredulously.

"By yourself?" A Growlithe asked Raz.

"Well, sh*t," A Heracross guard commented in surprise. A few others murmured and glanced at the Ralts before them.

One muttered to another 'mon, "But he's so short... and his voice!"

"Of fucking course by myself!" Razathiel snapped, flinging a searing ball of fire at the Tangela who had insulted his size and tone of speech. "Do you see anyone else falling from this bloody thing?" He paused. "Actually, his guards were there too, so you probably can - does anyone see anything other than rubble?"

After the brief shock of the Tangela being set on fire, a few 'mon glanced up, trying to spot something, but saw nothing. "Not that I can see," The Growlithe commented. Others were still murmuring about the Ralts.

"Who the hell are ya, kid?" A Granbull asked.

"I am Razathiel, the Dreadmage," the Ralts announced. "And if you call me 'kid' again, you'll end up exactly like that blasted Tangela!" With that, Raz turned and barged into the tower, intent on finding out what he was supposed to do now.

"Oh dear," A monotone, low voice of a Snorlax was heard from the far side of the first floor, where the giant 'mon sat behind a desk too small for him. "That didn't sound pleasant."

"You're telling me," Razathiel grumbled. "Hapless degenerates out there don't think for a second before they speak- say," He turned to Gregory, craning his neck upwards. "Is there any general protocol for when the Emperor blows up his own tower in the middle of business?"

"Oh, were you the Pokemon the Emperor was combating, sir?" The Snorlax inquired to the Ralts. "I would go back up to him and allow him to acknowledge your presence. He most likely believes you are dead right now."

"Ha!" Raz let out a bark of laughter and tapped his staff on the floor in mirth. "You're Gregory, yes?"

"Correct, sir," The Snorlax replied with a polite nod of his head.

"Excellent! I'll return later. See if there's any information the other clods forgot to ask you about. Ta-ta!" the Ralts waved and ascended the tower again, somewhat miffed at having to repeat the lengthy journey.

As the Dreadmage would reach closer to the top, he would begin to hear voices talking. "-other one! Damn, and here I thought it would be different!" The voice of the Emperor could be heard.

"What did you expect, sir?" One of the guards responded. "Hardly anyone survives that sh*t!"

"Yeah, well a 'mon can f*cking dream!" The Emperor roared back angrily.

"Edgar!" Razathiel called out as he crested the stairwell. "Goodness, have you done something new with this place? Updated the decor? Light and airy, I like it- care to explain why you blew this fucking place up in the middle of the fight? Do you have any idea how arduous that blasted staircase is with legs like these?"

Edgar's eyes instantly brightened as he glanced down at the Ralts. "No f*cking way!" He called out as he made his way toward the Dreadmage. "You survived?" He questioned and began to laugh heartily. The other guards in the room looked on in utter shock. "HAHAHA! You're alright!"

"Why in all the hells-? You think after a fight like that I'd be clueless as to the effectiveness of verticality in battle? Hilarious."

"That's what I said!" Edgar complained with a snicker. "But 'mon keep dying anyway. You're one of the few that didn't!"

"What a grand fucking honour," Raz muttered dryly, before frowning as he was reminded of something. "Agh, for- well-! Hmm..." He paused and began tapping his staff on the floor in annoyance. "Well, that's two perfectly good grand pianos down the bloody drain. Did you really have to blow up this entire floor?"

The Emperor glanced around the room for a moment. "Couldn't resist. I had to see what you would come up with," He responded with a low chuckle. "It's all good, Greg will take care of it... Why the f*ck would you bring pianos in here in the first place? That just seems stupid."

"You saw my introduction," the wizard shrugged. "And I did ask you if you wanted soundtrack. Just forgot to put them back in after you were so bloody hasty - believe it or not, I wasn't exactly expecting you to raze the entire floor to the ground out of the blue. Funnily enough it's not all that common."

"Words mean nothing!" The Emperor spat. "Only action! You have no idea how many times Pokemon rambled on when they faced me over the years, saying how strong they are, how feeble it is to resist against them, blah blah blah. They all shut up when I beat them!" He laughed. "Even the so-called Dark One!"

"Words mean nothing?" Raz crossed his arms with a huff. "Fairly sure you agreed that banter is a necessary part of any battle. And besides, music is wonderful psychic practice - and, like words, a wonderful enhancement to any battle!" the Ralts paused, raising an eyebrow at the Pangoro. "Don't tell me that for all your fighting, you care not for battle as a finer experience to be enhanced with the appropriate accompaniments. Have you been having all your meals without drinks, too?"

"Banter's different," The Emperor replied. "But the sh*t you're saying, nah," He added dismissively with a wave of his paw.

"A shame," Razathiel murmured. "That such barbarism should run so deep in this place. You spoke of a so-called Dark One, yes?"

"Yeah," Edgar responded as he proceeded toward his throne. He stopped directly in front of it when he noticed it was mostly destroyed with a large piece of stone covering it. He quickly lifted it up with ease, and threw it across the room. He then sat in what remained of the throne. "What about him?"

"Darkrai? Gabriel? The Guardian who thinks himself a Greninja?" Raz floated over, somewhat confused. "You 'beat' him, did you?"

Edgar snorted. "What? Surprised?" He asked. "Who the f*ck do you think you're talking to? I'm not just some random 'mon! I'm the f*cking Emperor of Karn! The strongest in the world!"

"I have had experience with the both of you pricks, it's not like I'm talking out of my arse," the Ralts said with a roll of his eyes. "I find it curious that the both of you remained alive, if you did indeed clash - what exactly were the circumstances of your battle?"

Edgar grinned and turned to the Kadabra who had managed to recover enough to return to the Emperor's side. "Show him," The Emperor ordered. The Kadabra nodded, and stepped forward, closing his eyes. "I always record the best ones," Edgar explained, as the Kadabra began psychically manipulating the area above everyone into a bubble. The bubble morphed into what appeared to be images on the screen. It was a memory.

The Vision - Emperor Edgar Rionart vs. Gabriel

The dark hall of the Karnian Emperor was uncharacteristically quiet. Three of the guards were asleep, after a party the night before rendered them too inebriated to stand watch. The Emperor's personal compatriot, the Mightyena Dark, remained vigilant by the Emperor's side, however. As did a silent Kadabra. The Emperor sat in his large, metal throne, with one fits on his cheek, as he lazily played with an empty wine cup. Emperor Edgar sighed deeply, his voice echoing across the hall, causing one of the guards, a Muk, to begin to stir.

"I'm f*cking bored!" The Emperor roared angrily. "How come there isn't anything to do?!"

"Your last bit of damage last night scared a lot of 'mon away from approaching you, sire," Dark explained. "You shouldn't have gone that far."

Edgar scoffed loudly. "Bah!" He dismissively waved at Dark. "What the f*ck good is power if I can't use it? Cowards, the whole lot of them! What about the city? Anything exciting happening here? Rebellion maybe? Some stupid young **** rising up wishing to challenge my throne? Oh, maybe a foreign invasion!"

"Nope," The Muk guard yawned wearily. He kicked with his body the other two guards, a Scizor and a Diggersby.

"Uh- what? Where? Oh…" The Diggersby began as he was stirred, confused momentarily on where he was. "Now I remember."

"Nothing?!" Edgar roared. "You have to be joking, Grik!"

The Muk Grik shrugged it's slimy form. "Sorry, sire. You may just be too good for your own good."

Edgar sighed deeply, before he began to pound his fists and flail his legs in his throne as if he were a young 'mon throwing a tantrum. "F*ck! It! All! Force some 'mon here, then!"

"You want us to force 'mon to fight you?" Dark asked with a chuckle.

"NO!" Edgar screamed. "I mean… if no one else will! F*CK!" Edgar threw his wine mug to the stone wall, his pure strength causing the mug to break through the solid stone and passing through the other side to take the long drop of the Tower of Rising. "It's not like I want someone to come and take my throne. All I want is for someone to come and try to kill me. Is that so f*cking hard to ask for? A decent opponent?"

"I might be able to help you there!" A voice suddenly called out from the end of the hall. Instantly, Edgar, Dark, and his three guards looked up to the source of the voice. From the end of the hall, a trio of three Pokemon approached. The group would recognize a Blaziken on the left. To the right, an Ursaring approached as well. Down the center, and the 'mon who announced himself, was the Greninja Gabriel. "Hey there, Edgar!"

"You got a lot of nerve, addressing your Emperor so casually, filth," The Scizor guard spat at the Greninja.

Gabriel shrugged. "Oh, right, uh sorry. But teeechnically, he's not my Emperor. I'm not actually from Karn!" He stated with a shrug.

"Foreigners?" Grik called out. He looked over to the Emperor, who observed the trio intently. "You here seeking an audience or asylum or something?"

"Eh… not exactly," Gabriel replied casually. "I've heard a lot about you, Edgar… er… your Kinglymightyness!" Gabriel corrected himself. "Some say you've never lost. Some say you're actually a legendary in disguise!" He pipped up with a slight chuckle. He lifted a finger as he approached forward. The Ursaring and Blaziken remained behind in the shadows. "Hell, others have said you're Arceus himself in normal 'mon form," Gabriel placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. "I wonder if that last part is true. If you really were Arceus… could you actually be killed? I'd definitely want to test that out!" He exclaimed.

"So you three have come to fight?" Dark asked Gabriel. Gabriel immediately shook his head.

"Oh, no! Heavens, a three on one fight?" He shook his head. "That'd hardly be fair! No, no, your Graciousness. This'll be a one on one. I wanna see your might for myself."

The three guards laughed together. "You must not have heard who this is, or what he's capable of," The Scizor commented. "You're ins-" The Scizor was suddenly cut off by Edgar's raising of his paw, his Hone Claws already taking effect on them.

The Pangoro Emperor glanced intently down on the floor in deep silence. Then, he lifted his head and grinned menacingly at the Greninja. "I ACCEPT!" He bellowed, and jumped out of his throne toward Gabriel. He practically crashed in front of the Greninja, breaking apart the stone floorboards of the hall, before skidding to a stop a few feet in front of Gabriel.

Gabriel didn't look intimidated in the slightest. Instead, he glanced up at the giant Pangoro who glanced down at him. The Pangoro began emanating a low red light across his body.

Without anymore hesitation, Edgar roared and brought his large fist down upon the Greninja with all his might behind it. His Hammer Arm crashed into the floor as Gabriel swiftly rolled to the side to avoid the hit. The hit caused the entire floor to shake, and crack apart from the single shot he had placed through the ground.

"Wow!" Gabriel exclaimed as he placed a hand on a nearby column to try and maintain his balance. "They weren't kidding about you, were they?" He asked.

Edgar brought his hand from the ground, taking a large piece of rock with it. He spun around, causing the large boulder to loosen off of his hand and be tossed directly at the Greninja. Gabriel once more dodged the rock, causing it to sail across the hall and break apart on a column behind them.

"Stop moving around!" Edgar demanded as he roared forward, fists raised. Gabriel seemed content at first on just moving around, but he also approached closer to the Pangoro Emperor.

"I'm not keen on taking any of those hits directly, your Kinglyness!" The Greninja commented as Edgar thrust forward his large paws in a series of fast punches. Gabriel fluidly maneuvered the hits, with each large paw barely missing the Greninja as he ducked left or right. After a set of these, Gabriel found his opening and planted the Emperor with a Night Slash across his chest. The Pangoro roared and doubled back briefly, before he ferociously stepped forward and continued his Hammer Arm barrage.

Gabriel continuously dodged the attacks, and once more waited for his opportunity, and struck the Emperor with another powerful Night Slash on his shoulder. This time around, however, the Emperor seemed prepared for it. He allowed the hit on his shoulder, but grabbed the Greninja's leg before he could push away. Gabriel's eyes opened up slightly. "Uh oh," He managed out, as Edgar's fist met with Gabriel's body in a powerful Hammer Arm. The sheer force of the impact caused nearby stone pillars to crack apart, before Gabriel was sent flying across the hall, to the very other end. Along the way, he crashed through a set of pillars, with the power behind the Emperor's hit causing Gabriel to break through these as if they were wet paper.

The Greninja landed at the far end of the room. Edgar jumped across the large hall in a single leap, and ended up nearby the crash site. "COME ON! MORE! YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD YET!" He roared, awaiting a response of some sort, as once again blue and red hues surrounded his body, as Agility and Work up took more effect.

From the rubble, a large, powerful Dark Pulse emerged and fired directly at the Pangoro. It struck him across his stomach. However, what normally would demolish lesser 'mon or cause them to be flung meters across only caused the Emperor to skid a few meters across the floor and seem to cause him minor discomfort. Gabriel emerged from the rubble and stood up to face Edgar. Edgar wore a large smile across his face.

"Good. Good!" He howled, as he powered up again with Hone Claws. "Finally, after all this time, a worthy fight!"

Gabriel formed once more into a stance. "Aww, shucks! You really think I'm worthy?" He asked, seemingly sincere.

"F*ck off!" The Emperor roared and relentlessly attack Gabriel again. The two began to exchange blows with each other, with each 'mon taking hits from each other. Edgar landed a low kick on Gabriel, causing him to trip up, and in this state, launched a Brick Break on the Greninja's body. Gabriel was pushed back from the impact, but managed to use a nearby pillar to stop himself from once more being flung off. He grabbed hold of the pillar, and swung around it, using the momentum of Edgar's last his to fling himself at the mighty Pangoro. He extended his feet out and struck the Emperor with a Bounce. The Emperor lifted his large arms and defended himself from the impact. As Gabriel clashed with the Emperor, Edgar skidded for a few moments across the floor, before the two broke off and stared down each other.

The other 'mon were in shock at the scene before them. The two behemoths exchanged blow after blow of enormous power, each hit causing extensive damage to the hall, despite its sturdy architecture.

The Pangoro clenched his fists excitedly as he stared down the shorter 'mon. "Say, who the hell are you, welp?" The 'mon asked.

Gabriel shrugged his shoulder. "You can call me Gabriel, your highnessness!"

"Gabriel," The Emperor repeated, as he once more powered himself up with a Work Up. "Where have you been hiding all this time?"

The Greninja's eyes seemed to light up and a smile formed from under his tongue-scarf. "In a crystal for thousands of years," He commented lowly.

"What?" The Emperor asked in confusion. Gabriel closed his eyes and planted his feet firmly on the ground. A gust swept across the streets, seeming to originate from out of nowhere, As Edgar looked on, a dark aura began to cover Gabriel. Dark and purple in color, it twirled around him and encompassed him completely. Then, through its energies, the Greninja began to alter. His dark blue skin morphed into a jet-black. His eyes, turned icy-blue. "The f*ck?" The Emperor asked curiously. Before he could say much else beyond that, Gabriel jettisoned forward and propelled himself into the Emperor's stomach. He struck him with a powerful fist, but before the Emperor was flung away, he opened his palm, and fired off his most power Dark Pulse yet, point blank.

