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Another sucessful and excesively simple plunder. Flash a little skin and feign some innocence and
the lowest scum of the world were always willing to follow a young woman into a dark alleyway. If only
they knew of the dangers that lurked on the shadowed walls, the tiny ruby eyes and the shining teeth
glinting in the hazy light. This woman was not ignorant to the ways of the world and had been subject
to a fate crueler than what the fools who followed her there had in mind, hands in pocket, readying
their weapons and partners for the pleasures they thought awaited them. She wanted to laugh but
that would have given the entire suprise away and she could not do that. That posed the risk of one
of them getting away. Once deep enough inside the alleyway, the woman finally turned, the look of
innocence now gone and replaced with an expression of malice, her eyes and teeth much like the
ones surrounding the scum. Now sucessfully unnerved, the men turned to leave only to have their
feet frozen to the spot in fear. Their minds screamed but their limbs did not answer, the woman continued
to stare - were her eyes glowing? Moments later and the family of bats clinging to the walls had dropped,
swooping in on the panicked men, their startled yelps muffled by beating wings before being stifled
completely as the bats ripped at their throats. It was a horrific sigh but one the woman had grown
accustomed too, as sad as that may have sounded. As the three bodies hit the floor, the bats returned
to the walls, waiting for their masters instruction. It was a simple routine. The Zubat's, Golbat's and Crobat
removed the threat, the master removed any items of worth, the bats then had their fill.


If those scientists could steal away her child, regardless of cruely she was forced bear and birth it,
surely it was only fair she could steal the possesions of others. Physical, materialistic or otherwise,
Beatrix liked to take what was not hers. The leftovers were there for her beloved family to fight over
and boy did she love to see them fight over a prize. It made what dredges that were left seem all the
more gruesome to what poor unfortuneate soul stumbled them in the morning. That was possibly
the only part to being kidnapped as a child that she could be thankful for - she was a ghost. No records,
no family ties, nothing that could be used to find her. Humans relied too heavily on machines nowadays.
Although she was somewhat one of them, she did not see the appeal on feeding on corpses of her
former species as her precious bats did. She saw herself not quite human anymore, regardless of
how human she still appeared, but was still not Pokemon enough to hunt her own kind just yet. Though
she had to admit, the taste of meat had been on the menu for her a lot more frequently as of late.


With the deed done and her wallet much fatter than it was previously, Beatrix simply snapped her fingers,
the family of bats diving once more to finish off their dinner, leaving her to exit the alleyway with an
almost disapointed look across her features. Only money this time. It was much more interesting
looting items like stones and TM's but alas, beggers could not be choosers. Sometimes it was
amusing to actually buy something for a change and fresh food was always a bonus. It was better
than what she could say for some of the others like herself. Living off scraps with their morals still intact,
Beatrix felt no pity for them. How they decided to live their new lives was up to them. She took her new
chance at life and decided to live it for herself, not caring what happened to those who got in her way.
it was their funeral - her new family were highly over protective of the woman. There was not a chance
in hell things were going back to the way they were. As her mind wandered, her beloved bats had finally
caught up to her whilst she shuffled along the destered street, all eager to return to their Poke'balls
and sleep off their full stomachs. For a while, Beatrix simply ignored them, hands deep in her pockets
as she continued to walk aimlessly along the pavement and as far away from the alleyway as possible.
The night was still young, there was the chance of running into someone else.


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In the end, Beatrix and her family did not find any others to feed and steal from, which was fine by her.
It gave her time to get away from the scene and catch a few hours sleep, a luxury she enjoyed imensely.
Back with those blasted scientists, sleep was earned and hard earned at that. The thought sent a ripple
of anger through her, enough to force her awake and raise her arms in defence, shielding her eyes
from the harsh sunlight. Light had become more irritating lately, her body definetly seemed to prefer
the dark. Wearing her odd gasmask did not attract as much attention as most would think thanks to all
the posion type Pokemon around and it worked wonders at concealing her eyes. Pinching the bridge
of her nose, the raven haired woman peered around the area, trying to remember where she had decided
to fall asleep this time. The surface was flat and she could see the sky perfectly, her lips mouthed the
word 'roof' before pushing herself to her feet, stretching until she heard the satisfying crack of her bones
setting into place. A warehouse rooftop, now she remembered. Thanks to the experiments performed
on her, getting onto roofs and traversing walls were easier than walking to her. Walking felt too refined,
too slow, too human.

