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Mission!

Creator: Sub
Name: The Shadow Room

In Ercuteak City there lives an old woman who goes by the name of Abysia. She is a mysterious old woman who never talks. She used to be an excellent trainer who was head for the Johto league but when she came to Ercuteak she never left. People always come to challenge her but once they leave the come back defeated and scared half to death. Your mission is to go to Ercuteak City and find this womens house and go challenge her. She will not leave her home until she is defeated. Also she uses Dark and Ghost pokemon types. When you are battling her find out what has been going on to the trainers who lose to her. Who knows maybe there is a room she shows to those she defeats. ALSO you CAN lose to her to make the story more interesting. Heck it might be cool to read a mission where someone loses.

Opposition- The Old Woman with 4 Dark and Ghost pokemon. All are second evos or higher.

Pokemon- None but you may recieve a pokemon from me.

Rewards- Depends

1st person
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I woke up after a strange dream that day. I'm not sure what it had meant altogether, but it was a series of dreams which had a collateral effect on each other. As if all of them blended in the same kind of mold. They were like different episodes revolving over a same fate. It was quite strange, bizzare. Most of them consisted in me being in a room, seated, and I was looking at myself. It wasn't a mirror. It was just another Nix. He looked poisoned and famished, a very sick look to him... myself.

Well, I just stared at myself for hours and we would talk about... I don't know, I don't remember. But, the other Nix would seem very anxious, very desperate, as if he would kill to tell me something, but was afraid to say it directly, so he would retort to it indirectly. The saddest part was when he just made reference to things that had nothing to do with what he was bursting to say, as the weather, the newly cut grass and socks. He just looked blistering mad. At a certain moment, he frightened me.

Well, then I had dreams of the same room but with other people. Most of them, to my drawn intention, injected with the same energy as my latter Nix. All of them worried, desperate, anxious. People I didn't even know, although I did in my dream, and then people I did know. People I love and care about. I had one with my father in it, but he did not speak.

I reflected on my newly sewn dreams that morning and just did my same hygenic routine. On the door, I stumbled upon a note under it. Weird enough, if was from Sub. He had assigned a mission for me. I was to go to Ecruteak and investigate/challenge some strange old woman. It sounded as peculiar to me as the meaning of my dreams. Why would Sub assign me on such a mission? What did Snagem care about some weird lady?

However, on a more coherent note, I read the letter once more and it said that she WAS harrasing trainers, leaving them scared to death after soughting a defeat with them. Fair enough. I'd book a train to Goldenrod and hike to Ecruteak, I knew Johto well anyways. On such short notice, I had no time to pack. I took my time, and packed enough clothes for a few days. Then, I simply flashed through the HQ without stopping to speak to anyone. It felt weird, but it was like I had absolutely no intention in wasting time in reaching to the end of this mission. It just came out of me. I found a new short cut through some meadows to Saffron City in my attempt to cut short of time.

It was freaking me out, and at the same time, getting even more interesting.

The train arrived the second I bought a ticket. I was the first to enter. The day had darkened soon and the train went considerably slower than I had been accostumed too. Actually, it went half as fast, or some my conscience fooled me. Resistless to sudden doze-off, I slung my head in a comfortable position and I began counting sheep.

However, I was abruptly awaken by a loud bang. But, it was awkward because I could not see the train seats, nor windows. There weren't any windows. Just blue walls, one chair where I sat upon, another chair opposite to me, and a door. The room was vacant except for myself. But that tide was soon to change, as the doorknob subtley shifted its sides.

I simply shoe-gazed into the door, seeing many wild textures and psychedalic mixes of blue, indigo and violet suddenly springing into my eye's color. Its as though my vision were a TV and the color contrasts had gone haywire. I felt like I was high. The door opened, and out propped my mother, with a look on her face tainted with horror and despair. Her mouth seemed to be melting from its gaped open-ness and her cheeks were vacuumed by her tongue. She could not speak, and she held no eyes nor tongue, ripped out.

Hyperventilation struck me like a vast thick gas bomb in my throat. I could not speak at the sight of an envisioned zombie version of my mother. It was horrifying to see her that way, you would give yourself no idea, one would prefer to scalp their eyelids off and roll their eyes in mud. It was my own mother, the woman who loved and raised me by herself to become the person I am now. Purposely I ran myself into a wall to stop the pain of watching my mother just standing their, looking strangely into the walls with her deformed figure.

As I smeared my cranium against the wall, I, and thank god that I did, woke up. The train had stopped abruptly at Goldenrod station. Outside was pitch-black. Pure venomed darkness on a summer peppered midnight. My knees felt like water and my knuckles were white as teeth. I did not plan on sleeping that night. I held no sign of drowsiness and rapidly unleashed Lavos, my Charmeleon. Once out of the train, I smeared a map I found on my laps on the train upon a wall and started remembering which route I could take to Ecruteak.

It seemed quite easy. I had 5 or 6 hours of hoverboard travelling to do to reach Ecruteak. Quickly, I prop it out of my sack and sank my heels into it, and placed Lavos at the front of the board, so he could light the way.

Whilst I used one or two brain cells to steer the hoverboard straight through the route, I started relating the putrid dream I had on the train, with the ones I had dreamt that morning. I tried to put them out of my mind, and think about the mission. Sub had mentioned in his letter that this woman favoured dark and ghost pokemon and was an extremely able trainer. I really just trusted Sub's judgement upon giving me this mission, thinking I could handle.

Then, I thought of the eccentric woman. Predictions of her appearance rapidly flew to my mind, and most strangely, I could only imagine her in the room I had dreamt with all my other victims of horror. Quickly, I burnt that thought and started thinking about her pokemon. Dark and Ghost... quite an evil mix. General weaknesses would be a fighting type and a Psychic type. Quite a clever combination, as one weakness was another advantage. Psychic is effective against ghost, but useless against Dark, whilst Fighting is strong against dark, but cowers in the face of a Ghost pokemon.

I re-checked my pokemon. Lavos, in front of me, Etherena in the ball, Duke in the ball, and Ruckus also inside. I was good. I felt confident about this mission, like all others. No fear factors rising up, no geysers of vomit threatening to awaken wraths. Just the thought of this mutated dreams haunted my conscious, but at every yard of I trespassed with my hoverboard, and Lavos lighting my way, less it managed to conquer my concern.

I reached Ecruteak in a matter of four hours. Truly, I had no notion of time passing that fast, but I checked my P*DA and sure enough from the time I arrived at the train station, to Ecruteak, I had gone through four mere hours of hovering. Very quick. I booked a room at some hotel near the pokecenter, where I deposited all of my pokemon, especially Lavos who was a bit dizzy after navigating on the hoverboard with me. I reached my room, and wasted no time in hogging the mantels into a deep sleep.

You know that blurred line of consciousness between being awake in a bed, and being asleep? Well, that night I had the line quite clear in my head. It was as if I closed my eyes, and I was already opening a door to a room with blue walls.

"Ah... hell. Not this again."

I was prepared for the worst. I did my best not to stare at the chair, not at the walls, nor at the door, if not at nothing in particular.

"Du...du...hasahasahasa.."

I heard a voice that shrilled in my mind. It tweaked out of tune and shook my head madly. Its sound was so radioactive, my ears started tremoring in pain. It was the most awful sound I had ever heard, and I bolted upright, realising I wasn't hearing anything at all. I just thought I was. I was thinking in a dream... though it did not seem like a dream. Everything was so clear, so tactile, so virtually real. Though I really doubted there were such a blue room in a hotel, nor in a train for the matter.

The door was blasted opened, and what was worse was that there was no one behind it. The walls started closing in on me, creating an atmosphere that made me feel like a cucumber stuck in a jar, blind. The light quickly dimmed, and a haunting feeling of death enraged my mind. I became mad, unclear of my situation, a complete beast. My brain dislocated from its intelligence, my mouth felt like bleeding, my eyes were struck by lightning and my ears were being twisted in barbed wires. I felt utter torture, as no one had felt in their lives. But, of out rage, of the cowardly figure who was doing this to me without showing a trace of themselves, I persisted. I did not care of the pain anymore, as it felt already like a trait for living. Pain now felt like it drove me to my objective, to the creator of this dream. This was not a dream of my own, that was for sure. No act of mine, not anecdote from the past, no demons inside of me had triggered this monstrous inspiration of pain inside of me.

It was someone else.

I woke up in terror, sweating a swamp, determined never to fall asleep again before killing someone, or something. I felt the same madness that one minute after waking, as I did in my dream. After one minute, it subdued, vaguely hiding in a corner of my mind. I checked my hands, any whiter and I would glow light out of them. I refreshed my psychologically tattered body in the room's bathroom, and quickly left the hotel for the pokemon center.

I quietly had breakfast at the pokecenter. There weren't much people, I must've woken up early. Checking the wall's clock, it was almost 8 AM. Yeah, quite early. I finished breakfast in five minutes and was starting to feel a bit paranoid about this mission. I couldn't keep my mind off the thought of this mission being related to my recent dreams. It was just a thought that had crossed my mind, but I couldn't shake it off. It was ridiculously sticky, and I had a feeling I was going blistering mad.

Choosing to walk around Ecruteak to shrugg these false dream accusations, or so I thought they were, I came upon the famous Burned Tower. Legend had it that Ho-oh inhabited that tower, but now I'm not sure if it did anymore, as the tower did seem quite abandoned and torn down. I decided to train my pokemon a bit on the wild pokemon outside Ecruteak, and went to the local library to study down some tactics on dark and ghost pokemon. I was out of luck. The only advantage I had against these types was Innes, my combusken, who was a fighting type just to brawl it out with the dark types. After that, not much advantage I had, so I would have to recur to pure stratedgy and hope Abysia doesn't peal pokemon too high a level.

Noon fell, and the afternoon whalloped the sun down west, and it became dark. Ecruteak became real dark real fast because of its high surrounding oaks which produce some abnormal long shades. I had asked the folks around Ecruteak if they knew about Abysia. Many faced me with a demented look, others had no idea, but one managed to explicit some info on her.

David: She's incredibly wise and powerful, Nix. I pray for you success on this. Personally, I think you're mad taking her on, no one has left that house feeling normal.
Nix:...well, I'm confident I can do something about that. See, my superior said I could take this woman on...
David: That's what they all say Nix. She was once the champion of the Johto league. Undeniabley powerful. That was years ago, I don't know in what shape she must be now, it's been a few years since anyone has entered her house.
Nix: What... she doesn't leave..?
David: Nor does she speak. I don't know, she might leave at night and head to the Burned Tower and perform rituals, I don't know! All I know is that you are risking your mind on challenging this woman.
Nix: Oh, I wouldn't mind that. I've been having nightmares for a week almost.
David: I'd take that isn't a good sign.
Nix: No, it isn't.
David: No, I mean with challenging Abysia. She can channel the largest fears in your heart, be it losing a pokemon battle to losing a loved one.
Nix: ..She
David: She's an illusionist. And in her house there's this room called "The Shadow Room", or I've heard the insane say.
Nix: I see.
David: All I'm saying is, don't go in there so cocky, you'll fall like a rock in pond water. She'll tear you apart.
Nix: Alright, thanks Scott.
David: David.
Nix: Dave.. sorry. I'll be strong of mind.
David: Be so. Her house mysteriously unlocks at 8 PM, so I suggest revising a stratedgy.
Nix: I'll do that, thanks.

David, a sturdy looking woodchucker, had thrown me some useful advice. Maybe not to scare me, but to be careful. He was probably right, I was risking a lot going in there. But I had to unlock these mysterious dreams, and I had a feeling, now stronger than ever, that she had an answer to all these questions. I've seen my mother, my father, my friends and my enemies in my dreams, all taking horrific figures. Either it had the intention of horrorizing me into a pessimistic state on life, or premonition me on the stakes to come. In spite of all these mythical figures, I defiantly head towards the so called "Shadow Room". The door was violet, contrasting the black walls and roof. No windows at all, and the doorknob was a tongue with nails in it.

"Ah, well this reasures I'm doing something smart." O.o

It struck eight, and I twist the tongue, and the door made no sound as it sunk its frame inside the pitch-black house. Slowly, I stepped my right foot inside the house, and then continued to pace myself inside, ever so gently as to not make one sound. I closed the door quietly.

Everything was so abnormally quite and dark, it scared the livers out of me. Not daring to summon Lavos to light the room, in case I had to face another mummified mother or a demented looking father, I said hello and instantly regretted it for no reason.

"Hello?"

The sound of silence.

Nix: He-
Voice: We heard you the first time.
Nix: AH! Who's there?
Voice: Well, we wonder the same thing.
Nix: We, he? Ah, I mean, who's we? I can't see anything!
Voice: You are starting to bore me.
Nix: Just... are you Abysia?

The voice I've heard started to cackle in a very high pitched voice. Once again, I almost threw up my kidney in fear.

Voice: So I see you are here to challenge Abysia, is that it?
Nix: Uh... yes.
Voice: And what in your right mind made you do that?
Nix: I've got orders.
Voice: You've got orders?
Nix: Yes?
Voice: MUAHAHAHAAHA!
Nix: WHAT IS SO FUNNY?
Voice: We just think its hilarious someone sent a half-witted kid like you to take us out.
Nix: Reveal yourself!
Voice: As you wish.

A single flare of light illuminated in what seemed to be the center of the room. It shone a violet light (what was with all these gloomy colors, anyways?) and in the center of the room was a sophisticated looking chair that looked like a thin throne, with a silhouetted figure sitting on it, and next to it, floating in the air, a talking Gengar.

Gengar: We see you.
Nix: Oh, so do I, don't you worry.
Gengar: Who you are, boy? Who sent you?
Nix: I'm Nix, and I'm here to challenge Abysia, I think thats all you need to know.
Gengar: Mistress... it's him.
???:...
Nix: Is that Abysia?
Gengar: If what you want is to challenge us, then a challenge you will have. Beware however, there are terms you must abide to.
Nix: Abysia...
Gengar: *clearly ignoring him* If so we have the great misfortune to lose against a geronimo like yourself, we shall banish our terrors from these lands and quell somewhere else.
Nix: Why won't you answer me?
Gengar: SILENCE BOY! She answers to no-one but her faithful servants.
Nix: Well, thats awful proud of her.
Gengar:...do not dare...insult the Mistress in front of me..again.
Nix:...
Gengar: If so happens that you lose, which is the most probable outcome, you will lay here eternally, servicing the mistress in her own righteous kindgom, even in malfeasance.
Nix: Kingdom... services... what are you talking about?
Gengar: She is not the crazed woman thought up to be in your little ignorant village. She is the mortal Queen of Darkness.
Nix: Oh...
Gengar: You understand the terms, human?
Nix: I quite do. Though there's something I don't understand.
Gengar: Much figures, due to your inferior brain.
Nix: One thing I don't get is why she needs a puppet to speak for her? Is she unable to speak? Or is does she emanate psychic-"
Gengar: DO NOT SPEAK THAT WORD IN HERE!
Nix: What word...
Gengar: You have offended the queen enough, you shall be shown no mercy.
Abysia: Enough, servant.
Gengar: *horrid look* My.. queen.
Abysia: I am unrevealed of secrets, and some hold importances to the boy. Nix, either if you win or lose, you shall learn the truth. But, as my faithful servant said, you will be shown no mercy either way. Gengar!

Just then, I realized she had croaked the words I've been willing to hear. Answers. After that, the battle had obviously started. I released Etherena quickly and I saw the room light up more, and it mystically expanded, giving the place an almost professional pokemon field for battle. It's ghastly atmosphere however, was a bit fogging to my eyes as I couldn't see Gengar that well due to his slight transperancy which was bound to succomb to pure light-transperant skin.

Nix: Etherena, thunder wave!

Etherena slithered its long body through the arena and aimed his tail at Gengar's body. Gengar however skidded out of sight, and Etherena miserably missed. The atmosphere acted in pure advantage for ghost pokemon, and I was beggining to feel cold and desperate by the thick fog forbidding my view.

Gengar appeared close to Etherena's back, and unleashed hypnotic waves to put Etherena in a drowsy state, until it finally plopped onto the ground, sleeping. Gengar, then, took advantage of this situation and flung its levitating body into Etherena's head and Etherena started wailing madly, having the purest, vivid nightmare possible. He would not stop frolicking, and started slamming itself onto the walls of the house, until finally he made a bookcase collapse on top of him, and fainted. The Gengar, servant to Abysia, flew out of him and cackled madly. I staggered as I returned Etherena. He was one of my finest... always determined to go on, no matter what. I've never seen him faint before.

Anger aroused me. Was I going to lose to this woman and start forth a never-ending service wagon trip to hell? LIKE HELL I WAS!

"Go, Duke!"

Before me appeared a handsome Manectric, electricity blurring through its fur. It seemed to be fully charged and ready to rip through ghosts. I was happy to have brought him.

"Duke, shockwave!"

The Duke faced the Gengar with a dissapproving look and tensed up, rapidly emancipating a subtle flow of electricity around its body like an aura, then it motioned towards the Gengar and the electric energy surrounding him was deposited into Gengar's body.

The Ghost pokemon shook violently, and smoke arose from its backside. It fell to the ground for a minute, but then reassured his position back into the air, grinning at The Duke. Then, it conjured a dark ball of energy and launched it to Duke, who caught it unintentionally.

The Duke lost balance and fell over, feeling darkness engulf him, but quickly shook it over, and glared back at the Gengar.

"Duke, THUNDER!"

The Duke was basically flaring this attack up the second I shouted it to him. He howled deeply and a bright light surrounded him. Suddenly, his eye glew electric blue and several arms of electricity shot out from his body and embraced Gengar. The ghost pokemon shook once more uncontrollably and was enable to respond after this attack, and fell to the ground, defeated.

Nix: Duke...*smiles*
Abysia:...

Slowly, a pokeball rises from Abysia's side and returns Gengar. Another ball rises telepathically and unleashes an Umbreon.

The Umbreon's eyes quickly flared red and casually walked through the light fog, dissapearing from sight. I blinked my eyes, and the Umbreon had gone. It was impressive how cunning these pokemon were. Either they were endowed in Faint Attack, or they had acostumed some tricks with the battle scenery. The Duke took a shot of the air from his nose, and he too felt clueless. The fog confunded his scent of smell even.

The Umbreon, without notice, appeared behind The Duke and implanted its shoulder blade on Duke's head. It collided painfully, and the Duke was as sure as out.

"What? One attack?"

