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Plot
Aug 17, 2010 1:36:29 GMT -5
Post by Murron on Aug 17, 2010 1:36:29 GMT -5
A long time ago (about six hundred years ago), there was chaos. It became common knowledge where so many of the Legendary Pokemon were, and people began to attempt to catch them all. At first, it was rather innocent, with beginner Trainers thinking they could defeat the Legends- mostly they went after Pokemon such as Mew, Cresselia, the more benevolent ones that always went easy on the Trainer without losing. A hundred years passed in this manner, with several close calls and technology becoming developed to catch these elusive creatures.
Then the inexperienced became experienced, finding more locations of Pokemon with tips passed down from generation to generation, breaking into the dimensions of time and space, invading the Distortion World and violating the secret chambers of many others. Their methods were cruel, unusual, though they didn't get the gravity of what they were going. They even managed to find Arceus' resting place, tormenting the poor Pokemon to no end.
So, they fled, searching for a new land to populate, to form new entryways to their dimensions, to hide once more. But what they didn't count on was the Teams following, each in pursuit of their group of Legends. Magma wanted Groudon; Aqua wanted Kyogre; the Rockets were upset about their experiment leaving for good; and Galactic had gotten a new leader after Saturn died, one that was worse, if possible, than Cyrus had been. They'd learned from their mistake somewhat; they had to get all of them to make sure everything became balanced, so that none of the Legends of time, space, life, and distortion interfered.
Okay, so maybe they didn't learn.
Driven by a common goal, they merged into one Team. This was not because they'd all become friendly, no, they hated each other. But each Team planned to betray the other, to gain control of all the Legends and sneak out before anyone could guess. And each knew the other's intentions- it was fairly obvious. They counted on the other's double-cross to help them maintain sanity as they sailed onwards, through storm after storm, tracking the Legends.
They arrived in Aquesa in due time, which probably saved their lives. Food, especially fruit, was hard to come by on the open seas, even with modern technology, and water was a bit more of a problem, since they hadn't guessed that it would take so long to follow the Legendaries to their new home. And it was equally lucky that Aquesa was inhabited, with no opposing Teams to either merge with or crush with their 'almighty' power. Unfortunately, this meant that everyone in the new region had to be diligent when dealing with threats, and the natives weren't happy with the huge threat. But there wasn't anything they could do; there was too many of them.
And with a savage kind of glee, the merged Team, now calling themselves Team Serpent, hunted after the Legendaries before they could find a place to hide. Many of them became violent, trying to protect themselves; prominently, Darkrai began messing with the humans' dreams, though it went a step too far and permanently damaged several psyches along the way- the majority of Team Serpent's members, to be precise. This marked their downfall.
The nightmares had involved visions of the Legends slaughtering them, something the majority of them wouldn't do (the rest were another story entirely). This normally wouldn't have done any harm, but Darkrai wasn't used to influencing the dreams of so many other people at the same time, and became rather clumsy with its efforts, warping the dreamers' perception of reality before it could stop.
At first, everything seemed fine- Team Serpent continued to hunt down the Legends, never succeeding until, ten years after their original arrival, they finally DID catch one. Or, at least, almost caught one- several of the Grunts who'd caught it tortured the Pokemon, Shaymin, eventually killing it viciously. While the Grunt was imprisoned, the damage was done. The Legendaries were capable of being killed, which boosted the morals of Darkrai's unintentional victims.
Despite the risks, they continued attempting to kill the rest, succeeding mainly through sheer numbers as the Legends broke their rules of not interacting too much with humans and ambushing them in self-defense. Some died through sheer naivety, thinking they could convince the Grunts to not hurt them; other died 'honorably,' kicking and fighting even after they were killed as their reflexes continued. The rest died through dirty tactics, which angered the leaders of Team Serpent; they were supposed to catch them, not kill them!
As they died, the Legends lent their power to Arceus, creator of the universe, and Mew, the creator of Arceus and the Pokemon of the newly-created universe. In death, their spirits were held in stasis together, and they learned of what Darkrai had done- but they did not cast the Legendary out, who had done what it thought best. For once, they forgave it.
This was under the assumption that Arceus and Mew would be able to quell the tides of destruction that was destroying them.
Mew fell first of the last two, trying to lead several hundred Grunts in a wild goose chase-esque game so they would be too busy chasing it to find Arceus. Doubly unfortunate, Arceus attempted to intervene during the last few seconds of the fight that ensued, getting itself wounded and not saving Mew. As swiftly as it could, the last Legend tried to hide, bringing with it the thirty-four spirits of its status, but was caught swiftly. Unlike the others, it was caught by the few that weren't corrupted, though this was equally as bad.
The people inhabiting Aquesa had felt the death of things as each Legend was murdered, though hadn't been able to guess what it was that was devastating them so. However, once news spread that Team Serpent finally had caught a Legend after fifty years of seemingly bumbling about, they grew outraged- they had failed in their attempts to preserve the purity of their region. But why, they thought, did Arceus not escape?
It was wounded, yes, but it healed- the problem was, it had no way to use the power lent to it while protecting the spirits of the fallen at the same time, and so lay dormant. Until, of course, the Team began quarreling over who got it, while simultaneously trying to guard where the greatest Legend lay from the Grunts remaining that were effectively brainwashed by this point from over-stimulation of punishment and their fears. In the dead of night, a large group gathered and killed the guard, breaking into the vault that contained the weary Arceus, blobs of light surrounding it- yellow and teal for Jirachi, purplish-grey for Mewtwo, sand and red for Regirock, and so on and so forth. They began tormenting the spirits and Arceus, causing alarms to sound and people to rush in. Startled by the noise and commotion, Arceus lashed out, banishing the spirits it was supposed to guard to distant corners of Aquesa. The attack it used next killed it, for it cost too much power even with the borrowed strength of thirty-four Legends, and its spirit floated up, up, up into the stratosphere, before falling into a cavern deep within the earth, taking along with it one of the Admins whom had been tricked into joining, stealing its body, tossing out the spirit already inside, and changing the shape to suit its preferences before falling, once more, into an energy-storing sleep.
The other spirits mimicked this, forming underground and even floating ruins kept up with its 'family's' power, stealing the bodies of other humans. And so they lay in their new prisons, safe from Team Serpent, which broke up from the devastation publicly, but staying alive in the back alleys, trying to find the Legends.
But after four hundred or so years of safety and isolation, without fear of anything such as food deprivation or dehydration, wouldn't you grow bored?
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