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Laguna had to jump back to avoid being dropped down through the sand as the dunes ripped apart. The landscape itself was changing and unpredictable just like their minds.

And yet, there was some kind of beauty in that. She watched in awe, seeing the Ultra Beast made of wires suddenly dance. Wires and roots intertwined, becoming something more. A communication between two alien beings, a world of unseen thoughts, connection. It was unspoken, but she could have swore that she saw the flames of the thrusters die down. Perhaps there never had been any aggression to begin with. Maybe it expected it?

Pokémon were smart enough to know that Trainers often just challenged them to a fight, and captured them. Surely an Ultra Beast was aware as well? Maybe they just processed the thoughts differently?

Regardless, Laguna swiftly moved to pick up her Snom, twirling in one spot as she held them delicately in her hands. A sudden musical jingle echoed in the air, her Partner's theme. Soft, melodic notes filled the air. It was a soft, slow dance, her feet stepping across the sands, dancing and twirling as she cradled the bug in her arms.

"See? What have I told you? Friendship is the right path forwards."

Snom's mouth couldn't really smile, but there was no shortage of joy in their voice. "As if I doubted you!"

Sure enough, it seemed the Celesteela's head was slowly shifting back and forth, whether it was just watching all that was going on with interest, or potentially even enjoying the scene, the music, or anything else? It was hard to guess. But it was working, and that was all that mattered.

She immediately winced as her word seemingly woke the slumbering beast. A bamboo-like monolith of steel and energy, power enough to rocket towards the sky and the moon beyond.

This was a bit much for just her and her Snom to handle.

"Woah, woah!" She skidded to a halt, debating internally for a brief second. There unfortunately, wasn't going to be much ability to calm them down when they didn't understand English, nor... Spanish? Italian? For that matter. She wasn't the greatest at recognizing other languages, if it wasn't French.

"Coming!" Laguna shouted, dashing forwards as she swiftly pulled a small wand off her hips.

"Do we have to fight?" The Snom began, blinking softly as they nervously summoned their will.

"Normally, I'd say no. But they won't understand us... We can try. Follow my lead." She waved her Wand of the Winds in the air, a sparkling fairy light glimmering in her palms brightly. Waving her arm back and forth, furiously trying to get its attention, even as roots seemed to be slowly ripping up from the ground, disrupting dust and sand everywhere.

"Hey! You! Over here! Leave them alone!" She'd fight to defend herself and others without a single hesitation, and yet she was viewing these confrontations with the Ultra Beasts in such a different light after everything else that had happened.

And sure enough, the Celesteela's head turned, although perhaps it was only distracted by the light and nothing more.

A leap down into darkness eventually illuminated an old break room. A shame she didn't really have the time to to investigate it in detail currently. Flames tickled her skin, and she had to keep dashing forwards to avoid the swarm of Ultra Beasts on her tale.

"Where are we going, Mama?" Glacia suddenly asked, swinging back and forth in Mr. Business's arms. "Do you know the way out?"

"I climbed in a window! Not the ground floor! We're gonna have to find, or make our own exit!" She called back, kicking down a table in her way as they leaped out into the hall.

Darkness consumed them and traversing in the dark was difficult with so many people all rushing as fast as they could. Fire illuminated the path with her Sunsteel Strike, but only immediately around her. She couldn't see too far ahead, piercing the darkness seemed to be a tougher task than she could expect.

And yet, she couldn't help but overhear everyone else as they ran.

They were taking Pokemon.

Her heart skipped a beat inside her chest in panic. They had to leave. Now.

As soon as Laguna saw the underwater path, illuminated by EXIT lights, she was swift to turn around to ask Mr. Business how long he could hold his breath, when she saw him peeking his head around the other doorway.

"Business! We gotta go! Can you-"

"Wait, wait. This room is interesting. They kept important papers here. I can tell."

"How can you tell?" Laguna asked, a bit dumbfounded. But she wasn't about to distrust her Pokemon. They were here looking for information and anything potentially useful, after all. If they could somehow still make it out with something, maybe it would be worth it.

"The organization! Trust the business instinct! Quickly now, they could be here any second!"

The three of them swiftly adjusted course, dashing THROUGH the ruined cubicles. The blinking lights of sleeping electronics like stars, flickering in the darkness as papers ruffled around.

"Oh, if I had time to get these old Personal Computers a good shake awake," Mr. Business relented as he ran alongside, holding Glacia ever still. "A little elbow grease, attach a printer, and we'd be in a smorgasbord of data."

"Sadly, gonna have to wait till next time Business!" Laguna jumped over one cubicle to the next, rather than attempting to dash around them. However, Business seemed to pause. His well trained eye for official documents catching something in a small, manilla envolope He quickly grabbed the letter in one hand before jumping over the cubicle as if he was climbing invisible stairs.

"Got something!"

"No time-"

"Right! No time to stop. I'll read it aloud. Multitasking is a valuable skill in business." He'd clear his throat, beginning to read out. His voice monotone, as if he's reading a presentation to a boardroom of dedicated employees, instead of a group of desperately running players and Pokémon running for their very lives from alien beasts that threatened to abduct them.

"Nine Thirty-Eight, Twelve Oh-One. X X X X. Urgent Memo." Another throat clearing, ducking beneath a series of stacked decks to climb between a few more ruined cubicles, following his trainer's flaming trail.

"For internal circulation only. It has come to management attention that a number of Environmental irregularities are causing significant distress among the office staff- Yeah, no kidding."

