ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

-decides to go to the pokemon center and go to bed-

-The Every finds Nylon- Hey Nylon.

-The Nylon Turns around from fixing a cracked paTch of wall- <Oh, hello Trainer.>

Can you do me a favor?

Nylon: <Sure.>

-The Every poinTs To The unconscious Zoroark- Can you restrain her? I'd like to ask her a few questions, and I don't want her escaping.

Nylon: <Got it!> -The Nylon quickly encases The Zoroark in silk-

Thanks. If she wakes up, come find me. I'll be somewhere in Nimbasa; you'll likely see one of my Pokemon first though. They'll know where I am.

Nylon: <Okay!> -The Nylon reTurns to fixing cracks, now keeping an eye on The Zoroark-

-The Every leaves-

Back in Undella

-A 19 year old boy is seen playing with his Pokemon on the shore. The Eelektross dicides to Take a rest and sits over by some bushes-

{Yaminokame}: {Pssst!}

-The Eelektross looks around-

Eelektross: Wha..who... Who said that?

^Cuddlekins^: ^Over here!^

-The Eelektross looks through the bushes and sees a Frosslass and a Houndoom-

Eelektross: Who are you?

{Yaminokame}: {We are two of the Pokemon owned by Sol...}

Eelecktross: Sol? You mean that really nice young lady who gave us nice a place to stay after fighting off resistance forces non-stop? Why I-

^Cuddlekins^: ^We came here to warn you about her! She invited your master to come over to her mansion for a "party" correct?^

Eelecktross: Why yes we ha-

{Yaminokame}: {That is not going to be a civil tea party! She's going to force your trainer to make a life or death decision!}

^Cuddlekins^: ^She's going to either force your Master to join Liepard and Scolipede, or she'll kill him!^

{Yaminokame}: {We are telling you the truth!}

-The Eelecktross stares blankly at the two of them, before bursting out in laughter-

Eelektross: Bwahaha! That's a good story you go going there! You make your trainer sound like a First Class criminal! Ahahaha! I mean seriously, that sweet, kind young girl being a murder? Oh that slaps me on the knee! (If I had one).

-Yami and Cuddlekins exchange a "They're never gonna believe us" look at eachother, before looking back at the Eelektross-

^Cuddlekins^: ^Don't say we didn't warn you...^

-Cuddlekins and Yaminokame leave the laughing Eelektross behind and head back to the mansion. It's his funeral after all-

edited 1st Aug '11 8:53:10 PM by PippingFool

-Is staying quiet-

Sure I have Tracer and Wolf, though the latter isn't with me right now, but I miss the others...Fool especially. I hope she's okay.

-Puts his hands in his pockets-

She probably doesn't even remember me, thanks to Cyrus...and that fucker.

-Drake eventually makes it to the small pile of metal near the entrance-

Drake: -Looks at the metal- <Most of this scrap will make good supports, lots of aluminium in here I could expand the tower with.> -Looks over at the pile of gold off to the side, it is quite larger- <It never ceases to confound me why you bring so much of this back with you. It is far too soft for supports.>

A member of the shinefinders: <But it is very resistant to the rain. It even resists the foul liquid that some of our hunts spit.> -Glances over at the elder, who is fiddling with a gold chain- <As one of the leaders, is there any trinkets in here you want?>

Drake: -Rummages in the pile, pulls out anything with a jewels on it as well as a few ornately-carved peices- <This will do. The rest can go to plate the supports in the leaky-places.> -Walks off-

Altair: -Landing on Drake's shoulder- <So what's that you've got?>

Drake: <Crystals. And some interesting texts on these ones.> -Is trying to read the carvings on a gold plate- <I think I might use the cupboards on the 7th floor for these ones.>

-Drake heads back upstairs-

-Yaminokame and Cuddlekins return back to the mansion and head to the Lounge Room, where Elvis is teaching Antonio about Depth Deception by holding up two model Swellows-

[Elvis]: [Now look 'ere Antonio. These Swellows are very small, those Swellow are far away! Smaaaalll. Faaar Awaaaay!]

-Antonio shakes his head in disbelif, with a stupid grin on his face-

[Elvis]: [I'm never gonna get anywhere with you...]

-Is floating around as an Atral Projection in his dream.

Not to self: Chain down soul to body when I sleep.

-I am dragged by a mysterious force toward's Tracer's house, and can see right through the walls at the people inside.

....There are, what, the 15 and 16th people I've seen that invoke this deja-vu? Maybe I can contact them.

[Hey.....you......tall guy...

