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Cries from the Other Side [PG-13] (Sign-Ups Open)

Jonathan had already been getting a bit worried about the weather. Now, though, it was personal.
Not having quite moved away yet, Jonathan had woken up that morning to thick snow falling outside, when it shouldn't have been falling. Thickly. Which had, absently, reminded him of a quote from a certain movie.
The snowstorm had knocked out the power across town, so he was left to tinker with the broken-down computer in his room. His brothers had been out of the house long enough now, and his parents were currently chaperones on some sort of school-trip that included his sister.
With this weather, though? Jonathan wondered if they were stuck somewhere else.

By sunset, the skies had cleared up. The power was still down, though, which made it a bit...boring. Inside, at least. Jonathan put on some snow-clothes, plus his favorite coat. Might as well, he thought. It was clear outside now, and there wasn't much else to do inside.
A while later, Jonathan was lying down in the snow outside, looking up at the stars that were appearing. At least those weren't acting crazy.
Cold. And getting a little wet. Time to go back in. Jonathan was standing and brushing snow off when the flash of light and the mini-explosion hit.

It was a bit of a struggle before Jonathan pushed himself back up. "Snow isn't packed," he muttered, stunned by the mini-explosion. What had that light been? When he turned around, a rolled-up piece of paper was shoved into his face, making him fall back down. A black...figure, with a weird white hairdo, dropped the letter into Jonathan's lap before floating back to where a round-ish object sat in the snow.
It took a few seconds for Jonathan to register that it looked like an egg, then another to recognize that it looked similar to the Pokemon Eggs in the games. "Wait, what?" Jonathan was sure that this kind of thing didn't normally happen. "What're you, then?" He asked the black figure. It was dark outside, and the moon didn't seem to be all that much light tonight.

Jonathan shoved the paper into one of his coat's pockets before standing up again. Better get inside, he thought, picking up the egg.
A few minutes later, Jonathan was sitting in the middle of the main room, a fire burning in the wood-stove and the egg sitting in the middle of a pile of blankets. "I'm goin' crazy, aren't I?" he asked, looking up at the black figure. Which had turned out to be a Darkrai. Straight outta the Pokemon world, if this letter was real.

I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokemon. In that egg with it is also a Pokemon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.

Child of Wishes, Aiko

"No, not crazy," Jonathan said, looking back at the egg. "That would've disappeared by now if I'd gone crazy in the snow." After re-reading the letter, he noticed the 's' in the fourth word. "There are others?" he asked, looking up at the Darkrai, who nodded.

Real-life Pokemon from the Pokemon world, which might die along with this world.
"How'm I gonna explain this?" Jonathan groaned.
 
Entry 1

Fierra slid her hands into her coat pockets, boots crunching over the panic-inducing six inches of snow. She crunched around the corner of her apartment building under the dark sky. How ridiculous the South was—half a foot of snow and everyone panicked. Granted, it had fallen in the past hour, but Fierra had disregarded the half-crazed news anchor screaming about an icy apocalypse (or something like that) and walked outside. Who cared if it was midnight—there was snow, and she hadn't built a snowman since she was ten.

She bent and gathered a lump of crisp white snow. Smiling brightly, she started patting it into a ball, marveling at the building power of it. Why stop at a snowman? She could make an igloo out of this much snow!

As was her nature, Fierra became quickly absorbed in her task, blocking out all other distractions as she rolled her small snowball around the grounds. The cold nipped at her cheeks and nose and water soaked through to her hands. The lamppost created a small puddle of light around her. Snow gently started to fall again, quickly covering her footprints and giving her more material.

"It's big enough now," she muttered to herself, straightening from her stooped position. A drop of water fell onto her nose; startled, she wiped it off and looked up. It appeared as though rain was falling now. She glanced around—it was snowing everywhere else, but raining in her general vicinity. What in the world?

The shriek of an angry bird made her whirl around, where she set eyes on a giant yellow crane-like bird. The color itself would be unusual enough—but it was on fire. Flames shifted and played along its wings, its tail, from the top of its head, and it stared indignantly down at her.

"Oh," Fierra said, staring up at it. The fire emanating from the creature appeared to be melting the snow around her—that was why she felt the raindrops. Now that she looked, the snow around the bird was melting, as well. "Um, can you back up a bit? You're gonna melt my snowman."

The bird shrieked an angry retort and pushed something toward her with a long talon. Fierra squinted and leaned forward; it was a rather large brown parcel, and an envelope was taped to the side. "What's that?"

The creature tipped its head to the side and bent its neck so as to look down on her with one large eye. It seemed indignant, to say the least.

"Uh, I guess I'll just look at it then," she offered. The bird straightened its neck again.

Fierra eyed the bird a bit warily before taking the parcel into her lap. It was oblong—almost shaped like a giant egg. She pried the envelope from it and picked it open before gently pulling out the thin sheet of paper from within; it was a bit rumpled and the ink was smeared, but it was still readable:

I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokemon. In that egg with it is also a Pokemon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.

Child of Wishes, Aiko

"Huh," Fierra said softly. She folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket. "Okay then." She glanced up at the bird, who was peering at her with its head tipped again, and slowly began to unwrap the brown paper from the parcel; it fell off to reveal an egg, just like the letter said. "All right then." She hugged the egg to her chest, running her hand over the smooth shell, before looking back at the bird and asking nicely, "So, can you step back so I can finish my snowman?"

