[Detail Rating: 6 (Slightly gruesome.)]
“How many berries did we need Luke?”
“Erm… six Oran berries, I think.”
“Well I have four… and how many do you have?”
Luke was busy eating an Oran Berry. His obliviousness got the better of him as the Turtwig kept interrogating the Charmander for the thousandth time. Luke simply rolled his eyes and scoffed down the berry.
“Well now I have one Oran Berry, Zack.”
“Damnit Luke! We could've been done with this mission already!” The small turtwig exclaimed in a serious tone. He obviously wanted to get out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. Zack looked at the ground for the moment with a disappointed look on his face. Luke, of course, didn't even notice. He was busy thinking about what to fight next. The young feral always had it out for others who threaten him. His skill of flame control was penultimate to that of a Heatran, but his inadequate temper gives him the impulse to try more than knockout his opponent. Zack was different. He had empathy for the weak and pathetic. His outlook was from many points of view rather than just one. However, he is more demanding to the others. Zack was always very finicky. His cunning was that of a weavile, and only equal to his demanding nature. Luke is the only Pokémon he knows that can actually cope with such a nuisance, and Zack knows, as well as upholds this fact.
Zack lifted his head. “You know… it's starting to get dark.” He stated.
“Oh wow… like I needed a detective to inform me of that.” Luke retorted.
“Well, we can always use one of your wisp thingies if it gets too dark.” Zack replied in a positive attitude.
“Of course! What, do you THINK i’m going to do, just waltz around in a blanket of darkness? Heck, anything could jump us if we did that. Of course, whatever it is would get a burn they would never forget… or I just gouge out their eyes like the last Yanmega we fought.” Luke explained in a dark, yet somewhat cheerful voice.
The thought of that event caused Zack to shiver a bit. Never had he seen a small animal such as that one Charmander tearing out the eyes of a Yanmega. He said it was out of self defense. Was it really that? By the time the gouging occurred, it was already on the ground in flames. Zack, of course, didn't want to question Luke on that because of the intimidation he felt standing even thirty feet away from him. His presence was that of a negative passion; a rose with thorns. Those he met were charmed by him, but later found out the feral personality that engulfed Luke himself.
“Anyway- hey look an Oran Berry!” Zack tipped his leaf in the direction of the berry, located at the top of a small bush.
“MINE!” Luke exclaimed as he jumped into the bush, setting it alight as he grabbed the Berry. He almost bit into it before Zack stopped him with a quick whip of his vine.
“Excuse me, but I believe we had a mission to submit, Luke.” Zack stated.
“But… fine. I get it.” He threw the Oran Berry back into his treasure bag. Meanwhile, the flames from the bush were slowly absorbed by Luke’s skin, giving him an orange glow.
“Anyway, how about we start heading back in time for dinner? I’m starving…” Zack complained as his belly growled.
“You're a grass type, Zack. You just need sunlight is all.” Luke reminded Zack.
“But us grass types usually eat berries and apples because they store the exact same nutrition we produce when photosynthesising.” Zack replied.
“Why can't you just photosynthesi- oh.” Luke had realized night had fallen on the duo, preventing the use of photosynthesis entirely.
“Mhm…” Zack gave Luke a flat stare.
With that, Luke reluctantly followed Zack through the dungeon that was Oran Forest and started their usual journey back home. Their source of light was Luke, as he kept glowing from the use of his Flash Fire ability. Halfway home, Zack noticed something different about the road. A huge crater had indented the side of the path they were walking on. There wasn't a foreshadowing noise or sight of it before it hit the ground, as it was still smoldering, and the land it had impacted was still fresh. Zack examined the crater with suspicion of another one of Kierra’s stories… about a sudden meteor strike that would change the world for the better, or the one about Deoxys falling from the sky from a meteor itself, or the tell-tale sign of a recent meteor shower. Whatever it was… it was definitely a meteor. There was a huge rock in the middle of the crater that looked exactly like a meteor. Luke told Zack to stand back, as he didn't want him to get burned. Luke simply walked into the crater and on top of the meteor. He peered through the holes, finding nothing but a few purple and orange crystals. With that, he took a few loose crystals and a rock sample.
“What are these crystals?” Luke asked, holding up an orange Crystal towards Zack.
“Dunno. They seem valuable though… Perhaps we could sell them?” Zack suggested.
“Well, they're shiny, and I like shiny, so you can keep these purple crystals instead.” Luke commanded. He put the purple crystals into Zack’s section of the treasure bag.
“Kierra said something about meteors in a few of her stories. We should ask her about them before we even decide to make a profit.” Zack suggested, rethinking his last plan of putting the crystals into the market.
