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    Derek took another sip from his warm Grepa juice as the Iaponese Ambassador– who he had leaned to be called Ayami, floated past by. His claymore Honedge partner was floating beside him, looking quite engrossed on his activity of observing the number of Pokémon that had attended the party. The ghost sword turned his single eye towards two certain guests that had joined them on the bar. He was surprised to see a Doublade,  as his kind were quite rare, and somehow, he hadn’t seen any Honedges, Doublades, or even Aegislashes lately, even if the city had lots of them floating around.

    Perhaps he ought to venture out more.

    “Hi! Welcome to Avalodge.” Cael heard the ambassador's cherry voice as she greeted the two guests. “What can I get for both of you?”

    "Oh, um... I'd like an Apple Cider, please!" The Braixen replied as he shifted his orange vest snugly around his torso.

    "Dude. That's alcoholic. You sure?" One of the swords that followed him interjected, echoed by the other.

    "Yeah man, you're a lightweight!"

    The Braixen’s face pursed in annoyance. "Weren't you guys the ones to tell me to have fun once in a while?"

    "... Good point." The first sword replied before turning to the Frosslass. "Two for the handsome swords too, please!"

    “Sure!” Ayami giggled at their antics, feeling more than happy to oblige.

    Cael chuckled to himself and decided to continue to his activity of observing the guests. The Avalodge was definitely crowded with various sorts of Pokémon he had ever seen. There was a lone, bored looking Phantump sitting by the Avalugg tables, eyeing someone who was face painting a few tables away. A pair of blue robed Lucario and Honedge walked past him, seemingly to be deep in discussion about the upcoming ice sculpting contest.

    “But... a bust would be simpler, wouldn’t it?” the Lucario complained. “Come on, Ven. I’m not that skilled.”

    “Which is why I purposed a Pidgeot statue.” The Honedge replied evenly. “It won’t be that hard, Zenneth. Trust me.”

    Cael could hear the blue cloaked Lucario grumble and disappear from view. With that, the Honedge went back to his sight-seeing. There were sure a lot of ghost types today, he mused, with an abundant amount of fire types. Perhaps that was why Derek seemed perfectly fine when he was shivering badly at his arrival with Ardor.

    And speaking of the devil...

    “Afternoon, Ardor.”

    The thickly robed Quilava nodded. The sword noted with amusement, that Ardor had a really bright yellow ‘mask’ painted on his face. It’s quite simple in design, but Cael would recognize a Verinzian styled carnival mask right away. It even had small, gold swirls around his eyes.

    “Afternoon, Cael. Enjoying yourself?”

    Cael’s green scarf swished lazily. “Quite, yes.” His eyes gleamed. “You got quite the artist, I see.”

    Ardor chuckled. “I’m surprised myself.” He nodded to the shiny Noibat who was flying towards a bright pastry cart attended by a Zoroark. “Despite what he said, Lapis’ work surpassed mine by great lengths.”

    “Lapis?” Cael blinked and looked towards the blue furred bat that was currently helping the Zoroark to sell the pastries. “Oh, I see. Interesting name...  Well, have a drink Ardor. It won’t be another hour before the Ice Sculpting began.” Cael intoned brightly. “I trust you and Derek already have something in mind?”

    Ardor hummed. “Actually, we will be partnering with other teams for that contest.” He said. “Derek had partnered with a Frogadier by the name Zach and his Togepi teammate..” Ardor nodded towards the hooded Bubble Frog Pokemon a few seats away. “The twins had agreed to help me and Lapis, on the other hand.”

    Cael blinked his sole eye, once. “The twins? You sure the ice won’t melt before you three fire types could even begin?

    A snort came from behind Ardor. “Then we will make sure the Nevermeltice wouldn’t melt, if it can melt in the first place.”

    “Glad you two can make it.” Ardor grinned, turning around on his seat to greet the two newcomers, his eyes shuffled between the Houndours. Both Nicolò and Alessandro were identical in the looks department: having the same set of bright amber eyes, same face structure, and even identical V-shaped skull-helmet on their heads. Their only difference was their build and hair. Alessandro had his medium length hair tied in a short ponytail and had a more muscular build. Nicolò on the other hand had shorter hair and a leaner but sturdy frame. But more or less, it would be quite confusing to differentiate them if not for Alessandro’s ponytail.

    Stessa cosa.” Alessandro replied, grinning. He adjusted his dark brown winter coat around his shoulders as he and his twin brother took the empty seats between Derek and the Phantump. “No wonder you told us to bring some winter clothing. It’s freezing in here.” He added, grimacing slightly.

    Ardor smiled wryly. “Derek didn’t bode too well with the cold either.”

    “As if you fared better.” The Chimchar retorted.  Ardor waved his paw dismissively.

    “Well, anyway. Have you two decided on what we should sculpt?”

    It was Nicolò who replied. “We have thought about several ideas, but we agreed to make the–

     “Le Grandi Torri di Guardia.” Alessandro supplied.

    “We had planned to make a large scale replica, which means–

    “–we will need at least five large ice blocks to make it.” Alessandro added.” And did you bring those small Chargestone lanterns we asked?”

    “Yes. It’s with Derek at the moment.”

    Nicolò grinned. “Great! It will illuminate the tower nicely–” 

    “–from the inside of course–”

    “–and the ice particles should reflect the lights very beautifully.”