-Returns to house with Tagg-

"... I guess we should try and figure out what it is that we're doing tomorrow..."

-Opens the door and enters-

<Zoe: "Hey, everyone! Did you all have a good time?">

<Mike: "Oh hey! Feels like you guys had fu-">

-Notices serious expressions on entire group-

<Mike: "Note to self, don't try and judge feelings without seeing body language...">

<Pascal: "... Hey man... What's wrong?">

<Kyle: "Uh... It's Nadia, right? What happened?">

<Nadia: "... It's a really long story...">

<Toothless: "... Yeah, this could take a while...">

<Nathan: "You guys all look like someone died...">

<Aloysius: "The other Marowak didn't get into trouble again, did she?">

<Kit: "She did... But that's not the problem...">

<Zoe: "... Then what is?">

-Meanwhile, among the resistance within Pinwheel Forest-

Garbodor: <Oh, it is no use! We are all doomed to a long, drawn-out demise! The cogs of fate have spun, spun, spun, and won't stop spinning until everyone has been caught amongst its spinning, grinding knobs, reduced to a fine powder of ceaseless suffering and a foregone death!>

-He makes a dramatic gesture, some candy wrappers and sludge glops falling from his form-

Panpour: <Um... why?>

Garbodor: <Don't you see?! This resistance is a lost cause!!! There is no way a miniscule, ragtag group could possibly stand strong against a force of immesurable power such that we face! Not without... the Hero of Hope!>

-The Garbodor reaches into his body and pulls out a surprisingly clean and surprisingly large statue of an Escavalier, one lance pointed up and foward and the other at his side-

Garbodor: <O great Hero of Hope! Slayer of the Demons, Master of the Lance, Harbinger of the Sunrise! Why must you have left us? Slain in combat, never to rise again. Leaving us behind in this pit of despair for a better place! Failing to bring the sun up with you! But alas, fate cannot be defeated. It is too cunning and too powerful a foe for even the shattered Hero of Hope...>

-The Panpour looks on with a mix of gloom and confusion-

[He's not responding. You there! With the quotation marks! Can you hear me?]

-Hears Tracer-

Yeah, maybe we should...

-Notices the Astral Projection-

Gamer? You look...different.

edited 1st Aug '11 9:17:46 PM by rmctagg09

[WHY IS EVERYONE CALLING ME GAMER? AUGH!]

[I don't why, but my spirit seperated itself from my body....yet again.So, I take it you are one of those people who cause a sense of deja-vu whenever I see them.]

-Check.-

[Yup. The feeling's still there. So, who are you? What the hell's going on?]

-To Tagg-

"... Gamer? What are you talking about, Dr. Tagg? There's no one else here!"

<Mike: 'Yeah. It's just us and your Pokemon!'>

<Jodie: "Ah, madness. The best state of mind to be in...">

<Toothless: "... Something's wrong with her... Really wrong with her...">

edited 1st Aug '11 9:21:07 PM by TracerBullet

Back in Pinwheel

<Michelle>: <Oh it's that delusional Garbodor again... Old tales of greatness have gotten through his head...>

-Michelle looks back at her map, before pondering-

<Michelle>: <Yes, Liepard and Scolipede's forces are strong, but they are not undefeatable. In fact, I have the sneaking suspiscion that they're gonna screw themeselves over in the end>

edited 1st Aug '11 9:48:45 PM by PippingFool

-To Tracer-

Huh, what do you mean Tracer? Gamer's right here in front of us.

-My hands passes through him-

It's obviously some sort of astral projection, so I'm assuming that in this reality you have a better understanding of your powers.

Vanilluxe: <I don't see anything.>

Helios: <I can, Gamer's right here.>

Anyway, Joshua (since obviously you don't have your memories back like Tracer here), I'm Tagg, and what do you need to know? Also, what other people are you talking about?

edited 1st Aug '11 9:30:35 PM by rmctagg09

-Snorts.

[A better understanding? Please. I can create fireballs, Lightning Bolts, Ice Beams....I think that's better than just "a better understanding". I've been honing my powers for five years nonstop: I'm better than some snivelring little kid who can't do more than just bending a spoon.]