A loud roar could be heard through the large explosion as the Emperor was propelled into the far wall of the damaged hall. Rubble covered his body, but the Emperor slowly stirred from underneath. Gabriel didn't give him much of a chance to recover. He also stormed toward the Pangoro.

"They say you are a legendary in disguise," Gabriel commented as he struck at the Emperor again on his neck, causing him to grunted and be thrown to the left side of the hall. He crashed into the thick, stone wall, powerfully enough to cause a massive crater. Gabriel relentlessly pursued the Emperor, storming up to him at high speed. "They say you're Arceus in disguise. But seems to me those rumors might a tad exaggerated, huh Emperor?" Gabriel asked, as he grabbed for the large Pangoro, and tossed him toward the ground. He then placed both of his hands together, large amounts of energy gathering at the center of Gabriel's palms. "As strong as you are, you're no Arceus. All you are," Gabriel continued, as he barraged the Pangoro with a powerful amount of Dark Pulses, a continuous wave that was so powerful and loud, it completely decimated the thick, rock floor where the Emperor lay, and drowned out all of his screams. When the attacks ceased, where the Emperor lay instead was a large crater, which Gabriel walked up to.

"Is just another 'mon," He concluded. The guards beside the throne looked visibly shocked, unable to believe what they had just saw. Gabriel glanced over to them and gave them a small salute. "How'd I d-" Before he finished, the thick stone floor broke apart directly in front of him, and the large form of Edgar emerged once more. He immediately attacked Gabriel, sending a powerful Hammer Arm directly at the Greninja. Gabriel attempted to maneuver around, but the blow came too fast and too unexpectedly for him to do anything. He was smashed along through a set of columns before resting onto the side wall. He groaned and rose himself, as the Emperor panted and grinned at the Greninja.

"Come on, then!" He roared, and charged the Greninja. Gabriel, in turn, charged back, and the two collided in the center of the hall, breaking apart the ground and causing the pillars and stones to crack apart and rotten throughout the hallway. Both powerful 'mon struggled and pushed with all their might, with Gabriel's Night Slash meeting Edgar's Dragon Claw. At the moment, they seemed on equal footing. When one side seemed to start giving way, they suddenly felt a boost and came back. When the other side began to falter, the same would happen.

In a moment of two powers being inseparable, Edgar, who seemed determine not to lose, suddenly roared loudly, forcing down his claws in the process hearing cracks across his arm from the very pressure of pushing forward. But he did not care. He did not relent, and to Gabriel's surprise, he began to push through the Night Slash. With one powerful wave of energy, Edgar finally broke through, slashed at the Greninja, and not only did he sent him soaring through the hallway, but he cascaded completely through the Tower, creaking a hole that led to the outside.

Edgar stood in the middle, panting heavily and glancing at the floor. Then, he sucked in a large breath, and stared at the other two 'mon at the end of the room. "WHAT? EXPECTED SOMETHING ELSE?" He roared with laughter, extending his arms to the side. "I'm not just another 'mon! I'm THE 'MON!" His laughter continued to echo loudly through the halls, without ceasing. Even as the two 'mon with Gabriel made their way out of the great hall of Karn.

In the clash of titans, of Gabriel against Edgar, it was the Emperor who won.

The Census for Gregory - Anna, Cel and Snype

"You're kidding me..." A Politoad that went by Nigel muttered as he looked over the form Snype and Anna handed him. Nigel was one of the two 'mon Gregory mentioned would help with the death census. He was easiest to find, having a residence right beside the Tower of Rising. He happened to be inside of his home when the two came knocking. Although Gregory said he would be willing to help, however, he seemed more annoying and dismayed that he had to. In fact, as Anna and Snype would notice, many Pokemon were different in their mindsets to Gregory. They cared more about fighting, dueling, and other forms of mayhem than doing anything remotely productive. Still, Nigel seemed to respect Gregory's authority enough to follow him. Or perhaps it was an indication of how idiotic it must be to cross the Snorlax Grand General. Nigel sighed. "Let's get this over with... we also have to find Rebel, right? She's the other one that said she'd help out?"

"Yes, sir," Anna answered positively despite Nigel's reluctance. "And now that we've found you it should take little to no time to find Rebel. Would you know where she'd be around this time?"

Snype kept lookout while Anna handled all the talking for now. It was Karn after all and considering he had Celebi to look after he needed to be weary.

"Yeah... I know where she is," Nigel grumbled as he closed the door to his broken home and stepped out into the chaotic streets of Daggen. "She's a duelist. So she's definitely in one of the arenas," He stated as he began leading them down the street. He took out a map and handed it to Anna, Snype and the cloaked Celebi. "We're here on the map," He pointed. "Start counting on this street. We'll go from there. When we get to her, we'll cover the rest of the tracks. Boy... she's gonna hate this."

"Guess if were searching arenas then we better brace ourselves for a fight. Kehe." Snype looked around the streets to see if he could get a head start but figured it would be confusing to go off counting in an unorganized manner. "You're the boss Anna. I can take one side and you can take the other if ya like."

"Search now?!" Anna shook her head. "We can't start now. We have no way of determining which bodies we have counted and which ones we haven't. If we don't have a system of getting rid of the bodies or marking them then we cannot start until after we find Rebel."

Snype just rubbed his head and glanced back to Nigel. "Well like I said she's the boss. Keheh..."

Nigel groaned. "Yeah, whatever. I've done this enough to not care," He replied. Celebi flinched a bit at that response.

"They're 'mon..." She muttered under her breath, clearly not liking the environment she was in.

"And you two seem to care too much," Nigel continued as he led them forward through the chaotic street. In front of them, a fistfight ensued between a Volbeat and Electabuzz. Nigel ignored them and sidestepped them as if they didn't matter. "Who the hell are ya anyways? Never seen you before. New recruits under the General?"

"Uh... Sorta. Kehe. We're outsiders. Guardia's Gold Tribe if you've heard of here. Our leader wants to spar with your boss so the two of us are helping with the paperwork. Well, she is mostly. I'm just her handy watchful eye in case things go wrong! Kehe!"

"It was a nice way to help, I think." Anna eyed the fighting group warily as they passed, but continued on with everyone else. "My name is Annabelle and this is Snype and Cel." She gestured to her two compatriots as she introduced them.

Nigel glanced at the three from behind and spat on the ground. "Foreigners, huh? As a group too? Means Emps got a crack at ya." He stated without acknowledging their names. "Means you're not completely hopeless, then. Means you're probably strong," Nigel casually ducked to avoid a swipe from an incoming Pinsir trying to decapitate his Electrike opponent. "There, that!" He pointed to the fairly rundown arena in the distance ahead. Cheers and roars could be heard coming from inside of it. "I guarantee she's in there, let's go. We might be able to catch the end of it." He stated as he began to jog toward the large arena. All around other 'mon were gathering, either making their way inside, or hanging around the large arena.

Snype followed Nigel into the arena, making sure Celebi stayed close. He took note of how much she disliked Karn so far... made sense to him. It wasn't exactly the first place he wanted to show her. Anna stayed nearby Snype as well. From the fighting outside to the cheering inside, she knew she wouldn't feel as excited about whatever they were about to walk into as Nigel had.

The group proceeded through arched doors where everyone else was heading inside. The roaring of the group grew only louder, with many screaming in unison, likely at an event which occurred inside. Instead of proceeding through the main doorways to where all the seating was, Nigel immediately took the stairs to the upper levels. He climbed each of them as the crowd continued to howl and cheer with anticipation. Eventually, they reached the very top of the stairs, which opened into a clearing. Now, for the first time, the entire scene of the arena was present. The arena was moderately large, seating approximately a couple thousands. Part of the back was crumbling apart, and a few sections of seating were uninhabitable due to the excessive damage. It didn't seem like there were any protections in place for the audience, as expected from a Karnian arena. All across, the eyes of the viewers were fixed to the center of the ring, in a sand-filled arena with bloody marks, where a Kangaskhan and a Leavanny faced off.

"I don- oh!" Nigel called out as he checked the center of the ring. "Rebel's in now. Good, we'll call her when she's done. Might as well enjoy the show while she can," The Politoad grinned. "Rebel's one of the best duelists in Daggen. I'm betting she'll be a Grand General one day. Maybe knock out the slave or somethin'."

Snype took a seat beside Nigel and checked the surroundings of the arena... He expected this sort of thing to be in Karn.

"Kehehe, that strong eh? Well looking forward to it. I gotta see what I'm getting myself into an all! Me and some others were thinking of entering a tournament too." Snype said.

"Really? Which one?" Nigel asked curiously as he observed the two warriors continue to square off.

"Ah the one up in Erble! General James is supposed to be taking part." Snype replied.

Nigel turned from the battle and looked in surprise at Snype. "No way, the Death Tournament? Heh... you're a braver 'mon than I am. You're alright for a foreigner, then."

"Keheh! I'm a mon that enjoys a thrill what can I say?" Snype said with a wide grin, mostly talking to charm Nigel. Having friends in Karn would be useful. But... Snype could have sworn Nigel just said Death Tournament.

"Death Tournament?" Anna asked Nigel with some worry in her voice as she took her eyes off the fight below. She cleared her throat and spoke again with more confidence. "That's very specific. How is it different from the other tournaments?"

"Wait, you mean you don't know?" Nigel asked curiously. He shook his head. "Oh boy, never mind what I said before. Yeah, get him, Reb!" He shouted as he cheered on the Leavanny after she landed a deadly set of Razor Leafs across the body of the Kangaskhan. "It's the biggest Dueling Tourney in Karn," Nigel explained. "Happens only once or twice a year. But we all call it the Death Tournament cause every time, most of the competitors die," He stated with a shake of his head. "Buut, I guess that's what happens when you got the best in the world fighting. And then Grand Generals pop in a lot. And the Emperor makes a surprise entrance half the time and wrecks everybody."

Snype glanced back to Celebi with a concerned look. Perhaps he didn't avoid the fate of the vision after all... If Snype entered the tournament... "...Kehekehe, Sounds like a pretty chaotic time."

"Oh." She had thought that the tournament's name meant that it's conditions would be different. Special trials to truly test the strength of the competitors, but it was a tournament like the others. Though the appearance of such important figures, most notably the Emperor, was special in its own right. "Do you think Gregory will be in the tournament?" She quite liked the Snorlax and him being in the tournament would make it that much more crucial to spectate. The General was so busy that she might end up doing all his paperwork just so he could participate.

"Greg doesn't leave the capital," Nigel responded, his attention fully set on the tournament. Suddenly, the entire crowd cheered as another powerful hit from the Leavanny finally finished off her opponent. "YEAH! F*CK YEAH!" Nigel cheered.

"Your winner! Rebel!" An announcer Exploud yelled from across the coliseum. The crowd roared and cheered with delight. The Leavanny lifted one hand victoriously and proceeded out of the arena toward a gate to the left, leading somewhere inside.

"Knew she had it. Come on, let's break the bad news to her. Watch your tender parts," Nigel warned as he headed down from the stands and into the same staircase they were at before. He led them down through the same pathway, before taking an additional staircase to the lower levels. There, multiple 'mon were chatting and talking amongst themselves, mostly about the battle that just happened.

"Keh... So this is life in Karn eh? Its way different from back home. Kehehe." Snype commented as he searched through the crowd for Rebel and of course watching his "tender parts" Just in case.

"This is one life in Karn," Nigel corrected as he moved through the crowd. He briefly touched shoulders with a Machop who had on a pair of sunglasses and a large sack of something in his hands. Upon contact, the Machop lightly bowed.

"Oh, sorry sir," He said with a grin.

"Yeah, wha- hey, you! You're not supposed to be here, you ass!" Nigel shouted at the Machop, who immediately took off out of the arena. "Ah, f*ck! Arceus-damn gamblers, plaguing away at us... if we had more time I'd go after him... oh hey!" He suddenly caught sight of the Leavanny. "Rebel!"

The Leavanny Rebel was sitting along a bench, surrounded by other fighters and admirers. She took in a drink of some liquid and glanced up at Nigel and the trio behind him. If she was in a good mood before, it was clearly gone now. "... what the fuck does he want now, Nigel?"

"Census of the dead, Reb," Nigel said with a sigh. Rebel squeezed her mug, causing it to break. The group around her slowly edged away.

"... I f*cking hate that 'mon. Sh*tting all over my good day. I just got to the quarters, and he's gonna pull this on me?!" She yelled louder, causing more 'mon to back away. Clearly she had a reputation for angry outbursts, or something of the nature for them to be that frightened. Rebel glanced at the others. "And who are these f*cking assholes?"

Snype Just stared straight toward her, trying his best not to back away. "Kehe , Uh, I'm Snype. This here is Anna and Cel. We're outsiders." Snype explained. "Fine fighting there. Kehe."

"Of course you are, only outsiders would be stupid enough to do this sh*t," Rebel groaned. "Alright, fine. Just counting the dead then?"

"Yes..." Anna didn't like Rebel's attitude. Nigel's she could put up with, but Rebel's was harsher and she was much more intimidating of a 'mon. "We need to find a place to start and a way to dispose of or mark the bodies we've counted."

"Keh, yeah with the four of us we should get this crap done twice as fast." Snype said with a shrug. "Never woulda thought paperwork was a thing in Karn. Kehehe."

"It isn't," Nigel murmured. "Damn Gregory is like, the only one who does this sh*t. Why does he have to be so damn... not-Karnian. Arceus! I should have never chosen his army," He whined.

"Whatever, let's do it," Rebel stated annoyingly as she grabbed some of the forms from the others' hands. "We can split it by section, and go down the streets and alleyways. That's how Nig and I did it last time."

"Right. Ready when you all are." Snype said to the group. "With four of us this should go by quickly unless someone decided to pick a fight. Though that'd certainly make the task more entertaining eh?" Snype said with a small chuckle.

"This isn't funny," Nigel said grimly. "You don't get it. This takes up an entire fucking day of our time!"

"Whatever," Rebel sighed. "I'll take the northeast. Nigel, you take the west. You three, divide the south between yourselves."

"Keheh, I'll find a way to save that time. I got a Ninjask on hand to send out any info or help us count things down. Kehe. Oughta save ya at least a chunk of your day." Snype said, trying to find a work around.

"That's a good idea, Snype," Anna responded. "The more 'mon we have, the faster this will get going."

Before Nigel could reply, a loud noise encapsulated the entire area. The ground shook and a loud bombarding noise resonated, as if something had suddenly exploded. Confused looks were spread across the streets, before a 'mon pointed to the top of the Emperor's tower, where the entire upper section of the tower seemed to have imploded upon itself. "Heh... looks like some poor soul just got himself killed by Emps," Nigel murmured with a grin.