    “Perhaps we should carve an opening between the ice blocks so we could place the lanterns inside.”

    “Yes, that should do the trick.”

    Ardor blinked and shook his head to get rid of the impending dizziness. Watching the two talk is like observing a tennis match.  “Wait, wait. Le Grandi– you meant those two famous ivory watchtowers?”

    Sì.” both intoned.

    “The ones that burned down with the city?”

    Both Houndours’ smiles faded, slowly replaced by a tight frown. Both looking quite uncomfortable with the subject.

    “Yes... We would like something to remember and preserved from our home...” It was Alessandro who had spoken.

    “Ah, alright.” Noticing their agitated body language, Ardor quickly changed the subject. He could relate with the two hellhounds. Watching your home burn and your family member die in one single day... it couldn’t be pleasant.

    “Well, I think you should know, arts-and-crafts aren’t my strong subject, or even my other partner, so to speak.”

    Alessandro chuckled. “Just leave the carving to us. You and that Noibat can help by cutting the basic the blocks into shape.” His eyes wandered about. “Well, we still have some time, right? I’ll just be with that Braixen over there.” He grinned, sauntering towards the fire type with the Doublade pair.

    Nico let out an exasperated sigh. Ale, this isn’t the time to flirt around!

    His words fell on deaf ears however, as Ale went to sit with the Fox Pokémon.

    Dei boni...” Nico muttered under his breath and went to order a drink with a small, annoyed scowl.

    Ardor’s eyes followed Ale as he conversed with the Braixen. He couldn’t hear what they were discussing, but it would seem that the fire fox was quite amused that Ale went to flirt with him. The Houndour seemed to have invited the fox to the bar as the two stood up. The Doublade stayed where they were though, waving their magenta scarf-arms as the fire types left.

    "...why not, if you don't mind a guy like me." Ardor heard the Braixen’s mirthful voice as their voices entered his hearing range.

    Nico chocked slightly at his drink, stifling a laugh as he looked at his twin brother’s stunned face.

    "Wait. Sei un maschio?!" the ponytailed Houndour asked.

    The Braixen blinked. “What’s that mean?”

    “He just asked that if you’re a guy.” Nico translated with a small snort.

    "Oh, yep." The fox replied, his bushy tail swished around. "I don't mind guys though. Gotta say, you do look cute~"

    Somehow, Ale managed to get through is initial surprise and his shocked face had returned to his award winning grin. With a chuckle, he replied, "Thanks. You look fine yourself."

    It was Nico’s turn to look dumbstruck. Cael couldn’t help but laugh out from the amount of hilarity while Derek observed the interaction with a choked smile. Ardor just snorted and shook his head in amusement.

    “Gods... I should’ve known.” Nico groaned, but there was an underlying satisfaction in his voice, as if he had solved a centuries old mystery.

    Derek made a coughing noise and stood up. “W-well.” He fought to keep his face straight. “I’m going to see Zach and Drew over there.” He nodded to the Frogadier and Togepi team.

    “Yeah. Go ahead.” Ardor nodded, stuffing his cold paws into his wintercoat pocket. His paw fingers immediately brushed against the ring which he had secured inside. A thought occurred to him.

    “Nico, can you come with me for a second?” he requested. The Houndour in question shrugged and nodded.

    Derek watched them stood. “I’ll see you later then.”

    Ardor nodded as the Chimchar left the bar to join his Ice Sculpting partners. Derek observed as Ardor turned to Nico and walked slowly to the other end of the bar. “Do you remember the ring?” His voice was pensive.

    The young Houndour’s ears perked up. “Yes...” he replied hesitantly. “How could I not?”

    The rest of the conversation was lost to Derek’s ears as the two fire types disappeared into the crowd. He wondered if they were talking about the journey they had taken a few weeks earlier. To where, Derek didn’t know. But Ardor had returned with the twins and another ‘mon with a ring made of pure silver and a small wooden box which jingled when the Quilava handed it to Darius.

    Shaking the thoughts out of his head, the Chimchar warped his loose scarf around his neck and walked past a stage which had been set up the other day. He watched in wonder at the finely dressed ‘mons bearing various musical instruments. One of them stood out from the most, seeing that the particular Zigzagoon was clad in a thin white shirt and a simple black jacket, looking quite miserable. Derek couldn’t help but feel pity to the normal type, seeing that he was shivering from the cold. But he couldn’t do anything at the moment, unfortunately.  

    “Hey! Over here!”

    The Chimchar blinked and looked around to find who had called him. He then spotted Zach waving from his seat. Smiling a bit, the fire type went to join the two Hunters and began to discuss what they should be making tonight.

    Meanwhile, Jim Holford sneezed as he drew his jacket collar over his neck. At least it provided some warmth. He huffed at his own negligence. Not only he had forgotten to wear warmer clothing, he had also forgotten his newly acquired scarf back at his flat. He had been informed that formal wear was the dress code for musicians for the night, but he had somehow forgotten that Avalodge had a concentrated winter climate.

    Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk.

    Shivering from the cold, the lanky Zigzagoon went to retrieve his trusty violin from the case and plucked the strings to test their pitch. He struck some notes to determine which ones would need tuning. Satisfied, he decided to play an excerpt from Ungarische Tänze No. 5 to make sure he had everything right. His violin was working well so far.