It spread its wings and cawed indignantly.
 
Sorry this took as long as it did. Server problems mixed with other things pushed it back. Anyway, starting next chapter.

Chapter 2: Invasion of Privacy

All over the media, there is raving about mysterious meteors and conspiracy theories. Meanwhile the egg is with you always, you reluctant to part with it, even after it hatches. One day you get a strange email. It asks you if you would like to play a game and give you instructions. What will you do? End post with your decision.
 
OOC: I'm going to assume this happens about a week, maybe two weeks after getting the egg.

IC:

It had been about a week and a half [OOC: I can edit this easy] since the bird, which she had since learned through the use of Google was called Articuno, had brought the egg. The egg had hatched only two or three days after arriving and, once again through the use of Google, she had placed it as a Pokemon called Sandshrew. She had since then nicknamed the Articuno Frost and the Sandshrew Quartz.

The hardest part had been explaining all this to her father, who thought the letter was a fake and the egg but a pretty stone. The sight of Frost however had convinced him and he had thought it best to keep quiet about it to the media. Frost was too large to stay inside the house but seemed to prefer flying about outside, although Frost always appear whenever Odessa called.

Odessa was on her laptop once more, looking up details on other Pokemon, mostly legendaries but also others. She hadn't noticed that the letter had mentioned others, her father had pointed that out to her and she had spent much of her time studying Pokemon since. Her e-mail messenger popped up and she clicked it, wanting to take a break from researching potential future ally's. It was an advert for a game, she wondered what the odds are it was a virus and decided what the hell, click it.
 
Kris Kollyns
Lunatics and emails...​

-----​

After about a week from getting the pokemon, a lot of things had gone on. I had to explain the story to my family, and at first I had only showed them the letter. They though it was some sort of prank and, when they were unconvinced, I showed them the pokemon and egg. I stayed home with the egg until it hatched, which was about five days after I received it. Through the pokemon "talking" I discovered the green thing was called Celebi and the flaming mouse thing was called Cyndaquil. I had named the two Cinder and Tiejequizas. It was obvious where I got Cinder from, but Tiejequizas was a mix of Spanish words that seemed to fit the pokemon.

After a little research I had learned Celebi was something called a legendary pokemon. Apparently it was extremely rare, it was a grass and psychic type, whatever that meant, and it could time travel. The mouse, Cyndaquil, was a "starter" pokemon that was a fire type. When it was startled or angry or anything of the like, fire sprouted from its back. I kept the pokemon secret but I couldn't help but feel all of the meteors and conspiracy theories that were popping up were somehow connected to them. Or maybe just pokemon in general, but who knew.

One day when I was on the computer, I got an email that advertised the game and had instructions. I was curious so I decided to check it out. I clicked the email to see what it was all about...
 
Can i please reserve Suicune? I will have my SU up soon.

Sorry didn't noticed it started... Darn
 
Chapter Two:

Anthony initially had not accepted the egg that the Thunder Bird brought, rather he had run away from their first meeting, dropping the letter and sprinting into the dark night. He knew not where he was running, just away from the bird, but overhead cracked the occasional lightning and he was sure that he heard the birds cry in the thunder that rumbled in the sky. He ran into the distance, rocky terrain replacing the shin high grass and the sun begging to rise in the distance. He stumbled along in the dark until he was sure he had left the bird, its indecipherable letter and its mysterious and strange egg.

He collapsed on the ground, panting and breathing heavily, just managing to prop himself up against a stone before finally relaxing in his sweat drenched clothes. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, but when he opened them again the sun that had been rising in the sky was blocked out in a mass of dark clouds above him. Too exhausted to move, let alone run away, he decided to give up.

He was suddenly illuminated by another strike of lightning against the ground a meter in front of him. Even with his eyes closed the light still managed to penetrate and illuminate the inside of his skull. Anthony opened his eyes again, waiting for them to adjust and the black and yellow spots disappear. Before him stood the Thunder Bird, looking even more so fierce and majestic in his exhausted state. It bent down to the ground, dropping the letter at his feet before grabbing the egg and placing it next to the letter. Giving the egg a little push, the Thunder Bird rolled it between Anthony's legs.

Anthony picked up the egg, it was warm and when he closed his eyes and brought it to his chest, he could swear he could feel the tiny beating of a creature inside it. He opened his eyes again at the Thunder Bird, giving a little nod, acknowledging his request to take care of the egg. The bird took off in another bolt of lightning, and Anthony knew that it was looking over him from the clouds above.

With renewed strength, he returned to his feet, putting the letter in his pocket and walking slowly back to the farm. He had no sleep all that night, and it was ten minutes until he had to begin work. He wrapped the egg up in his bed sheets to keep it warm and swapped his clothes for a clean pair before heading outside to work.

Many days passed, on his off time Anthony would sit, watching the egg, waiting for it to hatch. He could spend hours just staring at it and not moving, but aside from this he worked, no longer taking his trips into town. He listened to the other workers and their conversations about Meteorites and strange phenomenon occurring in other places, but he paid no attention to these conspiracy theories. His waiting was rewarded. a week after receiving the egg, he came home to kind bits of shell on the ground by the bed. He quickly unwrapped the egg from his blankets as more shell fell off. He was shocked when he saw three little claws taking the shell apart in an attempt to get out. When he tried to help, he was electrocuted with a small shock, so he waited and watched as the small, yellow and black creature emerged from its egg.