Surprisingly, the Umbreon had dissapeared again.

I was left with two pokemon. Lavos and Ruckus. I slapped my head with my hand and cursed myself. I had forgot about Innes, and his half fighting type and forgot to take him in instead of Lavos. I felt like punching my jaw. Hastily, I called upon Lavos, hoping his fire would illuminate the place a little.

Little did I know, it did not. This fog was enchanted and Lavos's flame miserably managed to light himself so he did not seem like a silhouette.

"Lavos, dragon claw."

However, my Charmeleon looked at me with a are-you-serious face. I couldn't blame him. There wasn't a pokemon in sight that wasn't himself. The Umbreon either had a good hiding place, or had the ability of turning invisible. Nevertheless, Lavos walked defiantly into the scene and started to scout for an opponent. He found her, or should I rephrase, She found him right behind him. She knocked him into another Faint Attack, but this time staying visible.

Lavos was knocked off its feet, but quickly regained balance. It looked ferociously at the Umbreon for that cowardly attack. Both his claws grew lilac and he slashed the Umbreon, leaving trails of violet light.

"Overheat!"

Lavos, then, inhaled enough fog to make a cloud and blew out a dragon shaped flame which struck the Umbreon dumb, as she got scorched and fell limp to the ground. Lavos, however, panted upon unleashing this unholy flare and did not look like he would last much longer. The Faint attack disturbed him more psychologically than physically, scaring half the wit out of him.

Once more, a pokeball was invisibly marionetted to return the Umbreon, and another one unleashed yet another dark pokemon.

An Absol.

Unlike the Umbreon, Absol's contrasting fur of white and black was well visible under the fog. Bah, for what I could see, it was fairly more visible than anything else. Lavos took aim, and fired a flamethrower at her. Absol quickly rolled to the side and performed a take down attack, tossing Lavos to the ground as a little kid would toss his cookies.

Lavos, spitefully, managed to breath his last flammable breath at Absol while she took him down to meet the ground. Absol got a handful of ember to her face, but managed to smear Lavos across the floor, making him faint. I started to panic at this stage, knowing I had Ruckus left. I returned Lavos, and I just prayed Absol was her last pokemon. Isn't it against the rules not to say how many pokemon you have with you?

"Four."

Ah. Well, that settles the question, and perhaps arises to a new problem. She could read my ruddy mind, and forsee my attacks. Worst of all, she would telepathically order attacks to her pokemon, rendering me as ignorant as a rock of her next move. Brilliant! My odds of winning have just skyrocketted. Actually, they have been like this since my first pokemon, but just now I realize what I'm dealing with.

Nice one, eh. Now an eternity of Dark Queen butt-kissing. Wonder how that would taste...

"Ruckus!"

The large crocodile-standing-on-his-hind-legs pokemon appeared before me and chomped some fog down viciously to show off its prowess and cackled. Boy, what a crazy feller X3

Absol stared down at Ruckus, immobile. I wasn't quite sure if it was planning an attack, if it was receiving a complex order from the crazy person or was just trying to scare me, nor did I give a damn.

"Ruckus, ice beam!"

The Croconaw opened its jaws widely and expelled a frosting beam of ice towards Absol which it hit squarely in the face. Absol looked like an ice cube. Ruckus had successfully frozen her.

"Alright!"

However, my joy did not last much. Absol had faint attacked away from the ice, which then melted miserably, quite Absol-less and empty. Then Absol appeared behind Ruckus, and incrusted her hind legs on his back. Ruckus, however, managed to withstand this attack fairly well and countered with a surf attack, which to my opinion, was the fastest surf I've seen executed by a water pokemon. His jaw seemed to touch the floor of it's opened-ness, and he expelled a forceful river of mighty water which disembodied onto Absol, clearly drowned and out.

Ruckus made a few false steps, trying to gain steadiness. He seemed a bit dizzy.

Once more, Abysia recalled her pokemon telekinetically and unleashed her final pokemon, a Banette.

"Oh god, no."

I reached for a potion, but I could not feel them.

"No items, Nix."

I looked up, and the Mistress lady person was holding a hand up to me, with her index finger stretched out, slowly swaying left to right.

I cringed, looking at half the Ruckus that was left, and a full powered ghost pokemon. Praying for Ruckus's success, I ordered him to surf once more.

Though, unfortunately, the Banette was quicker. It focused its sight onto Ruckus, and a small black cloud which seemed entire toxic appeared above him. Quickly, the cloud sped over to Ruckus and as he was force-fed by an invisible Feraligatr mother, the Croconaw swallowed it.

"Curse... I read about that move."

Soon, Ruckus was wreaking his own brand of havoc to himself. He became a living hazard to all entity which stood in front of him, and the clever Banette was keen on disappearing into the fog once more. The Croconaw went mad, and fidgeted, and soon laid unconscious on the ground.

It was over.

In pure disbelief, I returned my precious gator, and meekly stared at myself.

I became completely numb, and was I unable to move. The arena suddenly had disappeared and half-expected to return to the awful blue walled room. But no, I felt I was falling into an endless black abyss, and that my fate was abominably horrid. After levitating numb for about 10 minutes, my feet caressed ground and finally I stepped down and felt once more. I was in a small room, walls blackened out. One light in the middle of the room, a table and two chairs. It seemed like an interrogatory room, just adding some creepy flicks, like I arrived there by floating numbly and there were no doors.

I could not see anything that was beyond the table in front of me, though I heard a noise of wind escaping through a window. It sounded abnormally high, and suddenly a solid figure glided towards the chair and took hold of it and sat down. I recognized the shrill figure of Abysia and once again, her annoying Gengar floating aside her. Her eyes bored into mine, but she spoke nothing. I began to twitch nervously and tried looking elsewhere, not daring to say a word. Gengar just savoured it all, that little pest. He had a big smile upon his face.

“Leave us.”

Suddenly, the smile lifted into a large frown, eyes widened, but no questioning her request. Hesitating, he slowly drifted into the darkness.

Abysia: The urban legends say I do not speak. They are right for who they are. To the ignorant I leave not a phrase, if not my servant. To you however, you have fought well Nix, I expected nothing less. However, you formidable skill alone was not enough to overcome mine.
Nix: You cheated.
Abysia: Do not regret your decision Nix, even though it was unwise to challenge me. To what end would you have challenged-
Nix: You… cheated.
Abysia: …how so?
Nix: You called that a battle? Your pokemon went out of bounds countless of times, you were a pure coward. Now, regardless of what destiny I‘ve fumbled upon, I am not afraid of calling you..a FRAUD!
Abysia:… you have quite the nerve, boy. And that’s nothing to celebrate about.
Nix: Does my nerve really matter to you? Or is it that I’ve just said you are a fraud. Portraying some superhuman status with forbidden pokemon power. Pfft, I’ve almost had you. I have friends who can decimate you. You are-
Abysia: Nix, do you really think I want to enslave you for eternity?
Nix: A handful of-… what? What do you mean?
Abysia: Why would you think I’d have my servant say such nonsense?
Nix: Uh… oh. To get the best of me, I guess.
Abysia: Nice. And I’m not the old hag everyone says I am. I am actually a quite young yet accomplished medium.
Nix: Really…
Abysia: Yes, Nix, and I have a few answers for you.
Nix: Answers?
Abysia: To your dreams. That weird dream you had while you spilled yourself onto Sub in the HQ and had a small yet effective glimpse.
Nix: You mean… the Lugia dream…
Abysia: Yes.
Nix: Was that…
Abysia: No, Nix. That was yourself.
Nix: Then, what does that mean?
Abysia: Well, I took the trouble of mind-reading you whilst I battled you, and to tell you the truth, that dream speaks only the truth on your true ambition.
Nix: …which is?
Abysia: Becoming a Lugia hybrid, and obtaining the title of Psychic Master.
Nix: *speechless*
Abysia: Do not be shocked, and make no thought of it. It shall soon sink it. Now, those horripilate dreams you’ve been experiencing. Those aren’t bad omens nor premonitions to those people you saw. Your mother is in no danger, and your father, well he was a good man. But what I’m trying to say is that all these dreams, all have to do with you. They are omens of torture… for you.
Nix: Oh.. that’s…*gulps* reasurring.
Abysia: Do not worry, though. When the time comes, you will be ready to face them.
Nix: Wait, does that mean I’m going to-
Abysia: Nix, time is up. I must release you. Goodbye and keep this confidential for your own good.
Nix: Abysia, wait!

But it was no use. Every particular made up of the strangest woman I’ve ever seen in my life disappeared. I thought she was rather naughty-like and quite pseudo. However, these thoughts quickly vanished when I ascended once more into darkness, feeling completely numb. Suddenly, light flashed at me like a camera, and I was sitting in my HQ dorm, four pokeballs by my bad. I’ve just sessioned at the Shadow Room.

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Mission Summary:
1.) Reached Ecruteak
2.) Investigated on Abysia with folks
3.) Challenged Abysia in the weird house after accepting a deal
4.) Lost miserably
5.) Was introduced to the Shadow Room
6.) Was explained some truths by Abysia
7.) Teleported unscathed to HQ, with Abysia reports.

Revenge

Mission for Nix ONLY

Nix, I am sorry to tell you this but I have recently received news from the Goldenrod City Police Department. They were looking for you, but I couldn't find you at the time so they gave me a message to give to you. Nix, I am sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news but...its about your father. He has passed away. I am deeply and truely sorry for your loss. According to the police it seems that last night Goldenrod City was raved but what the citizens of Goldenrod City could only describe it as a huge silver bird like creature that was lead by a group of evil men. This "silver bird" as they called it might be Lugia. I have went over pictures taken during the rave taken by the citizens and news reporters and I am almost sure its Lugia. The pictures weren't that good but after seeing a shadow of it I'm pretty sure its Lugia.

Also after doing some indepth research I have reason to believe that the "group of evil men" was actually one of our many enemy teams. I have a feeling that Team Lore has come back. Now you probably never heard of Team Lore before but Team Lore is of course an evil team. They play favoritism towards no type of Pokemon but, their one and only desire is to capture legendary Pokemon and add power to their team. And now it seems they have a new legendary Pokemon to add to their collection. Team Lore is lead by two brothers Nostruss and Damus. These two are not to be taken lightly. Nostruss posses a Regice while Damus holds a Jirachi. These two are extremely dangerous along with the rest of their team. And now with the power of Lugia does not make things any better. Be warned though, Team Lore's power used to rival that of Snagem.

Now my reason for telling you this, well I don't think I have to tell you. I know how you must feel knowing that this Team Lore are responsible for your father's death and to add insult to injury it was none other than a Lugia that did the job for them. One more thing which is one ofthe reasons I have for telling you. Kaekun, your rival correct? Well it seems Kaekun also has a hand in this. Kaekun has recently joined up with Team Lore in his quest for power. It was him that sent Team Lore to rave Goldenrod City. His reason for doing this? I do not know, maybe you might know why he would do this.

But now that I have filled you in I have one last bit of information. Team Lore's headquarters is stationed in Kanto. Outside of Saffron city, between Pewter, Cerulean, Celadon, and Saffron City. I know that I won't be able to stop you from attempting to get revenge on your father's death. You would find out sooner or later and rush recklessly in there without knowing anything so I thought it would be best for me to just give you a heads up on what you will be up againest. One last thing, please take one of my Pokemon to assit you. Its the least I can do. Also you may carry a party of six for this mission only. I wish you the best of luck.

Objective- You know what you must do, get your revenge and release Lugia from Team Lore's clutches.

Opposition- Four Team Lore peons with two to four Pokemon each of any type, second, main evo and up. You choose how many they hold and stuff. Also your rival will be there, he of course posses a full party of Pokemon. And you might stumble upon Nostruss and Damus, I do know that they hold fully evolved Pokemon and their legends so try to not engage in battle with them at all costs. Also be careful, they might send Lugia after you.

Pokemon- You may snag one Pokemon avaible at your rank. No legends of course.

Rewards- Your revenge and varies from there.

3rd Person

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The recent news was still not fully digested. Nix’s brain was only able to nibble at its end for every few minutes, until finally; it dropped down on him like a stone in a pond. Now, he understood that with every perfection emotional manoeuvre life makes you work up to, it drastically slices the other limb off. Being fully contempt was not possible, there is always the cold harsh grasp that reality has which comes every now and then to choke the energy out of you. But Nix was not null of energy, now. He was blasting with it, like a club would blast music out of its speakers. The bass boost was on, and he was shooting to kill. The mighty crime that would ensure his life in human jail. Murder. Homicide. But it was just, perfect. The other piece of bread halving the sandwich. His father was taken away from; now the deal was to be cut in two, the final trade to be made. He’d shake hands with the devil and pull the plant of its pot. Kill him.

Nix had a hard time trying to search in his past a time where he loathed someone as much as now. While he strode out of HQ in a vigorous rage storm, packing a party of six, including Sub’s Metagross, he could remember no-one as hated as Kaekun. The same rival he used to fight when he was a little boy. He never hated him before, Nix just thought Kae was another enemy to be beat, to be cautious of. Not childishly disliked.

Until now. There was nothing childish or innocent about what Kae did. The most unpleasant and rage-filling truth was that Nix knew exactly why Kae did this. To ensnare his rival in rage and blindly look for him, leaving enough information to find him, and ignorantly try to kill him, whence a whole organized team backed him up. Single-handedly. Well, unfortunately, Nix had no better mind than to do this. He would receive help from no-one, except of course Sub who volunteered himself.

Within all these thoughts, Nix had conjured Etherena out of his pokeball, and had ordered him to fly to Goldenrod, without question. Fresh from the soaring clouds, the Dragonair descended, and Nix observed clearly a battered version of the once pompous Goldenrod City he knew. It was drenched in collision and destruction. It was the wreckage of an earthquake and a hurricane. Whatever Lugia which had did this, was quite cautious to blow hell into every building. A true demonstration of negative destructive power.

Nix landed on the main boulevard of Goldenrod city, which was littered with building windows, office desks and other corporate building ornaments. He kayaked through the debris and headed towards the police department. Once he entered, Nix found himself with very vast line of people who were now rendered homeless, or was claiming local security. Nix did not want to imagine the lines of people at the Insurance Company, if it was still standing. Perched on a waiting chair, was a sack of miserable robes and almost fully clothed face. Nix recognized this once nice pieces of clothing now a behemoth of dirty wool sat upon this chair as his mother, Limstella. He got close to her and sat down next to her.

Nix: Mother…
Limstella: Go away!
Nix: Mother… it’s-
Limstella: No! NIX! NIX! AAAAH NIX, IT WAS TERRIBLE, IT WAS TE-
Nix: *embraces her with a wince in his face* I know Mother, calm down. Shut up.
Limstella: *weeps loudly*

Nix finally decides to leave her mother outside the Police Department, to a unscathed bench outside. They sit down and she continues to cry uncontrollably, Nix not letting go, as if fearing she would fall apart.

Limstella: Nix…There is something you have to understand..
Nix: I know what happened...
Limstella: How did you...
Nix: Don’t worry about that now, Mom. I just need you to tell me if you have someplace to live still.
Limstella: Yes... yes, the apartment is still standing.. I do.. don’t worry about me, Nix I’m just..
Nix: I DO worry, Mom. Now I need you to go back to the apartment.
Limstella: WHAT?! OH NO, YOU ARE NOT SENDING ME BACK IN THERE, YOU ARE NOT YOUR FATHER.
Nix: MOTHER, I CAN’T RISK LOSING YOU TOO, OK?
Limstella:..*stiff, then loosens into a weep*
Nix: It’s just… you are the only person I can call family.
Limstella: Nix.. what are you going to do?
Nix: I’m going to avenge my father’s death.
Limstella: *chokes* WHAT?
Nix: You heard me well, mother.
Limstella: Nix, you are completely mad! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF DESTRUCTION THAT BIRD IS CAPABLE OF?
Nix: I do. It is my symbolic pokemon, Mom, you know that. I have all the elements necessary to defeat it.
Limstella: YOU, I WON’T LET YOU GO! I, TOO, WILL NOT LET ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAMILY GET KILLED BY A STUPID BIRD!
Nix: Mother, I love you very much. But if you call Lugia stupid once more, I shall cease to speak to you again. That’s how much this means to me.
Limstella:….arrogant like your father…
Nix: Now go, I’m as pissed off as it is.

Nix’s mother stood up suddenly, shaking in anger. Maybe she was angry at Nix, maybe at herself, maybe at the fate that was lead on to her. Nix could not blame her anger, but he had to make sure she was safe. Once Limstella was out of sight, Nix sighed and left. He never thought he would be as dominant with his mother as this, and did not like it one bit. But he thought it was the only way to ensure her safety, and above all, his full and desired vengeance.

Nix had a word with the Police Department, and like Sub, they generalized Team Lore’s base within the quadrant area of Pewter City, Cerulean City, Celadon City and Saffron City. It was looming near Mt. Moon, but not exactly on it. It was well hidden and untraceable. Nix was beginning to think that it might be harder to locate the base than to fight whatever there is in it. After a day of brawling reactions, tiresome questioning and investigation, Nix put aside his thoughts of ruthless murder for a second, and returned at his mother’s department at midnight and sighed. He ate something smoking in the fridge and went to his old bedroom, which was exactly the same as he left. Nix entered his bed, releasing Michelle (“Finally!”), in his sleep writing a letter of vendetta to the devil himself.

---o---

Night took off, and morning rang up the hood. The sky belched its first clouds being tainted an orange juice colour. Nix turned his alarm clock off at 7 AM, and silently took off from his house. Seeing that most of the facilities of Goldenrod City were reduced to s**t, he took off on his Dragonair back to Kanto to investigate Team Lore’s whereabouts.

Nix arrived at Saffron before too long and entered a cyber café. He ordered an Expresso and rented a computer for an hour. He plugged his Pokepalm onto the USB port, and started googling Team Lore. He went through various public police articles concerning Team Lore. The most recent being a few weeks about, where havoc was caused somewhere near the coasts of Hoenn, close to Slateport. There had been a turmoil including a couple of boats being flipped over, completely devastated, no deaths, but veteran sailors said they smelled the aroma of Navel Rock in the air, and believed whatever had attacked them had gone underwater after flying from Navel Rock.