[Can you explain all of this deja vu with strangers, Mr.......Tagg? Like those people named Every and Star Wait, Tagg? As in that children's game? Who names their kids that? What, do you have a sister named Ducklett Ducklett Zangoose?]

edited 1st Aug '11 9:34:01 PM by gamerex27

-Produces medical equipment and asks the Nidorina to gather the kits around in small groups to begin making blood and poison examinations. The Nidorina rely the orders to the mob, who reply by deciding that this is a good moment to play tag (not Tagg, who the heck would name a person that?)-

edited 1st Aug '11 9:39:57 PM by SilentReverence

-To Tagg-

<Nadia: "... Wait, what are you talking about, Tagg?">

<Vlad: "Yeah, there's nobody here aside from us!">

<Vesta: "... Are you okay, Tagg?">

<Iron Marrow: "He's seeing things...">

-Sneaks up on Mike and notices zipper on back of Jodie-

-Begins to carefully unzip Jodie-

<Kit: "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!">

<Iron Marrow: "Seeing what's in here, rube. What else?">

<Jodie: "MIKE!">

<Mike: "Huh?! What's-">

-Notices Iron Marrow pulling on Jodie's zipper-

<Mike: "YOU!">

-Attempts to yank Jodie away, but causes Iron Marrow to finish unzipping in the process-

-A battered iPhokex clatters to the floor, playing this on full blast-

<Iron Marrow: "GAH! WHAT IS THIS VILE MONSTROSITY?!">

-Prepares to smash the iPhokex, still blaring the peculiar tune-

<Mike: "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!">

-Forcibly restrains Iron Marrow-

<Iron Marrow: "Let go, rube!">

<Kit: "Don't pick a fight! It won't end well, I'm telling you!">

<Kyle: "Oh no... That stupid thing fell out of that doll again...">

edited 1st Aug '11 10:18:01 PM by TracerBullet

Well, Tagg isn't my real name, and most of us use code names anyway, but that's besides the point. I'd assume those deja vu feelings are due to you subconsciously remembering the original timeline upon seeing people you knew from then, but without the proper trigger you still haven't gotten your memories back. On another note, can you teach me how to do something like that with my Aura powers?

So I've got Gamer, Every, and Star now. That's good.

-Looks over at Jodie-

An iPhokex? It's alive like mine!

edited 1st Aug '11 9:45:21 PM by rmctagg09

[Let Me Get This Straight.... You're from an alternate timeline-no, we all are, we've all lost our memories due to some temporal rift, and I'm not suposed to be this powerful? I....suppose the alternate timeline thing would make it all make sense.]

-All of a sudden, the memories come flooding back.-

.................................................................................

.....You want your old friend back. That much I can tell. Even though I now remember....everything Gamer went through, that's just it. I'm not Gamer, I'm Joshua. Him and I are two totally different people, developed by different experiences. I'm sorry. I know you, but the person you know as Gamer does not exist.

But I will still do everything I can to stop Cyrus, destroy those tyrants, and-who knows- find a way to get Gamer back.

-Hearing Tagg-

"What's- Oh no..."

<Jodie: "HOW DARE YOU, YOU WORTHLESS HAG?!">

-Changes music to this-

-Recoils-

<Iron Marrow: "ACK!">

-Picking up Jodie and putting her back into the doll, the music still coming out loud enough to hear through the doll-

-To Iron Marrow-

<Mike: "LEAVE HER ALONE!">

<Nadia: "... He talks to a music player?">

<Kyle: "He does... I just hope that it shuts up soon...">

edited 1st Aug '11 9:54:48 PM by TracerBullet

I'll take what I can get Joshua. I wonder why it is that only Helios and I can see you, but I think it might be because you're projecting from far away. Where are you anyway?

-To Tracer-

Obviously mine is more...stable than yours.

[Nimbasa Kity]

Remember, Gamer has a Phonetic Accent in the AU.

I think the entire AU! Gamer personality will be an interesting addition to the trope page. Maybe in the morning?

-A mail Wingull taps at one of the Mansion windows-

<Wingull>: <'Ello! 'Ello! You got mail!>

-Napoleon opens the window-

<Napoleon>: <Mail to who, dilivery brid?>

<Wingull>: <Mail for Sol of course! I flew all the way over from a flooded Hoenn to deliver this mail from her parents!>

<Napoleon>: <Oh, I see. Well, I'll make sure she gets it. Thank you little bird>

<Wingull>: <My pleasure!>

-The Wingull flies away. When the bird is out of sight, Napoleon opens the envelope and reads the message inside-

<Napoleon>: <Aww, how sweet. Sol's parents sent her a message saying that they're alive and well and wondering how she's doing in Unova and wondering when she will reply back. Sol really cares about her parents and would change her ways if she knew they were alive...>

-Napoleon chuckles-

<Napoleon>: <I better do to this letter what I did to all the others over the last two years..>

-Napoleon ignites the letter in his hand and blows the ashes out into the wind.-

edited 1st Aug '11 11:18:41 PM by PippingFool