It looked up at Anthony, its small eyes adjusting to the world around it, "Elekid?" it pronounced slowly as it looked around the room.

Anthony was stunned into silence, not since the Thunder Bird had he seen a creature not like those on the earth. The Elekid came forth and a small spark arched from the tips of its claws, snapping Anthony out of his paralytic state. "Elekid?" it asked again.

"Nyet, Comrade." he replied, having no clue what to say to this creature, he thought he was being mad by talking to it in the first place, but figured on a hunch what its question was.

"E-le-kid!" it pronounced the syllabi's slowly, as if it was trying to tell Anthony something important, and stressing the syllabi.

"Nyet, Com-rade." he replied to it again.

"Elekid!" it seemed to scream as it launched itself at Anthony, but Anthony was quicker, blocking its punch with his open palm. He pulled his hand away as quickly as he had brought it up to block, a freezing sensation spreading to his finger tips. Within a minute the freezing subsided and Anthony returned to the small creature. "Comrade Elekid" he replied, it seemed to smile.

A week later, Anthony was in town again, this time during the day. He kept the Elekid inside while he was at work, but allowed it outside during the night where no one could see it, he had bonded closely to the small creature and was not ready to let anyone take it from him. He got off the bus and walked over to an internet cafe to look up facts on the creature. The Russian databases had nothing on the small electric creature or the Thunder Bird, so he widened his search to English based databases and quickly came across a lot of information. He printed of several pages and left to catch a bus back to the farm.

When he got back there was a letter resting on his pillow and the Elekid was asleep at the bottom of his bed, wrapped up in the blankets. He opened the letter and again, it was in English. He made out one question on it, "Would you like to play a game?" Something told him to say yes, but he knew not what the game was.

"da," he said out loud to no one in particular, "Yes, I would like to play a game." He turned off the light, pulling up some of the blankets that the Elekid wasn't using and making a note to go see his English tutor in the morning, to get the two letters and information translated. For now, he slept.
 
When his parents and sister got home the afternoon after the egg had appeared, Jonathan tried to explain what had happened. It probably sounded like some sort of lunatic's story to his parents, until he showed them the egg. They agreed to keep quiet about it, but Jonathan wasn't so sure about his sister. She could tell someone else about it, after all. Even though she did agree to not tell anyone.

A few days later, his sister was at school, his father was teaching at school, and his mother was at work. Jonathan was tinkering with the broken computer's motherboard when the egg, on the bed near him, started cracking. Jonathan almost ruined the board when he heard the first crack. "Okay, let's see what you are," he said, putting away all his tools and the motherboard before sitting on the floor to watch.
"Whoa! Where'd you come from?!" Jonathan was standing again, staring at the Darkrai that had just...appeared, right next to him. "I don't think I'm gonna get over you doing that, Gard," Jonathan muttered.

A week later, during which were several near-accidents, and having heard about the meteors, Jonathan, home alone again, was sitting on his bed, checking his daily Internet things on his laptop. Tucker, the Treecko, was on his head (again), and Gard was sitting- er, floating, in the nearby shadows.
"What's this?" Jonathan was staring at the subject line of a new e-mail he'd gotten. His laptop's security didn't say anything about a virus...
Tucker hopped down and hit the left-click button that he'd seen his owner press before, opening the e-mail about a game. "Thanks," Jonathan said sarcastically, reading over the contents of the e-mail. What was this game?
 
Miharu had taken some time off of work, sick leave, due to the pokemon egg, and the two legendary pokemon; Latios and Latias. The pokemon, Ralts which she named Bishamon for one of the "Seven Lucky Gods" in Japan, was now on her lap, looking curiously at the television. She sighed as she watched the news; there were many conspiracy theories circling around about the weather which annoyed her. The media was always idiotic. As Miharu grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, she paused. Although the media was idiotic, she did know someone who had a connection to a very important person in the media. She glanced at the letter on her computer counter top. The letter had said something about there being others...perhaps the media was the best way to contact them. Miharu seemed to juggle with the idea and turned off the television, deciding to think about it later.

Latios seemed to have whined from the television being turned off and Latias sighed. Miharu rolled her eyes at both of them. After researching the papers a little bit more, she had found out their names, their pokemon types (Psychic and Dragon), and even some of their abilities. Apparently, in the pokemon world, several people have met them before and the researchers in the pokemon world managed to send the information about some of the legendary pokemon that were most commonly seen. In fact, one of them had even heard about two moves that only Latios and Latias could use exclusively, but before he could find out more, they lost contact, died, and the information has been limited since.

Miharu glanced at the laptop beside her and started typing; checking her email. There was suddenly a new email that she had gotten, one with an encrypted email. She narrowed her eyes, but opened the email anyways. It was talking about a game, and Miharu only narrowed her eyes more as she read. She didn't trust this email, for some reasons her instincts were screaming at her to delete this, and so she clicked delete and watched the email disappear.
 