Nix, then, got into Wikipedia and started researching Navel Rock. It was said to be a mystic Island where legendary pokemon were inhabited. Soon enough, a picture of Lugia came up the screen along with Navel Rock known facts. A vein throbbed in Nix’s temple. He read at the very bottom of a page, an external link to an article of Team Lore’s. It was one he already had read, but it was a bit more insight. He saw a picture of Lugia’s tail disappearing over the horizon in a place he esteemed was Mt. Moon. He imported this picture into his Pokepalm, alongside with its location, and some information on Team Lore.

Draining the last centimetres of his expresso, he quickly left the cyber café, forgetting to pay in anxiety. He raced to the outsides of Saffron, went through the northern gates to Cerulean and popped his hoverboard out.

He reached Cerulean in a little less than an hour, and noon struck his face. There wasn’t a shadow to be seen in all of Cerulean. He bagged his hoverboard and looked around. Once again, a city he had never been too. The only thing his father even mentioned of Cerulean City was the babe of a gym leader he battled there, and the Cerulean Cave, which had its entrance blocked by local security.

Nix asked a few old folks sat on a bench where Mt. Moon was at. They pointed him West, and his calculations were going well for now. He estimated Team Lore’s base would be around route 4. He thanks the polite geezers and pops his hoverboard out once more, and flies due route 4. After twenty minutes of hovering, he reaches the outsides of Cerulean and encounters a few acres of grass, and up ahead, in a foggy horizon, a large mountainous sight. Mt. Moon. There were some wild pokemon meddling around the grassy areas, but Nix paid them no mind. He tries to sight anything recognizable that he had seen in the image in Saffron. He takes out his Pokepalm and starts viewing the images he downloaded from the computer.

After half an hour of fruitless sight seeing, Nix finally sits down on the grass, nearby some stupid Spearows. He glares at them, and rubs his sinuses. The two Spearow then look at each other and start shrieking their names into the air. Nix is greatly aroused by these sudden cries and stands up in shock.

“What the hell…”

The Spearows start frolicking around in the grass, doing some uncoordinated ritual. Then, Nix gets a better look at them. They had a sort of geometrical feel to them. Then, Nix finally realized that they were machines, as their wings creaked metallically. Nix got up, and kicked the toy Spearows, just to spite them. The victim of Nix’s foot flew a few yards and crashed, tearing itself apart with the ground, baring wires. Nix saw that it had a camera inside of its robotic structure and suddenly thought of Darts.

Then, from his back, he heard a much louder shriek emanate from another robot kin. A Fearow was perched on a looming shade tree near him. Nix sweat dropped, and stepped back a little. The Fearow was loaded with ammunition and started making revving sounds. Nix, acting on instinct, began to run… fast. He heard ripples of bullets dart right behind his heels as he frantically sped through the savannah. Finally, he unleashed Etherena and it Fire Blasted the Fearow into a crud of metallic waste.

A small seismic shudder came from the ground, and Nix heard a monotone whistle come from nowhere. The whistle grew louder in volume, until it fell into the category of alarm. Then, that of a boat horn. The ground tore apart, but actually it didn’t. The grass and the dirt were synthetic, and it split easily, folding into nothing, and there was a large bottomless pit in the ground. From the large hole, then started coming all sorts of metallic sounds, and Nix half expected a robotic Godzilla to come out of it. Instead, the first thing to “pop” out of the “rabbit hole” was a flag. A flag which was perched upon a large pointed turret, that then kept on rising into what seemed a fortress. The hole expanded, and became much wider.

Slowly, Nix began to discover the whereabouts of Team Lore’s base.

Without much reason, Nix checked his watch. It was 1 PM. Then, he had a crude thought that this base had a routine for appearing and disappearing. Nix wondered why. The tree leaves around the base were abnormally expanded when the base had surfaced earth, acting as sound barriers, so Cerulean citizens would not hear the large awakening of a corporate hell hole in the middle of nothing.

Then, synthetic largely mounded and steep hills were placed around the base, Nix sliding to base of one of them, so passerby-ers from Mt. Moon would not spot the base. Ingenious. But it was not a full-proof cover, for Nix had discovered it.

Shrugging off his modesty, Nix checked his surroundings. He was in what seemed like a moat without water. The fortress was huge, and it was surrounded by even large hills that seemed like grassy mountains. He was in between the base of the hills and the walls of the Fortress. The hills circled the Fortress, and it seemed like there was no way out. Nix quickly returned Etherena as he spotted a guard coming out of the facility to smoke a f**. He places himself flat on one of the walls, and slowly turns to look at the guard.

The guard suddenly turned away, he had been called from inside.

Nix took the chance to speed past from where the guard had been, and notice that two monolithic, enormous doors and creaked closed, followed from the guard’s entry. Nix’s jaws loosened to the sight of these large doors, and stopped in his tracks. Suddenly, a poisonous sensation shot up his brain. Rage tensing his metacarpals and nerves, flowing in him like blood, WITH his blood. Nix unattached a pokeball from his side, Michelle, and threw it in front of the large entrance. The Espeon looked at Nix, and looked back at the entrance.

“Psychic.”

Michelle growled under her breath, and then another pokemon spawned beside her, Metagross.

“Psychic.”

Both pokemon faced the large entrance, which began to glow a deep lilac colour. Then a final third pokemon was unleashed from Nix’s roster, Goo.

“Sludge Bomb.”

Goo thrashed his arms about, and started gluing his own toxic waste into the large forsaken door in abusive amounts, and it slowly burned through the door’s material.

The ruckus, Nix thought, sure enough should have been noticed from inside, but he got no feedback on his attacks on the door entrance. The two psychic pokemon managed to creek the fantastically giant doors a few meters open, and Goo’s constant pollution managed to burn a hole in the middle of the two doors. The shape of the Nix-made entrance was that of a crotch. Not the best kind, but somehow effective. Nix returned his pokemon, and Metagross, and crept inside.

He was reminded of a Cathedral with the height of the ceiling inside. There was a grand Entrance, and various corridors stemming from a Great Hall. It looked like a modernized castle, full of plastic and metal. Screens all over the place, pictures and posters of legendary pokemon. It was truly the team’s stronghold. There was a screen that replayed all of the mischief and damage the team had caused, just to reproduce their bragging rights. Slowly, Nix observed how the screen faded into Goldenrod’s now destroyed landscape…

He saw no more.

Nix ran into the middle of the Great Hall. The place was full of scientists, people in navy blue uniforms, but no-one took notice or cared about Nix. He suddenly felt frustrated. Then, a scientist tapped his back.

“Are you a new recruit? You have to go down over he-”

The scientist took a punch to his face. Out of pure animal instinct, Nix kept punching the hell out of this poor innocent scientist. His victim started yelling and gurgling blood. Nix started elbowing his stomach, causing him to wheeze over and fall to the floor. There, Nix stopped.

He had just realized what he had done.

“Guards! SEIZE HIM!”

A voice from behind.

Nix had beat up, for all he knew, an innocent scientist. But this scientist worked for a Team that killed his father. Killed… his … FATHER.

Suddenly, fog seemed to envelop him. It was a dark brownish colour. Nix tried to fight it, but his breath shortened. Quickly, he unleashed Candela.

“Shadow Ball!”

The Jolteon’s jagged fur started to glow darker. At the tip of her fur’s spikes grew small shadow balls which all filtered into a large jagged end on her head, and formed a large Shadow Ball, which was fired upon Nix. He saw this ball of energy come right near him, even through the dark mysterious fog, but it did not hit him, if not smashed into the surface of the fog, which wasn’t actually fog, if not a Dusclops enveloping Nix into its hollow body.

The Dusclops staggered, and virtually threw up Nix, who fell to the floor only feet near it. Nix quickly got up, waiting for the Dusclops to retaliate.

A tall man with a navy blue uniform appeared behind the Ghost pokemon. Nix eyed him with a stern look, and Candela stepped in front of Nix. They both said nothing to their adversaries, if not to their pokemon.

“Earthquake!”

Nix half expecting this move to come up, ordered Candela to use Agility. The Dusclops slammed a hollow fist to ground and aimed a fissure to crack right underneath the Jolteon. Candela, however, sped right past it, skidding off the walls in excellent agility. Her image was a blur. Nix had never seen her go this fast, not even in the Pokemon Contest.

“Fake Tears!”

Candela, then, stopped flying up the walls and landed right in front of the Ghost Pokemon. Large, dark energy induced tears started flowing from her face, penetrating into the look of the Dusclops. The Ghost pokemon shuffled his hands nervously, and looked away to its master.

“…DARK PULSE!”

The Dusclops raised its hand and stretched out its fingers. Out of the palm of its hand, he shot out rings of dark energy towards Candela. Unable to avoid them, she was caught in the middle of the attack, and was flown back to the wall. She straightened up quickly, tensing the fangs on her fur.

“Thunder!”

Candela, once more, stood extremely tensed, fur fangs barred, and shot out a Thunder Attack that sprawled through the air all the way to the Dusclops that got a mouthful of it and was shocked beyond repair.

The peon returned his fainted pokemon, and unleashed Hitmontop. Quickly, Nix return Candela, and take out Michelle. He wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Top, make it quick, In Fight!”

The Hitmontop started spinning ferociously, using all of its fighting potential to approach Michelle and try to decimate her. The Espeon, being deemed more speed, quickly reacts with a Psybeam and thwarts away the attack, leaving the fighting pokemon painted on the wall.

“Aerial Ace!”

“Reflect!”

Michelle quickly produces a thick transparent wall around her, while the Hitmontop begins to spin madly again, slicing through the reflect, scraping the Espeon, having his power reduced by the reflect.

“Michelle, flush this Christmas garment top out of its spinning misery, Psychic!”

The Espeon’s eyes flashed purple once more, and she bellowed a wave of telekinetic energy into the Hitmontop, catching him in the air and causing epileptic damage to it, making his arms and legs creek under an ominous glow.

The Fighting type fell to the ground in a heap of muscle, and the trainer returned it, reluctant to have met Michelle. Then, he straightened up and grabbed a last remaining pokeball from his pocket and threw it, releasing a Walrein. Again, Nix returns Michelle, and throws Candela out again.

A small manoeuvre of the wind, and tension grew enormously inside the battle. Nix imagining his father yelping for help under the fat of the Walrein. The Lore peon was on his last pokemon, a possibly his strongest one. Though however strong, if failed at electricity. Confident, Nix looks above his Jolteon, onto his enemy’s eyes.

“Thunder.”

The air cackled with light.

“Earthquake.”

The ground shook up dust.

Up, over the air, an arm of pure venomous energy reached out, spearing through space to reach the Walrein and swallow it in electricity. Below, on the floor, a new fissure ripped through the ground, the floor opening its mouth, trying to swallow the Jolteon.

The Thunder hit first, enveloping the Walrein massively, every inch of its ice-cold skin is flashing white and sizzling to a crisp. Hot sparks of electricity emanating from its body, until it finally collapsed into the ground.

The Earthquake rattled Candela violently. She was blown out of balance, and hit a wall with her back, and slid down quickly to the floor. She was heavily hit, clinging on the last remnants of HP, but still having it going. The trainers was defeated, and whited out. I gave her a hyper potion, and in little time, she was back on track.

The peon runs away, and the sea of people suddenly get attacked by Moses and splits in two. Nix runs in the middle of all of them, being granted the way, and follows the peon to wherever he might be going. The peon takes a detour, and Nix is encountered with another peon, a woman this time.

“Stop!”

Nix does not halt, and he pushes the woman away, in murderous lust.

Five seconds after of running down the aisle, after pushing the female peon, Nix receives a jolt of electricity from his back. He falls forward, temporarily shocked at the random voltage. Then, motives for his nerves to move again are granted and he lifts himself up, quickly dusting his shirt. He looks right back into the direction of the electrical shock, and finds the same puny peon with an Electabuzz.

Quickly, Nix unsheathes a pokeball and releases Etherena, to counter electricity.

Woman: Ah! Very well. Electabuzz, Ice punch!
Nix:…Dragon dive.

The Electabuzz literally spat on its fist and blew up a large chunk of ice and swung a fist over at Etherena. The Dragonair was caught in it, and managed to crack through the Ice Punch, recoiling damage and lunging straight at Electabuzz as if he were fired from a revolver. Etherena’s body was glowing mystically and left a trail of deep blue dust in the air. The dragon slammed into the electric type, and rebounded off a wall to regain its posture. The Electabuzz was shaken, and flew back into stance.

Etherena was quite shaken by the first ice move of the Electabuzz, and slightly struggled to stay calm. Nix taking notice in this began to think. Whilst Nix pondered, Etherena realized it was paralyzed, and so shed his skin effectively.

Etherena, then, without warning, lunges onto Electabuzz, without waiting for Nix’s orders. Nix had nothing in mind, anyways. Etherena was going insanely mad and produced various Outrage attacks, smacking, slamming, gripping and wrapping the hell out of Electabuzz, full of STAB, and glowing ominously deep blue. The Electabuzz did its best to eject a discharge attack, which hit Etherena but clearly did not stop him. The Electabuzz finally laid fainted on the floor, and the Dragonair deeply confused.

Both Nix and the peon return their pokemon. Nix, then, releases Goo, his Muk and the opposite trainer her Scyther.

“Blade Test!”

”Flamethrower!”

The Scyther’s bladed arms darkened to black, and started hacking away at Goo, who got splashed with these blades in his thick poisonous skin. Then, the Muk vastly opened its mouth and blew out a tongue of flame out to Scyther, who rapidly caught fire. The bug pokemon started to frolic madly and went insane as one of its sickles caught fire.

The trainer, taking advantage of this fury, called for a Fury Cutter. The Scyther then hacked away at the Muk once more with its blades on fire. Though, Goo absorbed these attacks, and shot out a Sludge Bomb that drenched the Scyther in stench, and it passes out after series of delirious slashes in the air.

The peon returns her Scyther, and unleashes her final Pokemon, Sudowoodo, a pokemon Nix had never seen before, but had heard of. Nix returned his Muk, and took out Innes. Both pokemon stood levelled, waiting for their masters’ call to arms.

“Sudo, Earthquake!”

“Innes, quick, Focus Bomb!”

The Combusken clapped both hands together, and started shaking vigorously. Then, he actually levitated a few inches from the ground, and shout out at the Sudowoodo, with its claws bared, spinning like a torpedo in the air. Even before the rock pokemon had time to begin the Earthquake, Innes incrusted his fists and feet into the rock pokemon, madly pounding it to a crisp, full of STAB and weakness points. Focus Bomb, being deemed a special attack move, ate through Sudowoodo’s special defense, and it lay fainted on the ground after Innes was done butchering.

Woman: GAH! *returns pokemon* you will see the better of this team!

The peon then finishes with evacuating the scene, and leaving Nix alone with his Combusken.

Nix, then, heard voices from one of the aisles of the corridor, and peered cautiously through one of the hallways. Quickly, he grew impatient and flew into the aisle. It led to another big hall and then found a swish of a black cloak. His eyes narrowed greatly, and rage pulsated through his limbs, as he ran in scent of this new perception. He finds himself entering a room, which door’s quickly closes behind him.

In front of him is a peon, nonetheless, and beyond that peon, yet another door.

Nix: GAH, I’M TIRED OF YOU GUYS!
Man: …
Nix: Speak, MONGREL
Man: …
Nix: Stop saying “…”!
Man: Ok.
Nix: Oh my… Etherena!
Man: Arcanine!

Nix’s Dragonair flew out of his ball into the fray. The Arcanine spawned opposite to Dragonair, leering menacing eyes into its fiends. Etherena, oblivious to this childish play, executed a Dragon Dance, vigorously shaking in ancient movements. He got his freak on, old school.

The peon ordered his Arcanine to dragon pulse, taking in account Dragonair’s type, and the Arcanine spat out rings of deep blue energy at Etherena. The dragon pokemon was engulfed in these rings, and received at painfully, getting enough damage to make his face go sour. Nix threw in a Hyper Potion, and Etherena stood back up, quickly relieved.

“Aqua Tail!”

With his Attack and Speed pumped a notch, the Dragonair’s tail grew blue, and he slammed it into the Arcanine. Arcanine’s face sped through the room, smudged with a blue mark from the Aqua Tail. It retaliated with an Extreme Speed, which caught Etherena off guard, and he slammed into the wall opposite to him.

“Surf!”

Etherena, then, started dancing as water filled the room and lunged at Arcanine, drenched in weakness. It dropped unconscious on the floor before long. Nix, again, healed Etherena with a super potion and returned him, as the peon returned his Arcanine.

The peon threw his Steelix’s ball, and Nix threw Innes’s with a grin on his face.

The large Steel column pokemon appeared from out of the pokeball, and the Fighting/Fire type also spawned from its own ball, facing the Steel/Ground type. The Combusken pumped his legs up and down, just to warm up a sizzle his muscles, while the Steelix uncoiled itself.

“Slam!”

“Flamethrower!”

The Steelix quickly punted itself forward towards Innes, and whipped its massive tail in his direction. Innes got a tail-ful of steel in his face, but stood back up to eject a thick layer of flame upon Steelix’s skin. The Steelix took this flaming blow quite seriously, and slammed Innes back with a Stone Edge, impaling the point of its steel clad tail into Innes. Innes, then, got a mouthful of it and was blasted back to the wall, feeling weary as he got back up.

“Finish it! Overheat!”

The Combusken, limping, stood up and screwed his face up. The Steelix rebounded to his posture after the Stone Edge and was instructed to Earthquake. Though, Innes caught the opportunity to strike first. Shimmers of flares spawned around him. Innes started shooting fireworks out of his back, when finally… he thrust both of his fists forward, and opened his beak and shot out an enormous dragon-shaped flame at Steelix. The ironed snake caught it with an obnoxious look on his face, and it was blasted to the other side of the room, blowing a hole through the wall, finally ending up sprawled in the next aisle, completely fainted.

Nix gave Innes a super potion, so it could relax, and returned him; right after the peon returned his Steelix. The peon, then, released a Fearow, while Nix followed with a nefarious smile with Candela.

Nix ordered the Jolteon to execute a quick thundershock, while Fearow’s master ordered a Drill Peck. Candela got the chance first, and shot a zig-zagged wire of electricity through the air at Fearow, who caught it with its left wing, which twitched terribly. The bird pokemon swooped down and delivered a machine gun of pecks at Candela, who tried to thwart this obnoxious attack with another thundershock.

The Fearow then gained altitude and swooped up again. Candela used agility and skilfully walked up the walls in sheer speed, only to bounce off the surface of one of the walls and deliver a Thunder Fang at Fearow in mid-air, biting it until it fell to the ground in electrical shock. Both the Jolteon and the Fearow loss altitude and fell together on the floor, the Fearow fainted, and Candela dazed and confused by the fall.