“Good idea. We’ll do it in the morning. I'm tuckered out, and I'm sure Kierra is too.”
The duo headed for the guild they called Home. The center of the guild was quiet. Nocturnal Pokémon of the guild can be heard finally waking up, and a few Murkrow flew into the center. From there, Luke and Zack went to their dorm. Luke put the bag under the desk in the corner of the room, along with a slightly burnt notepad and pencil, both belonging to Zack. The duo went to sleep on their hay-made beds.
DAY 2 (Day)
Waking up was a great weakness for Luke. He always felt like sleeping in and being lazy until exactly twelve o’clock. Zack, on the other hand, was in the guild center, photosynthesising near a tree. The center was a beautiful marble circle with a giant statue of the guildmaster himself on it. The Flygon was extremely aged, but his strive for control and equilibrium within the guild remained a vibe that everyone else could feel just by looking at the statue itself. His second in command, a Serperior, was always spying on the center, even if you didn't think he was there. Of course… he was a force to be reckoned with. Zack remembers the time a Zorua attempted to smuggle illegal items into the guild. It ended with fang marks in the neck, broken bones and ribs from the constriction, and a slash mark on her right eye, not to mention expulsion from the guild entirely.
It's here where we are a team.
A team that protects and delivers justice for those with a dream.
Those who go against us will have honor in their deaths.
And those who try to denounce our name will find their last breath.
Of course, we appreciate the code us citizens uphold.
As everybody is deemed innocent until foretold.
Zack kept reminding himself of the guild’s motto. He recited it when boredom became an interest. He had nothing to do except…
“Oh! The crystals!”
Zack quickly went to his dorm, grabbed the bag containing both the purple and orange crystals, and headed off to Kierra’s den.
Luke, of course, was still sleeping; his snout against the floor and his tail stuck in an upward position with his belly on the ground. It looked as if he was his own little lamp post.
Zack rushed through the center and into part of the woods, where he encountered Kierra, the oldest Ninetales he's ever known… that is, she was the only Ninetales he knew. Kierra was third in command and ran the Intelligence and Research committee at the guild. Being over eight-hundred years old, she knew practically everything around the guild. Kierra easily noticed Zack rushing over with his heavy steps and gasping.
“What's the rush Zack? Someone mess with the chemistry sets again? Thought I put them in the quarantine closet-”
“No no no, that's not why I'm here.”
Zack threw the bag in front of Kierra, releasing a variety of Orange and Purple crystals.
“Me and Luke-”
“You mean ‘Luke and I?’” She interjected in her usual regal tone.
“...Yeah… we found these crystals. Do you know anything about em?”
She floated one of the orange crystals near her eyes. Examining it closely, she realized this wasn't just a crystal, but a fragment of an evolutionary stone.
“It's a fragment of a fire stone.” She explained.
Zack knew what a fire stone was, but had no idea what a fragmented fire stone was capable of.
“So… it's useless?” Zack assumed, a tad disappointed.
Kierra threw the fragment onto the ground with her psychic and smashed it. The fragment turned into dust. She then picked up the powder and set it alight.
“Evolutionary stones are extremely powerful. Fire stones, for example, burn eternally. The fragments burn for slightly less than an eternity… perhaps around a few millenniums or more. You just need to pulverize them first, which is easy to do by crushing it with your foot.” Kierra explained. She then condensed the powder and absorbed the flame radiating off of it.
“Where exactly did you find fire stone remains in the first place?” She questioned while taking a look at the purple fragments.
“Well, we were coming back from Oran Forest when we stumbled upon a meteor-” Zack was interrupted yet again by Kierra.
“Ahem, I think you mean ‘meteorite.’”
You are really starting to annoy me… Zack thought.
“That's my job. Seems I'm still as well as I used to be.” Kierra telepathed to Zack.
“Anyway, we found it in a meteorite back on the path to Oran Forest. So… yeah.” Zack explained, ignoring what Kierra telepathed.
“Right, that makes sense. These are… rare fragments. These purple fragments are speckled like moon stones, but are as dark as dusk stones. I think this may be an exceedingly rare hybrid evolution stone. It works like both a dusk and a moon stone.” Kierra explained.
“So… it's useful?” Zack asked, his eyes shining with hope.
“More than useful, really. It's an antique. It's not meant to be used, but instead it should be preserved.” Kierra explained.
“However, these are just fragments. I need the full stone to actually use it, otherwise it's useless.” She continued.