Chapter 2​

"Wahoo!" Rossa shouted, from aboard her Raikou. She had found out the name of the tiger only 2 days ago, when she almost ran over a little kid holding a DS. The kid had shouted, "Whoa, a Raikou in real life?! I gotta tell my friends!" She was worried about the media, but she could run away fast enough, anyways. Or, Raikou could, at least. It was about a week since she had met Raikou. On that day, the Raikou had destroyed her bike with an accidental thunderbolt. She had demanded that the Raikou either let her ride him, or get a new bike. Raikou's noble sense of chivalry compelled him to let her ride him, though he was loath to do so.
All that time, she had been "collecting" money, commanding Raikou to run off somewhere during this time. Eventually, she felt like she had plenty of money to go shopping. But she didn't need a new bicycle anymore, because she had Raikou. Her phone was pretty old, though. In the end, Rossa decided to splurge on an iPhone. The iPhone was safely stored in her backpack, next to the egg. Soon after, something rumbled in her backpack... The egg! She quickly stopped and took it out. It's lucky she had decided to go out of town at that point... because the egg started glowing with a brilliant flash! She shielded her eyes for a while, and when she looked at it again, she saw a Pokemon. It was green, and pretty small. It had roses for hands, one lilac, the other midnight blue... She had called it Lilac, and it called, "Roselia..." so she knew it was a Roselia... She looked it up on her iPhone. It was a Grass/Poison type. Excellent. .. Now, back to the present. She was riding Raikou, still finding it fun. Lilac was riding on her head. The her iPhone buzzed. It was an e-mail. The e-mail detailed this game. She was definitely bored by that time, she said, "Why not?" and clicked yes.
 
Chapter 2

Fierra shouldered her bedroom door open and gingerly set her backpack down on her bed, nudging the door shut with her foot. The snow had persisted and now lay two feet deep. Snowmen and igloos littered the grounds surrounding her apartment complex, but the flat roof lay almost miraculously clear. The South seemed to finally get used to having so much snow, since it had stuck around for over two weeks, and all the stores and schools were reluctantly running again.

"Hey, egg," Fierra whispered, gently pulling the egg from her backpack and cradling it against her chest. It made a strange clicking noise; she pressed her ear against it and listened for a moment, but it was silent. "Let's go to the roof."

She didn't bother to pull on her large coat before heading up to the roof, but she did grab a pack of cookies. The door to the roof was large and gray. In the past few weeks, she had grown very accustomed to seeing this door as she spent more and more time on the roof, cradling her egg and talking to—

"Hi Moltres!" Fierra said brightly as the Pokémon appeared before her.

<There is a significant chance that I will be seen if we continue to converse here,> Moltres told her for about the hundredth time.

"Tell me more about the Pokémon world."

Moltres shook itself indignantly. <I demand you allow me entrance to your home.>

Fierra frowned. "You'll set my stuff on fire."

<Insolent human! I only set things aflame when I wish.>

She shrugged and opened her cookies. "Want a cookie?"

Moltres squinted. <No.>

While biting into the cookie, she settled cross-legged on the ground in front of Moltres and gently set the egg near him. "Keep this guy warm, okay?"

Silence stretched between them for a moment. <You would deny me, the king of legendary birds, access to your home?>

"You will set my things on fire."

<I only set things aflame when I wish.>

"I'm pretty sure you wish to set my things on fire." It ruffled its wings indignantly, and she added, "Plus, you're too big to get into my room. My mom would notice."

Moltres drew itself up to its full height. <I tire of you.> And with that, it spread its wings and flew off, disappearing into the dense forest behind the apartment complex.

Whistling tunelessly, Fierra gathered the egg into her arms and made her way back inside, slightly disappointed that she didn't get to hear any stories of the Pokémon world today. It was fascinating—creatures with powers that people captured and pit against each other in epic battles, tall towers housing Pokémon of legends, and a world parallel even to the Pokémon world that could only be accessed with the help of a giant dragon. Instead of hearing a story, though, she could build something else out of snow—perhaps a cat. Or a bird, in honor of Moltres.

Fierra's mother still wasn't home from work; she tucked the egg under her arm and sat down in front of the computer without fear. Ignoring the usual news stories on the front page of her e-mail site (Unnatural Weather Across the Globe, Conspiracy Theorists Declare Government Involvement, Insane Man Proclaims Existence of Otherworldly Creatures: Arrested for LSD), she went ahead to her inbox, where one new message greeted her.

Would you like to play a game?

She briefly scanned the instructions, glanced at the egg—which had started to crack and was shaking violently in her lap—and sent a one-word reply:

Sure!
 
OOC: I'm just combining my chapter 1 and 2 into one post :P Also, Dahlia is just weird and notices/harps on the weirdest of things, just to let you know.

Dahlia wiped the sweat from her brow, taking a sip from her water bottle. It was hot. She was outside, exercising, which could also account for the "heat" but the true reason was she lived in the Northern part of the United States where it was currently 103 degrees Fahrenheit. Which, normally, wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the fact that it was WINTER and it had been this way for a few days. It had caused a bit of fuss, but she didn't care. School had been canceled (something about the air conditioning not working and parents be concerned about an oncoming apocolypse). She wanted to spend this time practicing her sword swings, not something she got to do often with her parents at home.

She frowned as she leaned on her trusty bokken like a cane, sipping her water. She had placed her hair in a lose ponytail and was wearing her "delinquent gear" as she called it. She was thankful her parents lived out in the middle of no where or she'd get some strange looks and possibly some "concerned" phone calls.

Dahlia took this moment to look up at the sky. She had no reason to do so, she just did. There was something coming toward her. She squinted at it, trying to discern what exactly it was. Dahlia didn't have to wait long as it quickly hurdled past her and landed nearby. She quickly grabbed her bokken and ran toward it.