    As Jim was about to test another piece to get his strings going, he started to realize that he was being watched by someone. The Zigzagoon turned with furrowed brows  to see a Grovyle observing him with fascination written across his face. The Grovyle blinked when he realized that Jim was now staring back at himself, and he promptly averted his gaze away.

    “F-forgive me. Er...did I bother you?” the grass type coughed, directing his gaze back to Jim sheepishly.

    Jim raised his eyebrows. “No, no you didn’t.” he responded, taking in every detail of the Grovyle with his cold blue eyes. What he found was definitely interesting.

    Strong, lithe build...nimble claws...subtle dent on the and chemical stain on sleeve... interesting way to fold a dorsal-leaf...Aaah, I see now.

    “Isaac, wasn’t it?”

    The stunned expression on the Grovyle’s face was enough for an answer. “Er, how did you...”

    “You told me yourself. Just now.” Jim replied. “Well, that, and I’ve read every record on new members. I simply piece the facts together.” He added.

    Isaac blinked. “I see...” he shifted awkwardly.

    Seeing the Wood Gecko’s discomfort, Jim sighed and extended his paw for a handshake. “James Holford. I don’t believe we had met, which is strange since we are in the same guild.”

    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Holford.” The grass type took Jim’s paws with his own claws. “And indeed? Well, in that case, your previous statement makes more sense now.” He chuckled good-naturedly.

    “Right. Just call me Jim... or James. Whichever you prefer.”

    Isaac smiled. “Alright.” He adjusted his white coat as he prepared his own instrument –which turned out to be a violin to Jim’s interest. “Do you play often, James?”

    “Not really. I play it only when I have nothing to do or I need to think.” Jim replied, humming to himself. “Hmm... I trust you to have adequate violin skills?”

    “Indeed I do.” Isaac replied. “I play my violin often, just to spend the time.” He seemed to realize something as a small frown creased on his forehead. “Are you alright? You look kinda cold.”

    “Hmm? No, I’m not cold. I’m feeling quite well.” The Zigzagoon replied untruthfully. He sneezed. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes.... I think you should do some warm ups with your instrument. The cold is not good for the sound box and string.”

    The Grovyle nodded, though he still looked a bit skeptical about Jim's current condition. “Thank you.” He then went to tweak and tune his violin, making sure that he had every string in the correct pitch while humming a random tune to himself. “Hmm... what should I play... oh yes... That would do.” The Grovyle grinned and began to bow a cheerful and light melody. The Researcher-slash-pseudo detective immediately recognized the bubbly serenade that practically skipped out of Isaac’s violin.

    “Serenade No. 13 for strings in G major.” Jim uttered, impressed by the skill Isaac was showing.

    Eine kleine Nachtmusik” Isaac nodded in agreement once he finished the Allegro, happy that someone recognized one of his favourite Wolfgang pieces.

     Jim turned around as several ‘mons applauded by the little show, his mouth quirked upwards. “Oh, look. We have an audience.” He chuckled as  Isaac gave a small bow to the applauding crowd, grinning slightly.

    “So it would seem.” Came the reply.

    A thought occurred in Jim’s mind as they went to regroup with the other musicians. “Hmm... How’s your Sight Reading skill, Isaac?”

    The grass type grinned brightly in response. “More than adequate I suppose. Why do you ask?”

    With a sideways glance, Jim went to reach inside his satchel pocket and pulled out a thick manila folder. He then gave it to Isaac. “I composed this piece from an idea that I had for a while, and I haven’t had the time to test out the duet part. Would you mind playing the second violin?”

    Isaac stared back and forth between Jim and the composition he held with shock written on his face. He found himself at a loss of words. It was a waltz. Slow, melodious, and hauntingly beautiful. He did not need to read through the whole composition to guess that Jim had put a lot of passion and pieced the melody brilliantly.

    “I’d be honoured.” He managed to choke out.

    Jim’s grin was blinding.

    The sports competition went well into the night.

    Tristan had never felt this spent in his life before, or feeling extremely invigorated as well. The soccer match he and Tor had participated went off and finished with a blast. Some of the participants are young ‘mons were between mid-teens to 20 year olds, but it was very fun indeed.  It was too exciting that the Prinplup couldn’t recall how many goals were scored by his team that day, but he did remember Tor being a very effective and fearsome striker.

    Around three in the afternoon, an exhausted Tristan decided to retire and went to get some refreshments inside the bar, while Tor –who somehow had an impossibly large amount of energy today, went to exert his remaining energy by playing a rather intense game of Dodgeball. The shaggy haired Buizel who had initiated the game had invented some really interesting variations. One of them was called Sulagest if Tristan recalled correctly.

    “Right then lads! Th’ rules are simple. Anythin’ goes in this game.” The Buizel shouted, sporting a rather manic grin. “Gather dirt to throw at yer enemy's eyes? Have something to knock’em off ther’ feet? Use Protect to shield yerself? Heh! Anythin’ goes as long as yeh dun’ go maulin’ the other team!”

    Needless to say, it was quite the brutal game ever.

    Tor came out victorious, which wasn’t really surprising, for Tristan anyway. He supposed that his teammate’s military training and Special Ops background had helped on his timing, reflexes, and power . But the Shinx did not walk out without a scrape. Tristan counted a swollen eye, at least a dozen bruises and cuts all over his chest and legs, and a mildly sprained ankle.

    And their resident doctor was not amused.

    “Good gods Tor! Did you get into a bleedin’ bar fight already?!