“Damnit. Well the meteorite is over at the path halfway until you hit Oran Forest. You can't miss it, trust me.” Zack reassured.
“In that case, I’ll need to get some supplies from my den before heading out. Thanks for sharing this with me Zack. Mind if I keep the fragments for research?”
“I don't mind at all.”
“Good. You can see yourself out on another mission now. I'll do the hard work that is research.”
Zack continued back to the town center after emptying the treasure bag full of crystals in front of Kierra.
Upon entering the square, Zack noticed Luke running at everybody as if he were an electrike. He kept asking the same question over and over again to his victims.
“Have you seen a treasure bag?! It's small and has a bunch of shiny gems in it!” He questioned.
“If that were the case, I'm hunting for that bag! How-wee, that's gotta be a lot of moola soon to be mine!” One of the murkrows jested.
Of course, Luke wasn't joking, especially after launching a fireball at the murkrow, setting its tail-feathers alight.
“AH- MY FEATHERS! I JUST HAD THEM GROOMED! YOU PIECE OF SHIT. WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” The murkrow exclaimed.
“Lay a feather on that bag and I'll personally skin you alive.” Luke sneered at the murkrow. His face expression changed from a serious look to a sinister expression getting to the end of his sentence.
The murkrow went silent, shaking in fear.
Luke saw Zack enter the center of the guild. He immediately ran up to him.
“Because the fragments are useless…”
“Oh.” Luke said in a disappointed tone. “That sucks…”
“Anyway, how about we just do some missions for today, alright? We’ve got to wait for Kierra to finish her research anyway, so we gotta kill time somehow.” Zack suggested.
“Alright fine… I'll follow.” Luke responded, still disappointed. He didn't care about the research. All he wanted were his orange ‘shiny stones’ back. He thought he earned them fair and square. Besides, he thought they would make some great accessories if he wore them like a brace or a glove… until they were deemed useless, that is.
Test Log 3.1
Subject’s heart stopped four days ago. Carried the corpse onto the examination table. From there, we confirmed the victim’s status: deceased. There were severe cuts and scratches across his belly, as well as for the rest of the abdomen. Face was in mint condition. Both arms had a few cuts, still bleeding out a bit, even after four days of being dead. Conducted experimental revived seed remedy on test subject.
Source of Death: Extreme Laceration across the belly. Heart pierced with a dagger.
Test Log 3.2
Test subject’s wounds were healed after the course of ten days. Left the dagger in his heart to prevent faulty regeneration; we shall remove it later. Today, we have a heartbeat recorded from the subject. The dagger, however, had a pristine red glow to it. Doing research as is.
Source of Revival: Reviver-Seed remedy enchanted with a Revival Orb
Test Log 3.3
Test subject woke up feeling rejuvenated. The dagger had not caused any bleeding, until it was pulled out by the test subject. Upon removal, the wound in his heart instantly regenerated, but had strange black marking similar to stitches. When we had entered the room, the test subject was frightened. He threw the dagger at one of us, completely missing. However, the stitches on his heart slowly faded one by one, resulting in a slight bleed that escalated into near gushing of blood. Medical tools did not work to sew the skin back together, as they had simply bent upon interaction with it. One of the surgeons brought the dagger back to the table. Coincidentally, the wound sealed up as if the tearing never happened.
Hypothesis: The dagger is a limit to the test subject’s life, as it controls the stitching around the heart. If moved away from the test subject, the wound slowly opens until brought back. This is obviously another failed experiment.
Position: Failure. Dispose of Quickly.
Side Note: This proves the removal of weapons from the body should be done beforehand, otherwise it will result in a bloodbound curse towards the weapon the victim had died to. In this case, our test subject was impaled with a dagger, thus bloodbinding the dagger to him.
- Universal Revival Salve Experiment 6: Fraden Guild Infirmary -
Day 2 (Night)
Zack was heaving an enormous pile of apples on top of his back shell. Making it to the guild input, he left the bag there for inspection. Luke, at the same time, came in eating a Sitrus Berry from his bag of berries. He didn't really care all too much about respect. With that, he flung the bag onto the ground. A pansage documented the input of resources regularly. Inspecting the bag of apples, he checked off Zack from the list of resource gatherers. The pansage then looked at Luke’s bag of berries, which held quite a variety. Of course, half of the bag was burnt in the process of the expedition.
“Remind me to get you a fireproof bag next time…” The pansage said to Luke.
“Will do.” He responded with his mouth filled with a Sitrus Berry.
“And one more thing-” The pansage turned to the Turtwig, “-with the apple yield you have, the guildmaster agreed to my request in giving you a proper treasure bag. Now, you have two choices: an adventurer’s bag, or a transport bag.”