<Ow ow ow!!> She "heard". Dahlia scooted forward, looking at the things that had fallen. One was a strange little green hedgehog, another was a large egg, and lastly was an envelope. The hedgehog looked up at her and tilted its head to the side, as if it was considering her.

<Water!> She "heard" again and the hedgehog somehow jumped up and knocked her water bottle to the ground.

"The hell!?" Was all she had time to shout before it went to lapping up the liquid that was spilling out.

<It's warm. Couldn't you have gotten cold water?> It asked. Dahlia blinked, not sure if she was completely sane at that moment.

<Hello? Am I not speaking your language or are you just that dumb?>

Dahlia immediately clenched her teeth and clenched her bokken.

"What the hell did you just say to me, pipsqueak?" She growled. The hedgehog laughed and shuffled toward the egg and envelope.

<Shaymin. My name is Shaymin. Not Pipsqueak. These two items are for you. And, yes, I am a boy before you go making idiotic assumptions.>

Again, Dahlia's teeth clenched, but she ignored it and went to the egg and the envelope. She opened the envelope first and found a letter.

I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokémon. In that egg with it is also a Pokémon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.

Child of Wishes, Aiko

"What the hell type of nickname is "Child of Wishes"?" She asked.

<After all that, that is what you choose to focus on?>

"Well...no. It's just the only part of the letter that doesn't make sense to me. I get that this kid's world is dying and people are going crazy. And that their sister is the one doing this and if it doesn't stop then my world will end too. With you and the egg I gotta protect this world. And the world's gods are some kind of sadistic omni-beings who think that this sister doing bad stuff is a good thing and are going to make her immortal. Why the hell is the kid's nickname the "Child of Wishes? I mean, it's literally the randomest part of the letter." She explained. Dahlia saw Shaymin shake his head in disbelief before lapping up some more water.

<Do you have more water? I'm still thirsty and want some more.>

Dahlia nodded and scooped up the egg and pointed to her house.

"It's in there. Follow me." She replied. Shaymin squeaked a "Hooray!" before climbing up her body and onto the top of her head.

"Oh hell no. You're not riding on my head!"

<Too late. Now march!>

"Get off me!"

<Goooo!!!>

"Dammit! Fine!"


Chapter 2

Dahlia laid on her bed, the egg resting on her stomach. Shaymin was asleep by her head, even though Dahlia had refused to have the hedgehog sleep near her. He told her that he deserved the bed for bringing the egg to her and that he faced many dangers as a legendary and blah blah blah. Dahlia eventually gave in and he'd been using the pillow as his bed since the first day he'd arrived. That was about a week ago.

She'd feed and water him, all while keeping a protective hold on the egg. She felt uncomfortable with leaving it out of her sight, even for a few seconds. Which did cause problems with school, but she eventually started to bring it in her backpack and leave her schoolbooks at home. She sat up, finally bored with playing the "pretend to be a log" game she wouldn't admit that she was playing. Her laptop was nearby so she grabbed it and turned it on, tapping the egg as she waited for the log in screen to pop up. It did, and she opened up the Internet. Her homepage was her email's front page. There were a couple articles that she skimmed the titles of. Strange Weather Strangles World!, Strange Creatures Spotted! Connected to Strange Weather?!, and Why You Use Or Right (or Left) Hand!!!! She chose to ignore all the articles, though the hand one did interest her, and instead clicked on her in-box icon. She had several unread messages. A couple were from some of the girls from her old gang. She smiled as she read the characters on her screen and even let out a chuckle at the broken English that they tried to use. She wrote that she missed them and asked a few questions about the rest of the girls and then sent it off. The final email was one from an address she didn't recognize. At first, she believed that it might have been a virus but her software detected nothing harmful about it. Dahlia frowned before clicking it and opening it.

The email detailed a game. She narrowed her eyes at this email and cradled the egg carefully in her lap.

<You should play. Don't want to seem chicken. Correct?> Shaymin said from behind, having just woken up from his nap.

"Of course I was going to play. It sounds interesting. Maybe I could skip school for it." She replied, quickly typing up a "Sure." and pressing "Send". She closed her laptop and stood up, taking a few steps around the room. Dahlia held the egg close to her as she walked, almost like she was afraid that she'd drop it.

<What is with you and that egg? You're nigh inseparable.>

"Says the green hedgehog who seems to think my head is his personal perch."

<Is it not?>

Dahlia opened her mouth to reply when she heard a cracking noise. Her eyes quickly dropped to the egg, which now had large crack in it. It also started to violently shake. She placed it on the floor, afraid its wild shaking would cause her to drop it. Within seconds, what Dahlia could only describe as a bipedal blue frog emerged from the egg. It's cheeks bulged outwords a few moments as it "ribbited" something.

<Ah. That is a Croagunk. He is a Poison/Fighting type.>

Dahlia nodded, remembering Shaymin saying something about how there were other species of Pokémon and how they all had different types. She didn't question the fact that even though the Croagunk had no discernible genitals, Shaymin was able to immediately identify him as male. Croagunk looked at her for a moment before tilting his head to the side, much like how Shaymin did a week before. Suddenly he lunged, aiming a punch at Dahlia's stomach. She quickly dodged and returned with a kick, sending it tumbling to the floor and knocking over a chair. He stood up, shook himself off, and turned to Shaymin. Croagunk lunged at Shaymin, aiming to punch the other Pokémon. Shaymin's speed was his advantage as he leapt over onto Dahlia and nestled onto her head. Croagunk then proceeded to try and get to Shaymin by climbing up her body.