    “Dodgeball, Leo. It’s Dodgeball.” Tor replied with a loud groan as Leo forced him to sit down on the nearby bench.

    The Vaporeon’s eyes widened. “And since when did a simple Dodgeball turned into some barbaric game?! No, don’t tell me. It’s the freaking Stone Age! ‘Course a harmless game would be quite brutal.” He remarked, flapping his arms about. “Vest off.” He added.

    “You would want to direct that question to Slick.” Tor remarked.


    “That pirate wannabe Buizel who invented the Sulagest mode.”

    Leo blinked. “Sula– what?”

     “Brutal mode, if you prefer,” Tristan butted in, but Leo directed his glare to the Captain.

    “Hey, hey, hey,” Tristan found himself shrinking away from the angry water type. “I can’t just–“

    Leo interrupted him, his paws clenched. His voice was deathly calm. “You know what? Just shut up... and let me work.”



    Less than five minutes later, and a lot of hisses and yelps from Tor’s part, Leo stowed away all of his rudimentary pastes and ointments into his faithful medical bag and shooed the disgruntled, but much better Shinx and their Captain away. Packing his bag up, the Vaporeon made his way towards the bar. “Stupid, adrenaline crazy officers and crazy detectives.... I really need a break.” He muttered, straightening the hem of his jacket.

    He went pass the ice sculpting corner, pausing to gawk one particular structure that was slowly taking shape. A tower, he realized.  It was a detailed replica of a Renaissance bell tower. Well, it looked like a cross between a bell tower and a watchtower when he took a closer look. Leo had to admire the amount of detail that were carved into the ice blocks. Two Houndours were busy carving the tiny windows and tiny details of the façade while a Quilava and a shiny Noibat, both had at least three layers of clothing, was carefully cutting the ice blocks into smaller pieces. Leo also noticed that there was a circular hollow dent in the unfinished structure. A quick glance to the side revealed that the three fire types had planned to place two white and blue coloured lanterns inside, which would illuminate the tower in bluish white light.  

    This should be quite the spectacle.

    The Vaporeon soon found himself sitting by the bar, conversing with the many healers and scholars from the Researcher guild while enjoying several cups of warm Iaponese beer. As Leo reached for his third glass, soft music began to waft through the lodge, drawing everyone’s attention to the stage. A quick glance told Leo that the dancing competition had started, with a Dusknoir in a formal suit announcing the rules and whatnot. Anyone could enter provided they wore suitable clothing. This is to say, formal wear.

    “Hello there. I was wondering if you would be here and there you are.” Someone giggled. “Mind if I join you?”

    Leo turned to face the owner of the voice. “Hmm? I don’t mind– oh.” His eyes were suddenly drawn towards the eerily familiar blue eyes which belonged to a familiar Braixen. “Ah, hello again.”

    Matsuri’s face broke into a broad smile. “Hi there, doctor.” She slipped to the seat next to Leo’s. “How’s the Researchers doing for you?”

    “Oh, well. Lots of experiments and pouring over old documents.” The Vaporeon shrugged. “Beer?”

    “No thank you.” The Braixen replied politely, running her paws through her immaculately curled red hair which fell down through her backs in soft waves, framing around her face perfectly. And there are her brilliant blue eyes, like a storm brewing in the midst of a bottomless ocean–

    ‘Get a grip Leo.’ He berated himself. ‘There’s no use, and there’s definitely no chance for an old ‘mon like you.’ He sighed, slowly realizing that the Braixen had been talking for the last five minutes.

    “...and I had to drag Toshi out from his room. He wasn’t so happy when I had to levitate him out.” The vixen giggled to herself. “Well, that’s old grumpy Toshi for you.”

    “I see.” Leo nodded absently, sipping his beer. He blinked when he realized that Matsuri was not regarding him with a rather wistful smile. “What? Something on my face?” he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw.

    “Oh, nothing, nothing.” The vixen quickly replied, looking thoughtful. “You know, I was wondering... well, it’s really out of the norm, but... would you like a dance?”

    Leo choked on his beer so badly that Matsuri and a Banette had to pound his back. After he calmed down, he settled back on the stool, still coughing, and took calming breaths. “Thanks.” He muttered to both ‘mons.

    “You’re welcome.” The Banette replied. Leo was trying hard not to stare at the Unown that had somehow become the ghost type’s necklace. It blinked back.

    “A-anyway.” The Vaporeon turned his attention back to Matsuri, who was now looking at him in concern. “You said something about d-khf-ancing?”

    “Well, if you don’t mind.” She smiled brightly.

    Leo did not know what drove him into saying yes. He was quickly dragged over into the dance floor by the most beautiful Braixen he had seen in his life and was quickly engaged into a mysterious waltz with her. They twirled around, passing a tall and lanky Stunky with sharp, pinched features dancing with a rather muscly looking male Charmeleon with deep crimson scales. They had to avoid the fire type's abnormally large tail a couple of times, but perhaps it was her smile or something, but the Vaporeon was really enjoying the waltz. Though, his clumsy moves contrasted with Matsuri's gracefulness. Leo never really had the time to think why he had accepted in the first place, as he was now at the receiving end of an amused, yet inquisitive smile from Jim, who was leading the lively tunes with a Grovyle in a violin duet.

    Groaning inwardly, Leo realized that Jim would be pestering him with the most embarrassing questions for the next two weeks.

    But... he guessed that he could enjoy the moment. For now.

