Overture to Colossus - I... started a cycle... the Twelve... awakened... Guardians arise... when brothers wage war... ancient shadow unbound... the Spirits be with you...Nine gifted...who desired power...Don’t you see now?! You are one of the Nine...subjected to MY power!
TO RULE THEM ALL!
The Chimchar gave a start and gasped out, eyes shot wide open while his arms flailed in panic when he realized that he couldn't breathe properly. Something was binding his whole body like a cocoon! As he tried to free himself from whatever was warping him, he didn't see the incoming blade that was aimed at his head.
And thus received a bonk on the top of head, startling him to silence.
“Quiet... I’m trying to sleep here.”
In an instant, the warping around his body loosened. The voice sounded familiar, but there was nothing near him except for a longsword which
Errand #11 - Ghostly Attendance Derek weighed his options.
First, he could decline and spin out a lie on how he and Cael had some training to do. The only problem is, the Honedge would happily agree and make the lie into a reality… oh, and Darius would see through his lie of course. That Blaziken had a really unnerving ability to pass through every sort of falsifications and deceptions. The proof lies from the number of ‘honest’ salesmons that had either received a face full of the front door or a solid kick on their posterior.
Second, he could just duck out and sneak away when Ardor tried to find him. Then again, the Quilava was an excellent tracker so playing hide and seek wouldn’t be a good idea.
Third… he could just suck it up and go. Visiting a creepy Stonehenge-like structure in the middle of the night with a lot of ghostly activities around sounds like a piece of cake, right?
Zanker Haus - Part 2 Ramzi’s Tavern and Grill was packed with every sorts of Pokémon when Ardor arrived. A long line had snaked from the restaurant’s entrance and into the street. He had to crane his neck to search for the elusive and incredibly annoying Dewott within the crowd. To his irritation, he failed to discern the Water-type’s location and had thought that the Dewott was simply pulling a prank on him—a thought that occupied his mind for the past five hours.
Those five hours which he had used to track down the aforementioned Dewott to no avail.
He supposed that Fennec's unique white hair would make him easier to spot, but apparently, he had vanished from the face of Parai. Ardor, who took pride in his tracking skills, was left irritated when he was unable to even spot a nick of the blue furred otter.
“Can I help you, sir?”
Ardor's thoughts w