"Enough!" She growled as the two Pokémon seemed to do nothing but say their names at each other (which Shaymin had mentioned was how they communicated). Both of the Pokémon immediately stopped. She set Shaymin on her pillow and grabbed Croagunk roughly by the arm and pulled him up onto the bed.

"Here's the rule. No fighting opponents that are smaller and weaker than you. Got that?" She said through gritted teeth. Croagunk stared blankly at her.

<I am stronger than him, by the way. I chose not to fight to avoid the unnecessary bloodshed of a newborn Pokémon.> Shaymin replied, his voice shaking.

"Uh huh. Listen, Croagunk. You've got to be a good leader. Others have to look up to you for strength. You can't go pushing around the little guy because you can. Fear does give birth to respect. But so does mercy. That doesn't mean you can't be tough. It means you gotta be tough with those who think they're better than you but be cool with those that are weaker and can't help themselves. That's what I learned as a Sukeban." She stated. Croagunk seemed to understand as he nodded his head. Dahlia smiled before realizing a nickname for the little guy, something Shaymin had said she could do but she'd never really thought about.

"Your nickname is Bancho. This way you'll be destined to be a good leader of delinquents." She said with a smile. Shaymin let out a sarcastic huff but Dahlia ignored it and pulled the small frog into a one-armed hug.

"You and me. We're gonna save the world. Imagine that." She said genuine amazement in her voice.

<We're doomed.>

Dahlia answered with a laugh, surprising herself.
 
Waylon sat in the library, the small brown fox like animal in his back pack. It was sleeping so it wouldn't make noise. He sat at the computer and opened the internet. His mind wouldn't veer from that night, or the giant dog back at the alley, or the little fox in his bag. Or the Conspiracy theories, really stupid ones too. Aliens, government, even one about dinosaurs trying to communicate through time. Although as dumb as those sound, who would believe 'Pokémon'?

He looked through his email and clicked on one he didn't recognize.

"Do you want to play a game?"

He wondered how this didn't get sent to spam, but then decided it could have something to do with the weird happenings. He clicked reply:

"Sure, Why Not?"
 
Set stepped off the bus, and stretched his arms.
hmmm... I'm not sure why, but I think I'll go to the beach...
Set walked up the alley, past a house, and onto the beach. He chose a nice sand dune, and sat down, careful not to get sand on his uniform.
'Nice day...' He yawned. 'Clouds are interesting...' Set was now laying with his hands behind his head.
He was just beginning to drift off, staring at the small island in the water, when he was woken by a loud noise. He jerked himself up immediately. A meteor flew threw the sky, landing on the island.
'Oh my god! What was that?' Set ran back across the street, to his house, and grabbed his raft.
He set it up and went to the island. He and his friends would play on this island, with the other children from the town.

After landing, Set rushed through the palm trees, arriving at the clearing after about 15 minutes.
A huge, gaping hole was staring at him from the ground.
He cautiously tiptoed to look over the side. There was some kind of yellow object in the middle. Set wondered how it had had survived the fall.

It started moving, Set gasped, he grabbed a stick and readied his defense position. this thing could be dangerous!
Th object floated out of the hole, and slowly unfurled. Set softened. The creature was a cute little thing! he walked over, and as he did so, it awoke.
'Uuuuh.. Morning...' the creature yawned, stretching it's limbs.'Ooooh! who are you?' It twirled round in the air. 'Hi! I'm The Wish Maker!' Set was confused, what is this thing?
'Oh! That reminds me! This is for you!' It held out a piece of paper, Set guessed it was a letter.

I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokemon. In that egg with it is also a Pokemon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.

Child of Wishes, Aiko


Set wondered how this creature could seem so happy, regarding what the letter said.
'Child of Wishes? Is this you?' He asked.
'No, I'm Jirachi, The Wish Maker.'
'Oh...' Set contemplated this, but decided to look for the egg the letter mentioned. It had also said the creature, and that egg was of a 'Pokemon' Set had never heard of such a thing before.
The egg was grey, with a skull imprint. How could he tell these 'Pokemon' weren't evil? Their eggs had skull imprints on them!
Set laid it in his lap and mulled it all over.
 
Len watched her, Mew, fly around his bedroom. In his arms sat the egg, which still hadn't hatched yet. Mew, called Mii, was a very playful creature when she wanted to be. Len cocked his head slightly to the right. His parents weren't back yet. He rubbed the egg in his arms. Next to them, the tiny TV blared.

Another silly news story, commented the pink feline as she twirled. We're not aliens or anything. There is one of us that can time travel but I haven't seen them in a while. Len glanced between the news article and her. Then he glanced down, a small gasp coming from his lips.

"Mii, the egg's moving...." True to word, the red and auburn egg trembled and was glowing softly.

Loosen up, Mii ordered. The boy obeyed, letting his arms move to his sides. A larger crack formed and the top of the shell began to move up and away from the rest. Eventually, it came off completely and there was a little creature sitting in the shell, covered in egg sac. It was a fox kit with one white tail. It yipped softly. Mii wrinkled her nose. Gross. You need a bath, she informed the baby, who yipped again. Len giggled faintly and picked up he creature, heading toward the bathroom. Mii followed, still looking faintly disgusted.