Of Sculptures, Games, and Dances
EDIT [20/10/2014]: Updated the cameo team links and their respective owners. NO CHANGES MADE TO THE STORY WHATSOEVER I SWEAR


Working on two stories with one of them as a collab, and trying to figure out which cameo would go into which is not fun. Buuuut I guess it's worth the work. Well, here it is, my personal Frosty Festivities entry. And please ignore the title. I have no more ideas. My imagination is spent. 

Anyway, you could say this is a continuation or a companion story to Frosty Festivities - Part 1, which is a collab between me and Senso... well, the first part only. The ending differs slightly from what I had planned, due to time constraints and my brain had other ideas, so yeah. 

Welp, hope you enjoy this silly little story of mine. Quarteon out.

NB: Apologies for those I did not manage to cameo at this contest. I simply couldn't find any space for them. And special thanks for Mytew for the help with the Italian terms. You are really great, buddy. XD


Stessa cosa = Same here / Likewise
Le Grandi Torri di Guardia = The Great Guardian Towers
Sì = Yes
Dei boni! = Good gods! 
Sei un maschio?! = You're a guy?!

NPC Cameos:

- Ambassador Ayami the Froslass © ChillySunDance  

- Cael the Honedge © Quarteon01 

- Nicolo and Alessandro de' Furnocci the Houndours © Quarteon01 

- Miles the Charmeleon © Quarteon01 

Cameos (in no particular order):

- Lapis the Shiny Noibat and Grayson the Zoroark, Solemn Vow © Setsuna-Senso

- Gray the Banette and Enigma the Unown, Eroteme © julioblah 

- Slick the Buizel, Briny Buccaneers © TheTravelinBuizel

- Zenneth the Lucario and Ven the Honedge, Truth Hunters
© SpeckulativeDust

- Mytew the Braixen and Hiro (with Orih) the Doublade, Might and Magic © Mytew

- Zachary the Frogadier and Drew the Togepi, Perfection of the Cards © JoseCelada & Numbuh1234

- Isaac the Grovyle, Animus © MuriArts

- Matsuri the Braixen, Icefire © cailas-moon

- Nan the Phantump and Comet the Frogadier, Wraith © DeathByGnome 

- Thomas the Stunky, Name © writercoda & UltimateSassMaster

Team Applications:

Scorch Recon


  • Mood: Euphoric
Anyone interested in collab or cameo for the Festival can put their teams  and what will they be doing in the comments below. Tell me if you're interested for collaborating or just a cameo. :)

EDIT: Thank you for all those who have submitted the teams. I won't be able to cameo them all though, sorry. I have some Deviants who will possibly have a collab in my mind. Once again, thanks!

    You jolt awake, groaning from the pounding headache that hammers the insides of your skull. It feels like your head is going to split into two. You moan as you slowly turn on your warm bed, trying to find the source of the blaring noise that had robbed you out of your sleep. Your whole body is aching. It hurts just to open your eyes, and everything seems to spin around. The insides of your mouth feel like sandpaper, and it feels like it is burning from inside out. The beeping noise from the alarm is like a blaring fog horn in your ears. A groan escapes your mouth as you tried to shake away the headache from your head. You don’t really want to open your eyes, but you suppose you must...

    ...Now where’s that gods-be-damned alarm?

    The first several things that you see are the stark red numbers on the clock. Your fist slams down on the snooze button right at the next second. You sigh at the ensuing quietness and groan at the soreness that ran down your arm. The pounding on your head worsens, and there is this vile taste in your mouth that you couldn't quite place. Blinking in the semi-darkness of your room, you lean over the bed to reach the glass of water that you had placed on the end table the night before. In a one big gulp, the water washes down your throat, along with the familiar bitter taste. You sigh.

    Last night, you suppose you never should have accepted Sullivan’s offer to hit the bar after the graduation ceremony. It’s not like you can deny your Persian comrade. After four years in the Fort Virtus Royal Academy –being with the alcohol ban and all– getting some beer seems like a good idea to relax, but… well... it doesn't seem to be a very good idea now. You had forgotten how bad a hangover can be...

    Groaning for the second time, you flop back onto the bed, feeling the soft mattress on your back. As you recall, your bunk in your dorm isn’t this soft, or large, or having two sets of thick pillows for that matter.

    So... where the hell are you?

    It took a while, but with a faint smile, you realize that you are back inside your own bedroom back at your home. Sighing, you lay back on your bed, trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of your own room. It was always a rowdy morning back at the Fort. You can't remember a single peaceful mornings during your days in the academy. It was always with the trumpet morning call or the general buzz of conversation in the 8 'mon room. You suppose the quietness is a good change... best get back to sleep before...Wait. You bolt right up (wincing from the pain that followed after). Something’s not quite right...

    You glance around, eyes falling on the clock once more. The glaring red numbers tell you that it was 5.35 in the morning. You blink. Is there something you should do? You rack your brain for answers, but you find nothing. It hurts just to think. Instead, you turn to the side of the room, where a set of sturdy looking uniform lay on the chair, along with a light grey duffle bag (ladden to the brim) on the side of the chair.

    You stare, than you blink very slowly as a horrible realization dawns upon you. You slowly turn towards the clock again, which now reads 5.37

    “Holy shi-damnit!” you bolt out of the bed and dashed rather dizzily towards the bathroom. Since the whole house has an automated system, the lights turned on once you entered the white tiled room, blinding you slightly.