"Does uh... the tower usually explode when the Emperor does that?" Snype asked in confusion. Even in their fight the emperor never pulled off a stunt like that.

"Nah, I mean, it's happened before, but not often," Nigel answered. "He must have gotten kinda serious with someone. Heh."

"Hrm...." Snype glanced back at the tower. If he ended up fighting the emperor that would have ended up being him... though maybe avoiding that encounter ended up putting somebody else under his fate... of course this was just how Karn was like. He couldn't blame his own choices over it. "It's crazy to believe someone that powerful is real... even after seeing it myself its difficult to fathom."

"No one ever does, and that's why he's been the Emps for this long," Nigel commented. "Come on, let's get this over with!"

"Great, very snazzy," Razathiel said after the memory faded, seemingly pensive. "When was this, exactly?"

"Damn, musta been..." The Emperor began as he crossed his arms and looked up at the sky. "Eight years ago now," Edgar answered. "One of the best fights I've ever had, probably the best, actually. Back before I knew the f*cker was Darkrai. Course when I found that out, it didn't mean sh*t to me."

"I'm sure it was very enjoyable- was that stone of yours in your possession at the time, perchance?"

"Nah," The Emperor replied as he glanced down at the stone around his neck. "I got this sh*t this past year."

"Past year? Are you-? Hrmm, that's... well," Raz opened up his magic room and seemed to be rummaging around absentmindedly. "Interesting, to say the least - though in the good or the bad way I'm not entirely sure. Certainly tempted to lean towards the bad way."

"Explain something to me," Edgar demanded as he examined the stone. "Ever since you f*ckers got here, it's been stone this, and stone that. What the hell is it? Why do you want it?"

"I mentioned it in passing earlier," the Ralts began, giving up his rummaging with a sigh of annoyance. "It's Cresselia's soul stone. Combined with the spirit and the vessel, we can bring about the return of the Lunar Pokémon," Raz paused, then wearily decided to start rummaging again. "Cresselia has something of a dampening effect on the powers of Darkrai, which carries over somewhat to relics associated with their power - the question now is that if you lacked a relic and Cresselia was still fucking dead as all shit, what kind of excuse does Darkrai have for getting his arrogant arse handed to him?"

The Emperor looked down at the stone as Raz explained, and then looked back toward Raz when he concluded. "What you mean to say is that you don't think I'm strong enough to beat him? Why? Just cause he's a legendary?" He asked irritably.

"Do not patronise me," Razathiel growled. "And do not put words in my mouth, Edgar. Legendary status, although certainly a boon, is not all that relevant - hell, if I could bloody well evolve, or even just wait a year or two or something to build up a little more power, I could probably take a few - even amongst legendaries, however, Darkrai is a special case. Unless you admit to being some kind of child of random fate who does not deserve his position atop the Karnian throne, you accept that power does not just come from nowhere. Darkrai's exists through his legendary status and his domination of his fellow guardians, through power built up over ages, lifetimes - by all rights, with that amount of opportunity, he should crush any living 'mon who walks this earth. If you have some kind of secret, which you may well do because I know bugger-all about the circumstances of your situation, then fucking fantastic. If you don't, then it means that Darkrai retreated because he wanted to, which means he's up to something, and we don't know what it is. Which is bad."

Edgar chuckled. "Well he was a toughie. But nobody beats me. That's just the way it goes! Get used to it!"

"Must you completely ignore everything I just said?" Raz said, turning briefly from the portal to his Magic Room to glare in the Emperor's direction.

"Only the boring sh*t," The Emperor replied. "I'm tired about talking about sh*t that doesn't matter right now! SO!" He roared and looked down at the Ralts. "What's your plan now?!"

"Actually, it is immediately important, because it decides what 'my plan now' is, so to speak," the wizard turned completely away from his magic room and raised an eyebrow at the Pangoro. "I have to say, you are being awfully dismissive."

"About what?" Edgar spat at the smaller Ralts.

"The 'boring shit' you ignored," Razathiel sighed. "Very well, I suppose I'll have to go fishing - how old are you, exactly?"

"What?" Edgar cocked an eyebrow at the Ralts. "The f*ck kinda question is that?"

"Power doesn't come from nowhere. Experience, which often comes with age, grants power. It's a question that is only part of a broader line of questioning that should, hopefully, clear up the dubious situation you have presented me with," the Dreadmage reached with his mind into his Magic Room, pulling out a chair and trying to repress the variety of insults that were threatening to bubble to the top of his mind.

"Yeah well, sorry to disappoint you," The Emperor responded with a shrug. "I lost track a long while back. Stopped counting after it didn't matter. Hey! You should join your friends and fight in Erble's Tournament. I want to see what the rest of you are made of!"

"I don't plan on bothering with the tournament," Raz replied, carefully taking a seat. "If my allies are already taking part then also competing would be somewhat counter-productive. Besides, I'd much rather kill the shit out of Xander and add that to my tally-" the Dreadmage waved the topic away. "To stay on track, though; on the contrary, losing track isn't disappointing, it's actually rather promising. I'm sure Gregory has at least a few decent records kept - you say at some point it stopped mattering?"

"When you outlive most of the others around, it stops mattering," Edgar said with a shrug. "Xander you say? He's a tough fight! Don't go f*cking dying now!" He laughed.

"Not dying?" the Ralts smirked. "I forgot about that, I'll keep it in mind. Do you have any vague idea of how long it's been? How many generations you've lived through? Perhaps more importantly, do you have any idea why you seem to have been blessed with an abnormally long lifespan?"

"Don't know, don't care, and even if I did, it ain't any of your business!" Edgar roared. "Come on, tiny, enough of this sh*t. Go out and make a name for yourself! I wanna see what you're capable of! Hell, might make a trip out of here just to see for myself what you all will be up to!" He laughed. "I'll tell ya what, come out to town with me and the boys tonight. You probably need a day to lick your wounds anyway! This'll give ya a taste of the real Karn!"

"Ugh," Razathiel muttered in disgust, flinging his chair back into his Magic Room as he stood. "You really are just an ignorant, callous brute, aren't you? Well, f*ck me for prioritising the world's impending buggery, I suppose."

"Yeah, exactly!" Edgar roared. "F*ck you! Who do you think you are talking about the world ending in Karn of all places? Don't you know we've been ended a hundred times over already? And we'll end a hundred times more!" He laughed as he stood up. "To town!" He pointed out the tower.

"Although I doubt it will help you come even close to any sort of understanding," the wizard murmured, failing to share Edgar's mirth. "For what it's worth, I'm well aware of Karn's reputation."

"Then why are you still trying to talk about sh*t you think matters?" The Emperor roared as he proceeded toward the end of the hall, along with his guards. "Let's go!"

"Are you-?" Razathiel began in confusion, before exhaling in annoyance and beginning to make his way to the tower's edge. "This would probably be funny if I weren't trying so hard to prevent myself from vomiting. I had no idea 'mon could be so shallow and yet so stubborn at the same time."

"Keep up! Let's go!" Edgar continued to roar as he made his way to the end of the hall toward the lifting platform with the Graveler slaves.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Raz said, astounded, stopping at the tower's edge. "I'm not following you! I've made that incredibly clear! Are you completely brain dead?"

"FINE!" Edgar roared back at the Ralts with irritation in his voice. "Come back when you're actually worth listening to!" He exclaimed as he began his descent down the tower.

"As if you've ever been interested in listening to anything!" the Ralts scoffed before stepping off of the tower to begin the leisurely fall to the bottom.

Razathiel and Gregory - A short chat

"Wonderful, so that's settled for now," Razathiel affirmed Gregory, tapping his staff once on the ground. After falling from the tower again in a similar manner to how he had previously, sans-rubble, Raz had popped back into the tower to get information from the Snorlax. "Pleasantly surprised they don't appear to have missed anything all too important. I'll have to see if I can catch one of them out in the city. That can wait for now, though; as it stands, if I may, how far back do your records go on the big panda blockhead himself, Emperor Edgar?"

Gregory nodded at the Ralts in front of him as he began to answer his question. "Emperor Edgar is now the longest-reigning Emperor in the history of Karn, sitting on the throne for twenty years. It is quite a remarkable feat, due in no small part to his strength and statecraft."

"You're saying the records on him only go back twenty years?" Raz asked, disappointed.

Gregory cocked an eyebrow and pushed up the small spectacles closer to his eyes. "I am saying that the record for him as Emperor only goes that far, but by the way you reacted I'd say that's not what you were inquiring."

Razathiel nodded, motioning with a hand with a hint of impatience for the Snorlax to continue.

The Snorlax fiddled with a few papers in front of him, stacking them together neatly before setting them aside and leaning in a bit. "You know, most Pokemon in Karn would not ask something like this. But then again, most Pokemon in Karn wouldn't bother to look to begin with. The fact of the matter is, that due to the tumultuous nature of Karn, lineage is a difficult thing to keep track of. I do know that through my private inquiries into the history of the Emperors, and in particular, this Emperor, I have uncovered but a few things. The first, is that the surname Rionart is relatively non-existent. If it ever was a true last name, it wasn't a well known one. The other, is that in the twenty years which I have observed Emperor Rionart, both at his side as a Grand General and before, I have noticed that he hasn't aged a day." Gregory leaned back in his chair to his normal position. "This is, of course, mere observations off the record, but I find these set of circumstances quite interesting, don't you?"

"Oh, certainly," the Dreadmage agreed vehemently. "I questioned him a few moments ago on his longevity - supposedly, he's lost count, and doesn't care much to dive into such things. Stubborn bastard that he is. I'm also interested in the parallels this draws between him and Darkrai, who masquerades as a normal 'mon in the form of Gabriel the Greninja. Could the rumors of the Emperor's legendary status ring true? It's actually really fucking fascinating, but for the moment I'm more concerned as to finding out if there is some kind of reasonable source behind Edgar's status. If I can't reasonably discern that the Emperor was strong enough to legitimately defeat Darkrai, then things get fairly complicated and dangerous. If I can, then fantastic - and potentially, if we can rule out legendary status as well-" Raz let out an excited breath and a chuckle, trying to calm down. "Ah, it's like before I got caught up in this whole business. I'm sure you Karnians can empathise with a passion for the pursuit of power."

"Most of us can," Gregory agreed with a polite nod. "But on the topic of a potential legendary status for the Emperor, I have no real opinion. After all, I am no expert on the topic. But I suppose, from what I hear at least, that some legendaries can feel out other legendaries. Of course, they wouldn't bother to look if they don't know to do so in the first place. Of course, that whole point is moot anyway. After all, it's been a while since any legendaries have stepped foot around Daggen, and I'm sure your group isn't concealing any," The Snorlax added with a attentive stare at the Ralts.

"If they aren't too traumatised by having the snot beaten out of them, I'll ask Vee... if they've seen any legendaries," the Ralts cleared his throat and continued. "But again, you know what I'm looking for - potential sources of power for Panda-Prince-Plus-Plus. Anything in all your papers you think could have a lead on something like that? Typically I'd start with the first mention of him."

"You might be somewhat surprised to learn that I too have an interest in my Emperor's history," Gregory explained. "And this is not the first time I have tried to delve into his history. The first official mention of him, however, came twenty years ago, when he walked into the Dueling Tournament of Erble, and eviscerated the competition, the former Emperor Damon included. There was where he made his name. Pokemon said he was spawned into this world to fight and kill. That's all well and all, but I prefer my facts. Now, that was the first official mention of Edgar Rionart. I've since gathered multiple reports on other... events that have happened before that time. Which may or may not be connected. Some are stories. Some are witness accounts I have written out through my investigations. One speaks of a beast who descended to a small town far north east of Erble, and challenged and destroyed them. The beast, they said, had an arm as powerful as a hammer, and claws sharper than a dragons," Gregory stated, as he read the account off a paper.

He looked down at Razathiel. "That was twenty-five years ago. There are other tales and other unofficial records I have kept. All of which are spread a bit before that time," The Snorlax repeated as he brushed through a small journal on his side, with notes scribbled in it. "The roaring mountain, as the townsfolk called it, twenty-seven years ago, where a continuous howl could have been heard from some peak along the mountains east of Erble. A challenger breaks through the body of Ferrin the Armored, a Steelix considered to have one of the toughest skins in Karn... at the time. Twenty-two years ago. The earliest that I may have attributed to some connection... hmm, a few months ago it's been thirty years now. An earthquake destroys the town of Yill, on the borders of Anatellia. None survived, but one who walked out unscathed, a Pangoro. Larger than most, with a fierceness in his eyes. Beyond geography, these events also have a similarity in that they were believed to be caused by a Pokemon of unspeakable strength," Gregory cleared his throat, a stern expression still upon his face as he examined the Ralts through his spectacles. He then lightened his demeanor and chuckled lightly. "Of course, this is all speculation and rumors. Who would take much credence in that?"

"Well, perhaps not credence, but definitely interest," Raz murmured. "Taking rumors and finding out where they ring true is something of a specialty of mine. Odd that this particular case should be so difficult when its subject is still alive and well - I suppose I shouldn't expect much in the ways of record-keeping from a place like Karn, frankly it's remarkable you have as many records as you do. I don't suppose the Emperor has been too accommodating to your investigations of his history."

"He prefers others don't delve into it," Gregory stated with a nod. "In fact, if it were not for my camp, I doubt we would have anything close to decent records of most of the events in Karn. Sad as it is to say."

"Indeed. It seems that in spite of everyone's love for power here, they fail to recognise the hand that knowledge has in it," the wizard grumbled, stretching carefully for a moment. "If we meet again and you have somehow managed to get past Edgar's stubbornness, do let me know. The way he acts around his history is perturbing to me; it's as if he's hiding something, something big... whether he cares for it or not."

"I will keep an open folder on this," Gregory agreed with a nod. "Is there anything else you will require, sir?"

"Nothing for the moment," Razathiel replied. "I wish you the best of luck with all these record-keeping endeavours."

"Thank you very much," Gregory gave Raz a courteous nod.

Snype, Anna, and Cel- The Death Census

The group would make their way to the south area of Daggen to fulfill their part of the Death Census. Snype himself wasn't really looking forward to going through all of the dead bodies, despite how he was acting in front of of Nigel previously. "Geez... I'm way out of my element here. I can't even act like a Karnian without looking like an idiot." Snype said with a shrug. "Keheh, I tried with the emperor, tried with Nigel, and just made myself look silly. Making the emperor hate your guts isn't exactly a great start."