Zack’s eyes shone with glee, until he was hit with the decision.
“What's the difference?” He asked.
“Well, the adventurer’s bag holds around thirty items, but prevents you from carrying anything on your shell. Say Luke wanted to hitch a ride, he wouldn't fit on top of your shell… so that's that. The transport bag holds less items, but allows the riding of others on your back shell. It's a great support bag in case of injury or paralyzation of the such.” The pansage explained.
Zack thought about it for a moment before making up his decision. Luke does get tired after awhile of walking, so the transport bag seems like the best choice.
“I'll take the transport bag.” Zack stated in an honorable tone.
“Noted. The bag will be mailed to your dorm tomorrow. It has to be sewn and reinforced in the resource management department before being shipped, of course. It could be a tad late, so please don't hope for it to be there right as you wake up.” The pansage explained.
“Thanks!” exclaimed Zack in a now ironically cheerful voice.
“Lucky…” said Luke in a jealous tone. He had to do a few missions just to get his rookie treasure bag. Why does Zack get it after only two missions?
Day 3 (Day)
Before six o’clock, a Chatot had run into the center of the guild with his bell and mallet. Being a newbie at doing rollcall, he hit the bell softly, thinking everybody else was used to its sound and thus waking them all up at once. The nocturnal gang of the guild went back into their dorms, as usual. Eventually, after a few minutes, the Chatot became frustrated by the lack of activity according to his bell ringing, and simply flew up to a nearby tree and flung the bell into the ground, resulting in a cacophonous chime only bearable to the deafened.
Zack immediately sprang up from his bed, and Luke had readied an ember at the door once hearing the awful screech of the bell. Nobody came. Luke spat out the ember on the ground and snuffed it out in a huff.
“Rollcall… and this time the rookie decided to take the job.” Luke said with a slightly disappointed, yet annoyed tone.
“I'm up…” Zack said, ruffled a bit from the bell’s ring.
“Head out to the center, I’ll meet you there.” Luke commanded.
Within that moment, Zack ran out of the room and to the guild center. A massive amount of guild members crowded the guild center, chatting and mumbling amongst themselves. The rookie Chatot, perched on the tree, had lost his grip and fell into the crowd, drowning in a sea of the guild’s population. Meanwhile, a Flygon started to make way towards the center statue, along with a Serperior, and Kierra. The Flygon simply perched on top of his statue as a sign of authority, while the Serperior had swiftly slithered to the left of the monument. Kierra was at the right, grooming her paw. Luke came out soon after, rubbing his eyes a bit.
“NOW THEN.” The Flygon shouted, startling everybody into an abrupt silence.
“I'm sure everybody is concerned with the current status of the guild system, and it is my duty to announce said statuses, while also rebalancing and transporting members to the guilds marked as ‘significant.’ Kierra, being the leader of research, and Markus, having full control over our communications, have successfully mapped out a decisive route for each group who shall be transported. First, I shall announce the guild statuses, then we will get a move on from there.”
The Flygon pulled out a paper from his treasure bag.
“Darson: Safe. Tyran: Safe. Ghardill: Safe. Histran: Safe. Zara: Safe. Lilen: Euclid. Saffron: Euclid. Fraden…”
The guildmaster paused, squinting to read what he had believed as untrue.
The entire guild practically gasped at once. The Flygon had turned to his Serperior second-in-command.
“What's the meaning of this?!” He yelled to the Serperior.
“Communications were cut off entirely. Two guild members were killed en route to Fraden itself. Plausible reports of experimentation upon its own residents has been confirmed by both the Saffron and Lilen guilds. Transport outside of Fraden has also been cut off entirely. This not only is in violation of multiple pact codes, but also allows us to wage war upon them at will. Lilen and Saffron have both agreed on a treaty to form an Allied power against Fraden, and ask of you to consider volunteering in their self-defense effort.” Said Markus in a serious tone.
“The decision is obvious. We’re joining Saffron and Lilen with their so-called ‘Allied Power,’ as long as it pressures Fraden to contemplate their decisions for the better.” The guildmaster demanded.
“As you wish, Hamilton.” Markus bowed and scurried back into the guild.
Kierra stood completely still to the right of the statue.
“Kierra, take care of the team division and transportation. I need to attend a more important scenario.” Hamilton flew into the guild in search for Markus.
Kierra easily remembered Hamilton’s speech from top to bottom. The guild was in a mass conversation.
“Guys.” She said calmly. The guild, of course, did not respond.