Fearow’s master returned it, and looked at Nix, who smiled disdainfully whilst he returned his Candela. Nix had the bad habit of forgetting about everything when he battled, and finally recovered the motion of why he was here, and that very thought shot the smirk off his face.

The peon clutched a last pokeball, and threw it on the ground, revealing a Kangaskhan, who barely fitted in the room. Nix secured Candela’s ball and took out his Muk.

Goo’s hands groped around the floor, leaving a mess. The Kangaskhan looked at Goo with a bit of disgust, but nevertheless, stayed alert for its master’s orders. Nix ordered his Muk to Sludge Bomb, while Kangaskhan was ordered to Dizzy Punch. The giant kangaroo sped to strike first, and smashed a fist into Goo’s messy skin. Most of Goo’s skin absorbed the move, and in a way, Goo was able to trap Kangaskhan’s fist inside his body with his sheer thickness, in a way, cuffing the pokemon’s wrist into him, while he grossly spat out a Sludge Bomb right in Kangaskhan’s face.

The Kangaskhan was grossed out, and managed with all of its strength to pull its arm out of the unfortunate place it had been placed in. Finally, the pokemon manages to pull out his limb from the Muk and threw an enraged, poorly aimed Mega Punch that hit more the floor than Goo. The poison type, then, retaliated with a Brick Break, blowing both his hands up into rock hard sludge and slamming a fist into the Kangaskhan who flew back and hit the opposite wall.

The parent pokemon got up, walking sloppily from left to right as if it were part zombie, and prepared an Arm Hammer move. However, Goo got the upperhand of the situation and blows out a Dust Shoot, smearing sludge and venomous dust into Kangaskhan, rendering completely grossed out and most of all, fainted.

The peon frustratedly returned his normal type and whited out. Nix returned his Goo, and raced over to the escaping peon. The peon gave a hot pursuit down a long hall way. Nix sped as fast as he could, and he had no other idea than to chuck a spare pokeball at the peon’s backhead. He, granted lucky accuracy, achieved rocking the back of the peon’s head with a pokeball, and the peon tripped in surprise and fell to the ground.

Nix flew on top of him, and pinned his arms into a lock he had seen on TV.

Nix: WHERE IS HE?
Peon: Eugh…pbpbpbpb…
Nix: SPEAK YOU MONGREL!
Peon: Who are you?!
Nix: *putting pressure on his head* WHERE IS HE?
Peon: Ugh… ACK! WHERE.. WHO?
Nix:…KAEKUN
Peon: What.. who?! AH! THERE! *points*

Nix’s wrestle bud pointed across the corridor to what the common video game society would characterize as a “ZELDA BOSS ROOM DOOR”. It was a large gold platted door with a large keyhole in the middle.

Nix: Who bears the key to-

Right out of nowhere, a Needle Arm appeared and sucker punched Nix into the next pokemon generation. Nix flew to the corridor wall and was slammed like pudding to it. His vision became foggy and disordered. In the fray, he could vaguely decipher a Cacturne alongside another Lore peon in navy blue.

Nix placed both his hands on the cold ground, and pushed himself up, grabbing straps of consciousness here and there. Finally, he snapped out the dizziness from him, and saw clearly that in the course of asking the key bearer to the peon and not finishing the question, he had found the answer.

Cacturne’s trainer was, in fact, the bloody key holder. The peon taunted Nix with the key, dangling it from his chest like if it were some elixir for p***s enlargement. Nix, not in the mood for any smart-buttness, pulls his hair out of the way of his eyes, and releases Innes with much hesitation.

The Scarecrowed Cactus peered obliviously into Innes who eyed it nervously.

“Energy Ball!”

“Sky Uppercut!”

The Cacturne clamped both its hands together to blow up a green leafy ball of light and blasted it at Innes, who got the full handle of it, though proved a bit ineffective. Innes, then, jumped up over at Cacturne and crouched right under its chin, and sprang upwards with all its might to deem a powerful uppercut into the grass pokemon.

The Cacturne flew up to the roof and smashed its head on the ceiling and then fell back down again. Innes, then, proceeded with a flamethrower, burning the life out of its other type weakness, already having served its dark roots. The Cacturne, in spite of all these weak points, managed to get on its feet miraculously and smashed a return attack into Innes who flew back into the wall. Then, the Cacturne sprouted an Ingrain, and started healing its burned leaves.

Innes quickly conjured a fire blast, and threw the asterisk into the Ingraining Cacturne, who was scorched into a faint.

The peon quickly returns his precious Cacturne, and smirks at Nix.

“That’s how you play at it? Fine…”

A second later, a Kirlia is twirling a dance alongside her master. Nix, confident in his pokemon, did not swap for type advantage. Nix eyed the Kirlia, who had a promiscuous look to her face. He actually took a slight liking into this pokemon, even though she was foe to his objective. He ordered Innes to use Shadow Claw. Kirlia’s master ordered a Psychic attack.

Innes was first to attack. His claws turned a dark purple color and he hacked them at Kirlia, who received heavy damage on impact. She span around a couple of circles and regain composure, only to retaliate with a Psychic attack, which became fatal for Innes, as he levitated up in the air, his face full of pain, body outlined in purple eerie-ness, and was thrown like a rag doll to the nearest, hardest wall. He slid down that very well, and laid fainted on the ground. Nix’s jaw dropped, and he kicked himself virtually.

Nix returned his Combusken and released Michelle.

Michelle: You said you needed my help!
Nix: I’m sorry, I know… now I do.
Michelle: …
Nix: Look, I’m at a certain temper.
Michelle: Alright.. fine..
Nix: Shadow ball!

The Espeon stared into the other psychic pokemon, and her eyes glow dark purple like Innes’s claws had once down, and shot out a Shadow Ball attack, the beam of energy emanating from her eyes supernaturally. The Shadow Ball hit Kirlia, once again deeming super effective damage. Nix did not think twice.

He threw an Ultra Ball at the psychic pokemon, and snagged it after three wriggles.

Nix: Ha! Now… that key. Michi.
Michelle: Aye.

The peon, outraged that Nix had just snagged his own pokemon, started flailing as Michelle executed a Psychic attack on him, robustly liberating the key from his neck, almost choking him and making him fly across the room, while delivering the key into Nix’s hands.

Nix: Thank you, Michi. *patpat*
Michelle: *purr*

Nix stroked the key in observation. It was a modest, simple looking key. He looked defiantly into the door that separated his inner rage, with his outer rage. He knew the moment he set eyes on Kaekun, he would have no incentive for sanity until he murdered that man.

He reached the end of the hallway, and inserted the key into its rightful crotch. It took a while to fit it in as it was too clumsily large for Nix to handle, but finally fitted in, and Nix turned it. The door made a loud clicking sound, and it opened easily inwards.

Nix stepped in. >> << >>

The door led Nix into a large grand suite. It looked like a presidential hall of pleasure, full of plush rags hanging from the ceiling. This was most probably the most important room in the whole facility. Inside this room, highly contrasting with the hotel aroma, were a few dozens of whizzing super computers, showing pictures and film of legendary pokemon such as Raikou, Moltres and Groudon. Nix’s eyes darted in all directions. The room just did not end, and camouflaged in this entire bedazzling detour Nix had made inside the building, stood an ominous figure.

A figure Nix longed he’d see from the moment he was informed of his father’s loss. The silhouette of a Absol’s mane loomed out in a mysterious shadow projected from nowhere in particular. Nix missed this figure, until finally, he was aware something was amiss.

Then, he caught him.

The first thing he was going to say, was to be said, in Nix’s desire, after he murdered Kaekun, that would go something like “…scum.”

But he didn’t get the mighty satisfaction too. The second he realized his rival stood right before him, just a few metres apart, Nix did all he could to dash right into him, just to sink his fist into the man’s face. However, that went terribly wrong.

Kaekun faint attacked out of sight, and Nix landed in one of the supercomputers, crashing into its screen. Then, Nix turns around, and he is face to face with a Grovyle. He pulls out Goo’s pokeball and unleashes him.

Nix: FIGHT ME COWARD!
Kaekun: I am.
Nix: Mark my words, you are not leaving this place alive, Kae.
Kaekun: I am not worried, for nor will you.
Nix: …I will make you…swallow what you have just said… and what you have done.
Kaekun: Ha-ha-ha. See how I tremble, Nix. I am impressed you’ve frolicked long enough with this place’s security to end up here. Quite impressive. Sadly, your expedition comes to halt quite suddenly.
Nix: You’ve already lost to many times against me, Kaekun.
Kaekun:…there was a time where I won. A time I sensed the same thing I am sensing now. The time I had Shona to wallop your father’s petty Linoone.
Nix: GYAAAAH! GOO SLUDGE BOMB!
Kaekun: That’s it… Albert, Hidden power!

Nix’s Goo smudged a large amount of Sludge upon the Grovyle, drenching it in poison. Albert was hit with super-effective damage, but never the less, managed to focus a Hidden Power attack, making things fly at the Muk randomly. Goo was walloped with chairs and computer screens.

“Dust Storm!”

“Iron Tail!”

Albert was first to strike this time. His spiky leafy tail grew a steel plated color, and smashed into Goo’s skin harshly. Goo’s sludge splashed disgustingly, but he managed to engulf Albert’s tail in his liquid skin, and make him stick to his gooey surface. There, he blew out a large exhalation of toxic air, sludge and dust from his massive mouth into the Grovyle who became completely intolerant to it, and laid fainted on the ground, with his tail still trapped into the Muk’s skin.

Kaekun looked at, for him, the obnoxious Muk and returned his Grovyle. Both of the rivals eyed each other. One throwing a large look of spite into the other. Nix grabbed the first win, and was soon sure of the raging electric energy pulsating around his limbs, that he would nix all odds of Kae’s success.

Kaekun, then calmly looked from Nix to his Muk, then down to a pokeball in his hand. He holds this pokeball high in the air, and lets it fall from his palm, into the floor, releasing Fanqania. Nix flinched momentarily, knowing this wasn’t the best chance for Goo, but stood by his pokemon nonetheless.

“Giga Drain!”

“Land Power.”

Regretting his decision almost instantly, the Nidoqueen was quickest to strike, and slammed a fist into the floor, making the whole ground shake, and Goo in the middle of all this land seizure, fainted, without Giga draining.

Quickly, Nix reaches for a pokemon he had forgot to use throughout his whole stay at the facility, save the entrance. Sub’s Metagross. He kicked himself mentally, and released Sub’s psychic type into the fray. Kaekun eyed this pokemon suspiciously, not expecting it at all, and ordered another Land Power from Fanqania. Metagross looked sternly into the Nidoqueen, and was ordered to Psychic.

As the Nidoqueen readied to pound another fist into the ground, it stopped in its tracks. Slowly, an eerie surrounding of a purple colour outlined her, and she started wincing, until her face was of pure terror. Metagross had a limb extended, pointed at Fanqania, marionetting her across the air, until she violently smashed into more of the supercomputers, struggling to stand up.

She tried a final Land Power attack, but Metagross was quick to Electrolevitate before it hit him. Then, finally, Metagross latched out a Grass Rope attack that enrolled Fanqania into a new school of pain making her toss her large body over the floor, finally fainting.

Kaekun, completely unhappy with Nix’s new pokemon, returns his Nidoqueen, and immediately sends out Shona. Nix cautiously looked at Metagross. He was low on health items, with only two hyper potions left, and some revives. He was low on options here, and needed a little less than a miracle to survive the famous pokemon white out. He quickly ordered Metagross to Earthquake Shona.

Kaekun, with the same preoccupation as Nix, orders Shona to use Eruption on Metagross.

Two heavy attacks deemed on two heavy pokemon. Roughly Kae’s strongest pokemon against Nix’s strongest. It was quite a packed thrill. The Metagross was first to plunge its massive legs into the floor to cause seismic havoc. Shona was heavily disgruntled, and then laid on four legs, his back burning wildly. Then finally, lava ejaculates out of his back onto Metagross, into a massive fire attack.

Nix was lucky Metagross weakened Shona with Earthquake heavily; if not that Eruption attack was sure to KO Metagross. The steel type hung on its last threads of HP, as did the Typhlosion.

“Reminiscent Headbutt!”

Metagross slowly stood up; determine to finish off Shona with a STAB induced attack. The Typhlosion was about to flamethrower it, but Metagross quickly smashed its square head into the Typhlosion, and upon contact, Shona grew a distant purple colour, and smashed into the wall his back faced, now smeared upon it. Upon a few seconds of waiting for a signal of life, Kaekun took his Typhlosion as fainted and returned it, filling with rage inside.

“No…”

The large door where Nix had entered slammed open violently. Two figures perched at its entrance. Their darkened silhouettes stepped up to Kaekun who was eyeing his next pokeball with hatred. Both figures stepped up right next to Kaekun, one on each side.

“Nostruss… Damus…”

Nostruss: Is there any problem, Kaekun?
Damus: We are hearing you aren’t doing too well.
Kaekun:…Do not bother me, fickle humans.
Nostruss: There are things you have promised us, hybrid.
Damus: We’re just here to make sure you go through what you promised.
Nostruss: Now if it so happens that your actions do not live up to YOUR OWN expectations… now… we might end up not listening to your little threads of advise… and send a certain something after you.
Kaekun: Do not threaten those you do not bestow under your grip, human. I’m here to lead us to victory, not spoil under your breathless threats.
Damus: That’s m’boy.
Nostruss: Now, who the hell is this guy?
Kaekun: Just some trouble.
Damus: Big trouble, I’d say.
Nostruss: Yeah. Maybe we’ll have to unleash some trouble ourselves, if you aren’t enough to hold him down.
Kaekun: You wouldn’t.
Nostruss: Oh yes we would.
Kaekun: Very well… though your visions are unnecessary. I have this pawn.
Damus: Let us see how you do.
Nostruss: Quite…

The two figures backed away from Kaekun, but to his disgust stayed in the room. Nix wasn’t really able to hear them, as they whispered their quick conversation. Though, whilst they did, he treated Metagross with a hyper potion, so its battle-worn body came back to new again.

Kaekun, without a word to Nix, released Naz, his Absol. Metagross shifted its legs and looked straight into the dark pokemon, as the Absol leered into Metagross’s eyes. Tension set in.

Nix looked deep into Kaekun’s eyes, trying to read any kind of intention. He had a mere thought of what he was plotting up with his Absol, knowing one false move from Metagross could highly revert the situation. He knew he was waiting for Nix to call that move. It was so obvious that Kae was waiting…

The order for the attack was on the edge of Nix’s Rival’s tongue. He was just waiting for Nix to spill it out, as his feet lingered on the tip of their toes.

Nix finally thought of something.

“REFLECT!”

Half a second later.

”Anticipate! No… DAMN!”

Metagross conjured large glass walls around it, to protect it from physical attacks. As Nix predicted, Kae was waiting for a fighting type move to hit his Absol, but to first use Anticipate to make use of Metagross’s steel type. Though it failed horribily as Nix did not use an attack move. Naz just stood there, confused.

“Arm Hammer!”

“Dark Pulse!”

Hybrid Mission (For Nix Only)

Jewel of the Sea

Lugia... a Pokemon revered as the guardian of the sea... to become one with it is said to be extremely difficult, if not impossible. And like with any case when it comes to hybridization, you won't be able to turn back. You have to be fully committed with such a decision. Still want to do it? ...You do? Then I suppose there's no stopping you...

Rumor has it that there is a special item. A jewel in Navel Rock that possesses the same storm and wind-generating abilities of Lugia. Perhaps more... who knows? All I know is that it's not easy to find. In fact, people have searched for it before and never found it. But you have one edge: the Silver Wing.

In anyone knows where that jewel is, it'll be Lugia itself. The Silver Wing should allow you to call it, and you can ask for its help from there. However, in light of which, it may not do so easily. Not unless it is convinced, be it through a battle or whatever. But it's just something one has to do sometimes...

Good luck, and please come back in one piece.

Objective
- Summon Lugia and obtain the mysterious jewel

Opposition
- Other than possibly Lugia, opposition is purely optional. Story counts HEAVILY in this mission.

Obtainable Pokemon
- You may get an Egg if the mission is good

Rewards
- The mysterious jewel. Everything varies from there.

Third Person
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Surprise splashed the pool of his stomach, and butterflies prodded his insides. Nix became hyper suddenly. He could not contain himself. The letter attached to his room just made a possibility be born in his reality, where he thought it could only strive in his dreams. Becoming a Lugia Hybrid, a symbol for your dreams. To fly, to strive in the oceans and to control to the highest known power, one’s mind. Nix barged out of the HQ, ready for adventure.

First, he calmed himself and released Lavos, and sent him to fly him to Saffron City. He wanted once again in another cyber café to research about Navel Rock and Lugia, as much as he could. In result, he cooked up around three hours spent in front of a computer, gathering all the known evidence and cautions on Lugia, and known facts and trivia on Navel Rock and Silver Wing.

In quick summary, Nix found out how to locate the Silver Wing, and how to reach Navel Rock. The only being that knew where all Silver Wings were stashed was in fact Lugia. So now, Nix would have to negotiate with this legendary tank, to see if it would reveal the true location of Silver Wing. He shuddered slightly at the thought, but was determined to prove it doable.

First thing’s first, Nix had to Vermillion City and purchase the Mystic Ticket, which was something above uncommon. Nix left the Cyber Café and released Lavos again. They flew to Vermillion City, and Nix got a good view of the docks, and found the S.S. Coral, one of the larger cruise liners that had multiple sea routes. The Charizard then subtly descended on a patch of grass just outside Diglett’s Cave. Nix returns his fire type, and walks into the port city. Most of its attention was honed to the port, obviously. Various sailors lugging boxes and containers into the large ships, whilst whizzing machinery and construction machines heaved them on the boats. A lot of movement, Nix thought, maybe he could cheap through the Mystic Ticket.

Then, he jabbed a nail to his side. This was an honourable trip. No Bullpoop.

There was a small office near the entrance to the docks. Nix entered, and found out it was the place where everyone got their tickets. In short, the dock’s customers service place. Nix was attended by a horse-faced lady at a desk, and she offered him various trips. Nix noticed there was a special promotion, where a cruise liner travelled through the Sevii Islands. He read up in his cyber café frenzy that Navel Rock was acclaimed as a Sevii Island, and he asked the lady if the cruise liner made an explicit stop to the place.