"Well..." Anna began as she tallied another dead body for their census. Judging by the color and general shape it was a Golduck, but the body had been so beaten and maimed it was hard to tell. Gender was unknown, but the 'mon looked young. They wouldn't have been over thirty. Anna didn't like looking at these bodies and tried to examine them as quickly as possible. Their sight and smell made her want to throw up, but that would likely tamper with their census if she did it too close to a body. Also it was gross. They didn't have enough help to remove any of the bodies they found, so Anna had to use her hidden psychic power to make their own agreed upon mark -- crossing the arms over the chest. Anna didn't enjoy doing it. The bodies were always old enough that she had to break bones to get them into place. "Maybe don't try to act like a Karnian," she finished as she walked briskly away from the body and onto the next. "You aren't weak, Snype. I think the only one of us that has to try and look tough is me." She laughed nervously. Though Anna didn't like having to look for these bodies it was a better alternative to fighting in the ring like their allies. Like Snype had to. "They might not care how you act if you fight well in the tournament." Which she hoped he did. Anna didn't want to lose any of their team in their attempts to prove themselves to the Karnian people.


"Yeah I suppose so... Its kinda like how I was back in Tollen. Except there I was lucky enough to got in even under my while disguise thing. I dunno. Maybe I thought of taking on the emperor's offer but after what happened earlier... Well..." Snype shook his head. "Sorry Anna I should focus. I gotta count bodies not ramble about my personal problems. Kehe." Snype said. The next body was a Poliwhirl, seemingly crushed by some form of massive weight. "Ugh... Maybe we could just draw an X on them and call it a day eh? Eheh..." Snype muttered weakly.


"We might find a body we can't draw on," Anna answered matter of factly. They could also find one without any arms, but the thought frightened her and she didn't think the citizens of Karn were that brutal. "Don't worry Snype. I don't mind having a distraction from this," she continued on as she examined the body with Snype. "How do you feel about the tournament?"


"Kehehe... honestly, I'm excited and afraid. I want to see James at that tournament... honestly fighting him without Mega Evolving might as well be suicidal, But being a part of the tournament would give me a stronger presence here in Karn... keheh... but really that's the last thing I should worry about. Recruiting the Karn Army is the priority and all..." Snype said.


"Why are we doing this?" Celebi asked Snype and Anna confusedly. "I still don't get it... why does the fat 'mon want us to do this in the first place? Look at all this... death?" She asked with a bit of fear and disdain in her eyes as she gazed down upon a few of the bodies in front of her.


"I guess it's just how Karn works... I'm doing this for Cal. He wants to fight Greg to try and get his army on our side. We need all the help we can get against Darkrai. If we have to do something so... gritty... then that's just what we need to do." Snype said with a sigh. "...as uncomfortable as it is."


"OK, I get that," Celebi responded as she inched away from a dead body and closer to Snype. "But why does that fat guy want us to do this?" She questioned as she covered her mouth with the side of her hood. "What does it do?"


"When you say it like that, it does feel out of place in Karn..." Snype muttered as he winced at the dead body. "I mean... paperwork? It's not something I'd expect in a place like this... I mean the other two mon were outright pissed that they had to go and do this. I dunno..."


"It's paperwork." Anna responded as well. "Karn may have unique traditions, but it still has a functioning government. It's essential! Even the most fun places have to do paperwork." Not that Anna was the type to say doing paperwork bored her.


"Seems like he's the only one who likes it," Celebi commented with a shrug. Suddenly, she yelped loudly, as a 'mon suddenly flew through the window from the bar to their left, and nearly crashed right into her. It was a Mienshao, who now lay on the street. She back away from him and stared at the Mienshao, who appeared not to be moving.


Snype jumped back a bit too, instinctively holding his hand out protectively to Celebi. "G...geez... they really don't hold back here... uh..." The Sableye observed the Mienshao body... he needed to at least make sure the guy was actually dead from that throw... or hell even if he was killed beforehand.


Anna had instinctively hidden behind Snype when the Mienshao crashed through the window. She calmed down a bit when she realized what happened, but it didn't make the moment less alarming. Just like when they first arrived she was filled with confusion and fear. Why would this happen? Counting the dead, though disgusting and haunting in itself, she could do if she removed herself from the moment enough. She didn't want to watch how those bodies came to be there in the first place.


"W-We..." Anna cleared her throat. "We need to check the body." For the sake of the census. She looked at the hole in the bar to make sure no other bodies would come flying out before inching forward cautiously to check if the 'mon still had a pulse.


The Mienshao groaned and twitched as Anna touched him. "Uh... Buh..." He rolled over onto his back, and glanced around. "Wha... urgh..." The 'mon seemed out of it. Celebi even from her distance could see he smelled strong of some alcoholic drink.


Snype waved his hand in front of the Mienshao's face and gave him a light pat on the face. "Hey if you're alive say something. How many fingers am I holding up?" Snype said, even though he wasn't even holding out his hand.


"Erm... get yer.. sh*tty... fingers out of... my face..." The Mienshao mumbled drunkenly. "Think I can't fight.... back?" He swung toward Snype wildly.


Snype took a step back from his swinging and was half tempted to laugh. "Kehe. Must have picked a fight and bit off more then he could chew." The Sableye commented. "Comon bud your gonna embarrass yourself. "


Anna sighed with relief. "At least he's still alive." She didn't want to have a dead man at her feet. Not like that. "We aren't trying to hurt you, sir, but you do need to get up."


"Uh... urgh..." The Mienshao began as he managed to push himself to sit up. He managed to bring his dazed eyes to the three 'mon in front of him, examining them with confusion. "Who the f*ck are y-"


"There he is!" A 'mon shouted as a group of Pokemon, a Machoke, a Drillbur, and a Wooper all emerged from the bar, looking angry. The Machoke seemed to lead the other two, as he approached Snype, Celebi and Anna and glance down at the Mienshao.


"Sh*t, these f*cks again..." The Mienshao murmured as he struggled to get to his feet, stumbling a few times as he tried, but with no luck.


"Outta the way," The Machoke said to Anna, Celebi and Snype. "Our beef is with him," He gestured to the Mienshao.


Snype looked back and forth between the group of mon and the Mienshao. "Huh? This drunk here? Must be a heck of a beef to toss him out of window. Keheh." Snype said.


"Oh sure, like you don't know who that is!" The Machoke spat. "Move outta the way, not gonna ask you again. This ain't none of your concern."


Snype raised a brow at the Machoke. Part of him debated moving out of the way, but on the other hand,.. just he could hardly tell who was enemy or foe. At this rate, having any sort of ally on hand could be useful. "No seriously you have me at a blank here. Keheh. Call me a tourist if you will. Kehehe!" Snype said, acting all oblivious and all. The Sableye gave off a tiny glimmer in his eye.


"That's it!" The Machoke yelled, and the trio attacked. The Machoke launched at Snype with a Fire Punch, while the Wooper launched a water gun and the Drillbur tossed a series of rocks toward them.


"Keheh... Every time." Snype said confidently as Detect helped Snype easily avoid the incoming attack. Snype moved closer to the machoke and emitted a dark glow around his fist. "Next time info would be nice." Snype said before unleashing foul play straight to the Machoke's chest. The Machoke howled with pain as he clutched his chest and went down. The Wooper and Drillbur exchanged glances at each other and then proceeded to attack at the Sableye once more, again with a Water Gun and Rock Throw respectively.


Snype held out his hand and retaliated with Power Gem, shooting off several sharp gems toward both the Wooper and Drillbur. He of course wasn't aiming to kill the three. No need to make the Death Census more complicated. Of course, the Sableye would take the hit from the Rock Throw and the Water Gun soon after.


"Urgh!" The Wooper fell back, with the Drillbur also taking the shots from Snype's attack. The three stepped back from the Sableye, with the Machoke panting heavily and clutching his chest.


"Sh*t, he's good!" The Machoke hissed. "F*CK IT! We'll get him later! F*ck you, man, that was our chance to take him out!" The Machoke whined to Snype. "Now we're all f*cked!" He ran away, along with the other two 'mon.


"Yeah, ya better run!" The Mienshao yelled drunkenly from the ground. "Ha... got 'em." He stated, somehow proud of himself as if he was the one to get rid of them.


"To be perfectly fair, if they told me what the deal was I'd probably have let them do what they want. Lucky you. Keheh." Snype said with a chuckle. "Seriously though, who the heck are you anyways? I hope that was worth taking a rock to the face."


"Just 'nother dumb drunk," The Mienshao muttered as he covered his face with the back of his hand. "Take me to my house," He murmured.


"Keh yeah I'm sure you are." Snype said with another snicker. Who the heck was this guy? "Look would love to help ya, but I'm helping the lady here with a small job. We can probably take you back on the way. I dunno what do you guys think? Worth the trouble?" Snype said.


"I don't know," Anna answered Snype, "but he must think he's important to expect us to take him to his home." Normally she'd oblige someone in need, but they had a census to get back to and Anna wasn't the type to want to be late. Then again if they leave him vulnerable he could become part of the body count. Then again... "After what happened I don't believe it's entirely safe to take him home. If you tell us who you are we can discuss getting you home."


The Mienshao glanced drunkenly at Anna and Snype, seemingly about to answer the two of them, before he lay back down on the ground and began to snore.


Celebi silently looked over him and glanced at Snype. "What do we do now?"


"Ugh ****... he didn't even tell us where his house was anyways... well we went through the trouble of helping the guy out. May as well drag him along." Snype said as he grabbed the Mienshao by the foot. "Kehehe, maybe literally?" He joked.


"Are you sure we have to?" Celebi asked. "I do want to help people but... he seems..."


"Believe me I'm tempted to just leave him here but if we were going to do that we'd have just let those guys go at it. They made him sound like everybody knows the guy or something." Snype said with a shrug. Snype put the Mienshao's foot down, moved in front of him and poked at his stomach a few times constantly. "Hey you gonna tell us where your house is before you go off passing out? Or maybe tell us who the hell you are?" Snype said.


The Mienshao mumbled drunkenly, but managed out, "brr... South quadrant, lower Daggen, purple house. No holes..." He murmured.


"Still..." Celebi continued to protest.


Snype raised a brow at Celebi and then glanced back to Anna. "Keh... I know I'm too nice for my own good sometimes. If he really does turn out to be an issue then we can just toss him out a window again." He said with a small laugh.


"As long as we can continue the census as we go I think it's alright." Anna wasn't the type to just leave a man out on the streets, even if it might end up being better for them.


Snype nodded to Anna. "Right. We'll just finish our business along the way." Snype said as he grabbed the Mienshao by the foot again, ready to drag him along with the group.


The group continued along with the death census. Surprisingly, even with the Mienshao being dragged along, Celebi noticed something. Few 'mon were actually confronting them. They would typically glance once or twice at the group, at the Mienshao, and then continue along with their own business. Not many were inclined to fight them anymore, it seemed. Like that it continued for the better part of the day, as they poured through the dead to collect their census numbers. Eventually as the hours passed, the purple house the Mienshao seemed to indicate was in sight.


"Mmm... house," The Mienshao murmured as he pointed to the home.


Snype was curious why nobody had been attacking the group recently. Maybe it had to do with the Mienshao? It only got Snype more curious. "Keh, well here we are." Snype said, tugging his leg a bit. "Decent looking place all things considered. Now can you give us a name or do I gotta drag you inside too?"


The Mienshao merely responded by gesturing to his door, adding a few incoherent words. The Sableye sighed and drug him toward the door. Inside was a fairly messy house, with dirty dishes and broken bottles everywhere. There was a foul stench coming from somewhere in the room, most likely from all of the food. The bed was at the far side of the room. However, surprisingly, it seemed to be somewhat occupied, as a Meditite lay in wait there. He was covered in a darker garb with a hood, unusual given most 'mon in Karn had limited clothing.


"We need to talk about the state of your house, Drake, it's a f-" The Meditite turned to acknowledge whom he no doubt thought to be the Mienshao, only to discover Snype, Anna and Cel tugging him instead. The Meditite froze in place for a moment, his eyes darting toward the open window nearby. He seemed prepared to run out, as he concealed his face with part of his hood.


"Annddd the plot thickens. Kehe." Snype said As he dropped Drake's foot. "Found your bud here getting completely trashed and drug him back here.


"Geez... I hope this isn't what all homes in Karn look like... So uh...what's up?" Snype asked casually.


"... Who are you?" The hodded Meditite asked the group. "Who sent you?"


"Sent? Nobody sent us... Er, technically. This guy flew out a window and we happened to help him out. Now just who are you?" Snype asked, sitting down on Drake just for the sake of it.


The Meditite glanced at Snype's action. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" The Meditite asked. "Why did you help him? Who are you?" He repeated.


"Kehehe, nope! Not a single clue! Comes with being an outsider I s'pose!" Snype said with a big toothy grin. "Wouldn't be the first time I've been mixed into a weird spot. I'm Snype. King of thieves."


"An outsider?" The Meditite asked in confusion. "What the hell is a King of thieves? Bah... never mind. Idiot probably drank himself to near-death as usual..." He stated as he helped the Mienshao into bed. "Thanks for helping him. They care about money where you're from, Snype?"


"Kehehe, oh yeah! We kinda thrive off of it infact. I kinda run a while organization back home but uh... With Darkrai around, its been difficult to maintain " Snype explained.


The Meditite reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of coins. "Here," He flicked the bag over to him. "You lot didn't see a thing. Not me, nor this one here," He said pointing to the Mienshao passed out on the bed. He then began for the door. "Just pretend like we never existed."


"Ya know the sneaky behavior isn't quite what I expected from Karn bud. Your even got a similar fashion sense as me. Kehehe." Snype said with a small laugh. "What's the deal?"


"I would like to know as well," Anna added after Snype. "I would like to know if being associated with this Meinshao will prove to be a problem for us." They hadn't been attacked on their way there, but they had no doubt been seen. If people really hated this 'mon then who was to say they wouldn't get attacked later?


The Meditite twisted the door open and prepared to leave, before he stopped and glanced back at the trio inside. He seemed to contemplate whether to respond to them, instead taking in their features, including Celebi's as best he could through her cloak. Finally, the 'mon spoke. "The next time you go out to Daggen, ask of Drake the Marauder, the 'mon who will change Karn." And with that sentence, the Meditite departed.


"The hell...?" Snype wondered aloud. "Hmm... Wonder if this has anything to do with what Greg said earlier..." Snype glanced back at Drake and over to the others. "Seriously though, this guy? Changing Karn? Kinda hard to believe... Doubt he'll even remember us when he wakes up. Keheh."


"I'm very interested in finding out what that Meditite meant, but we still have work to do. We can wait a while to see if he wakes up, but I don't think it's wise to wait here all day."


"Right... Getting Cal's fight set up comes first. We can ask about this marauder business on the way." Snype said.