Satisfied and ready to move, Beatrix grabbed onto the edge of the roof before kicking off, landing on the
ground with little problem, kicking up a little dirt but nothing damaged on her person. Delving her hands
into her pockets once more, her fingers gently caressed the Poke'balls that sat there alongside her
wallet. Images of her deeds last night flashed before her eyes, instantly putting the woman in a great
mood as she began her stroll out of the warehouse district. She had no idea what was held in the
warehouses, all she needed to know was the security was lax, making it easy for her to waltz in and out
again when she pleased. Unconciously, she retraced her steps from the night before, eyes not moving
from the ground below her as the streets around her began to fill up with people. Crowds and people
did not bother her as long as they left her alone. Or brought gifts, but there was a slim chance of that
happening. Eventually her aimless wandering brought her closer to the center of town, the stores had
long since opened and were tending to wares ad customers, Beatrix now taking a firm hold of her wallet
as her stomach tightened uncomfortably. Darting into the first bakery she saw, she exited shortly afterwards
with a bag filled with rolls and sweet biscuits. Cheap and they filled her stomach for long periods of time,
perfect. Minutes later and she was sitting on an unoccupied bench, stuffing roll after roll in her mouth,
devouring the bread as her monitored any who walked anywhere near her as rumors of last nights
events and leftovers began to filter through the crowds.

All she could do was smile.

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"Help! What's going on!? Have I been drugged? Is this real? Is anyone-- Oh dear lord, what's the point."

Still with her hands above her head, the blonde ceased her fruitless yelling and sighed quite loudly. This
was not where she wanted to be - heck, where she was going was not where she wanted to be either. Safe
and snug underneath her blankets in her room was where she wanted to be, not being attacked by oversized
insects or using a tree for shelter. Glancing up at said tree, Benni was surprised and irritated at the fact her
Joltik companion had long since left her hands and was now sitting comfortably on the branch above her
head, watching her frantic display with glee. As she finally noticed, the bug began to emitted an odd chittering
sound, something the blonde could only assume was laughter. Benni narrowed her eyes and lowered her
arms instantly. Why had she been so keen on catching such a weird Pokemon? Rolling her eyes, she
remembered it was because she had thought it cute if these creatures were real, it would probably be
able to hide in her hair quite easily. Well, at least she was right, not that it gave much comfort.

The high-pitched chittering was begining to annoy her, gritting her teeth and biting her tongue for as long
as her frayed patience would allow it. Eventually, she snapped, grabbing a twig from the ground and tossing
it at the bug. Sadly, her aim was just as terrible as it was in her own world, the stick falling lamely to the
floor only a few feet in front of her. Cue the extra laughter. Cheeks now crimson as the tears began to
well up in her eyes again, lashing out verbally. "You're not helping so you can stop laughing! You want
me to squish you!?" The Joltik did not seem to agree and was even somewhat annoyed by her retort, once
again holding back its head and opening its mouth. Another shriek later and Benni's arms were up to shield
her face, one hand waving rapidly. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Don't shoot!" More laughter
from the bug-type as the woman was left to sink to the floor again, holding her head in her hands, slowly
questioning her own sanity after yelling at a spider. Was her Pokemon not really listening to her well because
it was over leveled and she had no badges? Or was it just a little b*****d? Knocking her forehead
against her knees, Benni blinked and stopped the unnessary self harm, noticing the broken twigs and
branches that were scattered across the area. Lifting her gaze to the trees above her, the blonde could not
help but tilt her head to one side and stare at the gapping hole in the tree line. It almost looked as though
something around her size had fallen though them - coincdence or not? It would certainly explain her killer headache ..

Though delayed, Benni was surprised to hear someone finally responding to her cries for help but not in
a way she had hoped for. A battle, seriously? She had always thought the trainers in the games were a little
too eager to get their Pokemon severely injured in the games, but in the middle of a forest after she had
just woken up? That was more likely to get the trainer smacked around (if she were not a coward and a little
more violent that is). With her being somewhat distressed and the limits of her Joltik unknown, Benni could
not help but feel highly wary of moving towards the source of the voice. If they truly wanted to battle, Benni
did not have her usual battling confidence she usually had when battling via her gameboy or DS. And with
no money or prizes to give as a reward for defeating her, what else could they demand instead? Shuddering at
the thought, the woman weighed her options before finally getting to her feet, Fizz assuming she was ready to
move and hopped onto the top of her head again, causing her let a tiny squeak escape her. Joltik still seemed
to find her cowardice amusing and giggled from its perch on her hair, clinging to a few strands as she
began her sluggish walk towards the voice. It did not take her long, but Benni eventually found two people
conversing in a clearing, her heart jumping to her throat instantly. "Oh lord, two!? Double battle!?
I only have one! Please don't battle, please don't battle, please don't battle.." Clearing her throat
awkwardly, the blonde finally made her presence known and slowly stepped around the tree, keeping her
distance from the other two.