"Ahem. Due to the irregular circumstances, the Pokémon League has issued a Stay at Home order, effective immediately. Please return to your homes and continue work from there- Woah!" He swiftly jumped over a very obvious tripping hazard. The fatal half-inch of debris, could have been deadly!

"-And be prepared to evacuate if necessary. The current recommended evacuation route is via Liberty Pier to the South. We appreciate your continued efforts, blah blah." His monotone voice swiftly faded, filled with his normal upbeat tone. "The rest is corporate speech. Let's boogie and get out of here!"

Player Subclasses:
Pokemon 1: Bergmite
Pokemon 2: Mr. Mime

Lightning shatters the pitch black night sky as glass fractures to pieces. Thunder echoes within the mind as though it could deafen thoughts. Rain fills the void just as knowledge pours freely from the mind.

The Eyes witness all. Their presence a weight upon the soul, dragging it down, down, down, down, down.

It is unnatural like anything else, alien unlike any alien witnessed. And it seems, The Empty has finally decided that too much has been Witnessed. Defined. Identified. There is no method to the madness, no madness to the method.

It simply is.

Those who remain find their actions Slowed, Stalled, Hindered. The pounding of their heart beating to a beat unfamiliar to their own. Jerks, Bumps, and Steps taken all on their own as though commanded by the quietly growing darkness.

Danger. The Empty wants in. It wants in. It wants in.

One soul can not dream to quell it all on its own.

All that is Known about The Empty shall become Consumed.

Seaweed stretches in the darkness unseen, growing where it is not Wanted, not Desired, not Wished. Like reaching tendrils for a being that does not exist, but always has. It creeps forth, gripping at all that moves. Catching onto limbs, attempting to drag ones down into the deep.

To be like all the Rest. The ones who Lost. The ones who Sank. The ones who Changed.

Eyes upon surfaces watch, as condensation forms upon them. Like tears, the salt drips below. Drip. Drip. Drip. Like a flood, threatening to drown what remains, to quell the threat of existence.

And yet, Pearls seem to shimmer in the darkness as the tears of the Eyes contact them. Her Eyes shimmer with a glory that Blinds, Deafens, and Mutes the others. Like a brilliant gleaming glow, like multitudes of souls burning brightly upon the finality of their existence, like two great powers at war with one another.

Never Ceasing. Never Ending. Never Finishing.

All within the town witness impossibly glowing bright lights from one particular abode, where Cardinal Glace and Celeste currently shelter. This home, filled with books upon books upon books, a bastion of Knowledge, Information, Facts. The last safe haven before the rest is Consumed by the Empty. And yet, travel to the safe haven would prove Risky, Dangerous, and Deadly. The Empty has become present, and it would be easy to Slip, Slide, and Fall right into the abyss.

As the world Changes, Mutates, Shifts into something new, something horrific, something unknown, sudden text reveals itself.

The Quest has Updated.

Find Note 4 and Become Known

OR

Leave, Never Return, and the Quest will be Complete

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Players must follow these guidelines for the next reply.

- Find Dripping Eyes
- Find Creeping Seaweed
- Find Your Body Betraying You Beyond Her Light

Optional Guidelines:
- Find Note Four
- Find Source of Her Light
OR
- Leave, and Never Return.

- Find ? ? ? Known ? ? ? Keyword ? ? ?
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Deadline is August 4th, 11:59 PM EST

She was content.

That was all there was too it. Not swirling colors in the sky or any threats could ruin this moment. She was happy to just stare into his eyes until she passed out and fell asleep. It was so sappy, so dorky, so... romantic.

Nothing could tear her eyes away from-

"...shrine of a dead legendary..."

"What the fuck?"

Laguna immediately twisted around, only to end up falling onto her butt, a bit disoriented after everything. Her eyes gazed upon the massive sundial, reflecting the light of the morning sun. It was broken, missing many parts, and clearly fallen into disrepair, but it was beautiful.

This was a place of power, even if the Legendary that once belonged here was long gone. There was always an energy to these places. Was that where the Parade was leading all along?

She kind of wanted to stay here for a while.

Reaching up, she'd grab Orion's hand and attempt to just pull him down into the sand with her. "We can talk about this later, maybe tell Ash, or see if we can ask Zapdos about it. I don't know. But right now? I'm tired, stay here with me until I have to go, please?"

"You're what?!" Laguna shouted, but it was too late as Big Bee suddenly dived straight into the water and she was left alone on the board. Having to put her trust in them for Bertha's safety, she quickly picked up the oars and began furiously rowing to avoid being sucked straight in.

Deep underwater, the land-whale was tossing back and forth against the claws that reached up from below, attempting to drag them straight in. A hungry vortex that couldn't be satiated.

It was no longer adapted to the water, but whales didn't forget how to hold their breath that easily. It kicked and flailed its limbs, biting down onto the arms that reached up, only to be continued to pull down. Panic filled their eyes, glancing over at the trainer coming to her rescue for just a second. Bertha attempted to shout his name, but only bubbles spilled from her lips.

The claw attempted to wrap around her torso, and Bertha immediately acted on instinct. A loud whale call spilled from their lips, a visible aura of sound, an Echoed Voice, that shook and shuddered the claws long enough it's grasp was loosened.

Panicked and finally free, Bertha furiously kicked her flippers and tail, feet kicking uselessly as they desperately tried to make it towards Big Bee