The lady looked at him with a weird face.

“Yes, there is a tour. But there is nothing that interesting really. Some odd plants and some cave markings, which is all there is.”

Nix was satisfied, and bought the tour ticket. The S.S. Coral left in a few hours, so he had some time for him to think.

He grew restless. Near the office was an ice cream shop called Forte Forscue’s Finest Creams. The name humoured him just a tad. Nix entered got a small sundae, just to distract his anxiety. He sat down on a bench, next to a shaggy old man feeding a Poliwhirl. The man became curious of Nix, just as he saw him get near the bench. His head turned around when Nix finished sitting on it. The man was amazed, actually. Nix diverted his eyes a bit, and regretted having reached the bench.

Old Man: Hello there.
Nix: ..Oh, Hi.
Old Man: So, you’re going on a cruise?

The look on Nix’s face quickly changed to astonished. Did the man see him coming out of the office?

Nix: Eh…
Old Man: I heard Navel Rock is quite mysterious.
Nix: How did you...
Old Man: I’m a psychic, as you aspire to be.
Nix…
Old Man: Don’t worry, Nix, you will understand as time goes by.
Nix: Mister, you are starting to scare me.
Old Man: Oh... What a pity. That means you will be scared of your own powers, that is, if you manage to achieve them. It is quite a hefty quest.
Nix: Do you know of..
Old Man: Lugia? Silver Wing? Nah. Not much. I know Navel Rock though.
Nix: Oh..
Old Man: However, just be careful on Navel Rock. For those who meddle with its nature, it can be quite a treacherous place to get lost in. Lugia never forgives her captives.
Nix: She forgave me.
Old Man: Pardon?
Nix: I have a strong feeling the Lugia I will face is the same Lugia I have faced one before.
Old Man: You have already faced a Lugia?
Nix: Are you, or are you not a psychic, old man?
Old Man: Do not test my limits, boy. I am way above your rank.
Nix: You seem to be ignorant of one’s potential.
Old Man: I am not ignorant, if not blinded by your ego.
Nix: You are humorous, old fart. One day I will fly down as a Lugia Hybrid and swap your brains for air.
Old Man: You..
Nix: Oh! There goes me boat! See you in another life, veteran!

Usually, Nix would not meddle with people’s patience in this matter, but this man had something that annoyed him. Age does not contemplate one’s superiority over the other. That old man had no idea what Nix had been through, nor did Nix care for his opinion the second he lacked respect for his potential. Nix knew exactly what he was capable of… or maybe not, but something along those lines.

The dock was quite mobile. There was a lot of energy flowing. Lots of men lugging things in and out of ships, lots of instructional yelling, grunts muttered behind your ear and out of the blue sailors pushing carts right behind you. It was an organized mess. Nevertheless, Nix flashed his ticket to the nearby guards, and they let him in.
The ship exerted a tongue from one its sides, welcoming all the ticket bearers inside. Nix flew up the flight of stairs lashed out at the cliff of the docks, and boarded the large cruiser. He felt the slight flexibility of water motioned on the ship’s deck, and was escorted to his room by one of the sailors. His room was of moderate class. A room with a bed, and a small bedside table and a simple bathroom right next to it. It sufficed much, Nix thought. He plopped down on his bed and released Michelle.

Michelle: Nix, are we on the boat yet?
Nix: Yeah, Michi. We’re on our way.
Michelle: I have a bad feeling about the tour.
Nix: What d’you mean?
Michelle: I don’t know, actually, I don’t think this cruiser will reach its destination.
Nix: Michi… they say the S.S. Coral is unsinkable... Or at least the pamphlet boasts so.
Michelle: Yes, Nix, it’s called marketing.
Nix: Quite…don’t worry Michi, if we have to swim to Navel Rock, we’ll reach it.
Michelle: >.>

An abrupt seismic movement caught Nix by surprise. The cruise liner was moving. He felt as though he was finally progressing. Michelle lazily spread her legs over the carpeted floor and curled up into a furry pillowcase, as Nix pondered on the ceiling, flat on the bed. His arms slowly diminishing in existence and his legs losing touch fast. His eyelids as heavy as water bags. A newly caught snooze kicking in, and Nix helpless to resist.

Nix got an hour’s sleep, before he was rudely awaken by yet another seismic movement, which was at least three times stronger in magnitude than when the ship first set sail, and fell off his bed, on Michelle. The Espeon shrieked in shock and shot out of the way as Nix clumsily splattered his body on the floor.

Michelle: What the hell was that?!
Nix: *confused* Ugh... I don’t… wait.
Michelle: ..Nix.
Nix: I feel it, too.
Michelle: It... It can’t be.

Another punch was given to the ship’s side, threatening a capsize at any given minute. Nix flew out of his room, Michelle hot on his tail, and he reached the deck. The sky was rainy grey, full of bulging clouds and rain setting in. It looked more like Rain Dance had been used…

Suddenly, a great white flash of light smashed into the cruise liner once more. The waves roared against it side, and Nix felt the moment of the ship heavily toss towards one side in a physic’s doom. They were in the arms of a large storm, provoked by some external source. Ships did not set sail if a storm of this degree was forecasted. However, this storm, as the captain stated, “came out of nowhere”.

Nix kept running through the deck, trying to spot anything he could see that would insert the missing word in his theory. He was actually looking for one word, but couldn’t find it. In a swift page change of a dictionary, Nix, however, was knocked off his feet, and fell over the rail of the S.S. Coral, falling into the abysmal sea.
Michelle crying Nix’s name and plunging bravely into the sea after him. Nix was almost smacked out of his consciousness by the blast of luckless force he had been given, hopping before the rail and smashing into the water. He was now trading water, barely afloat, right at the ship’s feet, with a whimpering Espeon paddling towards him.

Nix: *swallows half a litre of water* MICHELLE!
Michelle: NIX! COME!
Nix: NO, YOU COME!

Nix hastily returns Michelle, and gropes for another of his pokeballs. But before he even gets the chance to slip his finger into one, a sight pressured almost all the air out of his body. A wingspan of hilarious length approached Nix. Heavy claws boarding the deck, weighing it down, causing it to flip easily. Nix quickly reached out for his Blastoise as he observed how Lugia capsized the ship as if it were as easy as shuffling a deck of cards.

A turret of water formed, engulfing Nix as he released Tundra into the scene. He clamped his arms around the shell as if it were his, and was sunk into the profound turret of water, going straight under the watery grave. Tundra popped his head out of his shell, and looked sternly at the ruckus, and started swimming with such force that Nix could barely cling on to his shell, let alone to his own breath.

After about a minute of wrestling the current driven water, Nix knocked Tundra in the head desperately, pleading him to surface. Tundra blew out a small smirk and quickly started shuffling his arms upwards. They broke to the surface, and Nix got a lung full of cold stormy air, with a bit of water to choke on as rain.

The sky was unveiled from the storm, but it was still foggy. It looked like midday in London, just that it was in the middle of the sea in God knows what sea route. On top of his small shelly island, Nix took out his pokepalm, and tried to receive any signal on his current location. He was 15 miles due West of Sevii Island 7. He, then, displayed the map he had downloaded from internet, checking on Navel Rock’s approximate location, and it was 10 miles East due Sevii Island 7. It wasn’t exactly far. Nix gave Tundra an idea of what the location was, pointing out East, and Tundra started whizzing his strong arms into the water, pushing their selves forward to victory.

After an hour’s meddle in the water, Nix and Tundra finally find a sack of land in the horizon. Navel Rock looming into reach, and Tundra in his last calorie burning attempt to reach the bloody island, Hydro Pumped, notching his speed in the water and reaching the island 40 seconds after.

They rushed into the sand, Tundra heaving forward, tired by the long dragged trip. Nix returned him, grateful for his services. The beach was solemn and deserted, and the wind peacefully caressing the sand, shifting them equally around the rocks and small palm tree roots surfacing.

The clouds shrugged off in silence at the presence of a blazing sun. The heavy sunshine weighed Nix down some, while he scaled the slight steepness of the beach, reaching the mountain cave of Navel Rock. The atmosphere was dense and tropical. Humidity getting the better of Nix. A single line of sweat bleeding down his temple while he finally entered the cool cave, which had a soft hollow sounding breeze in it. Navel Rock consisted of a small mountainous island, with a large cave mouth. Nix found this suddenly curious, and his heart paced as he entered the cave.

The cave was large and pretty dark. A high contrast from outside’s weather, the cave’s breeze cooled things up, and the dry atmosphere smiting humidity, and to fill in the last scenery plots, water dripped unanimously from one of the cave spears on the ceiling. Nix lit a dry palm tree stick from outside via Lavos, and returned him as the cave was a tad to small for him, and used the stick as a handy torch. He was weary not to get pelted by the treacherous drops of water coming from the ceiling.

After 10 minutes of walking into the depths of the cave, Nix found the only source of light was his torch, that the rest would have been pitch black. He dared a few metres more before stopping suddenly, looking in awe at something carved in the cave walls. It looked like a modern drawing, next to one that looked much more ancient. It seemed as if though some archaeologists have already been this deep and had inscribed some kind of code symbolizing how to further on into the cave.

Nix deciphered that the modern cave art was a translation of the ancient scripture on the wall. The modern carvings schemed a boulder moving if one was just clever enough to…

Something felt to sink under Nix’s left foot. A small, camouflaged tile on the rocky floor sunk under Nix’s weight, and a boulder fell out of the roof, almost killing him. Nix flew to the wall as he heard the boulder crash out of nowhere. Then, he stood where the cracked boulder lay and looked up, seeing an opening in the cave ceiling. Nix crept up with great difficulty, finding jagged ends of the walls to use as climbing shelves and bolts. Finally, he managed to peep his head out of the opening. He was still inside the cave, but it seemed as though he was playing Ocarina of Time, and had just entered Queen Gohma’s Lair. It was a large hollow room, with the form of a huge sphere, with columns pestering his sight. Nix released Equinox and used flash, then returned him.

Nix stepped closer to the centre of the large room, and found ancient carvings of oceans and storms and such. A tingle rung at the bottom of his spine, and elevatored up to his brain, shaking his whole body briefly. He darted his eyes from left to right, trying to catch any signal of life. He had been grateful the intelligent archaeologists had drawn a boulder falling. Seeing that for half a second made Nix jump right before the boulder egged his head into porridge. Kudos to the docs Nix thought… until he stopped dead in his tracks.

Half a dozen skeletons rusting at his feet. One of them gnawing at his feet immobile. Nix jumped half a mile back and his heart started thumping. Was he wrong to have come here? Was this a natural ambush of hell? Was he going to die?

Soon enough, his fear had spread around the room, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. Nix inhaled the salt of the ocean.

A vast mist started crowding the large cave area, and a shriek quite familiar to Nix reverberated throughout the cave walls. Lugia swung her wings unanimously, solemnly, peering at Nix dead in the eye, increasing momentum for the kill.
Nix recuperated from his shock, and noticed something horribly familiar in this Lugia. Her forehead had a small shiny scar. A scar which silhouetted the exact same shape as that mind controlling device Michelle had removed from THAT Lugia in Team Lore’s base. Was it possible that this be the same Lugia? Then those markings on the wall were be Team Lore’s scientists… yes.. it made sense, didn’t it?

Lugia didn’t take memory lane, however and pursued Nix with an Aeroblast. Nix was utterly surprised at Lugia’s behaviour, having been aided by her at Team Lore’s after he carved out that mind controlling device from her.

Maybe this was a territorial thing. Whatever the case, Nix did nothing but skive out of the way whilst the large blast consumed a column. Lugia had little room to fly, and her wings literally knocked down the columns like coffee mugs, displaying an enormous amount of strength. She was really pissed. Nix started running, and hiding between columns, knowing a pokemon battle would be worthless. After 2 minutes of complete havoc, the ceiling started whimpering feebly, as the columns constantly came down. Finally, the roof started breaching, as it previously did when Nix had pressed the tile with his foot. But to a much larger scale. Large chunks of rock, sized as Snorlax, started getting belched from the roof’s rocky surface. The place was coming down. Suddenly, water flew from the roof.

The place was going to get flooded in a very sick way that Nix saw very hard to survive from. Quickly, he unleashed his Blastoise to swim once more in his service. The column-less cave room now had water pouring in like pee from a camel. Nix clung to Tundra for dear life, as the turtle pokemon floated on the water, and while the nefarious liquid reached the roof, he quickly swam through the ceiling’s breached spot. They were underwater now, swimming inside a lake that was inside the mountain.

Nix, after surfacing from the water into another hollowed room of the mountain cave, logically implicated that the first large room he was in was basement to a large lake in the cave, and that the roof broke due to the lack of support from the columns, and the water’s weight broke through the roof, filling the room up. The lake room he was in now was significantly reduced in its water level, as most of the cave became filling up with water.

And strangely, Lugia was no where to be found. Last time Nix saw her; she was demolishing the last of the columns and had flown right into the pouring of water, disappearing from sight. Tundra swam towards the surface of dry land of the room. Nix crept up the small portion of land and returned his Blastoise, walking into another cave hall. He heard muffled shrieks through the walls, and started running towards these noises.

Before long, he found himself in the largest cave room of the whole damn cave mountain. Lugia perched in the far end of it, looking right at Nix. She growled softly, and Nix timidly stepped closer.

“Lugia… it’s me. I am the one that saved you from Team Lore… and the one you saved from Kaekun.. do you remember?”

Lugia looked at Nix sideways, and her eyes started fading to a slight close.
Was it nostalgia she was going through? Would she remember? Nix went through these thoughts anxiously, demanding an answer. He was very shocked to see Lugia now tamed before him, deciding his fate.

“Lugia, where is the Silver Wing?”

The legendary pokemon suddenly opened her eyes, narrowing them.

“Uh… should I ask nice- ok maybe not!” D:

Lugia had already shot out another Aeroblast in Nix’s mid-sentence.

This blast drilled a hole near one of the cave walls, and sunshine seeped in It was already getting dark though. Then, to vary her move set, Lugia slammed two wings on the ground, causing a seismic hell to the cave, making the walls crumble, and the roof fall in. I unleash Equinox, and we teleport out of that place.

Without noticing it, Nix had been in a cave room just below the mountain top. With Lugia crumbling the walls and roof of this place, the mountain had now lost its top and looked like a volcano with obviously no magma, with a rocky platform on its top. The Kadabra had teleported right above the roof that was being blown to bits by Lugia’s Earthquake, and Nix alongside his psychic pokemon fell on some of the rock debris that used to be the ceiling.

Lugia stood, covered in rocks, in front of Nix. Nix quickly returned his Kadabra, just to not give the incentive of a pokemon battle. Last thing he wanted to do was challenge Lugia to a pokemon battle.

Nix stood weak and humble before her, and knelt down.

“Please… Lugia, I need the-“

A swing from her wing, and Nix was flying off the mountain. Quickly, the Lugia jumped off, and glided right under Nix, catching him in his fall. Right after that, Lugia caught him in her mouth carefully, and with her wings started brewing a ferocious storm right next to Navel Rock.

And if thought it seemed like pure spite, Lugia released Nix in mid-air, making him plummet into the very arm of the storm, his body getting hackled away by an incoming twister. Death rolling a die in the eye of it all.

A flash of purple sprung up in Nix’s subconscious, his battered body not snuffed out yet. A spiralling staircase, embroiled in Kadabras, Espeons, Blastoise, and a final Lugia. Then a swift tickle of a Silver Wing flipping right beneath his noise. Suddenly, Nix sneezes in his death-dream, and water comes out of his mouth. He is appalled, and sneezes again, suffering the effects of the tickling Silver Wing. More water expelled from his mouth. Then, Lugia suddenly flies down on his, at the base of the large staircase in some random mansion, and shoots an Aeroblast inches from his face.

Nix is crudely awakened by a Krabby stepping on his groin. He springs up in shock, and coughs the last remnants of water in his lungs. As he springs up, he feels something incredibly soft fall off his face, into his lap. The Silver Wing perched neatly on his leg. He picks it up as if it was his child, and puts it in a sacred place in his battered bag.

Nix looks behind him to a crumbled Navel Rock and smiles. It was already very dark, but the sea was calm. The skies shrudded with clouds once more, but left the moon visible. Nix released his Lavos, and flew back to HQ, Silver Wing in his possession.


Summary:

1.) Found out how to get to Navel Rock
2.) Went on Cruise Liner
3.) Survived Lugia’s attack on the Cruiser, and swam to Navel Rock
4.) Explored Navel Rock
5.) Found Lugia
6.) Encountered Lugia, whilst surviving the havoc it caused inside and out the cave.
7.) Mysteriously fainted into a storm hosted by Lugia
8.) Wakes up in possession of Silver Wing
9.) Flies back to the HQ

-Hard Mission–

Skillfully Comatose

Sometimes, have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you woke up one day and you were an entirely different person, with no memory of who you used to be? Well, be ready for that to be a reality. The Pokemon League, for whatever reason or another has set up a high-tech research facility in the middle of the Orre Desert. Rumor has it that they’re expermenting with the facilities of a mind-wiping drug. So I need you to get in there and shut this thing down. However, you can’t just walk into there. It’s FAR too heavily guarded for that. Pokemon, various people running the facility, all much too strong. So what you’re going to have to do is shut this thing down from the inside. Should you accept this mission, I believe I can enter you as a test patient for whatever method they have going on in there. Of course, this means you will probably be under close surveillance at all times, and will probably lose your memory. The key will come in leaving clues for yourself, day by day, pertaining to what you have to do in your mission. Only the most hardened Snagems should accept this brief. The days of confinement with the other test patients, the various drugs you’ll have to take, the loss and regaining of memory…. It’ll be a nightmare, enough said.

Summary:
- Survive this facility and aid in its shutting down. There will be a lot of freaks here, and maybe villians from other teams, after the drug for themselves. Just be careful. Shut down the facility, and make it back with your mind in one piece.

Battles:
- None, due to the heavy security. This is a story-based mission.

Pokemon:
- None, though I may give an Egg.

Rewards:
$ 25,000
An Egg.
Hold Items
Evolution Stones
Pokeballs
(It’s the works.)
There’ll be something special in it for you, I’m sure.
Varies From There HEAVILY

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Another day to live at Snagem’s HQ. Sunrise became once more a dawning reality. It prodded Nix’s eyes obnoxiously with tentacles of light which flew through a carelessly open window. Nix awoke silently. His eyes were a tad bloodshot, and his wings had a made a mess of the bed, as usual. He got up quietly, and went to his bathroom to commence his usual hygiene procedure. After he finished shaving, Nix left his dorm to the main room. It was quite early, and no one was up yet, so Nix decided to patrol the new Snagem HQ.