"Formal? Do I look like I'm in the mood for formality right now?" She sobbed, lifting her glasses
to the top of her head and wiping her eyes on her sleeve. The tiny Joltik hopped behind the lens and stared
at the Patrat, wiggling its pinchers in an attempt to be menacing. Apparently the insect knew how scary it
did not look and simply started laughing instead, turning a few times on Benni's head before burrowing
underneath her hair slightly, eyes still visable and continuing to stare at the other Pokemon. Placing her
glasses over her eyes again, Benni and Fizz seemed to blink a few times in unision before the woman spoke
again, feeling highly awkward at her attempt in introductions. "I'm Benni and .. this is Fizz." Benni and Fizz, they
sounded like some characters from some sort of learning program children watched before going to
nursery. Her naming skills needed some fine tuning - naming Pokemon after drinks was a strange
choice. It was not without some thought though, cloudy lemonade was yellow and fizzy, suited Joltik fine.
Now was probably the best time get the one important question that irked her answered. Staring silently at
the man as she twiddled her thumbs nervously for a few long moments, she eventually spoke. "This is going
to sound very strange - and please don't think I'm insane - but is this .. the Pokemon world? I - I mean, either
Johto, Kanto, Unova, Hoenn or Sinnoh .. ? I'm really not from around here. At all. Really." If you do not
ask questions, you do not get answers afterall.

[Ritzo]

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The world ended over seven hundred years ago. It ended in Chaos
and Terror, entire armies obliterated in the blink of the eye and
countries sent spiraling into ruin. The four Lords of Chaos struck
first, followed soon by the nine Lords of Terror. The world didn’t
stand a chance, falling underneath their power and oppression.
Celestial eyes turned away from the plight and Abyssal hands were
struck away by the Lords themselves, both sides being assaulted
soon afterwards. The Seven Divines have disappeared, and those
of the Nexus live in a broken world, dead the day they are born.

They live without hope. They live without love. They live without life.


plot by ; The Darklight Project
graphics&layout by ; Ritzo


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It is known that the Seven Divines created the four Planes of Existence;
The Celestial Plain, The Abyssal Plain, the Divine Plain, and the Nexus,
the world which tied the other three together. In the Celestial Plain they
populated beings of light and positive energy; in the Abyssal Plain they
populated the realm with beings of darkness and negative energy. The
Nexus was filled with beings of all different types, a melting pot of
creations and ideas, and the Seven Divines lived in the Divine Plain
themselves, doing as they pleased. The worlds were left mostly to their
own devices, with only moderate direction from the Divines; the Celestial
and Abyssal Plains developed at a far faster rate than then Nexus, which
lagged slowly behind.

History created itself, and surely enough the Celestial and Abyssal
Plains began to battle. The Nexus became their battle ground, and
those of the Nexus learned to adapt, dedicate themselves to one
side or the other, or die. This Eternal War never truly ceased, but
would instead for varying periods of time would go quiet, giving the
Nexus time to recover and develop before the two sides were at it
once again. Despite this rather destructive cycle the Nexus continued
to develop, moving from the times of Survival to the times of Magic,
then to the time of Technology, and then finally to a period known as the
Enlightenment. Peace was at hand during this era, with a particularly
bright group of beings from the Nexus forming together and starting
to broker peace between the two realms after hundreds of failed
attempts over the millennia.

It was during this time that the Lords appeared. There were thirteen
total, four Lords of Chaos and nine Lords of Terror. These thirteen
brought a practical apocalypse to the Nexus (in fact, many refer to
it as the true Apocalypse), sending the world spiraling into despair
as the Lords destroyed armies of the Nexus, Celestial and Abyssal
Plains with ease. Those of the Celestial and Abyssal Plains returned
to their respective realms, leaving those of the Nexus to their horrible fate.

The Nexus was almost instantly sent from its time of Enlightenment
to a botched version of a time of Survival. Magic and fragments of
technology still existed, but the people were driven from the great
cities created during the time of Enlightenment as they were destroyed
and many cities from the time of Technology were obliterated as well.
People didn’t know what to do or where to go, herding to small towns
that had existed from even during the time of Magic; this made them
that much easier to round up when the Lords of Terror eventually began
to settle. They split the five continents and accompanying islands/etc.
into nine Countries for each Lord of Terror.