Cal could think of little better to do when he first left the emperor's tower, frankly, than to stretch. He pulled his arms as far behind his head as he could and stretched them out until he heard Rattles approach behind him, Cythera still perched securely on her head. "Ah that's right, I'm sorry there weren't really any better jobs for the three of us to jump to...But I'm not the best numbers man. I'm sure we can find something to strengthen our position, or at least our reputations before we leave Daggen."

"For myself, I think just making sure the Gold Tribe's newest leader stays alive is as good a job as any," Cythera said as she shuffled through her bag to make sure she had everything she needed. She always made sure to look over these sorts of things before embarking anywhere, but after seeing what Karn was like she felt the need to check again. "I'm sure the rest of you will do a fine job of all this reputation business." Rattles looked up at Cal but said nothing.

"I'm sure we can think of something, why don't we go for a walk, and if we can't find anything better I'll take a stint in an arena before we leave?" Cal asked.

"An arena sounds like a good plan. Something to get you used to that sort of thing before Erble. Just don't expect me to join you for that." Cythera looked around with a frown. "Although striking off on my own in this madhouse doesn't sound very appealing either..." Cythera let out a groan and lied down on Rattles. "I hate this place..."

"Emerald Sentinel and other Guardia-friends," Sen called out from behind the trio in a low, humble voice. He lowered his head into a small bow. "It good see you alive. I hope you not die."

"Sen!" Cal shouted, turning to the 'mon and matching his bow. "It's nice to see you again. We were just about to head out. I intend to garner more respect and fame for our group before we leave the city."

"Respect?" Sen repeated curiously. "So Emperor accept you in Karn. That is good," Sen stated with a nod. He then paused for a moment, as if hesitating to say what he had to say next. "I... I lieutenant for General Hugh. He highly respected. Maybe he help too? You are Guardia-friends, so I want help."

"My name's Cythera, by the way," Cythera asserted. "Not 'other Guardia-friends'." Her tone wasn't hostile, but there was a clear touch of irritation in it. "Oh, and this one's Rattles," She added, pointing underneath her. "That aside, you say your general is highly respected, but don't a lot of Karnians resent him? As nice as he sounds to me, it didn't sound like a benevolent former Serving, especially one trying to help the Serving, would be very well liked here from what Gregory told us. Having his help would be great and all, but I'd rather not have a target on our backs for hanging around with him."

"Cythera, Rattles," Sen acknowledged with a bow of his head as he greeted them. "Some Karnians no like Hugh because he former Serving, and he lead many Serving. They no like, but they all respect. He Grand General now. They know he strong. And if they in Hugh army, they follow orders, even if no like. Karnian way is strength."

"I would love an opportunity to meet with General Hugh." Cal answered. "He sounds like a great 'mon, and I'm sure we'd have a lot to learn from him. Cythera, Rattles, care to continue accompanying me?"

Cythera shrugged. "Sure, I don't see why not. I just hope he doesn't ask for any proof of strength or whatever like that nutcase of an Emperor." She sat up and patted Rattles' head a couple times to get her attention, despite the fact that the Ferrothorn was already completely focused. "Hopefully having one of his lieutenants vouch for us will be enough."

"General Hugh different from Emperor," Sen explained as he began to lead the two of them through the streets of Karn. Down the alley they went, already a fight between a Tyrunt and Geodude spilled onto the main street to their side. "He honorable 'mon. Many like. He do a lot for Serving since we no longer slaves. We... I owe him great debt."

As they continued further along the main street, more and more violence persisted. Fights broke out left and right. Some seemed formalistic and official. Others seemed more brawls and arguments. Wherever they looked, however, fights persisted. It seemed as natural as breathing here in Karn. As they continued, one passerby Lotad, noticing Sen, quickly rushed at him in an attempt to strike him. Sen quickly sidestepped the 'mon and slashed him with his claws. "I sorry, many want to strike at Serving," He explained as he made a brief glance at the Lotad who now lay on the street in defeat.

As Rattles and Cythera continued behind Sen, Cythera looked down at the Lotad with contempt. "Your general sounds better than 98% of the 'mon I've seen since we got here," she commented to Sen. She noticed the fallen 'mon's eyes pointed towards her, so with a quick use of her Psychic power she turned him around.

"I think he best 'mon in all country," Sen replied as he continued through the street. Contempt followed him as the eyes other many Karnians looked upon him with disgust. Sen did his best to ignore the stares and comments and insults thrown in his direction. "Best as in... he good heart. He fight for more than he. This way." Sen continued to lead them through the town. More than once, another 'mon tried to rush at him, but Sen took them down. He was a strong warrior, probably on par with a Gold Tribe member back in Valkaria.

Eventually, they turned into a smaller street, which spiraled around a set of homes, before stopping in a modest-looking one further down the corridor. Nothing seemed special about it, other than the symbol that was marked along its side. It was a replica of the tattoo Sen and most other Serving had beneath their eye, only it seemed to have been clawed out by something, or someone. Also, there were a pair of soldiers, a Treecko and Furret, guarding the outside. Both had tattoos below their eyes like Sen. "Inside, please," Sen gestured in after giving the two guards affirmative nods.

The inside seemed just as modest as the outside. No decorative trophies or expensive linens. No priceless paintings or sculptured statues. Instead, there were a set of drawers with various supplies on them. Five others Serving soldiers were around the room, with a simple, wood table in the center of the room. Maps and various other writings were upon in, and overlooking it was an Arcanine. His once likely flowing mane seemed worn and withered, as if time and constant struggled had beaten him down. His body was covered in scraps and scars, most notably below his left eye, where a large patch of skin seemed burned off, likely where his Serving tattoo once was. But his eyes, his eyes remained as determined and fearless as ever.

Hugh glanced from the maps toward Sen and the others as they entered. Instantly, the Arcanine approached to greet the Vigoroth. "Sen," He stated with a warm smile. His voice was low and deep, but had a humble ring to it. "Glad you are well."

"Hello, General," Sen greeted with a bow of his head, which the General returned, before glancing to the others.

"I see you've brought guests?" Hugh approached Cal, Rattles and Cythera. "Friends of yours?"

"Friends of Guardia, sir," Sen explained.

Instantly, Hugh smiled. "Guardia, you say? So she returned with others? Well, any friend of Guardia's is a friend of mine as well! It's a pleasure... I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your names."

"My name is Callimer Vian. It's an honor to meet you, general Hugh. These are my companions Rattles, and Cythera. I'm... The Gold Tribe's new leader...Guardia didn't make it here with us." He should be getting used to it by now, numbing. But no matter how many times Cal introduced himself he felt like a little piece of his heart was ripped out every time. "She-she was lost fighting Darkrai directly. I couldn't..."

"Say no more, Callimer," Hugh interjected as he raised his paw. He no longer had a smile along his face. The Arcanine sighed deeply. "I am sorry to hear that. She had a good heart. No Pokemon had ever treated the Serving with the sort of respect she did. Truthfully, and I apologize for sounding callous when I say this, her death couldn't have come at a worse time. The last time we had spoke, she had agreed to help me with an important matter..."

"Trust me general, I could name you a slew of other reasons it came at the worst possible time. " Cal replied. "But I'll gladly carry on with Guardia's promise. We intended to try to work with you if we could anyways, you sound more than worthy of the respect you've garnered, and we're gathering allies if I'm to be direct."

Hugh nodded. "I am happy to hear that, Callimer," The Arcanine replied. "The last time I spoke to Guardia, we were talking about the only thing that mattered to me. To us," He said as he gestured around the house. "The end of the Serving. The Emperor ended slavery, but he didn't really end inequality. We are still second-class citizens, if that. Guardia expressed an interest in trying to help us. But her hands were tied before. She said it wasn't the most stable time to ask the Emperor of such a favor when they were beginning to build a rapport together. But my people... they cannot wait around forever. I demand what every 'mon demands of any rule... a chance at equality."

Cal wasn't surprised at Hugh's determination, but he still found himself thinking quite a bit about it before he answered. "That's most definitely an admirable goal general, and nobody can deny that you deserve your wish but... How? How would we go about truly freeing the Serving without staging a full rebellion? We can't afford another one in addition to Xander's right now, that would likely completely destabilize Karn - even by Karn's standards - and make it child's play for Darkrai to sweep through."

"Not to mention that after seeing the Emperor's power firsthand, even in ideal conditions a rebellion doesn't exactly sound like a smart move," Added Cythera.

"Sometimes, doing the right thing isn't about making the smart move," Hugh replied fiercely. "I do not wish for this to end in bloodshed, but if it must come to that, I am prepared to do what is right for my people. The Emperor respects strength, so a rebellion can demonstrate that," The Arcanine said adamantly. "But there are alternatives. One of the oldest rules in Karn is that the law is strength, and that law cannot be easily changed. But strength is represented by those who have it. One of the few rules we do have is an extension of that. Through power, we demonstrate our resolve for change. The Generals, below the Emperor, are the law, because they are strength. If a majority, that being three Generals, agree to such a thing, then the Emperor can pass such a law, should he too favor it."

"And the Emperor already seems to respect you and the possibility of the serving's freedom if he let you in this position in the first place." Cal muttered quietly. "And we're already planning to take down Xander and James! If we succeed two of our group will be generals!" He shouted suddenly. "If that happens we'll have the majority vote, and all we'll have to do is convince Edgar! And I can think of several ways to do that." He took a step forward and raised his fist in a gesture of confidence. "General Hugh, if you can help us at all in our goals here in Karn, it will get you those votes you need, and could save thousands of lives, or even all of Karn. An alliance between us could be the salvation of your home, and your people."

"Xander and James?" Hugh repeated. "Hmm... yes, yes, that could work! But... you do know of who you face, right? Both are not pushovers. Both are fierce warriors. Are you certain you can succeed?"

"James helped lead us here, and even helped me train with the ultimate goal of trying to get his final battle against me, so he seems to take me seriously." Cal said grimly, then began fishing through his bag. After a moment he pulled out a perfect little sphere, once more orange but now the same shade of green as his scales, and held it up in front of Hugh. "Do you know what this is? Because I can use it, just like James, and another member of our group has one he can use too."

Hugh's eyes opened up slightly. "... A mega stone..." He mumbled. The Arcanine's expression tensed up and then he extended his paw to the large Dragonite. "Guardia was a friend of mine. And I am yours," He stated to Callimer, with his eyes also wandering to Cythera and Rattles.

"I may not have a mega stone myself, but my healing power rivals that of legendaries," boasted Cythera. Rattles wordlessly stared at Hugh.

"I have no doubts of it," Hugh acknowledged of Cythera with a warm smile.

Cal slipped the mega stone back into his bag and locked his hand with the Arcanine's eagerly. "May it be a long a fruitful friendship, I'm glad to count you among mine, General Hugh."

The Journey to Xander : Act I​

Following the meeting with Gregory and a bit of time in Daggen, the group of Vee, Rattles, Raz, Obsidian and Cythera set off south. One would expect the weather to have improved or the scenery to have changed as they headed further south. But such was not the case. Once they had left the chaotic capital, they didn't run into much beyond the cold winter of Karn. Vee had gathered everyone up after they had parted, and brought them all together for the trip. Beyond that, however, the Victini had been uncharacteristically quiet for the first few days since they left Daggen. The Victini preferred instead to keep to itself for now.

As they walked, Rattles kept very close to Vee, the segment with her eyes turned towards him while she walked forward. Cythera lied atop her, still bundled in one of Raz's cloaks. Neither Rattles nor Cythera had said much that day until Cythera suddenly spoke up. "Vee," she called to the legendary. "I think Rattles wants to tell you something, but she can't exactly walk and talk, er, write at the same time. Probably about why you've been so quiet." Rattles nodded in confirmation.

"Hmm?" The Victini looked up from the small flame in its hand it used to warm itself to glance at Cythera and Rattles. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of a few things, recent revelations had me pondering quite a bit."

After Vee's response, Rattles gave another nod before facing ahead, apparently satisfied. "Like what?" Asked Cythera, continuing the conversation despite Rattles no longer being interested.

Vee shrugged. "Just everything since the forest. What Gabriel said. And a few things that happened after," Vee sighed. "If you would have told me a few decades ago Darkrai was planning to open the Ancian to kill Arceus, I may have laughed in your face. But a few things have me rethinking things now... not everything is so simple anymore. There used to be a natural order to things, and every day I'm here, it seems to be getting more and more disrupted."

"Welcome to the real world," Razathiel said dryly.

"Certainly doesn't feel like it," Vee responded to Raz. "Feels more like a bad nightmare."

"Welcome to the real world," Raz repeated with a dark chuckle.

"It's strange, though," Cythera said with a hand on her chin. "If Darkrai couldn't even beat that muscleheaded idiot Emperor, how the hell does he expect to kill something like Arceus itself?"

"Chaos." Obsidian muttered from his position ahead of the group. Then he spoke up louder, "It's simple. Chaos. He wants Karn to fight back against him, so he loses a fight to the emperor and acts all powerless despite probably being able to chop his head from his shoulders quite easily. Now Karn feels compelled to fight against him so that they win, cause that's their belief. He's doing what he always does, manipulate."

"I witnessed the memory of that fight, back in the tower," the Dreadmage pondered. "It rouses suspicion. I'm currently in the process of looking into the Emperor; whether or not he legitimately defeated Darkrai, Edgar is definitely hiding something important. Certain rumours people spread about him may hold true - Vee, I'll need you at some point to use those senses of yours to discern if the blasted panda is a legendary 'mon or not. Because if he isn't, then that's when things get particularly interesting... or rather, promising. Well, either that or it's terrifying, but it'd be bloody confusing too if it was."

"It seems legendaries are behind every corner now." Obsidian shook his head, "Gee, would have helped if they had acted sooner. But, whatever." He ceased talking as he turned his attention back to the wastes before them.

"He's not a legendary 'mon," Vee shook its head. "No, I don't think he is. I don't normally sense out everyone 'mon I come across. But I can usually spot a legendary, unless they're doing a fine job hiding it," The Victini explained. "This is what... this is one of the things bothering me the most. How a normal 'mon has so much power and strength. That was the first time I was ever handed a defeat so convincingly by a normal 'mon... is it underestimation? Maybe, but I have my own theories. I think he might be drawing power from a legendary." Vee looked over to Obsidian. "So in short, I don't agree with you. You were there. You saw the Emperor's power. I don't think even Gabriel could so easily annihilated him... I think Emperor Rionart may be bonded with a legendary."

