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Pokemorph: Crisis

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"More than ready." I said, thinking back to the blaziken morph and the others, and my fist tightened into a ball. I was not going to let history repeat itself this time.
 
"good. now, to wait until that moron I call an elite get's ready..." I muttered. This would also give me time to develop a stratagy aginst the fusions. for one, i needed different pokemon. I used a nearby transport console, and switched my pokemon. I still had three pokemon, but these were different.
 
I felt an uneasy sensation deep inside. I coulddn't quite explain it, but something didn't quite seem right inside me. Kind've like someone was sifting through my mind. I shook my head and said to Seth and Tawny "I think we should move. No doubt that woman's after us."
 
I looked back toward the wastelad behind us and nodded. The bright light of the sun out there hurt my incrediblt photosensitive eyes. I preferred a cool, dark environ such as this one. I began my walk, trusting in Seth and Tawny to follow.
 
OOC: Where are we at!? I'm lost and confused.
 
Tawny followed silently into the forest. SHe wasn't one for dark and dreary places, but she found she could create a globe of light, like a concentrated Flash attack, in the fusioned form. She swished her tail happily, enjoying it's heat and amount of light.
 
Even if it was coming from the back I found that the light bothered me. I asked quietly "Listen, I'm sorry to bug you but would you mind turning that down just a bit? " I added hastially "Not much I mean, but my eyes..."
 
Tawny quickly extinguished the light. "Sorry," she murmered, allowing her dark eyes to grow used to the dim light. It wasn't exactly a pleasent trip for her, having lived on plains all her life. But, she somehow found the excersion exhillerating, even though it wasn't her 1st choice.
 
"Thanks" I muttered slowly, looking about warily. I was comfortable in this environment but nevertheless nervous. I knew something was wrong although I couldn't manage to place just what.
 
"Weird..." I breathed, looking straight at the mystical platform. I felt at peace around it, oddly enough for me.
 
A sense of warmth washed over Treena. The pillar seemed to be whispering to her. The winds around her that rustled her dark hair seemed to speak comforting thoughts. The girl smiled gently as her tail glowed.
 
I placed a hand on the pillar, and the strange the green aura wrapped itself around me. it felt really weird and at first I was alarmed, but a sense of peice swept over me. I felt empowered, like I had been graced by some deity to do something I was meant to do. But I just couldn't find out what.
 
I waited patiently, it didn't seem right to me to violate the place. Instead, I sat back against a tree to wait.
 
Tawny felt oddly calm in this place. The calmness actually worried her. How could she be so laid back at a time like this?

She watched the strange pillar attentivly, awaiting something to happen.
 
Suddenly a childlike voice seemed to enter my head. "You are not safe here. They will find you. You must leave before they get here or they will destroy this place and the Guardian of the Forest will be no more." I was alarmed by this mysterious voice, but it continued. " Your bodies have been made impure by evil science of man but your purification is no easy task.Find the source of the transformation and all be set right."
 
Thier pause had been a mistake. My Scyther awaited in the bushes, and a Houndoom was nearby trying to catch up to the bug pokemon. I was above on a Salamence, though now I saw the shrine.. I could only hope that Celebi wouldn't come to thier assistence..
 
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