The people of the Nexus were quickly broken, again and again, every
small rebellion being crushed ruthlessly as they were enslaved, forced
to build new towns, cities, and castles for the Lords of Terror, depending
on each Lord’s taste. The people were greatly affected by the presence
of each Lord of Terror, slowly changing because of it; these changes
can be drastic to slight. The world is now caught in a strange stage, a
mixture of times of Survival, Magic, and slight Technology clashing
together in the mix. Slowly but surely, the world has been poisoned for
the seven hundred years the Lords of Terrors have been in control, and
a brave group has attempted to make a stand. Referred to only as the
Rebellion, young (or old) men and women have disappeared to join this
cause and to fight for freedom for themselves and others. As this
Rebellion slowly develops in the Nexus, the Celestial Plains and Abyssal
Plains are under attack by the Lords of Chaos, having created armies
from broken people and things that can only be referred to as monsters.

The Rebellion’s plan? To destroy the Lords of Terror as quickly as possible
and then prepare themselves for the Lords of Chaos. To do this, they must
increase their numbers even more, train their forces, and learn something
extremely important: how to kill a Lord of Terror.

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The Rebellion’s forces are spread out and highly varied. Secret bases and safe
houses litter are spread throughout the world and are of varying sizes. Their forces
are split into three areas; the technological division, the magical division, and the
intelligence division. The technological division uses, finds, and develops new pieces
of technology whenever they can. The magical division doesn’t just only use magic,
but more antique weapons as well. The intelligence division is the one often in constant
danger, agents sent in to get as close to Terrors and their Servants as possible in
order to learn as much about them and their methods. They often don’t get a chance
to come back, whether it’s because of death or they just continue to search.

The Lords of Terrors’ forces are much more powerful than the Rebellion’s, each
similar to each other. They are generally split into the army (made up of both
technological and magical forces; it doesn’t matter), a sort of Special Forces that the
Servants of Terrors control (you can think of them as servants to the Servants of
Terrors), and then the Servants of Terrors constitute as a force all by themselves.

Both sides use something known as Created Weapons, referred to simply as
Creations. They are extremely powerful spirit/magic weapons, and only a few can
use them; however, Servants of Terrors can use them naturally, and to a much
greater degree of power. Creations are not necessarily conventional weapons; they
can be creatures as well.


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[Ritzo]

❜It’s amazing, really. We’re doing really well with what we’re attempting… But
we don’t know nowhere near enough about the Lords themselves to even
attempt anything. Sure, we know their approximate location (save for the
Lords of Chaos, hell, we known even less about them), but we know zip about
their abilities and powers, save for legends and just how much their screwing
with their areas.

There are also the Servants of Terror, but I don’t think we can rely on them
too much to have a proper though about the Lords. They vary too much and
are affected by what they were before their transformation.

Each Terror is an ally, as far as we know, but apparently that doesn’t stop
them from warring with each other. Is this how they settle arguments or
just have a sick, twisted sense of fun? I don’t know, but it makes things both
easier and more difficult for us. We’re ignored a lot of the time (kind of an insult)
but sometimes unexpected things happen before of their ‘war…’ At the moment,
Insanity is attacking Suffering, Pain is supporting Suffering, and Poison is moving
on all three, but mostly Insanity and Suffering.

Apparently each Terror handpicks a group of Servants for his or her own use…
Apparently they can pick as many as they want, so far as we know, and
something goes on that completely binds the Servant to the Terror. Among the
theories is a life bond, which makes the most sense, but in return for this
apparently they gain more abilities along with an increase to the ones they
currently have. While we haven’t seen a Terror, we’ve seen plenty of Servants,
and they are… troublesome, to put it lightly.

What we know for sure from both of them are their weapons. They aren’t like
nearly everyone else’s in this world; no, they’re made through a process that
my predecessor only named as Creation. It’s a mixture of both magic
manipulation, which isn’t any big deal… But then it involves use of the soul as
well. I’m not so sure about the technicalities of the process, and was told only
how it was done; it’s a difficult and painful process, but the rewards are well
worth it. You end up creating a weapon that represents your soul, your fighting
style, and even your thoughts… This means the weapon can change, but it is
easiest just to keep it in one form. They’re powerful; they cut through
conventional weapons like butter. You almost feel sorry for the person you’re
cutting. I’ve established a small force for these weapons, whoever can use
them, really; we don’t have enough.

Naturally, the Servants of Terror can use this ability as well, and they can use
it to a greater extent than most of us can. They’re also just plain stronger in
almost every single area. Taking on a Servant is a three or four person job, and
even then it isn’t a guaranteed victory. It’s almost always a guaranteed retreat
if a Servant shows up, and that’s a major problem; we can’t even reliably beat
their Servants yet.

Unless something happens soon, we are completely and utterly ********]❜

xxxxx- Jack Calumina, current leader of the Rebellion.



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