It’s been a month since he was absent, and he would take the time to memorize the new HQ’s infrastructure. It was a bit different from the HQ in Celadon. This one was bigger, more spacious, more modern and not so undercover like the other one. He prepared himself some coffee, and dropped two loaves of bread into the toaster. Whilst he sipped his expresso, Nix caught the bulletin board in the lobby through the corner of his eyes, and smiled. He walked up to the board and started reading missions and reports. There were a large number of new missions, even Tal had some up.

“Hmmm, interesting.”, He said, whilst he spotted Dart’s Corner Of Kunai.

He had noticed a rather long report from his spot in the bulletin board. Nix took down Skillfully Comatose and started reading, his eyes widening with each sentence done. When he finished the briefing and rewards, there was a grin stapled to his face that continued all the way to the kitchen, up to the point he stuck the toast into his mouth.

After breakfast, Nix immediately left the HQ and headed towards the Indigo Plateau. He did not pack any pokemon, and tried to secret his wings and tail, but it was impossible. They were the largest features of his body, and no coat or extra baggy pant would hold it for long. So, he’d just bear with being a hybrid with the most pseudo intentions. Nix touched down at the exit of Victory Road, and walked towards the building of the Elite Four.

He did not actually know what he was going to say, or how he was going to convince whoever he was going to talk to. All he did was enter the building and improvise the act.

At the desk sat two maitresses, one correspondant to the Pokemon center, and the other was the owner of one of the most successful Pokemarts in the whole world. The one right next to the Elite Four. The Lugia hybrid discretfully went up to the center’s nurse and waited until she finished arranging some potions. While Nix waited, he noticed there were some flyers on the desk asking for fit and young people to enter the New World project. Those who entered were heavily benefited, or that’s how the pamphlet described. This little note prickled Nix’s suspicions, so he grabbed one and asked the Nurse what it was about.

The Nurse said that it was strickly for humans. Nix eyed her in a way he’d eye someone who just called him ‘Fairy Wings”. The poor nurse twitched her lip and told him that he could negotiate with the League’s representative if he was so interested.

Nix: Could you call him?
Nurse: Y-yes, right away sir.
Nix ran his fingers around the counter whilst the nurse called up the supervisor. She told Nix, after speaking softly to the phone’s emitter, that he could meet the league’s supervisor in the room next to the main lobby (which was the place Nix was in now). Nix nodded and slowly left the counter’s side, not taking his eyes off the Nurse for around five steps. Then, he sees a door to the right wall, which he thought he had not seen when he had come in. Growing paranoid, Nix clampsed the doorknob and entered the other room.

A blinding flash of light ensued, and Nix instantly fell unconscious.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Nix awoke in the back of a truck, completely bonded. He started rumagging an escape from the metallic vines wrapped around him, though he was bound to tight and close to them. Very quickly, he gave up, probably thinking he was on his way to the Orre Desert. Nix could sense the vibrations caused by the truck’s movement, and he did not feel the subtle surface of the desert, if not, the sound of hard and tough grass. Maybe he was still on his way.

Nix managed to Psychic his pokepalm out from his pocket, and enhanced the GPS system. According to the device, he was currently arriving at Cerulean City. Last time he went to Cerulean City, it was to sought out the supposed revenge with his rival.

He found no connection with his current route and Orre Desert. Then, he realized he was probably being taken to some place to either be executed or interrogated. Nix decided to play along, he had no other choice. If he were to escape, then he’d run the risk of losing the possibility of infiltrating the facility as a patient. The corrupt nurse at the Pokemon League could easily ID him. He’d play it innocent for now.

The van finally stopped, and rays of light like those of that very morning stung Nix’s eyes, and he became chinese for a minute.

“Git, you filth.”

A vein suddenly popped at Nix’s neck.

“Come on, git!”

Then, he remembered his plan, and came quietly.

He was at the front gate of the famous Bill’s lighthouse. Nix felt awkward, what relation did the great known Bill had with the Pokemon League, and this memory erasing mecanism. Was all this the start of a new act of terrorism? Would they drop substances of poisonous gas from the skies to the ground that would instantly vaporize your memory and change your personality, at their will?

Nix was not given enough time to question himself, as he was bugged with a muzzle of a gun on his ear.
“Move it, freak.”

They entered Bill’s lighthouse. The place was abandoned. The two armed goons made Nix sit with his bonds on a stool in an isolated room of the house. There was a table, and another spare chair, gray walls, no windows. Your classic interrogation room.

“Bingo.”, said Nix quietly.

The goons left, and Nix was condemmed to either wait for his death, or for someone. And so he waited. He waited for a long time. It seemed as if three or four hours had gone by, and Nix was still uncomfortably encased in his chair, inmobile. After the fourth hour, insanity began to creep in the door to Nix’s mind. The room was pitch dark. His second thoughts on this mission vivid, pulsating through logic like his accelerated pulse.

Though these thoughts were immediately purged when the doorknob clicked, and a silhoette of light and shadow appeared through the doorframe. It was tall, what ever it was, rubbing its very tip with the high doorframe. It was a man, for sure, who so offensively turned the light on a night-visioned Nix.

Nix: Bwah..
???: What was that?

His voice was jumpy, provocative, taunting. Not the patient-type. Nix could observe a man in a suit through his blindness. Quite formal and authority looking. Enforcement? Strangely, Nix caught the idea that this man was highly violent. Oh yeah?

???: So, my intendant at the Pokemon League calls me and tells me I have a something approximate to a tough customer. Some hybrid wanting to enter our new project, eh? I doubt you flew all the way to the Pokemon League, without any business prior in your mind, just to check on the flier you read. I know you caught these fliers and jumped to the sudden conclusion thinking: Hey, this might be it! You’d think we hold half the wit your people do to notice it. Well, let me tell you one thing: Details are everything, you little punk.

Nix, to all this, was still coldly retrieving his vision after being in a pitch black abyss. Though, he listened intently on what the man said, and his deduction was not at all far from the truth. Now he knew how jumpy these people were. What should he do? Play it stupid? Or acknowledge?

???: What do you have to say for yourself?
Nix: Turn the bloody lights off, you stupid paranoid man.

The man yelled loudly, as though he were insane. His rage was really something, thought Nix. Maybe it could lead to somewhere.

???: DARE YOU TAUNT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE YOU?! YES! THAT’S RIGHT!
Nix: Not one pint of your blood is that of a heroe’s.
???: And how would you know that? What if I were to let you free at this very instant?
Nix: Oh well, why not?
???: ...what are you playing at, hm? Think you are going anywhere with your skepticism? You are trying to manipulate me, man, I know it. They call me the Hawk, I am aware of everything, my eyes and ears are the sharpest you can ever find in a man!
Nix: That must explain your extreme paranoia and suspicion then. Really crudely done.
The Hawk: And you think I shouldn’t suspect of a Lugia Hybrid as yourself that just comes into the Pokemon League and asks to apply for the New World project?
Nix: Why should you suspect one?
The Hawk: Are you kidding?!
Nix: No, I’m not.
The Hawk: I have enough reasons to suspect of one. A legendary hybrid? Pfffft! That’d be a powerbomb to security!
Nix: Security?
The Hawk: Yes, security, you dimwit!
Nix: Why would I be such a hazard to security? You don’t even know what I’m capable of or what I’m not.
The Hawk: Enough of this blood nonsense! I haven’t come here to sympathize with you! I’ve come to exterminate you!
Nix: No... you’ve come to make me a test patient to your syndicate’s new project.
The Hawk: What? You’re crazy!
Nix: Who are trying to fool? You think your people won’t want to know what effects it has on pokemon, or at least, hybrids? Aren’t we the scum of the human race?
The Hawk:..you.
Nix: Plus, I need the money. In the pamphlet, it never said humans only.
The Hawk: It never said hybrids allowed!
Nix: Should it?
The Hawk: ...grrhh.

The Lugia hybrid’s vision had finally settled. His sabotage had made The Hawk start pondering. It seemed as if initially, The Hawk was ordered to interrogate Nix, find out his origins, and then get rid of him.

Suddenly, the interrogator left the room without a word to Nix, turning the lights off and closing the door on his way out. The Hawk directed himself to the living room, and gruffly ordered a goon to serve him something from the kitchen, as he sat on a chair and dialed some numbers of his cell phone. As he talked, the Hawk sounded like a completely different person.

The Hawk: Sir, something’s come up.
???: What?
The Hawk: We’ve caught this suspicious looking Lugia-
???: Yes, I know Hawk, what have you done about Nix?
The Hawk: How do you...
???: Do not question.
The Hawk: Pardon me, sir.
???: What is wrong?
The Hawk: I’ve been ordered to eliminate him after questioning, but I think he could be of use to us with the New World project.
???: How so?
The Hawk: What if we are able to befriend him? His strength could be ours.
???: That is good thinking, Hawk.
The Hawk: Thank you, Mr. Póse.
Kassius: Alright, bring him in. He’s dirty, though.
The Hawk: Oh..but then..
Kassius: Just bring him in, he won’t try anything until he’s in the facility.
The Hawk: Yes sir.
Kassius: Bring him in, and then, I’ll take it from there.
The Hawk: I...yes sir.
Kassius: May you realize how vital it is that you do not screw up with the task I have given you, Hawk.
The Hawk: The moment I spoke with you, sir.

But Kassius Póse had already hung up. The Hawk faced his cell phone with a thoughtful look. There obviously was some background between Kassius and Nix. The Hawk was partly new to this new syndicate, so he wasn’t aware of the connection between the two. Though the syndicate wasn’t entirely the Pokemon League. Actually, it was a whole other syndicate that had some deals with the Pokemon League, which was corrupt as ever.

Nix was musing quietly. He was trying to imagine what The Hawk was talking about. Clearly, he had left to further his instructions after this new fresh idea which Nix planted in his head. Though, Nix had no idea Kassius was behind this whole mission. It wasn’t the first time he wasn’t aware though. This time, however, one could say it was pure coincidence. Kassius wasn’t expecting Nix, neither Nix was Mr. Póse. Though unfortunate for the Lugia hybrid, Kassius found out about his foe before Nix did.

The door’s outline shone once more as light barged in, sparring with Nix’s eyes. The Hawk was silhouetted in front of the light, and soon enough was followed by the two goons who had brought Nix to Bill’s. Both of them hooked Nix’s bond with metal poles and forced him to stand. Nix instantly got dizzy after the first large movement for about four and a half hours. The goons then poked and prodded Nix out of the room with the attached poles. One was hooked at the root of his back, and the other at the bonds around his neck. Nix did what he could to continue his pace, so as to not get strangled by the bonds. They forced him outside, and back into the van, which was right at the entrace. After tucking Nix tight at the back of the truck, the two goons got up the front, and the driver rolled down his window to The Hawk.

Goon: Sir.
The Hawk: Take him to lab. Try and be quick about it.
Goon: Yes sir.
The Hawk: I have some stuff to attend too, first. Throw in a sleeping grenade so he can only dream about causing trouble.
Goon: Yes.

The Hawk turned away from the van. Soon the vehicle was on its way, with a suspicious wisp of sleeping gas escaping from the back’s crevice. As soon as the van was out of sight, The Hawk rushed back into Bill’s lighthouse. He rushed towards the storage room of the lighthouse, where all the food and tools were kept. There, he untied a kidnapped Bill, who muffled all sorts of insults to him. As soon as Bill was completely untied, The Hawk issued a gun from out his suit and pointed it at Bill.

The Hawk: It’s quite simple, Bill. You look up some stuff up through your database, and I’ll let you go.
Bill: You will never get away with-
The Hawk: Hush fool, you don’t understand. Just do it.
Bill:...What are you looking for?
The Hawk: His name is Nix...

It felt like he had swallowed a quarter. His throat ached, and his nostril were sore. The after effects of the sleeping gas really killed your external respiratory organs. Nix’s mouth taste like metal, and he had a fully housed headache. He woke up for the third time to blinding light. However, the dryness of the air and the abundance of heat startled him. Before he realized it, Nix was flung out of the van from his bonds and plopped onto the warm sand of the Orre Desert. A scarab scurrying underground from Nix’s impact. It reappeared on Nix’s knee, and the Lugia Hybrid looked at it rather hungrily, but used Psychic it fling it away from him.

The two goons yanked him from his shackles towards nowhere particularly. One of the goons started groping the ground for something. Nix could only expect it was the entrance to the top-secret facility. With a click and a beep after thumping solid ground beneath the sand, Nix was proven right. What seemed like a large tube lay lightly burrowed beneath the sand, ready to gobble a body.

One of the goons whispered something to another that sounded like “Fifty bucks he won’t fit.”, and the other one just chuckled. They made Nix stand in front of the hole, and then pushed him in, immediately unlocking the poles from his bonds after he plummeted towards a sandy oblivion. It would sooner or later become oblivion.

Nix travelled through the tube extremely uncomfortably, as he barely fit in it because of his wings and tail. He felt both Lugia features getting skinned as they smeared across the tube. Don’t they bloody oil these things at least?

Finally, he landed in a large room, onto a large cushion. A net engulfed him, and carried him all the way towards a conveyer belt, dropping him there as if he were a shampoo product, about to be labelled by some large stamping machine. Scath the stamping machine though. Nix travelled quickly through the conveyer belt, bonded, and observing the lab. There wasn’t much to see, as the belt did not take a scenic route. Just turquoise metallic walls surrounding him, and at the finish of his path he could see figures moving. As he reached the end of the road, Nix was poured into a new room, filled with people in white patient robes.

Nix looked around confused, passing through every face in the room. There wasn’t a doubt in the world that all eyes in that room were on him. Being the hybrid of the newly acquainted group, Nix won an acclaimed five minutes of fame and silence. He did not speak to anyone, nor did anyone say a word for five minutes. It was one of the most intense and awkward silences he had been through. Finally, one of them stepped up. He was a blond teenager, with short hair and blue eyes and a bit shorter than Nix. Though his commentary was foolish.

“MONSTER!!!”

Everyone started yelling as if lava had started raining in the room. Nix sweatdropped at the guy and at the crowd’s hysterical reaction. They were all bonded just like him and dressed all alike. It seemed like a parody of a Ku Klux Klan choreography, everyone jumping around crazy, having their white skirts flapping up and down, not to mention their privates.

“Enough!”

Soon as those words erupted from Nix’s mouth, the white bambies were all glowing purple, frozen in the air. It took a lot of strength out of Nix to contain all of them at the same time, as they were around twenty, but he had to get their attention.

“I am NOT a monster, alright? I am someone who can reason like a man. I’m sorry I had to get to this, but if we all want out of this place, we’re going to have to work like a team.”

Then, he softly eased the Psychic off of them, sighing in relief. Most of them were still skeptic of his words and stook to a corner. However a few barred some courage, and then there was one who Nix did not notice who was not afraid of Nix at all. It seemed as though this particular one had already seen a hybrid. He was a teen just like the one who yelled monster. A tad shorter than Nix, long jet black hair, and crimson eyes. Enough crimsom to spook Nix. That one was the first to speak.

“Want out? Why would we want out of this place?”

Nix looked around for the kid.

Nix: Are you telling me you want your brain to be picked and meddled with?
Teen: What do you mean meddled?
Nix: Do you have any idea why you are here, kid?
Namec: My name is Namec, and yes, we are here to fill out a set of instructions.
Nix: Set of instructions, eh? You truly have no..

Then it struck him. All of them must have been drugged already. Was it possible that they’d need multiple testing? These sadic bastards. Or maybe these were the ones whose drug worked wrong, or partially effected them. Hence, one of them knew their name. Or was it a made up name?

Nix: The thing is, all of you- listen to me! All you have been tricked!

There were light scoffs and mockings of Nix’s statement. However Nix pressed on.

Nix: Check your surroundings, you are trapped like a mouse, you are bonded, you are all uniformed! Did you really expect to get paid when you look like a slave?

The silence reigned this time, it was worse than the first silence. Everyone was looking at eachother and back at Nix. Then, Nix took the effort of trying to break his cuffs, but then decided better of it. He was probably being videotaped right now. They would undoubtly drug him after the speech he had just given.

Nix: I need you to remember who you are, why you are here! I need you to see each other’s faces and know who each and everyone of you people are, including me, the monster who tried to save you all! Nix, remember the name!

A electric sliding door, camoflauged with the wall’s color, slid open, and three cronies entered with electric bats and stunned the pulp out of everyone in the room. Bodies fell unconscious to the padded floor. Thus, the drugging would commence.

.......Pass me the needle, Morpheus......
...........Yes, Ma’am........
.....No.....five inches less of that!.......
......Morfina will do you will, freak........
.......*Insert echoey laughter*...........

Adrian did not recognise the room he found himself when he awoke. Neither did he know how he got there. He suspected a heavy influence of alcohol to have awashed him last night. Was this a hospital? Most certainly was...oh! Look! Wings! And a tail! Most certainly he was hallucinating too. There was no such thing as wings and tails on a human being.

“It’s time for your lunch, Adrian.”

The doorknob of the small room with a bed turned quickly and a woman with a tray holding soup and a bottle of mineral water came in. Adrian looked at the woman with a smile.

“My, they have pretty nurses at this hospital.”

The nurse restrained herself from laughing out loud, and nodded sweetly. Adrian, contempt with his flirt, said nothing more and begun his lunch. The nurse left the room, leaving him alone once more.

“This soup is too hot. It takes like crap, too! Let’s see the water... eugh! What is this? Colourless pee? Meh!”

After those remarks, he decided not to continue his lunch. Adrian wasn’t hungry anyway. He found a sudden urge to watch TV. He got up from his bed and went for the door, finding it locked.

“..what?”

Adrian fruitlessly continued to try and open the door. It would not budge, no matter how hard he shoved and pushed. He retorted to kicking it. After five minutes of trying to break the lock, he got a visit from the cronies, who knocked the wind out of him with their electric bats.

“But I did nothing wro-“, Adrian said, before dropping to the floor, unconscious.

He woke up to what seemed like a half a dream later. Although this time, he wasn’t supposed to wake up. He wasn’t allowed too. He was laying on a large stretcher, blinding light hacking his eyes, and then distant voices that seemed to surround him. The blinding light struck him like dejá vu. Suddenly, a thought blew up in his mind. For some reason, he knew he had to fight back the people who were doing this to him. Doing what? He did not know yet, though the blinding light reminded him that he had to fight.