    Hissing from the sudden light, you reached for the sink, feeling the cold water rushing through your paws on the next second. You quickly splashed it on your face, effectively drawing the webs of sleep away from your mind. Then, you quickly slip into the shower, pressing the ‘Quick Shower’ option from the waterproof panel to the side of the cubicle.

    A blast of cold, soapy water and dry hot wind later, you exited the bathroom, freshened up but woozy from the hangover. You stumble back into the bedroom and hastily don your uniform. Your paw fingers slipped on the upper button twice.

    “Damnit, I’m late!” You mutter to yourself as you managed to button and zip your uniform up. Looking into the nearby mirror, an agitated looking Vaporeon with bloodshot light brown eyes and short, spiky fins glared right back. You can see yourself wearing a crisp, double breasted, dark grey military dress-uniform with a series of silver colored diagonal stripes adorning the sleeves. A single diamond shaped badge with on your left side chest. The four pointed star engraved on the badge indicated your division -Medical Sciences.

    “Right.” You breathe, putting the dark grey cap on your head. “Now where-“

    “Good morning, sir. Would you like some painkillers for your hangover?”

    You nearly jump from the sudden sound that emitted from the bluish grey device that lay on the side table. You glanced to your left arm, noticing the lack of Gear on it. Cursing softly for your forgetful mind, you took the gauntlet-like device and strapped it to your arm.

    “You are late for the first train, sir.” Said the voice again as a holo-display pops up from the rectangular screen, displaying a Jolteon in a form fitting white and grey suit with bluish-white trims that seemed to pulse with energy.  A pair of green tinted comm-goggles has been propped on his neatly styled, spiky hair.

    “I recommend taking the 06.15 Express Flash-Line, sir.” It said again in its distinctive, crisp Brethonian accent.

    “Proton...” you growled, addressing the AI Navi. “Why didn’t the alarm go off at the time I’ve set it?”

    Proton blinked, several times. As if he thought the answer was obvious enough.  “You were drunk, sir.” He said slowly. “I’ve taken the liberty to set the alarm to go off thirty minutes later as I calculated that you would have a severe hangover from the amount of alcohol you consume last night.”

    A growl escapes your throat. “Next time, notify me when you've change the settings! Now be quiet.” You flipped the Gear’s display down, effectively shutting off the hologram projection and headed downstairs. The door slammed shut behind you.

    “Notified, sir. Would you like me to book the tickets for the 06.15 Line?” The display screen slid open by itself and Proton’s holographic form popped out again.

    A wave of frustration hits you. Your AI doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes. “That would be helpful thanks. Now shut up.” You close the display for the second time and stomps downstairs, dragging the duffle bag behind you while muttering less than impressive things about your AI Navi.

    The AI Navi system, which was introduced several decades ago, along with the invention of the Gear gadgets by AethelCorps were a huge milestone in technology development. The Cross-Gear (or more commonly known as Gear) is basically a super computer with the ability to do almost anything: phone calls, mails, internet, digital transactions, digital storage, GPS, TV, Radio… you even can use it to repair busted machines, book tickets, and many other things by a simple command through a simple string of commands. Almost everyone had the Cross-Gear nowadays. You couldn’t think how you can live without the device.

    The AethelCorps didn’t stop there, however. With demands rising throughout the world after the commercial success of the Cross-Gear, the company then released they released three new versions of the Gear, which are called the iX-Gear, nX-Gear (a business-oriented line of the X-Gear) and the rX-Gear, of which the latter is strapped on your arm.  

    The rX-Gear is basically a super X-Gear equipped with integrated extensive radar and scanning capabilities (which allows for efficient streaming of vast amounts of battlefield information), enhanced comm. systems, a nano-processor with hypercomputation abilities, as well as the newly developed sonic technology and the ability to fully integrate with the systems of the latest Tactical Combat Armor units. And, as an added bonus, it had a holographic air-display instead of the curved flat screen found on the regular Gears, and an Artificial Intelligence Personal Navigator program. It’s like having your own personal assistant anywhere you go. It was reserved only for the Royal Federation officers and troopers, given to them at the time they graduated the academy. You can already see how it outshines the regular iX and nX versions.

    You are lucky to have the rX-Gear, though you can’t say the same for your AI Navi. When you first activated its program two days ago, you had a sinking feeling that you and your Navi wouldn’t get along very well. Although you knew how AI Navis weren’t programmed with complex personality code, it would seem that Proton (PROTON-XA20.EXE) was specifically programmed to annoy you. If you recalled correctly, his first words after the obligatory introductions are: “Are you a nurse?”

    Freaking unbelievable.

    It took hours to get Proton understand the difference between a Junior Medical Officer and a Nurse.

    Exhaling loudly, you entered the kitchen, intending to have a quick breakfast before you beam over to the station. The lights switch on by themselves, which is no surprise as everything in the house is fully operated by the central computer. Well, perhaps not the curtains and the antique, fully functional fireplace in your living room.

    With your head still swimming around, you took the seat by the counter, and came face to face with a male Flareon, clad in a pair of boxers and army green tank top. You jolt slightly in surprise. He had made himself comfortable on the kitchen counter, with a steaming cup of coffee on his paws. He flashes a grin at your way as he takes in at your uniformed state.

    “Aidan? What?” you blinked at your brother.

    Aidan raises his cup as if to say ‘Cheers’. “Mornin’ big bro. Lookin’ good at that.”