"So... but that doesn't make sense." Obsidian glanced back. "From what I seem to understand, and correct me if I'm wrong, a bonded draws power from a legendary. Like, Celebi and Snype, Snype can get a bit of power from her. But it's nowhere near that much. So, you're saying there is some other legendary out there that not only bonded with him, but is so humongously powerful, that Edgar can siphon that much from him? It just... it doesn't make sense. If what Edgar said was true, then that battle happened eight years ago. That means during this whole time he was siphoning that much power from a legendary and at a very consistent rate too. It was around twenty-two years that Gabriel had been slowing building up power, enough so that he actually felt confident enough to come to Karn and whoop the emperor's ass. I mean, he's more powerful now, certainly, but who would have so much power? You said every single other legendary was basically so afraid of Gabe that they were running for their lives away from here."

"Actually, as I told you back in Gaiyo's north-country, bonds are formed for a hundred different reasons, with a hundred different affects. Don't take Celebi and Snype's bond as precedent," Vee replied back at Obsidian. "Snype's bond with Celebi is a protection bond, giving the two a connection more than power. Though it seems the Sableye has gotten some benefit from it too. If I am right though, and the Emperor is bonded, then his bond may be a power one. One solely so that the Emperor gains the power of that Pokemon who he is bonded to. So it's not about siphoning power. It's about the legendary using his power through the Emperor." Vee remarked. "After all, I said to you before at Gaiyo's. I don't speak for all legendaries. I said to you before that many of us were scared and that is true. But... maybe not all of us are."

"So he's a freeloader freeloading off of some other prick with free power," Raz muttered. "That's probably the most disappointing proposition I've ever heard."

"So... if he's getting power pumped into him, then you should know what power that is, right? You knew that Penance had Gabriel's power in him, and you knew that Snype was connected to Celebi when you met him. Do you recognize Edgar's power at all?"

Vee glanced at the Weavile and gave him a raise of its eyebrow. "No, what I said back in Gaiyo's country was that I knew one of you were bonded with a legendary, but I couldn't tell even with him right in front of me who exactly it was. Of course, I found out later, but I can't tell bonds just like that, I'd have to be looking for it. And the Emperor isn't in front of me right now so I can't exactly check. So I don't know who he is bonded to. In fact, I am not sure he is even bonded at all. It's just what would make the most sense. Because right now, few things do, and that frustrates me."

"At least this job seems simple enough," Cythera commented. "Take down a grand general and his men. Vee's here, I'm here, and Raz seems pretty strong too I guess. And if I'm not mistaken, this Xander doesn't even have a Mega Stone."

"You 'guess'?" Razathiel scoffed. "I am this group's resident Agent Exterminator. This isn't some big job for me, this is Tuesday!" The Ralts placed a hand on his chest as it swelled with pride, doing a couple of dramatic twirls in the air. "Tyren, Roxanna, Bastille, James - all of them so hard pressed to even so much as touch me. Same with that panda brute back at the tower; power only means so much if you can't even use it to hit a target. Poor bugger blew up his own tower - in frustration, I can only assume. And maybe a little bit of shame. Must be terribly aggravating to be so outmatched facing a wizard of my caliber."

"Wait," The Victini began as he turned to Raz. "So you are saying you defeated the Emperor? Doesn't that make you the new one?"

"It was just a recreational fight - and besides, I'm still not sure if they'd let the Emperor copping out of the bloody thing count as anything anyway, stubborn bastards that they are," The Dreadmage paused in consideration before waving a hand. "At any rate, I wouldn't want to rule this place even if I got it for free. It's a fun dump, but a dump nonetheless. I'm more in the business for a smaller circle of villainous influence, one that I have greater control over, and one that actually has some level of self-respect."

Cythera contemplated something for a moment before speaking up. "Well, it's remarkable nonetheless. I heard people around town talking about somebody getting killed by the Emperor while I was getting some extra supplies, but considering that you were very not dead I didn't think it could be you. Very impressive indeed. It certainly makes me feel the tiniest bit sorry for Xander." She then topped off the compliment by flashing him an uncharacteristic smile. "You mentioned the memory of a fight, so I wonder if they saved yours, too."

"I'm fairly sure they were planning to," Raz shrugged. "Though it's possible they felt like deleting it out of shame."

"That would be unfortunate," Cythera lamented. "It sounds like it would have been thrilling to watch."

Vee glanced skeptically at Razathiel. The Victini silently observed the 'mon as he spoke, before shrugging. "I guess it doesn't matter then. Since it didn't help us at all. We're no closer to gaining any of what we accomplished here. Do any of you know anything else about this Xander? Beyond that he has no stone?"

"Of course it helped us," Raz snapped. "We got a lead in investigating Edgar and I managed to get that Snorlax, Gregory on the case as well. As for Xander, we know he's a Karnian Grand General, an Ursaring with the balls to call Gabriel out on being a fretty pillock. That's about it."

"Being General means he's probably pretty tough, given that your Blaziken companion was also a General," Vee commented. "But we have no idea on his general power level? As compared to the other Agents of Darkrai? I understand some are stronger than others."

"I seem to remember him being mentioned as strong-ish," the Ralts murmured. "Not that it matters to me. Might give some of you lot some trouble."

"As long as everyone is doing their jobs, I shouldn't have to worry." Cythera said confidently. "And with my help, the only way any of you will die is if you're actively trying to. Now that I've revised my spells, even Gabriel's stupid chaos attacks shouldn't be able to kill you. In one shot, at least."

"It definitely will be a help having a healer aro-" Vee began to say as it continued through the snow. Something ahead caught the Victini's attention, causing Vee to stop talking. It appeared to be something in the distance, but as the group inched closer, it seemed to be a Pokemon lying on the ground. Once they were close enough to see, they caught sight of the 'mon, a Delcatty, lying dead in a pool of blood. The Delcatty seemed to have on a darker garment, but nothing else stood out beyond that. "... I suppose in normal circumstances this would be quite brutal to see but it seems to be the norm here... still, this far out?"

"Goodness gracious," Raz muttered dryly, calling upon his Psychic powers to scan the surrounding area. "Do be careful I don't faint at the mere sight of a single dead body."

Cythera frowned at the body before floating up to it to inspect it in the hopes of getting some idea what happened to it. She found a huge gash along its throat. "It was a single slash. Maybe a 'mon with blades like a Scyther or Bisharp. Blood is still fresh, so keep a lookout." Rattles kept close to Cythera and assumed a defensive stance, rotating the segment with her eyes slowly to make sure nothing snuck up on them. Wary of the situation, Cythera activated her Camouflage while continuing to inspect the Delcatty, sifting around the inside of the wound with her Psychic power just in case, though she didn't find anything out of the ordinary inside.

Vee's eyebrows furrowed and the Victini glanced forward. They caught the sight of more blood through the misty Karnian weather. This time, it appeared to be two more bodies, a Jynx and Gligar, who have been dragged through the snow before being abandoned. The same slashes were upon the two of them. "Same thing," Vee muttered.

"Look." Obsidian stated, "We will keep moving forward, but we won't let this deter us. Keep our guard up, but keep moving." He glanced down at the bodies, "I've seen plenty of dead bodies by this point. It's not going to deter me now. By the way, this trail contiues quite a bit. It is in the direction we are headed anyways, so we might as well just move along them. Think of it like a red path through the woods." He paused for a moment as he considered his latest statment, "... I think you're rubbing off on me, Raz."

"A red carpet. How luxurious!" Razathiel exclaimed, moving to step across the dead bodies before deciding that it would be a little too gross to do so, even for him. He floated around them and up to the others in turn, speaking short, hushed words to them before continuing ahead. Cythera looked at all the bodies with disgust, but otherwise kept quiet for fear of betraying her position. Obsidian moved on further and further. As a particularly heavy dose of snow blanketed the area Obsidian was suddenly... gone.

Vee continued forward toward the pile of bodies, each one that they passed by seeming to have similar wounds. The Victini was momentarily startled as it noticed a large 'mon come out from behind the large pile of bodies. It was a peculiar Garchomp, covered in shining silver armor, casually disposing of the bodies into the pile. The Garchomp glanced over to the group as they slowly approached the 'mon and smiled at them. He waved one of his large, bloodied claws.

"Good morrow, gentle'mon!" He greeted rather friendly given the circumstance. "A fine day for a stroll, is it not?"

"Fine day?" Raz scoffed, jumping straight into what could perhaps be called pleasantries. "I'm perfectly comfortable here, but even I have to admit the weather's bloody awful."

"I wast speaking of the value the day endues more than what the weather invites, sire," The Garchomp replied cheerfully. "I am sorry, where art my own manners? I am Percival, bred of the House Firrell, of Exatrass. And I hast one question upon thee: friend or foe?"

"Razathiel, the Dreadmage, charmed - I'd probably sooner kill myself than identify as anyone's friend, but I don't immediately intend to murder you, if that's what you mean. Far more trouble than it's worth - this is your work, is it?" The Ralts gestured to the large pile of bodies. "That's quite the pile, maybe fifty or so there. That's, what, two minutes' worth? One for the killing, one for the dragging? Might have yourself a house of the bloody things soon enough. No pun intended."

The Garchomp glanced at the large pile of bodies beside him. "Well met, Razathiel, the Dreadmage. Ah, aye. An unfortunate situation. 'Tis a bloody shame. This is a state of square'rs, but everyone seems eft to kill on sight. I find nay honor here. To me outsiders art not welcome in Karn's snow. I nearly gathered those folk all to burn, as doth in mine own land."

"Seems like quite a lot to just find out in the wilderness," Raz noted.

"I suspect they were tracking mine own kinsman and me as our ship docked," Percival replied. "They all appear to beest wearing the same garb."

There was a shimmer of light to the side as Obsidian became visible once again, "Yeah, they hate outsiders here." He stated. "I don't recognize your accent. Where do you hail from, friend?"

The Garchomp glanced in surprise at the Weavile's sudden appearance. "Ah, arm one hand and greet with the other I see?" He asked with a small laugh. "But given the circumstance, I approve. As I have announced, I hail from Exatrass, land of the flamed wings. Something informs me you are not from this land either."

Obsidian gave a small bow, "I am Obsidian. I have to unfortunately bear to you the news that your crew has docked onto this continent at the worst of times. A civil war plagues this continent. Where are your shipmates? I woud recommend that you all leave this place and return in later years. No matter where you dock along the shore, you'll only find war here at the present date."

"Karnians really are brutes," Razathiel chuckled absentmindedly, eyeing the pile. "You run into strangers in the barren wilderness and an evil wizard is the first reasonable 'mon you meet. Talk about hospitality."

"Indeed, they seem to be," The Garchomp concurred. "A civil war, truly? Well, I do not wish to entangle in such a thing, but I am still enticed by this land. Mine own shipmates art divided between watching the ship and exploring the surrounding area. I admiteth I myself am actually on an expedition upward."

"... May I ask a query?" Obsidian asked. "Do you know the name Gabriel? And are you currently in a partnership with him?"

"Nay, I know of no Gabriel," Percival replied with a shake of his head. Vee, who had been silently peering at the Garchomp the entire time, continued to do so through its hood.

"That is good." Obsidian stated, "What does your expedition entail? Perhaps we could aid you in your quest? Even though we too are strangers in this particular country we have a bit of knowledge of important areas."

"Yond is very kind of thee," Percival smiled and nodded. "I seek the city of Erble. 'Tis hath said there is a dueling tournament held. I am intrigued. I wish to test mine own art against those of this land."

"Well... we know of some allies of ours who went as well. In the tournament a few of our enemies are battling in it. Our best fighters have gone there to hopefully kill them when they have the chance. I am sure Raz can point you in the right direction, but ask around for Callimer and Snype. They are a green Dragonite and Sableye, respectively. Those are our allies. Let them know that you have spoken to us and that'll be enough to convince them that you are friendly too. At least, I hope so. My name is Obsidian, by the way."

"Well met, Obsidian." The Garchomp stated with a nod of his head. "I will look for your allies among the fighters."

"You said you were burning these?" Raz asked.

"Yes, I am," The Garchomp replied with a nod.

"Want help? I'm fairly happy to burn things."

"Wait, if you're from some different continent... how did you hear about the tourney?" Obsidian asked. "Did someone come by to tell you?"

"Aye, assistance would be appreciated," Percival replied with a nod, as he proceeded to gather the remains of the 'mon onto the stack. "I wast told by some villagers from whence I came. There, that seems to be the bulk of them..." He announced as he placed the remains of the dead into the pile. The Garchomp then muttered a few words, a prayer of sorts. "A pyre I light in thy honor, lord of fire, bringer of gleam. Carry these souls into the land of the dead, where all art equal before the maker." He concluded, then nodded to Raz. The Garchomp sucked in a deep breath, and unleashed a torrent of flames toward the bodies. Razathiel gave a nonchalant flick of his staff, sending a gout of fire from its tip in the same direction. Rattles stepped back, making sure to keep a large distance between herself and the fire.

Obsidian stepped back a bit, wincing at the heat. "So... since you aren't here alone, if we come upon your shipmates, do we just tell them that we chatted with you and they would be cool with us? No attacking or anything? Personally, having every single mon in this country potentially out for your blood is a lot already to handle."

"We art not brutes," Percival answered as he backed away from the fire. "If you shall not attack us, we shall not attack you," He explained. "However, if be true thee attack us, expect nay mercy in return. And of course, if be true thy cater-cousins enter the tournament, expect myself to square with dignity."

Obsidian gave a nod, "And no doubt they would fight with all of their heart against you as well. They are true warriors in that way. Though I will say this, do tread your step. Darkrai lives in these lands. His agents and loyalists are not to be trusted. Beware of any Greninja you may see."

The Garchomp glanced at the Weavile, and then suddenly laughed loudly. "HAHA! A fine jest!" The 'mon stated. "The Guardian of Chaos roams the lands and squares the common folk? How terribly quaint. I suppose 'twas a laugh I needed."

"It's not a joke, it's the reason we're here in the first place," the Dreadmage said curtly. "Speak with our allies in Erble - if you're particularly interested in preventing a terrible fate from befalling this blasted world, perhaps we shall meet again at a later date. Hell, you may even want to completely forego the tournament at this point; how do you and your shipmates tend to feel about impending doom?"

Obsidian crossed his arms, "So far the one who is far from serious is telling you it's the truth, and the serious one is also telling you it's the truth. What do you think of that?"

The Garchomp's expression swiftly changed from laughable disbelief to seriousness. "... I would say there beeth quite a story to be told."

"Not sure why you consider yourself far from serious," Razathiel murmured to Obsidian with a confused grimace, before turning back to Percival. "Long story short, Darkrai's a bloody child who wants the world his way and is pretty much willing to destroy it in the process, so he gathered up a load of power and an army and how he's basically waging war on most of the 'mon in the continent. We're stopping off in Karn - that's here - to negotiate with them and kill the ****lords at the head of the armies attacking them. Those pricks happen to be Gabriel's agents; Gabriel is Darkrai's name, by the by. It's quite the tall order to be taking, but thankfully, I, Razathiel the Dreadmage," the wizard paused to flourish. "Have been courageous and brilliant enough to rise to the challenge."