“GUYS.” She sternly yelled, with little to know success.
“That's it…” Kierra emitted a piercing sound through her telepathy, causing the guild members to fall to their knees.
“THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“I CANT HEAR ANYTHING.”
“MAKE IT STOP…”
After a while, Kierra stopped emitting the sound, causing everybody else to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Now then, I believe it was my turn to speak.” She announced.
“Xavin, Rai, you two head to the Lilen guild. Fay, Phil, you head to Saffron and discuss the defensive plans the guild has enforced. Zack, Luke, you two have a special assignment in Zara.”
Luke and Zack immediately ran up to Kierra.
“SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT?!” Zack exclaimed happily.
“And what exactly are we doing that's so special?” Luke asked.
“I have gotten enough shards to create five fire stones from the meteorite. Zara has had a large amount of Eevees ever since the forest fire. A lot of the Eevees are from said forest fire, and due to overpopulation, and the upcoming winter, there will be many losses if they cannot maintain their heat. Five volunteers had contacted me via Pelipper to send over the fire stones ASAP, so I'm sending you over while I do some conductive research on Fraden.”
“Consider it done!” Zack replied eagerly.
“As long as I get my stones back, I'm all in.” Luke stated.
“Good. Head to the crossroads north of the guild, and from there, head east. Zara should be directly on the path.”
Luke and Zack head to the crossroads with Luke’s treasure bag, as well as the fire stones held within. From there, they headed east.
Of course, Kierra was surprised with the coincidence of Zack’s treasure bag arriving from the resources department as soon as he had departed. A small pansage holding a saddle-bag fan up to Kierra.
“Bag’s done! Now, where’s Zack’s dorm again? I was sure you would know because of your time here at the guild, Kierra.” The pansage cheerfully assumed.
“Change of plans: you're going to leave that at the delivery center and mark it for its arrival at Zara.” She quickly demanded.
“Will do!” The pansage quickly ran off to the guild, and from there, to the delivery center.
“How's the experimentation going? Any success?”
“Well… yes and no. We revived a Totodile stabbed in the heart earlier, but the dagger became bloodbound… resulting in a failure. The experiment before him simply resulted in instant revival, then the test subject spontaneously turned to dust. The revival part is succeeding, but it never goes without a hitch.”
“You're keeping the failures in obsidian cages, correct?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Lead me to them. I want to see the other ‘hitches’ for the first few test subjects.”
The duo headed out of the room and made their way into a large, reinforced chamber.
“Fifteen cages so far. At least the experiment progress is being logged.”
She looked around the cages and saw multiple failures with different disabilities. The Totodile holding his dagger close to his chest, a Ratatta with soulless white eyes staring at her without blinking once, a Zorua stuck between disguises, and many more.
“Hmmm… none of them seem indirectly useful…”
“Well, there's this growlithe who seems slightly useful.”
She looked in the cage with the growlithe. It was shaking, and crying a bit. Her partner rattled the cage with a swing of his fist.
“KEEP IT DOWN. It's inspection time!”
The growlithe was still startled, but the crying had stopped. He sat in the corner, still shaking. His pupils were blood red, and fangs slightly longer than usual.
“Now, use ember.”
The growlithe hesitated, but shot an ember from out of its cage. Rather than the normal red flame it usually spat, the flame was blue, and it hindered in the air a while before dissipating.
“Record states his mother was a Vulpix and the father was another Growlithe. Disgusting. If anything, his blue flames yield interesting properties.”
“And what's that, exactly?”
“Whispers… faint ones… and they're slightly hotter than the usual flame of a fire type.”
“Whispers? I don't care about power, just progress.”
She looked at the growlithe and asked in a kind voice,”May you use ember once more, please?”
The growlithe grew calm. It flew another ember out of the cage. This time, the ember stayed a whole minute before dissipating. She heard faint whispers from the flame during its lifespan.
“Wrong… it's… wrong… I created them, and I end it all. Why do they strive? Why? It's all wrong… wrong…”
“Hmph.” She let out a cold sigh.
“We found him dead under a large oak tree. Starvation got the better of him, and we found a pile of pidgey bones next to his corpse. His last meal was a pidgey.”
“I'm not sure what that was… but it's against us, that's for sure. Isolate the growlithe for now. We can't have him in our line of sight. Whatever it is… it's learning.”
“On it.” With that, he covered the cage in a fireproof cloth. The growlithe started squealing and crying once again.
After a few cages, she noticed one with a pile of dust in it. This was obviously the test subject before the Totodile. Oddly enough, she still felt as if something was in that very cage before leaving for her next victim.