    “What are you doing up so early?” you said in incredulity. “And what the heck are you doing here? I thought you were still at Fort Spes. When did you come here?”

    Aidan grins before sipping his coffee. “Everyone got several days off for the graduation, remember? Don’t tell me you’re getting senile, Leo.” He chuckled. “I arrived last night. You won’t remember since you’re drunk as hell.” He added, sniggering. “I didn’t know you had a talent of singing so well.” He teased.

    “Shut it.” You snapped in annoyance. Turning to the food replicator right on the wall next to the counter, you choose ‘Breakfast’, then ‘Tea’, and ‘Toast’.

    “And aren’t you a little late for your appointed train?” your Flareon brother raised an eyebrow.

    You flash him your Gear. “Blame my AI Navi for that.”

    “Deepest apologies, sir.” Proton’s voice answers you, popping out into his holographic form. Again. “But I’ve booked the tickets to Ridgekelt Base Station. Would you like to book a seat as well, sir?” he turned to the Flareon.

    “That would be nice, yeah.” He nodded, admiring your sleek and streamlined Gear. You question your brother’s intentions, but you let it slide. 

    As a cadet in training, Aidan doesn’t have the rX version of the Gears yet. He will, after his graduation at Fort Spes and accepted at the Royal Federation Special Operations Unit. Unlike you, who opted the academic path, your brother had chosen the direct path to be trained as a Royal Fleet officer directly by attending the Boot Camp at Fort Spes, several hundred miles off your town; City of Couston. So, his bulky iX won’t be replaced by the sleek rX anytime soon. You can’t help but fell slightly satisfied to have an AI Navi while Aidan didn’t.

    Your thoughts are interrupted as the food replicator off with a pleasant ‘ding!’ The hatch under the control screen opened and come out a tray of buttered toast and a mug of warm tea.  

    “So, you will take the Express Flash-Line?” Aidan inquires as you munch on your food.

    “Yes. Why?”

    The Flareon drinks the rest of his coffee and checks his Gear. “It’s now 5. 50.”

    “So?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what your brother is trying to imply.

    There is a moment before Aidan speaks again. “Our transporter’s broken.”

    “Oh, I see-WHAT?” You nearly spit your tea out. “W-what?” you choke.

    “You hear me.” Aidan shrugs. “It’s been faulty for years. It’s only time before that old thing breaks down.” He nods to the small alcove on the corner of the living room, which sports a large circular pad which could fit four adult ‘mons and a control panel mounted on the side. “It sizzled out just as I beamed in. I got some connection problems back at the Fort too. Tried to fix it, but the interface said that the systems are not compatible.” He sighed. “Tough luck.” 

    You stare at the Transporter set. The system’s been there as long as you know. It’s probably over than 20 years old by now. You sigh, trying to drown the building panic inside you as the implications dawns upon you.

    “Proton, are there any trains within 15 minute range?” you ask. There is a slight pleading and hope in your tone. 

    There was a pause as the Jolteon AI does his job. “Apologies, sir, but the next Express Line is at 6.30.”

    “Damn...” you mutter beneath your breath. The regular Flash-Line won’t be fast enough, and your appointed squadron will be boarding towards Air Base Nine at 0630 hours, just enough time if you take the 16.15 Express-Line.

    “Well... there is another way.” Aidan said slowly as he folds his arms. You look at him curiously. A grin slowly formed on his strong features.  Then, you can feel your eyes widening as you hear his next statement.

    “I’ll drive you there.” 

Fall of Aetherium - 1
A completely remade Chapter 1 of Legion IX, with a new title.

Now I'm sure that everyone had noticed the tenses that I used in this. Since this whole story will be using second person point of view, I thought I'd try the present tense that was used in some interactive stories I found. I think it should give the 'being with the character' feel. Hopefully. 

Well, here's some explanation. This story takes place about 400 years in the future of the current PMDU timeline. The Leo you read is the same Leo that teamed up with Jim Holford, only younger. A lot younger. Confused? Consult my Explorers Team's apps. And a few warning. There will be some extensive world building in future chapters, some are based on real world locations and such. 

Anyway, this is also my first attempt on military science-fiction, so forgive me if there are some weird parts in future chapters. Well, enjoy! Tell me what you think. 

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Bullet; Red For each of the 10 first people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list (both writers and artists are welcome, but I'll try to limit the entries, balance things out)

Bullet; Blue If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!