After pondering for a few more moments, the Garchomp nodded. "Seemth like thy hands art full. I cannot in valorous conscience ignore such a threat at which hour is right in front of me. Especially given one day, the problem may not be thy own to hold, but the world entire... I shall consult mine brethren about this. Perhaps this will not be the last our paths will cross."

"Well if that's the case," began Cythera as she dispelled her Camouflage. "I guess there's not much point in keeping this up. It'll be annoying doing this every time you show up, and it looks like you're already good buddies with everyone else in this group." The Floette readjusted herself atop Rattles, resting her flower on her lap. "I'm Cythera Hallas, healer extraordinaire. And-"

Around then, the flames had sufficiently eaten away at the bodies that their stench nearly made the healer gag. She quickly raised her flower and cast Aromatherapy in a large area. "Arceus, that smells awful. Even a rotting corpse is like a spring meadow compared to this ****."

"Personally, I find it quite refreshing," Raz said with a smirk. "It's the smell I associate with a recently achieved, rather cathartic victory. Delightful." Cythera merely rolled her eyes and reinforced the Aromatherapy in response. "Buzzkill," the Ralts muttered.

"Well met, Cythera Hallas," Percival greeted with a curt nod. "And I am inclined to concur. 'Tis not a refreshing smell. But the fire carries their souls to the flamed ruler, who takes them to the next land. 'Tis the way of death," He inhaled and exhaled slowly.

".... I presume by fire, you worship the likes of Groudon?" Obsidian asked.

"Nay, Obsidian," Percival responded. "Groudon hath properties of the flame, but he is the Guardian of Land and Death. We of Exatrass worship the lord of fire, Moltres."

Obsidian frowned, "... Hold up a moment, Percival. We have recently learned about the Guardians of this world. Supposedly, it is to be kept secret. Not many mortals know. Where did you learn about them?"

"'Tis knowledge of the common, in my land," Percival explained. "Of the Guardians, and what they do to shield this world. We learned the hard way, through blood and darkness, during the Reckoning."

"The Reckoning?" Obsidian asked. "What was that? I assume in that case the Guardians came to help you, if you know about them. None have yet come to our lands to help against Darkrai. Would you know why?"

Cythera sighed. "It sounds like those assholes have been busy everywhere but here, after what Vee told us about Giratina..."

"Ah, so thy hast heard of it," Percival replied. "Aye, whilst thy business seemeth to be with Darkrai, ours was with Giratina, in a time we called the Reckoning," Percival then cocked an eyebrow. "Vee? You know of the warrior Vee? How?" The Garchomp inquired.

"He came to us in passing, a while back," Vee responded swiftly from under his hood, masking his voice somewhat as he did so. Razathiel snorted. He seemed to give the others a glaring look, which Cythera replied to with a shrug.

"Indeed," Percival examined the hooded 'mon.

"Oh right, apologies, name's Frederick," Vee introduced himself.

"Ah, well met, Frederick," The Garchomp greeted the hooded 'mon.

"Don't know why you bother calling him 'the warrior' or anything like that," the Dreadmage drawled, grinning. "He was a total pisshead. Not a valiant bone in the body of that prick."

"Truly?" Percival inquired. "Perhaps 'twas not the same Pokemon. If be true and not for Vee, we may not have claimed victory. Vee gaveth up most of his vast power in the final battle which doth turn the tide. Also, had it not been for Vee, the other legendaries may not have gathered. I found its frankness and plain language refreshing over the other legendary Pokemon and their shrouded mysticism."

"Vee? Pfft, nope," Raz scoffed. "No frankness or anything of the sort. Utterly useless. Definitely Vee the Victini: Condescending cock, one hundred percent."

"Yes... perhaps it is not the same one," Percival concluded with a shrug.

"Wait... he gathered every other legendary? Or a bunch of them?" Obsidian asked. "Well, if they went to help you with Giratina, why haven't some of them come this way?"

"He gathered what he could," Percival responded to Obsidian. "Our side contained the Guardian of Land and Death, the Lord of Fire, the Swords of Justice, and Vee. Gathering a Guardian was instrumental for Giratina's defeat, and it was due to Vee pointing us in the right direction... it is too bad he did not survive, many did perish... and that is perhaps why they do not be beckoned to thy quarrel? I surely do not know. I know not what the legendaries' mindsets are."

"He did not survive?" Cythera questioned. "But I just sai-" She was unable to finish before she gave a loud yelp. "What the ****!?" She shouted afterwards.

"... What I think she means to say is-" Obsidian winced and grit his teeth, doing his best to not cry out in agony as his hands clenched into fists against his sides as a sudden pain throbbed in his foot. "... Nevermind." He mumbled out.

"Don't tell him I'm alive!" Vee hissed psychically to all of them. He seemed adamant about it.

"Uh... are thee well, Obsidian and Cythera?" Percival inquired.

"F-Fine." Obsidian managed out, "Completely... fine."

Cythera smiled, clearly gritting her teeth at the same time. "Yes, I was just thinking about how I should best prioritize my healing in this group. I know some of us will definitely be needing it more than others." She made sure to shoot a glare aside at Vee.

"Victini isn't a Guardian. Same one or not, I'll tell you what he was, though - massive ****head. Irredeemable snot-faced *****-mongrel. Isn't that right, Fred?" Razathiel turned to Vee with an unfaltering grin. "Complete ****er, right?"

"I didn't know him," Vee answered while gritting its teeth.

"Nah, he agrees," Raz assured the others with a dismissive wave.

"It was nice to meet you, Percival," Vee stated hurriedly. "But we really ought to be on our way, as I'm sure you do too."

"Ah, yes, of course," Percival answered, still with a bit of bewilderment of the entire situation. "I apologize for keeping thee. Safe travels upon thee. I shall pass on thy regards to thy cater-cousins in Erble, should I chance upon them."

Obsidian meekly waved him off, as he glared at Victini, slowly crouching to inspect his still throbbing food. "You could have told us before." He muttered angrily.

"Ta-ta, Percy!" the Dreadmage called, before leaning on his staff and turning to the others. "Whew, that Victini. What a grand, flaming ****wit, am I right?"

Cythera waved after Percival with a smile, and once she thought Percival was far enough away she whispered to her allies, "I can't believe this. A 'mon fits the description of the one who killed all these whoevers perfectly, and in no time you're smiling and sending him over to our leader."

"I personally wouldn't usually either, but he is who he says he is," Vee replied as it waved after Percival as well. "Back then, he was just Percy though. My, how he's grown..."

"And you died... but you're still alive." Obsidian pointed out. "I thought Guardians were the only legendaries that could be resurrected?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I never died, they only thought I did," Vee responded as the Victini continued to look on toward the Garchomp until he disappeared from sight into the snowy mist.

"That lot can handle themselves," Razathiel said. "What I'm more concerned with is why you suddenly got so pissy, you pointy-eared degenerate!"

"I won't be forgetting that any time soon, just so you know," Cythera notified him. "Don't do it again."

"I know, I'm sorry," Vee muttered to Cythera, before responding to Raz. "Because I didn't want him to know I was still alive," Vee responded plainly. The Victini began to move again through the snow slowly, their little break with Percival and the burnt bodies now over.

"You don't blame yourself for that, do you?" Obsidian asked. "It looks to me like you have some guilt."

"It's a story I might share one day, but not today," Vee replied. "It's personal. I'm sure you all have one of those."

"At any rate, pretty sure you're going to owe me a favour after that one," the Ralts said with faux remorse. "Took a lot of effort not to reveal the secret..."

"Vee, do you think Percival and his group would make good allies?" Obsidian asked the Victini, "It seems he really does hold an interest in the world not exploding on everyone."

Raz scoffed, "Which is rather depressingly rare, now that I think about it."

"He was a good young fighter back in Exatrass," Vee replied with a nod. "There's a lot of bigotry and fanaticism in that country, but Percy always had his head in the right place. No doubt any of his group are like-minded, so we should count ourselves lucky they're here. I think he'll help as much as he can."

"Hmm..." Cythera mulled. "The mountain of bodies still makes me uncomfortable, but I guess there's not much I can do but take your word for it until I discover something. Wouldn't be the strangest thing that's happened."

"A load of pricks attacked him and he got a mountain of bodies for it," Razathiel responded. "Not his fault for being a capable fighter. Not all that unusual, either - happens to me all the time, and aren't I just the most upstanding and trustworthy 'mon you've ever met?"

"Yet, he said that you had to rally the other legendaries to help. Does that mean... no one was willing to go and fight Giratina? If that is the case it could explain why no one has come to fight Darkrai." Obsidian pointed out. "That would suck."

"It was a different situation," Vee answered. "It wasn't a grand-scale war there, like it is here, that's not how the situation began. No one knew what was happening at first, including legendaries, and for that reason no one believed it was necessary to intervene if there was nothing wrong. Only later when I explained did some come. I got Moltres and the Swords to fight. Groudon came when she put the pieces together. So its not the same. Like I said before, I don't know the real reason why no one is helping out here. And it's not like I have all the locations of the legendaries stashed away in my pockets. Your best bet to find out is to find them and ask them, and the best place to find and ask them is the Temples, like it's always been."

"I'll take the lack of response to my question as silent agreement," Raz smirked, tilting his head upwards and shutting his eyes momentarily. "It's understandable, perhaps you assumed the question with such an obvious answer was simply rhetorical."

"...So, we take Xander down, port back to the emperor, and get into the temples." Obsidian stated.

"Sounds like the plan to me," Vee agreed with a nod.

"Good, let's get going then," Cythera said curtly. She directed Rattles and the two continued onward, not bothering to wait for the others.

Cel, Anna, Snype, and Cal - Aftermath of the Death Census

"I see, I see," Gregory stated as he went over the results of the census that Snype, Cel, Anna, Nigel and Rebel had conducted. "Yes, this is as I expected," The Snorlax concluded.

"Hey!" Nigel suddenly shouted. "General, are we done here?" He asked, clearly irritated by the task he was given.

"Ah, yes, yes, of course," Gregory replied politely. "Rebel, Nigel, you are free5 to leave. Thank you for your assistance," Nigel sighed loudly in relief and began to depart. Rebel did so silently, but not before Gregory called out to her. "Oh, and Rebel, good luck on your endeavors. I know you will perform well."

"Yeah, yeah," Rebel waved him off, and the two departed.

Gregory's eyes trailed at the two as they left, before he turned to the remaining group. "I appreciate the assistance you have given me. It was a huge help."

"Kehehe! Don't mention it bud! Least we could do to give Cal a chance to duel with ya!" Snype said.

"And I don't mind doing my fair share of paperwork." Anna answered cheerfully. "What do you use the statistics for, if I may ask?"

"You may ask, ma'am," Gregory responded. "Typically, most do not. In fact, it's been quite a while since anyone asked me about why I do certain things. Let me first ask you a question, and I ask you to please be as honest as you can: what do you think of Karn?"

Snype looked over to Anna and Cel and then back to Greg. "Well uh... erm... it's certainly different. Honestly, the whole census thing got me a bit squeamish. Its like everyone just wants to be on top of the person next to them." Snype said.

"I agree with Snype. Karn is certainly a different place. I've never been to a country with a culture like this, but that doesn't make me any less inclined to accept it." Anna smiled nervously then. "I'm more worried about how the locals think of me than anything. Why do you ask?"

"Because I despise it," Gregory said somewhat bluntly, a departure of his usual calm, polite and collected self. "Karn is a cesspool of violence and brutality. It's without care. There is little infrastructure, the economy is nearly nonexistent. One of our own sayings are that it is a bad omen not to have some sort of large turmoil happen at least once a year. Put that in perspective," Gregory explained. "Our one redeeming quality is that we are by far stronger than most any other country. I mean that without any offense, but merely by statistic. And it seems, even that is threatened. This census, and others I have conducted within the last few months since the beginning of Darkrai's fighting has shown me one thing: there are more deaths now in Karn than live births. Our one redeeming quality, our numbers and armies, are now threatened," Gregory leaned in on the small table. "The fact of the matter is, if this war continues for a long time, Karn will be finished as well. Our fates are tied to the war with Darkrai too, though few Karnians will ever admit it. Our only obvious solution is simple: we ought to change. What do you think of that?" He inquired.

"I agree completely. This kind of thing won't last forever. While I would love to throw in suggestions, the folks of Karn just don't seem to care about the outside world at all... Karn just seems to have a one track mind and that'll lead to its downfall. I know from experience." Snype said bluntly.

"I see what both of you mean. Over the years, Karn will no doubt shrink and end itself. It's not an easy thing to change either. Culture takes generations to change. I would say that convincing the Emperor is the next step, but he seems very much a believer in Karn's way of life."

"There is no convincing this Emperor," Gregory replied with a sigh. "He has always been a proponent of the Karnian way... though that brings me to another question. I understand Guardia was a friend and comrade to the Emperor. Am I to understand that you too have the same sentiments of that?"

Snype held onto his arm a with a hint of discomfort. "Well uh... he doesn't exactly like me all that much. Called me a coward. I'm not all that sure where we stand with the emperor right now.. uh nonetheless, we need his support to take down Darkrai.

"To be fair, he calls many cowards," Gregory explained. "He isn't exactly the easier person to get along with. And his opinions of someone can change with a swing of a fist. Literally, actually. But I was inquiring more into what you would consider him, more than what he considers you. Are you comfortable with being his ally and friend?"

"If Guardia was comfortable with it... then I'll I'd gladly consider him an ally and friend. But..." Snype glanced to Celebi a moment and back to Greg. "...If it were just me then I'm not really sure what Guardia saw in him."

"I don't believe I have a choice in the matter, Gregory. The Emperor seems like he stands by the will of his people. Whether or not I enjoy it, if we can convince the citizens of Karn to help us then the Emperor will too. That's all I need. As for my personal feelings I haven't had the pleasure to really get to know the Emperor."

"I believe I know what Guardia saw, or I can take an educated guess," Gregory stated. "The Valkarians and the Karnians have a long and bloody history, and here was Guardia, a Valkarian, for the first time ever, managing to not only ally but befriend the very Emperor of Karn. No doubt she didn't want to tarnish that relationship, which is why she kept it so close to heart. But now with Guardia gone, we see just how potentially fragile it is. Yes, it is true, with the Emperor, you can accomplish many of your objectives, in fact, you can succeed in everything you would have wanted to... but what do your [i[really[/i] need in order to accomplish this? Emperor Edgar Rionart, or the Emperor of Karn?"

Snype crossed his arms. "Sheesh... didn't really think of it that way. Maybe I'd just cheat and pick both eh? Keheh." Snype said with a confident smirk. "I know you all frown upon that sorta thing but you gotta do what you gotta do."