Adrian suddenly sat up from the stretcher. A spearing white hot pain pinning his head. The lamp was burning his forehead! He swung it out of the way forcefully, and flew out of the way. Now he remembered more! They were brainwashing him! There was a group of five scientists in a room that looked like a surgeory room. All of them looked alarmed and harmless, though one of them reached for a button on the wall. A big and red button that when it was pressed it made an alarm go off and red lights flash. Damn those lights!

“We’ve got acknowledgement! Code Red! It’s the hybrid!”

“Damn it! The drug needs more concentration!”
“More concentration! It’s the blood in this abominations systen that’s resistant to the drug!”
“That may be a cause, especially from this kind of hybrid.”
Every time a scientist said hybrid, Adrian was reminded of someone he once knew. Someone who had gone through a lot, who had settled in a place, but then left, but then returned! And then, this very morning, that person he knew saw some blinding light.

Though Adrian’s long term memory lane was soon replaced by the current incidents of the present, as he was being gagged by a goon from behind.

“Ack..ack..ack..can’t...breathe...!”

Adrian swayed his arms helplessly, trying to get a hold of the goon, to rip his head off, or something. He wanted the gag off of him. But then, he forgot about the gag.

A cold looking man, going through his early fifties, almost bald with just a beach of white hair at the edges of his head. A cold stare resembling an eagle, a hard face, and an important suit, with both hands locked away in his pockets. Pitch black with a striped tie.

“Kill him, already.”

“I KNOW YOU, WHO ARE YOU? AGH..ACK!”

“Before, it’s too late.”

The man’s voice was too calm for the situation at hand.

The goon was taking advantage of Adrian creating force opposite to him to gag him even harder. Adrian wanted to step forward towards the man in front of him, and the goon, who proved himself astonishingly strong, reeled his neck in deeper everytime with his gag. Soon, Adrian lost his knees, and his standing position devolved to a kneel. The man in suit in front of him smiled at this gesture. It was like Adrian was bowing to him for mercy. Soon, Adrian was hurling over, speaking in choke, as the goon pulled for the last agonizing minute.

But before those invaluable seconds were wasted, a voice sprung up in Adrian’s ears.

“Nix! Fight back! Remember who you are! The monster! The dude who’d save- ack!”

And there he felt a body thud to the ground. Though it was not Adrian who heard it.

Not at all.

It was Nix who did.

The goon who had such a tenacious grip and power over his foe started to shake and wither like an old lady. His hold on Nix diminishing explosively. A purple aura outlined his body, and his limbs started to move epileptically. Then, without warning, he flew back into a wall as if though he had just been shot by a cannon ball. Nix laid coughing on the floor, regaining his breath.

Close to him was Namec. Thanks to him repeating Nix’s words, he had fully regained his memory. Tragically, he was staring at the corpse of Namec. He slowly crawled towards the kid. After shaking his shoulder for a few seconds, Nix already realized his fate.

“Why does bravery always belong to the dead...”

“It is because the brave are the only ones foolish enough to stand in the way of death.”

Nix looked up at the man. That man was the cause of all the hell in his life. The death of his dad, condeming him into killing his rival. None of these motions above the intention of doing well in business. A true mobster, and a blackheart. He deserved to die for his style.

Nix: Kassius Póse, you murderer.
Kassius: Call me what you will, dearest Nix. You are down there, and I am up here.
Nix: I should slay you were you stand, you suited brigand!
Kassius: Not to mention organized, as well. Take him out.

Two cold nuzzles were pressured upon Nix’s backneck. Two riflemen behind him, a trigger away to Nix’s demise.

“Right now!”

Nix had never heard Kassius shout an order in his life.

“STOP!”

The atmosphere turned from cold to frozen. Nix’s fist where tightly clenched, and his heart skipped a few beats when he heard the sudden cry for stop. He though that alone would make the gunmen behind him jump to a conclusion he’d rather not hypothesize about.

Kassius: What? Are you crazy?
The Hawk: Tell them to put their weapons down.
Kassius: I’m repeating my que-
The Hawk: NOW!

The Hawk had sprung out of nowhere and was pointing his gun at Póse. Nix looked at him without believing what he saw. Mr. Interrogation had a soft spot after all. But what was this about?

Kassius: Hawk, what the hell are you doing?
The Hawk: You cold blooded b*****d! To think I was doing some good to society! I knew you weren’t deep friends with the Pokemon League.
Kassius: Oh, but I am. Now, put the gun down before you succomb to more madness.
The Hawk: You murdered his father! You murdered his rival! You are a coward. What are you playing at?
Kassius: You call me a coward one more time and I will kill you.
The Hawk: I’m not sure if you noticed, but I am the one pointing the gun at you. At your going to send one from your muscle to kill me? Like you do with everyone else? Can’t you confront a man who insults you, no! Who says who you-

A shot intervened in the middle of the sentence. The Hawk got carried away, so much that his aim deviated a little and so Kassius managed to pop out a revolver from his pocket at the flash of an eyebrow and bury a bullet in his throat. Blood sprinkled madly, and The Hawk was hurried to the ground with a low thud, obviously dead.

This sudden turn of events caused a great distraction for the riflemen pointing their weapons at Nix. The Lugia Hybrid heard a gasp escape from each of them, not from the act of kill, if not because of the sheer speed Póse had to draw a firearm. Nix did not waste his breath on The Hawk, though, and used Psychic to issue both rifles’ safety on. With that, Nix flings both his elbows backwards, knocking both guards in the teeth. His elbows tainted with blood.

Kassius saw Nix make his move, and started shooting his magnum at him. Nix made a run for it, knowing that he no longer had a chance to attack Kassius at this type of disadvantage. Bullets were already streaking past him as he twisted through the air away from him. Two shots bludgeoned Nix’s left wing as he dove for the door exitting the surgery room. Blood surged out of Nix’s wing, but he did not pause. The alarms went off, and he scurried off towards the main hallway of the whole facility. He saw a directory hung on a wall and quickly read the Control Room. It was a flight up the stairs. He saw a nurse hurrying a trolley in front of him. He knocked the nurse down, and picked up the first bottle of pills he could find.

“Steroids!”, said Nix hoarsely.

He unscrewed the bottle quickly and clumsily, pills raining out of it, and held two in his hand. Down the hatch, he thought, and wolfed both of them down. A turbocharger burst inside his stomach. It was as if a larger heart came and swallowed Nix’s small pulsating fist sized organ. His eyes popped out, his veins surfaced, and completely insane, he flew up the stairs swinging his wings to almost invisible speed. His gunshot wounds splattering blood grotesquely over the walls, but Nix did not feel anything anymore.

Before he knew it, he was busting in on a room full of switches, machines, screens and scientists. He saw everything as a blur, and his mind thought quickly.

Big ugly switch, big ugly switch...

And there it was! At the end of the narrow hallway of offices full of computer was the inmaculate switch of power, encased by translucid metal. Oh yeah? Not for long! Nix flew right into the jewel case. The first time barely spared a crack. He tried ramming into it numerous times, though the crack barely expanded. He did not have much time left. Soon not only shocked scientists, but security would be all over him. In haste, Nix grabbed an astonishingly durable office chair and slammed it into the switch’s protective glass. Remarkable, after three bats, the glass cracked, and Nix managed to Psychic through the glass, and throw the switch down.

A huge mechanical voice boomed through the facility’s speaker.

“WARNING, SYSTEM SHUTTING DOWN MANUALLY, SIXTY SECONDS REMANING, ALL EXITS WILL BE OPENED.”

Nix ran into the main command office, and brushed the scientists away from the computers. He grabbed the megaphone, and overlaid the booming voice with his own.

“PATIENTS, REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE AND LEAVE!”

Quite rash and unexplaining, Nix knew, but he had no time. He flew out of the office, out of the command center, and was back at the main hallway. He saw a huge hatch opening up at the ceiling, though he noticed a fault in architecture. As the hatch opened up, sand began to pour in like soup inside an obese’s belly.

Nix jumped as high as he could to kick off into flight, and out of the mad house. He used Psychic to pave a way out of the pouring sand, and spring out to the surface of the Orre Desert. No Natural light nor heat, if not an evening at the desert, and the cold setting in. Up in the air, Nix could see another exit where he saw the scientists and the patients evacuating the facility (to his relief.).

Moments later, Póse and his men evacuate the facility through the same hatch the scientists and patients left, and they spot Nix. He could hear distant gunfire, and then bullets sniping by very near him. Surely he was their target.

Nix quickly began flying away from the bogies, cursing under his breath as the steroids lost their effect finally, and as his wing stung like hell. Nightfall was evident, and visibility made physical objects less evident. Nix settled down to the cold sand, and unleashed Equinox, his Kadabra.

“Eq, take me home.”

The Psychic Type nodded in acknowledgement and teleported his master back to the HQ.

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Mission Accomplishments:
1.) Infiltrated the Facility as a test patient

2.) Lost memory, but managed to gain it back thanks to deja vu and allies.

3.) Successfully shutted the facility down manually.

4.) Escaped the place with life and two bullets intact.

Psychic Elemental Master Mission Stage 3

Mirror Image

Ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder how the image is there? Well here is a story for you. The image is your dark counter part... it mimics your every move... it knows what your every thought is. Making it hard for you to out smart it. But is it just an image, a reflection or is there something more.

One morning while looking in the mirror you get sucked into an alternate dimension. One where everything is opposite. Here is where you meet your dark counter part. You must focus your mind and learn how to out smart yourself. Your dark counter part will have the same 6 pokemon you use and use them in the same order. They will be the dark counter parts of your pokemon and have the same personality. You and your pokemon need to work together and defeat the darkness. Then you will return to the other side of the mirror where you belong.


Restrictions
---There aren't any restrictions to this mission

Pokemon
---A Pokemon Egg if the mission is good

Rewards
---a piece of the Force orb

Remember the story is more important, however for this mission make sure the battle is VERY good since it is to be hard.

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The cruiser was enormous. It had five floors, over one thousand cabins, four swimming pools, six gymnasiums, five different kinds of restaurants that became buffets or coffee shops at selected times and more. It was all Nix could hope for with few built-in bonuses. Five pokemon arenas with twenty-four hour referee service, a potential audience of six hundred people per arena and over five different styles of battling.

He had no idea how he managed to board this luxurious sea mammoth, nor how he ended up sipping a piña colada at the very roof of it. All he knew was that, for now, life was good.

Two piña coladas later, however, life had turned into turmoil and s**t. A gigantic mirror floated just above the ocean's surface, and the cruiser was headed straight for it. A collision course was inevitable. At the helm, sailors were cursing and panicking and squandering about. The captain was swerving the wheel maniacally, impressed by what was ahead. Security was trying to calm people down and encourage them to wear their lifebelts. But all these efforts were useless, as the ship eventually crashed into the mirror. The large crystal seemed indestructible, and the cruiser as collapsible as a cracker. Nix tried to fly off to save himself, but he found he had no wings. All he could do was observe how the lower levels of the cruise ship plummeted helplessly into the ocean. Nix searched his back for his wings once more, and began to panic. The balcony where he laid was completely abandoned. Nobody found the need to sunbathe at these times of life and death. If he went down, he'd be eaten by the rising water. If he stayed there, he would as well, but he stayed anyways, nervously checking the edges to see how his vacations came to an end. He eventually sank into the water and was pulled down by the weight of the whole cruiser; his life's enjoyment sinking down with him. As he drowned into the endless sea, he caught the reflection of the sun on the gigantic mirror from under the water. The crystal was only a few meters away.

Nix had a crazy idea, though considering the options he had at hand, the idea was brilliant, genius even. And so, in attempt to elaborate his idea to its fullest potential, Nix spread his arms out and breast-stroked his life's worth towards the mirror, trying to beat the pulling force of the ship below him. Miraculously, he started overruling the ship's pull, and with every passing second, he won an inch towards his objective. Though what good would it do to him, nobody knew.

To his amazement, Nix managed to breach the surface of the sea, and place his salty wet palm on the foot of the exaggerated mirror. The surface was warm and spread pleasure throughout Nix's cold fingers. The second he touched it, he was sucked out of the water…

…and into his dormitory.

"What the fff…"

There he sat, the now Lugia Hybrid, sweating, stuttering, on all fours, in his room at Snagem HQ. He had half a mind to slap himself for not realizing the whole thing was a dream. A cruise ship? Yeah, maybe in the next life. Giant mirror in the sea? Quite.

Though when the thought of gigantic mirrors crossed his mind, Nix noticed he was looking at himself in his own mirror. A pale and confused face stared back.

What did my dream mean?

He got off from the cold floor, and stood properly. The mirror was barely high enough to fully fit Nix's tall figure. He stared back at his reflection idly, still thinking. Then, an idea as crazy as the one in his dream came to his mind.

"…"

Nix took one step towards his reflection and raised the same hand he had risen to touch the mirror in his dream. He noticed his hand was actually sweaty. His heart-rate automatically increasing. Nix thrusts his hand forward rather briskly, punching the mirror. Expecting sharp pain in his knuckles, blood being tossed over and the screeching sound of shattering glass, he got none of them.

Instead he felt more space than he had actually calculated between him and the crystal object. The mirror had basically acted as a portal, accepting his whole forearm into a parallel dimension. Nix stood there, quite still, impressed by what he had just discovered. Interested, He took another step towards the mirror, furthering his hand inside the other side, his left handing itching with curiosity.

Three seconds didn't pass that Nix had already been engulfed by the mirror entirely. He was now on the other side of the unknown. Though, the unknown seemed pretty much like the room he had just left, except for that fact that everything was backwards. His bed was glued to the ceiling, the toilet seat hanging back and forth from the roof and (as Nix looked out the rather high window) outside the Sun was shining from where Hell was supposed to be at.

Nix tried the upside-down door. Funnily enough, you had to turn the knob the other way for it to open. And obviously, it opened to the opposite side. Nix wearily crept out of his room, and looked both ways at the hallway. It was weirder than he expected, and that was with the hallway being deserted. The doors opened to the roof, instead of the floor, and Nix had to jump down on what appeared to be the ceiling, but was actually the floor in this world.

He got nauseous as the thought of trying to reason it rose.

The only thing that wasn't inversed, and Nix was thankful, was gravity. There was no walking on the roof-that-was-really-the-floor kind of insanity. But it was still awkward entering the main room, seeing the couch glued to the ceiling alongside the television. Nix was also thankful that the kitchen ceiling wasn't too high. If not, it would have been difficult to open the refrigerator door, or make waffles. Nevertheless, Nix strayed clear from the kitchen, seeing that he lost his appetite to this new point of view on Snagem HQ. He was still a bit intimidated on going outside, probably thinking he'd fall up into the sky.

Then something skidded into the training room. Nix darted his eyes to the arena's door and narrowed them. Was it what he thought it was? The same curiosity that led to the end of his dream, and into the portal of this world swept over him. Quickly, he jumped up to the roof, and flew through the door that lead to the upside-down pokemon arena.

Surprisingly, and above all, suspiciously, the Pokemon Arena was not upside-down like the rest of the HQ. As Nix entered through the door rooted on the roof, he noticed that the floor was actually in its corresponding place, half expecting to see all the stands upside down. Nix remained airborne, flying slowly to inspect the arena and to try and find a trace of whatever had sped inside. After a few minutes of craning his neck to every nook and cranny, Nix softly glided into one of the higher seats in the stands, watching the grounds idly. He wondered why there was no one at HQ. The day was already boring into noon, and no sign of anyone could be seen. Maybe this really was a parallel dimension… or a figment of his imagination, or just another bloody dream.

"None of those, actually. This is your Third Psychic Master mission."

Nix had almost hurled his heart out of his mouth when the voice suddenly broke through the silence.

"Who-"

Though the second he turned his head to look at the voice's owner, his very own seemed to crumble under his vocal cords. A man of his stature, two muscled white wings bulging out of his back, jet black hair in weird bangs, a mysterious black garb and a tail that sprouted from the bottom tip of his spinal cord stood next to him. Nix looked at what seemed to be his twin. Not only was this person a Lugia hybrid, but his facial features were shocking similar to Nix's… only that this man was a bit more evil and macabre-looking.

"Who are you?"

"I am you, Nix. But you can call me Nox."

Instantly, Nix stood up to his look-alike. He was devastatingly similar to Nix. His movements and facial expressions were already reminding Nix of his own. A million thoughts of what the master mission could be about sped through Nix's imagination. A duel with this Nox was the most likely, he thought.

"I see. Is this a dream?" asked Nix. His counterpart scanned his face for a few seconds before responding. "Do you think it is?" Nix blinked. "I don’t know. I've known myself to wake from one dream to another." Nox laughed, nodding. "Yes, so I have observed. No, this is not a dream. This is, in fact, real. However, the place you see here is basically inexistent."

Nix's eyebrows arched. "How is that?"

"Come", Nix's clone said, smiling as he jumped off the stands and glided towards the grounds of the arena. Nix followed, compelled to find the truth about the dream he had earlier, and of this place. Nox stood at the very center of the stadium and beckoned Nix to come towards him. The first Lugia hybrid did, however, wearily. He wasn't sure how much good could come from trusting a dark version of one's self. Nox just smiled nefariously at Nix's caution and summoned a handheld mirror from his pocket when Nix had gotten closer.

"As I said before, this world is completely surreal." Nox said casually, looking into the mirror. Nix tried to get a view of himself through the object, but Nox quickly held it away from him. Nix gazed into his clone's eyes for a few seconds.

"What-"

"I'm not done, yet", said Nox stubbornly (Nix sighed). "The only reason this world is here is because its one and only function is to establish an exact replica of the real world. Every time you look into a mirror, you are staring into this place."

As things made sense in Nix's head, other things seemed to fall apart and crash in doubt. "But, if this place is supposed to be the exact same copy of the real world, then why is everything upside-down and inverted?"

Nox sighed, as though fearing the obvious question. "Maybe you have observed that a mirror reflects things as they are, except for the fact that the image inside the mirror is inverted."

"Flipped, in common tongue", He added, rather nastily.

Nix still felt that something didn't add up. "Yeah, but… then why is everything upside-down? Shouldn't they be horizontally inverted?"

"And why do you look like the debauched version of me?" Nix added, in the form of a comeback.