~~

Days passed and the creature, a Vulpix grew a bit more. Len called her Sarah, a strange gleam in his eyes at the name. Mii floated above the child's head as he typed on his computer. Suddenly, Len forced himself backward, shaking his head at whatever was on screen. Mii frowned.

What is it Len?

"Wrong," replied the boy, moving forward again. "That thing is wrong." Mii peered over his shoulder. The screen read: would you like to play a game?

What do you mean Len?

"It's wrong," Len repeated, clicking the "no" option. "This isn't a game."

Edit:

Third Post: Sorry this took forever.

Post A: (for accepting): You are to reach an alleyway, where a person waits for you. They ask for your Pokemon, claiming that the letter was not meant for you. You refuse and they continue to attempt persuasion before switching to force, retaliating with a Pokemon of their own. You have to fight but you lose horribly. Does your Legendary save you and help you escape? Or are you captured?

Post B (for refusing): You are dragged into an alleyway and are nearly mugged for your Pokemon. See option A for more details.

In both, the person is very cryptic, speaking of "what must be" and "interference being forbidden" and "a traitor's words"
 
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Odessa looked at the message that had been sent back to her in response to the game, it was a small list of directions. She memorized it, then put on her sweater, it had been cold ever since Frost had come about. Quartz had fallen asleep on her bed, so Odessa let her where she was, "I'll be back soon enough anyways" she thought to herself.

She arrived at an alley about an hour later, "Odd" she thought, not one person was their, or so she thought. A man seemed to step out of the wall, Odessa gave a small jump, but the shock quickly wore off.

"Ummmm, hello?" she said, the man cleared his throat and spoke "I am aware that a 'Pokemon' has come into your possession recently." Odessa's mind raced, "The 'Pokemon' was not meant for you, and 'what must be' cannot be while you have the 'Pokemon', so we will require the 'Pokemon', if you would please" he said.

Odessa couldn't think fast enough, she stalled for time, "I don't have Quartz with me right now, but why call me out here? It would have been more comfortable to discuss this at y house" she said. The man ignored her question, "Now interference is forbidden, so we will need the Pokemon, where is it?" he demanded.

Odessa had nothing, she wasn't planning to let go of Quartz to this man, "Not anywhere you're gonna get her!" she said defiantly. The man rushed her, Odessa drew the gun from the pocket of her pants, unless she went to school she always had it with her, the man stopped.

"I will not let you have Quartz you creepy little man" she said, the man lunged at her again, before she could react he had spun her around and was holding her right arm straight out behind her. He smashed his fist at her elbow and the joint dislocated, Odessa cringed with pain as the man let go, "Tell me or suffer much worse pain!" he said. Her response was to give him the middle finger, the man kicked her in the stomach.

Odessa felt things get very cold, "Damn it don't let me pass out" she thought. Everything continued to become colder, but Odessa realized it was just the wind making her cold, she looked up and Frost was there. Odessa stood up while the man was distracted, she wasn't in too much pain, her arm was just useless for the moment. Frost drew back its wings and threw them forward, a shard of ice shot out and hit the man in the chest, knocking him down to the ground.

Odessa looked at the man on the ground, he was murmuring something or other about traitors but she took a look at her arm, she pressed her upper forearm against the brick, then wrenched her arm back into position, moving it gingerly about, it was extremely sore but it would get better.

"Thanks Frost" Odessa said, still moving her arm about carefully, "i'm gonna go back to the house and make sure everything is ok their, what are you gonna do?" she asked. I'm going to take you back it thought/said, lowering its right wing to allow Odessa to get on. Odessa scrambled on, her arm still sore, and as soon as she was still Frost took to the air.
 
Kris Kollyns
Lured into an alley by a creepy man...O.o

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My footsteps echoed as I entered the deserted alleyway. If I was not mistaken, this was the spot I was told to go to. Some 'game'. I looked around, no one was here, so I called out, "Anyone here?" I waited for a moment and nothing happened, I was about to leave when I heard some footsteps behind me.

Walking up to me was a man, "I'm here." He said, "And here's why: I know that you have recently come in possesion of a Pokemon," At the mention of this word, my muscles tensed and my guard went up, "That pokemon was not meant for you, you simply received it by mistake." I could tell the man was lying, but as he knew about the pokemon I had to let him go on, "I am here to take back your pokemon."

When those last words left his mouth, I was immediately angered, "No, it was meant for me. You are lying and you must be one that works for 'her'." I stated, "Because the one who sent the letter was a child named Aiko, you are most definately not a child. Aiko said that both our worlds are dying at the hands of her sister, and that the she might be dead by the time I had read the letter." I ended with that, as it was obviously more than enough information the man needed to hear. All of a sudden a pokemon of some sort had appeared in front of him. Cinder hopped out of my backpack and I could tell the man was a little surprised about how he was oddly colored.

"Bisharp, use Night Slash." The creature ran in at Cinder, and Cinder jumped and dug his claws into the opponent, a move I learned to be named Crush Claw. The Bisharp just turned and sliced Cinder, knocking him out. Cinder was still just a baby, so he was no match for this opponent.

"Cinder!" I ran over to Cinder and scooped him up in my arms. The man ran at me and tried to kick me, but I dodged and he kicked wall. I jumped up and kicked him twice in the face, causing him to stagger backwards.

"You little shi-" The man started to speak, but was cut off by another voice.