1) :iconsetsuna-senso:  Temperate Maelstrom: Hallowed ShadowsExhaling a soft and content breath, Xiao Fon opened his eyes before he directed his gaze skyward: the sun had yet to reach its peak position, clouds were scarce and the multitude of Flying-type Pokémon that was so often dot the sky was quite lacking. To the Frogadier, the sky looked like an empty, blue-inked parchment. A gentle breeze blew by as the blades of grass below swayed upon its light touch. A rueful smile flickered on his face.
“If only we Pokémon could learn to fully appreciate what the deities have given us,” he lamented. The arrival of the Iaponese Ambassador came as a surprise to Xiao Fon, and served to spark the memories he had of his homeland. His mind was coloured with vivid images of paddy fields and cherry blossoms, both of which were practically non-existent in Andalusst. A chuckle passed through his lips when he recalled crying at the death of his clan’s cheery blossom trees planted around the clan compound. Inevitably, recollections of t
   The Two LordsXiao Shandian stood silently in the shower cubicle, a webbed hand pressed against the fogged-up glass wall as he let the hot water cascade down his body. He paid little mind to the blood being washed down the drain; instead he focused his thoughts on everything that had happened in the last few weeks. His heart ached when he recalled the number of lives slain by his hand, the many children rendered orphans because of him. Gritting his teeth and shaking his head, he banished those images and slammed a fist against the wall.
“It’s all for the sake of ensuring this hard-earned peace shall never be compromised,” he reminded himself. “Everything I do is for the greater good, to secure a future for Fon.” He smiled wryly at the irony: he had wanted to become a hero and save everyone from despair, yet he ended up becoming the exact antithesis of what he aspired to be, nothing but a sinner who was all but willing to kill the few to save the many. If not for his you
  Vague Motivations*TING-TING-TING*
Sid stopped polishing the Water Stone in his paws as the chime of a bell made the Shiny Zangoose prick his ears up. He raised his field of vision and directed his eyes towards the entrance of the shop, immediately catching sight of a familiar Quilava. The stoat locked gazes with Sid, and ignored the enthusiastic greeting from the proprietor of the establishment in favour of making his way over to the latter.
“Yare yare, what a sight this is,” the Shiny Zangoose drawled mirthfully as the Quilava settled down on the couch opposite him in the VIP room situated in the northwestern corner of the shop. “I thought you’d leave all the field work to that assistant of yours, Professor.”
Ryoma snickered in response, brushing a paw along the fringe partially covering his right eye. “I admit that I possess a low opinion on legwork, but I wouldn’t really want to give you the impression that I’m completely

    Well, how do I say this... he's my first ever friend in DA (and now my best friend). We met in PMDUnity , when Senso (then Tendou555) was looking for some cameos for his M1. His hunters team, Unchained Hearts, really caught my eye, and his writing style is really addicting. Well, I didn't really expect to strike up a conversation with Senso right after I commented, and we end up overloading the comments section. XD Well, we soon became fast friends, often chatting and discussing our characters and the group in general... oh, and we RP often. Too often I guess, but I'm not complaining. :D 

2) :iconjosecelada:  The anchor that sinks meI was told they was there for me
But I feel they drags me to the bottom of the sea
What they is resembles more an anchor
And only brings me anger
I’m bound to they by life, I was told
My life by they is controlled
I don’t want to sink along them
That’s the problem
Of them I want to get rid
And undo all things that to my life they did
   PMDU: StargazingThe night sky had a deep blue and stars shined along with the moon. The city was quiet and the atmosphere was relaxing. The night was perfect for admiring the natural beauty of the universe. 
At a night like this, a Frogadier stared into the sky. He came from a town inside the mysterious fog surrounding Andalusst City, because of that he had never seen any moon, stars or sky.  
The Frogadier decided to jump to a rooftop and see the stars from a higher place. With his innate climbing and jumping abilities, it was piece of cake. When he was at the top of the nearest rooftop, he resumed his stargazing. "What a beautiful thing this is," he said to himself, referring to the sky. "I wish I could have looked at this thing before."
The Frogadier kept admiring the sky. He thought about how beautiful it was. The night had no clouds covering anything, the moon was full and the stars were shining with a really beautiful light that night. He sat on the cold roof tiles and settled his sigh
   Illusion, Magic, Science and Evolution (Chapter 1)What is this weird thing I'm feeling on top of me? Is it someone? Why is it on top of my chest? What is around my neck? What's this thing besides my head feels like another head? I open my eyes slowly. Alice is there hugging me. "Alice..." I see her blue eyes about to burst into tears. She's watching me directly into my eyes. "...what are you doing? Why are you crying?" I notice the tears she dropped on my pure-white chest fur.
"I woke up early today..." she started. "When you sleep it looks like you're dead. I got near to check if you were still breathing." She was blushing heavily and trying to hide her face under an illusion. Alice was showing her feelings. Every time she does this, I feel terrible for her. The only times she shows them is when she has strong feelings she is incapable of controlling.
I hug her back. "Sorry for worrying you," I whisper in her ear. Alice pushes me away and returns to her usual indifferent expression. Then, she hops off my bed. She picks up her black h

    A fellow writer that had recently added me into his watch list. His works are interesting enough, perhaps needed a bit of polishing, but they are still enjoyable. Looking forward for more of his work. 











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I'm a writer, but I also occasionally draw and sketch things, but I lacked the hardware and software to upload it here. My scanner is not good enough, and I only have my laptop and my mouse at disposal so.... I stick to writing.

Anyway, I have joined DeviantArt for 2 years. I've never been active until I joined PMDUnity. It sparked my interest seeing all these good writers there. I'm mostly in, but I got into a long writers block so... yeah. The group I joined really helped to lift my block somewhat.

I'm still learning in my writing. I have grammar issues, jumping at tenses occasionally. But I'm slowly correcting the habit. I might go and write a book someday. I have some random, but good ideas jumping around my head. Who knows?

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Mutitus Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Professional Writer
I'm glad that you enjoyed my report on the Tower of Mastery.
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Good to know. Your reports are always fun to read. :D
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Thank you very much. :)
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Thanks for the watch, Quarteon! Much appreciated. :)
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Thanks very much for the favs! :D It's not often people like both the drawn AND written app for that team!
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Thank you for the favorite. I hope you enjoy my writing style.
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