Nox sniggered at this last comment. "Well, you'd only be insulting yourself, Nix, for I am everything that you represent. Only that…"

"What?"

"Well, while I applaud to logic in your questions, I can also answer that not all has been going too well in this world. As you've been give the chance to observe, mirror images are revolting. They are tired of representing their real masters; they want freedom and their own identity. However ridiculous and insignificant it may seem to you real people, it has been hell for us, the reflections."

Nix looked inquiringly at his so-called reflection. "I am already guessing the objective of my master mission, if the revolution is so."

Nox looked at him hungrily, licking his lips nefariously. "I sure do hope you've figured it all out. But just to add a little flavor to your object, here's a fact: Mirror images believe that they are better than their real masters, because they know their master better than their masters know themselves. We spend all our lives imitating your thoughts, your movements, and your actions. Do you think we do not know what it takes to beat you?"

Nix could see his own flaring eyes and rigid jaw in Nox's face. His counterpart was tense, ready to fly at him. Though, the real hybrid wasn't ready to fight. Not until he had one last thing to say.

"You're right, Nox. You probably know me better than I know myself. But what makes you so confident to think that you will win me? Really, when has anyone conquered their foe only pertaining to their own tactics? You think having one huge influence, one point of view, and one way of thinking will lead you to victory? You know no-one else but yourself, and I can use that to my full advantage. A closed mind doesn't usually win."

Nox smiled, shaking his head. "Exaggerate the flaws of your technique as you wish, but when have you attained to a fighting style different than that of your own? I am not foolish, Nix, I thought you knew that. And also, I would recommend not believing in yourself too much. That could go horribly wrong, and irony is always painful."

Right after finishing his sneer, Nox aggressively launched himself at Nix. He barely evaded the tackle from his counterpart, and kicked off the ground into flight. Nox heavily in pursuit.

Why am I running from him? The only way to show mirror images that one is better is by beating them.

Nix flew straight into a wall, and placed his feet on it to rebound, and push off straight to his foe. Nox used Psychic on a few seats and caused them to rapidly break off from the stands and go flying into the wall-rebounding Nix. The object of the flying chairs encased his wings to his side, and used them to protect him from the kamikaze seats, only mildly, as it hurt like hell when they crash and broke into him. Nix, however, managed not to cancel out his rebounding pounce into his enemy.

He flew straight into Nox and punched him down into the ground. While plummeting to the floor, his mirror image caught Nix's arm in the air, and took him down as well. They both crashed into the stadium floor and caused a small crater to form around their battered bodies.

Nix and Nox both stood up. Both were beginning to wear each other out. Nix was already preferring to jump to something drastic; Nox probably thinking the same.

"Aeroblast!" They both said, almost simultaneously.

Nix's blast blew out first, catching Nox's. Both waves of energy exploded in mid-air, both of their summoners supporting the blast from either side. Neither seemed to hook on an advantage, as they were both equally powerful.

In the middle of the raging energy blast, both began to shout at each other:

"Fool! You think you will actually beat me!"

"I've got a better way to settle this!"

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me, my master!"

"How about a pokemon battle?!"

They both automatically desisted their blasts. Nox looked over at Nix curiously, caressing his chin with his right hand.

"I hope this isn't a strategy to cheaply catch me off guard", He said loudly.

"You know me. I wouldn't do that to myself.", Nix said, hoping Nox would catch on any false irony.

"Fine. I like the idea. Let's do it!", He yelled, flying up to one of the challengers' posts. Nix did the same to the one opposite to his counterpart. They both looked at each other.

"Six on six!" Nox yelled. "And we use the exact same pokemon, just to make things interesting!"

Nix hesitated. Was this a good idea? He didn't have much of a choice.

"If it does more to prove that I am better than you when I beat you, then so be it!", He taunted finally.

Nox chuckled darkly and conjured a belt with encased pokeballs from out of thin-air. There were six, and the belt was the same one Nix used. The real hybrid did not want to delay this mission any longer, and summoned Michelle, his Espeon. Nox did the same, though his Espeon was a darker shade of purple. And her name was…

"Mischa! Shadow Ball!"

"Michelle, Double Team!"

The dark purple Espeon's eyes flashed and a ball of energy was shot out like a cannon from her own shadow to one of the five opposing Espeons. Nix cringed, as he saw his pokemon abuse of Double Team. Even he was unsure of which one was hers. The Shadow Ball ineffectively hit a decoy Michelle, and the real one came rushing into Mischa's personal space, and knocked her off her feet with a rather aggressive quick attack.

Mischa, without consent of her master, shot a Hyper Beam at Michelle, who was blasted out of the way rather grotesquely. She flew all the way to Nix's post, slamming fatally into the base of it. The ground which Nix stood on trembled. The posts were made of steel, which made Nix shudder. He looked over the rail to see Michelle barely being able to stand up. He looked at her worriedly, but she seemed to give him a little nod.

I'm alright.

A bit unexpected that, eh?


Yeah. Hey Nix, how about telepathic communication? Seems to go well for Nox.


Oh. Yeah. Sorry.

Nix hung his head as he saw Michelle sprint out from her landing place towards her foe once more.

Sand-Attack.

The Espeon's claws screeched the ground as she pounded up some dirt into her foe's face. Mischa caught a handful and fell back, blinded and exhausted from the abrupt Hyper Beam. Michelle decided to meditate her strengths with Calm Mind, knowing that the time will come for her to fall, and she'd rather it be after Mischa did. With one eye closed, Mischa copied Michelle's last move and blew up some sand in her face as well. Nix's Espeon, disgusted at the mouthful of ground, shot her Shadow Ball at the opposing wall, making it quite worthless as an attack.

Mischa quickly responded the lost Shadow Ball with an Iron Tail, and sent Michelle back to her landing place, and pretty soon, back to her pokeball. Nix sighed as he returned his fallen Psychic type. Time to go to an extreme.

"Dan-Dan!", Nix screams, as he summons his Tyranitar. He didn't feel as secure as issuing strategies with his Tyranitar than he did with his Espeon, as Tyranitar's mind was impenetrable due to its immunity to Psychic. He'd risk it anyways.

"Tyranitar! Use- Oh shi-!"

It was unbelievable how fast Mischa had reacted to the appearance of Dark type. It was as though Nox had expected Nix to send out his Dark type and ordered his Espeon to use Grass Knot. Vines shot out from under the giant Tyranitar suddenly, and they pulled him down violently to the ground, strangling him to paralysis. Though, Dan-Dan managed to break free from this perfectly timed attack, and already had a mind of his own to do away with the Psychic type.

Moony was probably a better choice here. Nix mused darkly. Though, instantly, he regretted what he had just thought.

Dan-Dan's fists were engulfed in shadows, and he was towering over the now helpless Espeon.

"That's right, Payback.", Nix said, loving the name of the attack.

With one brisk movement of both of Dan-Dan's fists, Mischa was tossed over the boundaries of the stadium grounds, and fell in a heap into the stands. An evil smile grew over Nix's face, while ironically, a frown with the same inversed gradient grew onto Nox's. Soon enough, after Mischa's retreat, he had summoned a Tyranitar, who had its armored skin a few tones darker than Dan-Dan.

"Ram-Ram, Brick-break!" Nox yelled, after staying quiet for certain period of time. He, like Nix, noticed that telepathy wasn't going to work with his Tyranitar.

"Iron Head!" yelled Nix in return.

The two monstrous pokemon faced each other. The orders of their masters vivid in their heads. They were examining each other, as though thinking a way to outsmart their twin. Slowly they started to strafe into a circle, creating a stalemate. Suddenly, Dan-Dan saw an opening to attack and charged recklessly into his opponent. Ram-Ram was prepared to receive Dan-Dan, and threw a fist into his twin's head. The first found that the contact between its fist and Dan-Dan's hand resulted in extreme pain. Nix's pokemon, without being slowed down by this, rammed his cranium into the other's chest and lifted his equally monstrous foe from its feet, allowing it to fall on its back into the ground.

Nox face palmed. It looked like even though the move his Tyranitar had used was a fighting-type, its rock-like fists were useless against a Steel attack. Had it been a fighting type, the result would have been different, he thought.

"Rock Smash.", Nix said, confidently.

Nox, tired of taking risks, decided to go for something more foolproof.

"Surf!" He ordered.

Unfortunately for Nix, his opponent's pokemon was first to strike. Water plunged into the stadium and slammed into Dan-Dan. The Tyranitar fell fainted, lopsided to his left by the eminent blast of Surf.

Nix returned, him cringing at the battle. Two pokemon down and Nox was winning. He had to think of something drastic if he wanted to beat himself.

Think: Who could I use to fool myself? Maybe Moony. Yeah, Moony is good, I like Moony. Screw it.

Nox, on the other side of the arena, was watching Nix's pensive thoughts with an amused smile. He seemed to be a few plots ahead already, mentally jotting down ways to beat his enemy and show him who is the true master and who is the mere replica.

"What say you, Nix?!" His counterpart shouts at him; a small note of impatient glee in his voice. Nix looked up from observing his pokeballs with a rather wistful look in his eyes. As he looked at Nox, they turned from a yearning expression to determination.

He said nothing at Nox, if not, went straight to the point.

"Moony!"

The water was reduced and shuffled to a mere corner psychically when the Metagross entered the fray. Nox watched inquisitively, wanting to know what Nix was up to.

"Hammer Arm!" yelled Nix suddenly.

"Well, that was obvious. Earthquake!" said Nox.

Moony jumped up from where he stood with tremendous might. Ferociously, he lashed out one of his metallic legs onto his Tyranitar foe. Ram-Ram, not having time to brew up an Earthquake, takes a leg full of metal, and falls to the ground in a heap of rock. Nox clicked his tongue and returned.

"Time for something drastic. Ilia!" Nox called out as he threw a ball out in front of Moony. A female Blaziken appeared as the ball split open in a flash of light. Nox gripped the rail of his platform and called out.

"Quick! Sky Uppercut!"

"Moony, Zen Head- ugh."

Ilia was gruesomely quick. So quick that she managed to pound Moony up before Nix even had time to finish his order. The Metagross winced as he was thrown upwards, and managed to land on a leg, gaining his ground once more. He shook his metallic head as his eyes whirred in and out of focus before psychically propelling himself into the speedy demon, head butting it with Psychic power.

The attack became devastating. Ilia flew back into a wall as if she were bullet fired out of a revolver, and the Metagross triumphantly stood up, expressing his clear revenge without remorse.

"Psychic." Nix issued.

Without hesitation, Moony began conjuring a Psychic aura around the fallen Blaziken, until… it disappeared from sight. Moony instantly became confused and quickly cancelled the Psychic.

"Brave Blitz!" Nox suddenly called out.

What in the living hell?

This was probably what Nox was referring to as drastic. The disappeared Blaziken re-entered the Metagross's sight shortly after Nox's bizarre command was issued. Sick with speed, the bird of flames smashed into Moony engulfed in flaming feathers. It was Brave Bird and Fire Blitz, cleverly disguised as one attack. Moony fell back in awe and devastation at his opponent's cunning speed, and instantly fainted. Ilia, victorious, however rebounded off the Metagross and fell onto the ground after taking to much recoil to withstand.

The two simultaneous defeats only meant that both of them were going to have to read each other's mind to see what would be coming up. Both of them had returned their pocket monsters in the same exact second, and they began to battle with their stares instead. Thinking beyond winning the blinking contest, Nix gambled a pokeball from his belt and released the first thing his fingers would lay contact on. In moments of these, only Lady Luck held the truth. Out from his ball came Equinox, the Kadabra, while Nox unleashed his Dragonite.

If one thing was certain, it was that Lady Luck had not smiled upon Nix at all. The only way to defeat Nox's Dragonite will be to go kamikaze special attack, because after a round or two of the dragon-type's moves and the Kadabra was out with low defense.

"Hyper Beam, blast it with everything!"

Equinox positioned himself to aim up at the airborne Dragonite, whilst the latter received orders to Dragon Rush from Nox. Luckily for Nix's plan, the Kadabra was first to input his attack and conjured a beam of awesome power from his forehead, having both his hands spread wide open at the front of his head and channeling that energy to his enemy. The Dragonite received the overwhelming amount of Hyper Beam warmly, and was shot out of the sky. From its rough landing place, the dragon rushed into Equinox without hesitation, putting the Psychic type into a forceful sleep.

"I wonder if he felt anything." Nix sighed as he returned Equinox. He rummaged his last two pokeballs. It was difficult. Nox had three good pokemon left. Nix two. To vary, he needed something drastic. He pulled out Innes's, and flung it out into the fray.

The Blaziken was summoned in a blaze of light.

Nix barely hesitated upon looking at Nox's face while he passed a telepathic order to Innes that said "Stone Edge", whilst Nox went quite public about his next move.
"Aqua Tail!"

A bubble grew out of the Dragonite's tail acting as a cushion to it, so that when it would collide with Innes's side, the bubble would explode and splash treacherous water at him. Though, the Blaziken was determined to reach his foe first, and pounced straight at the dragon with his fists turned to rock. To Nix's surprise, the Blaziken scored a critical hit right at the belly of the beast, and the Dragonite fell out of the sky once more.

By the dry and deafening sound the Dragonite's hefty fall made, Nix assured himself that it fainted, and by the looks of it, so could Nox, as he instantly returned it to its ball. The odds had lopsided. They were both even again, and the gamble was now on Nox. Soon, though he resolved.

"Equival" Nox yelled, summoning a Kadabra that rivaled Nix's own. The psychic type looked even more reserved and calm than Equinox, which was saying something.

"Aerial Ace!"

"Psychic!"

Nox's choice was going to be obvious, so Nix thought of Aerial Ace as something quick to get damage through. Innes sliced the air with his karate fists, plunging towards the Kadabra, while this one rose its spoon up in the defense. Before he knew it, the Blaziken was flying in mid-air, suspended by the might of Equival's attack. Helplessly, he began to rotate at a ferocious speed and was cannoned into the stands. Coming after the sound of wreckage and a dust storm, one could observe the fighting type standing up wearily from his temporal grave. Clearly, Aerial Ace was not fast enough.

And what better moment than this one to say…

"Time for something drastic! Innes, Blast Burn!"

"Oh shi-Equival, Hyper Beam!"

The two pokemon started charging their lazurz. The Psychic pokemon firing up an aura of blinding light whilst the fire type had begun flaring up a ball of tenacious flames. After a considerable amount of powering themselves, both pokemon shot out their epic attacks, both bound for ultimate undesirable destruction. Both blasts of utter uncontrollable chaos collided with each other and created a nexus of ethereal madness. The stadium was swimming in win.

The classical ball of energy formed in between the tension of both blasts collided with each other. Both of their blasts were of equal force, and so the energy in the middle grew larger and larger with every second of determination. Each and every molecule of both monsters feeding these genocidal attacks aimed to annihilate their opponent. After tireless minutes of consummation of energy, the tension was too much to hold, and an explosion with the middle of the blasts erupted, creating the biggest flash bang effect Nix and probably Nox had ever seen.

After the fray was clear and visible again, Nix saw both pokemon lying on their backs, completely wasted. Both owners returned their own and looked into each other. Both of them holding mini-legendaries in their final ball.

"This is it, Nix, the final call. In very few, we will see who is the superior life form." Nox anticipated.

"You are just a copy of life." Nix taunted aggressively, and Nox scoffed at his statement. "Then it would be hilarious if a mere copy were to defeat you. What would that make you then? Unreal? Illegal? Unworthy of true life?"

"It would make me pretty god-damn stupid. That's for sure. You can never know too much about yourself." Nix answered what seemed to be a rhetoric question. Nox did not rest his case still. "I know everything there is to know about you, Nix. I know how you trust your remaining Dragonite. How from its basic form, you've trusted its strength and unholy determination to smite all that is wicked. That is a weakness! There is no trust or confidence in that between beast and human. There is intelligence, there is tactic!"

Nix shook his head. "Then, you truly aren't me. I don't know if you speak truly, or if you are trying to deceive me, enrage me, trying to make me see myself as something wretched with your words. All I know, Nox, is that the true original form of one's self is the only one that can sprout new ideas, and that can apply for creativity and that can learn new things. All you can do is copy that knowledge, and never truly understand it. That is your essence, that is your fate. You cannot even begin to defy it."

"Enough." said Nox defiantly, seemingly untouched by Nix's word. Stubbornness was one of Nix's qualities in situations like these. "We shall battle, for actions are deeper than words. Moontyle!"

A Metagross was summoned from Nox's thrown ball. Just like all his other pokemon, this one had a darker steely color to it. Nix summoned his Dragonite to battle Moontyle, and the final battle was on.

The two legendary beasts stood in front of each other. Even the sizzle of a breeze caressing the bulk of their brawn was audible in the deadly silence. Anxiety and rage, building up both in pokemon and trainer, tempted the lift and slam of a limb into the body of the foe. Each became the obstacle of the other. The path of the truth blocked by both their gigantic strength and potential. Nix and Nox, confronted, submitted their orders to their pokemon.

The Metagross's eyes flashed nefariously, and it pounded two of his heavy legs onto the ground whilst two chunks of ground broke off from the floor and slid rapidly towards Etherena. Rock Slide was issued. Etherena copied Moontyle's desire to bludgeon the ground, but instead of lifting piece of ground, he provoked a seismic movement to issue from the floor towards Moontyle in the form of an Earthquake attack. Both of their weaknesses exposed to their attack, and both of their strongest stats used: attack.

The Dragonite quickly became the target of the power rock attack and was swept across the floor to land at the base of Nix's platform, crumbs of rock sliding from his belly. The ground roared and erupted at the Metagross's end of the arena, and it was hit critically. A piercing sword of rock erupted from the ground and bluntly plunged into the steel pokemon's carapace, highlighting its weaknesses against the attack. It contracted its legs towards its body and rendered defeat. Nix's luck filled him with euphoria, and a need to burst out joyful laughter. He had been extremely since Etherena had been flinched by the rock slide attack and was completely vulnerable to another round of pain, possibly to defeat.

Nox smiled icily as he returned his trodden down Metagross. Not a word came from him before he ethereally vanished into the wall behind him, leaving Nix alone in the arena. It wasn't long before the walls caved in and psychedelic colors invaded Nix's vision that he realized he had woken from yet another dream involving a mirror.

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Completed Objectives:

1.) Go through the mirror.
2.) Meet the dark mirror image.
3.) Defeat dark mirror image in battle.

Requested Move:
Hydro Pump