"I don't think so!" I knew the voice, it was Tiejequizas's voice, but I was surprised to hear her talking. She flew out of the sky and in between the buildings. She floated over to me, grabbed my arms and through telepathy said, "Bye-bye!" We disappeared in a flash of light and were back at my house.

"Thanks, Ti." I said as I layed Cinder down on my bed. Now I knew why people said not to meet someone from the internet in real life, they may just be an agent sent from another world who's employer was trying to destroy both worlds. He may also attack you and try to steal your magical creatures. No wonder you weren't supposed to talk to strangers.
 
It was dark by the time Anthony left his English Tutor's home. He had taken the day off work to come into town to go over the letters and the information he had found on the internet. His tutor had translated the letter for him, explaining it as they went. Anthony listened intently while his tutor explained it all and the more he learnt, the more the gravity of the situation came down on him. His tutor however, took it as a kind of joke, of course she hadn't seen what he had.

She then went on to talk about the information he had on the strange creatures. He learnt of a game called 'Pokemon', something that hadn't really taken off in Russia. She explained that it was a childs game, where one went on an adventure of sorts, capturing creatures with powers. The first was 'Elekid', the small black and yellow creature. It was an electric type which explained the spark Anthony had gotten from it, so he made a note to wear his gloves around it. It was only a baby and needed much care, also quite common in the Pokemon world.

The other was a legendary, Thunder, it was a bird said to call lightning storms and live in the clouds. He was a bit surprised by this, a legendary creature coming to him was just out of this world. So with all the information he needed obtained, he thanked his tutor and left her house. He zipped up his jacket as the cold wind blew and took a short cut through an alleyway he had been through multiple times.

A man stood in his path, coming from the shadows like a wraith. Anthony knew he could take this guy on, he was nothing compared to the muscle mass that Anthony possessed. Anthony took his bag off, he had left his Bo at home, only carrying his handgun and twin butterfly knives, placing the bag against a wall before drawing his fists up in a fighting stance. The figure laughed, a figure stepping out from the shadows behind him.

The creature was not of this world, it was massive, bigger than Anthony hand incredibly more muscular. This thing possessed four arms, and Anthony realized that for the first time in ages, he was about to be beaten.

"Since all you know is violence," the man spoke in alien Russian, obviously not being Russian himself, "then I will fight you with violence." He then switched to English, ordering the creature around.

Anthony did not stand a chance. Every punch he blocked, he was hit with another, every move he made was blocked. The fight lasted for a few minutes, with Anthony largely being on the defensive, but the creature with four arms easily out maneuvered him. Any attack he made was easily countered, and his blocks seemed ineffective. Anthony was panting heavily, he had never been this exhausted in years, fatigue licking at his body as it yearned to give in, but Anthony would not.

Once last strike and Anthony was out cold. He had been beaten for the first time in years, something he had not thought possible just yet. The last thing he felt was his body being dragged along the ground before he lost all consciousness. He just hoped that Thunder would be able to look after his Elekid until he could get back.
 
Jonathan shook his head when he came to the part that instructed to meet someone in real life. "Ain't gonna do it," he said, deleting the 'game' e-mail. Tucker stared at the screen as if he was waiting for it to pop back up. "Who in their right mind would do something like that?" Jonathan added.

//How will they react, I wonder,// Gard said, drifting closer to look at the laptop's screen. Jonathan still wasn't used to getting negative chills when the Darkrai came closer. //You did make the message disappear, after all.//
The Treecko, meanwhile, was now typing randomly on the keyboard.

"Why's that matter?" Jonathan asked, lifting Tucker and setting him to one side. "It's not like they're gonna show up and rob me, or anything."


A few days later, Jonathan was walking along a sidewalk, heading for the library. His mother had insisted that he get out of the house for a while, for whatever reason. His sister and father were at school now, one learning and the other teaching.
Well, at least Jonathan had Tucker with him. The Treecko was hiding in his backpack.

As Jonathan was passing one of the alleys of a clump of buildings, he was abruptly pulled into it and thrown on the ground.
"Forbidden interference!" This was followed by some sort of bird-sound.
"Ow," Jonathan muttered, pushing himself up.
He got a glimpse of a bird on his asailant's shoulder - was that a Chatot?! - before he was shoved against the wall. "I believe you got the traitor's words," the man hissed before throwing Jonathan against the other wall. "What must be can only happen once I have your Pokemon. Where is it?!"

Jonathan, by now, was barely listening to the stranger's words. "What did I ever do?" he asked, trying to push himself up from where he'd slumped to the ground. He was kicked and ended up landing with his backpack on top of him. Geez, how heavy are ya, Tucker?! Jonathan thought. The combined weight of the Treecko and his laptop had left him a bit breathless.

Tucker managed to widen the gap Jonathan had left between the zippers on his backpack, and the Treecko popped his head up. "Forbidden interference!" the Chatot squawked, flying at Tucker. The Treecko bolted out and down the alley, a squawking Chatot right behind it.
"That solves that, then," the stranger said, pulling Jonathan up and pushing him against the wall as he reached for something on his belt.

//Yeah, right,// Jonathan heard from his right. Gard shot a dark ball of energy ((OOC: Dark Void, if it's all right)) at the stranger, who was immediately engulfed. Jonathan didn't stay to see what happened; he ran down the alley, looking for the Treecko. "Tucker!" he shouted, ignoring the shivers he got as Gard followed.
 
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