"... Not all do," Gregory answered curtly.

Snype raised a brow. "So you've told me... right... been meaning to ask. While wandering around town we heard about a fellow called Drake the Marauder. Know anything about that?"

Gregory smiled at the mention of the name. "The name's come across my desk before, yes. Why do you ask of him?"

"Ah well... Was just curious of him. Sounds like a pretty big deal in these parts. Kehehe." Snype said.

"That depends on who you ask," Gregory replied. "In some circles, Drake isn't even well-known. He's just another Karnian. In another, he's a name that's passed on without substance. But few know him as the Marauder, because few ever have the chance to spread his name when they meet him. Even fewer know his face, or his species. To those that do find out, usually they know it not for long. It's a peculiar situation. By all accounts he ought to be one of the most famous Pokemon in Karn, but whether by his own design or not, few really know of him. I wonder if that's because that is the way he prefers it...." Gregory pondered. "Ah, but pardon my rambling. To those who know of him, Drake is called two things: either the Pokemon who will change Karn, or the most dangerous Pokemon in Karn."

"The most dangerous mon in Karn?" Snype let a small snicker escape. "So what do ya know the guy or something?"

"I know of his reputation, my job is information after all," Gregory replied with his usual polite demeanor. "Drake is called many things, though he, as I understand it, personally abhors and denies many of the titles given to him, including the 'Marauder'. He is also called 'Mercenary', 'Hero', 'Bandit', 'Soldier', and most often... 'Assassin'."

"Assassin?" Anna asked with both curiosity and concern in her voice. They had just run into this 'mon not too long ago, after all. "I assume that means he's killed someone important. Is that why the citizens believe he'll change Karn? The ones who know about him, that is."

"He has killed many important Pokemon, from what the rumors say," Gregory answered. "The most known of which was one of the Five Grand Generals. Of course, if he killed a Grand General, wouldn't that also now make him a Grand General? And here lies the most peculiar thing... after the General was killed, Drake abdicated his position immediately. Without hesitation. Unheard of in the history of Karn. And so another rose in his place, and the story was told that the previous General was merely poisoned, and so another had to take his place."

Gregory shook his head and stacked a few of his papers neatly. "What his true motivations are, I don't know. Few do. I once thought it was money, but he has taken harder jobs for less. Maybe it's for glory, or reputation, but he seems to make a big deal out of keeping his name out of it. Here is the story that I do hear. The one that is always told by those who know it. When Drake accepts a contract, he will first always honor its acceptance with a drink. Depending on the size and importance of the job, that is how much he will indulge himself. Sometimes it is just a simple drink. Other times, he will take more. But as far as I know, he has only ever gotten absolutely drunk once: the night before he was to kill the Grand General."

"W-wha?!" Snype shouted out in surprise. "Your telling me that shrimp can actually do that sorta thing?" Snype covered up his mouth. "Kehe didn't wanna say anything before cause I didn't really take it seriously when I saw the guy. He was completely trashed."

"Y-Yes he was." Anxiety filled Anna as Gregory's words and the Meinshao's state rested in her mind. "We ran into Drake when we were doing the census. He was so intoxicated that Snype had to drag him to his home."

"Oh," Gregory replied as he grabbed a small handkerchief and gentle tapped it along his forehead. "Oh, dear. I wonder what that entails? Perhaps we all ought to look over our shoulders."

"We should. Or," Anna tried to compose herself as she spoke, "we can figure out who he might target next. Do you know why he's killed other Generals in the past?"

"Ya don't sound so worried there greg. Kehehe. As for me, I'm interested in who contracted the guy." Snype said.

"He's killed the one because he was hired to do it, or so the story goes," Gregory answered Anna. "I can't be sure though. I only put my ear to the ground and listened. And I wish I could tell you who hired him, but I am uncertain, all I have is rumors, and this one goes along with another I mentioned to you before. The Dealer. The one creating the pseudo-criminal networks. I do not know for sure if that is the case, but his name was passed around before."

"These rumors don't make anything easy. All we can do is wait!" Waiting which didn't put Anna's anxiety at ease. "Is there anyone we should alert about this?"

"I wouldn't know who you would want to alert, or for what purpose," Gregory replied with a slight shrug. "All I have been informing you of is rumors and conjecture. Likely, most of this might not have any basis at all. Rumors are fascinating, but I prefer to rely on facts myself."

"It would make sense. And if I know my criminal networks then they're the sort who would want eyes and ears everywhere. Could be listening to us right now if they've gotten that far. If you're gonna find them then you gotta think like a criminal. Kehehehe." Snype said, looking around the area just in case. "I got Able keeping watch wherever we go. A small sentry in a sense. Kehehe."

"Well, I don't know about any of that," Gregory replied with a shrug. "But, while I still have you here, please pass on to Callimer that I will be unable to honor his request for a duel right now. For the moment, at least. I unfortunately have some house-cleaning to do. You see, the Emperor had himself a fight recently, and he ended up doing quite a bit of damage. So I will have to oversee that repair. Perhaps when he returns from his own journey, we can rehash on the subject."

"Kehehe, we'll let him know. Don't let that marauder guy getcha, Cal wouldn't forgive you if you hit the bucket before your fight!" Snype said with a chuckle. "The fellow was a Mienshao believe it or not. Keep an eye out Greg. There was some hooded meditite too but didn't catch his name." Skype said with a shrug. "Tried paying me to keep hush hush. But like I say, never trust a thief."

"So curiously, why would you be telling me all of this, especially after a hooded 'mon paid you off so that you wouldn't tell anyone?" Gregory inquired. "If I may inquire, sir?"

"Why does it bother you? You thrive off this kinda thing right? I'm more curious why you don't sound that surprised in the slightest. I'd dare say you already know about all of this if your really as informed as you say. Kehehe." Snype said with a smirk. "You seemed to smile when I mentioned the name and all."

"Say for argument sake that I did already know," Gregory began. "It still does not change the fact that you informed me of it despite having been told not to. I'm just curious why you would. The only scenario why someone in that position would, in my opinion, is for two reasons: either they are trying to bring that organization to light to the proper authorities, or they are trying to learn more about said organization. A lay Pokemon in such a position as me would be skeptical about the first option, which leaves one last category. And I am curious, why would one such as yourself be looking for trouble like this? Especially when you appear to be in Karn for nobler intentions? Unless, of course, sir, I am entirely wrong. Then I do apologize."

Snype stared up at Greg thinking about how to respond. "I'm in Karn to help finish what Guardia started. I'll stand by that cause till the day I die. But that doesn't mean I have to do it their way. Having allies in the dark has made a difference in the past. A secret organization? A mysterious leader? Been there done that. Keheh... saved a whole country while I was at it. I'd rather not have anyone important to our cause killed... something like this being in Karn feels off. Like there's another side to this story nobody else would know. A thief's intuition." Snype said.

"I told you because both of you have a similar goal. To change Karn right? And you seemed especially passionate about your opinion. Why stop someone who probably feels the same? Kehehe. I just had to see if there was a possible connection or similar interest. I like info just as much as you do." Snype continued as he crossed his arms.

"Just a bit of deduction. You're probably not used to someone else doing that sorta thing in Karn huh? Kehehe. By the way... After Drake killed the one general ... Who was the replacement?" Snype asked giving off a sharp glimmer in his eye and staring straight up at Greg.

The Snorlax looked down at the Sableye from behind his uncomfortably and comically small desk. He silently listened and observed the Sableye as he spoke, and when he concluded, proceeded to answer his question. "I was," Gregory answered simply.

Snype smirked up at him. "Kehehe... course. If I were Drake, I'd want someone on the inside am I right?" Snype looked around to make sure nobody was listening in. "As soon as you said you wanted to change Karn I immediately had a feeling you were connected. You're different from a lot of the other mon in Karn. And look at you! Front seat to the emperor! That's extremely convenient! Kehehe! For a big guy like yourself that's awfully sneaky of you! I really gotta admire it Greg." Snype said with a wide grin. "Keheh... sorry to rip ya apart like that Greg. I did say I wish to get the support of the Grand Generals of Karn. And whatever your motivations are, you're still one of the pieces to the puzzle. And you definitely seem to be more my style than the others. Keheh."

"I'm not quite sure what you are implying," Gregory replied as he stacked a few papers in front of him. "But I am sure wherever your endeavors will take you from here, we will be in touch. Unless, of course, you plan not to go to the tournament and remain here in the city?"

"I'd have to talk with Cal. I feel like I should be there to support him in the tournament and all but I still have a job to do and all. That and..." Snype clenched his fist. "...James..." Snype said, gritting his teeth.

"I think the answer is fairly plain if you look at it from that sense," Gregory replied. "You want to establish yourselves to the Emperor in Karn. To do so, you have to distinguish yourselves. Beating the Grand General James would accomplish three things. Prestige, personal revenge, and the prize the Emperor offered for winning, that stone which I know you are after. The path seems obvious to me."

Snype smiled up at Greg. "Keheh... when you put it that way, I guess it is pretty obvious... heheh... You're right. I need to set my priorities straight. Besides I gotta get the emperor's respect back somehow right? Kehehehehe!... but still, I would like to keep in contact Greg. If there's anything else you'd like help with."

"Oh, I am sure keeping in contact will not be a problem, do not worry, sir," Gregory replied with a warm smile.

"Howdy boys!" A jovial voice boomed through the tower and the ground rumbled ever so slightly as a familiar oversized sparkly green Dragonite strode into the conversation as if he hadn't heard anything. "You two seem to be getting along well, how are things?"

"Ah, Mr. Vian," Gregory greeted with a polite smile. "It is good to see you again. We were just discussing the census I enlisted their help in. They completed it successfully, much to my delight. Unfortunately, due to recent events, I will have to postpone our match for now. Just for the moment, at least."

Cal's face drooped for just a moment, but he recovered quickly and nodded. "That's just as well, I don't have time for the match just now anyways, I've got to be off soon. I've learned something very interesting, and it's important I don't miss the tourney. Snype, did you learn anything interesting?" He asked, tilting his head to gaze at the Sabeleye.

Snype looked up at Cal and glanced back at Greg. Snype didn't want to keep secrets from Cal but he didn't want to lose Greg's trust either. However he still had no clue what Drakes plan was...

"Snype...?" Cal repeated.

"Karn is currently experiencing negative population growth. Maybe not surprising, but I do consider it interesting." Anna answered cheerfully for Snype. She was partially curious about how the graphs looked, but that wasn't a matter that would be solved right now.

"I'm not surprised." Cal answered without needing any prompting. "All this fighting is still going on while they're defending against a serious invasion as well. Karn bolsters its numbers by winning, and recruiting. They aren't out conquering, so they aren't bolstering."

"Right. And it's going to stay that way unless something changes. Getting on terms with the Emperor would be a good start toward that but I'm not sure if he could be convinced." Snype said. He thought back to when Greg asked if they needed Emperor Edgar, or the Emperor of Karn...

"I've got something in motion for that, we'll discuss it on the way, have you decided where you want to go yet Snype? I'm heading to the tournament for sure. Even if I didn't want to go I don't want to think about what James might do if I didn't show up. Abel's coming too, looks like he's itching to show Karn what the Beatrucians are made of, and this lets him do it without making enemies too." Cal said plainly.

"I'm coming to support you Cal. I plan to enter it as well. I need to see James." He clenched his fist tightly.

"How nice, we'll be having quite a bit of interesting participants this year," Gregory chimed in.

"Kehehe not every tourney ya got outsiders from all over right? Maybe this will convince the folks at Karn that we know how to kick some ass. Kehe." Skype said with a grin. "Ah... One more thing. Greg ya don't mind of I have Able hang around here do ya? She's my right hand gal. She can help you with anything else ya need. Kehe."

"Ah," Greg smiled and nodded. "Sure, I do not mind that at all. I could always use an extr-" Gregory was interrupted as a Tailow suddenly swooped into the room, carrying a letter across his beak. The Tailow seemed to be panting and out of breath. Gregory took the small letter with his large, meaty fingers and opened it up. He raised his spectacles over his eyes and read it in silence. "... I see. Quite a problem..." The Snorlax placed the letter down and sighed. "Well, sirs and ma'am, unfortunately I have a bit of business to take care of, adding into my full plate. So I must respectfully ask you to leave now. I am sure you have your fair share to do as well. But as I said, having your 'mon stay here will not be a problem. I assure you."

"She's a reliable one and one hell of a courier. You'll get along fine. I'll whistle her on over when we're outside. Was a pleasure working with you Greg." Snype said.

"Likewise, I expect we'll meet again soon," Gregory waved them off.

Snype waved back and headed outside with the group. Once outside, the group was suddenly approached by a familiar face, Sen of the Serving. "Hello, friends," Sen bowed politely to the group. "Meet with General go well?"

"It did, very well in fact." Cal said happily, matching Sen's bow. "Come and let us speak a bit more on the matter." Without leaving any room for argument Cal lead them all a short distance away from the tower, for all he knew they could still be eavesdropped on, even if it had nothing to do with the tower or anyone inside, but it was the best he could do at a moment's notice. "I have good news Sen, we're more than just friends of happenstance now, we're true allies in arms."

Sen nodded with a smile. "I know, I come for that. I ask Hugh about it, and he tell me you go to Erble too. I ask you now, if I can come too. I can lead there faster, and I want to fight in dueling tournament. If not too much trouble."

Cal nodded in return and lightly clapped the Vigoroth on the shoulder. "We'd be glad to have you, I just hope none of us have to battle each other!" He finished with a laugh, only half joking.

"I too," Sen agreed. "But I promise I no kill if we do. We fight honorable."

"That's right, we aren't murderers." Cal held up a finger to signal for silence after he finished and looked around. "Lead on Sen, we'll watch your back, nobody's going to ambush you while we're around. I mean...they can try but...well we've been through worse than Karn's regular rabble to get here. I'd never scoff at Karn's elite or veteran warriors, but half the riffraff we get challenged by on the streets are just sad little Caterpie in comparison."

"Caterpie or Xerneas, all I accept the challenge, until I get to my number," Sen murmured. "I am ready to go whenever you are. Journey is long, are you prepared?"

It was at that moment Cal realized he hadn't properly explained the situation to Snype and Anna, he looked at them apologetically. "I suppose now's as good a time to tell you as ever, mon will notice we're being led by a Serving anyways. Guys, I've made a pact with Hugh, leader of the serving and one of the Grand Generals. We're now full allies, and Hugh will support us with what influence he may, and join the fight against Darkrai when we're done here, if we can do something for him in return. Exactly what that is I shouldn't say out loud, I can tell you when we're out of Daggen, no need to give anyone more excuses to attack us."

"Keheh, looks like you've been busy. I think I've been winning points with Greg so that might've two general's right off the bat!" Snype said.