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Now was her chance... She'd only heard about these distortions through word of mouth, and Josh explained only on the surface level what was really known about them, but they were sparse and no one had any solid information... Yuina kept her eyes and ears open, and then there was a surge of reports of the warehouse district in Slateport City being completely overtaken by the powers of space-time, a distortion had broken through and was wreaking havoc in the area. It sounded dangerous... They'd completely evactuated the surrounding area and then some... But she had to know, she had to know why something in the back of her mind nagged at her about these things...[break][break]
Yuina made her way into the limits of Slateport, there was no question about where the distortion had formed, the crackling energy and darkened skies in the near distance was a dead giveaway, and she stood at the very edge of the... Wall? The crackling, surging wall of energy that split space-time in two. She stared at it intently, with Nyla standing beside her, and while they hadn't even touched anything yet, the two felt... uneasy for sure. Nyla hissed as a particularly harsh crackle surged outwards, like a tendril trying to grab onto the both of them, but Yuina didn't flinch. She was focusing, concentrating, this energy just felt so familiar, in the deepest deepest parts of her consciousness she could swear she'd heard this crackling energy before... But why?[break][break]
"You feel it too... Don't you? You know that this is familiar," Yuina spoke, barely a whisper, like it was a terrible, awful secret that she couldn't bring herself to say aloud, but Nyla's claw brushed Yuina's hand as the Sneasler looked to her, and nodded.[break]
"I... I don't know if I'm ready... What happens if...," she couldn't bring herself to finish the statement, there were so many what ifs... What if this was dangerous and she shouldn't even be here? What if this did answer some of her questions? What if it answered none of them? What if it only gave her more questions and had nothing to do with her memories at all? There... There were just too many possibilities, too many anomalies, she couldn't know that this had anything to do with her... But she couldn't shake the feeling that it did somehow... That wasn't going to go away unless she acted on it. Yuina didn't say anything, but she grabbed Nyla's claw, and drawing in a breath as if she were getting ready to jump into the darkest ocean, she and Nyla stepped into and through the crackling energy and onto the other side.[break][break]
Immediately upon entering the distortion, Yuina struggled and held her hands to her head to alleviate the sheer pressure of the environment, to no avail. She felt as if her ears were clogged and her head was heavy from an intense headache, she could hardly hear anything and focusing on anything with her eyes was impossible. The very air shook and trembled, glitching almost as if struggling to find what part or what side of time-space it was supposed to settle, nothing was stable. She felt like she was trying to speak, but she could hear nothing but muffled, mumbled voices, and at that point she couldn't even determine if it was her own voice as she barely managed to gain sight of Nyla who seemed both far away and standing right in front of her at the same time. The poison type too was struggling, but seemed to catch onto something as she grabbed Yuina's hand, and they moved through the distortion together. It both felt like an eternity between each step, and that she'd blinked and they were no where near where they had started, and Yuina wasn't sure how much longer she could take the pressure of being here, until she coughed and breathed again and for that brief moment things were clear, like she had popped her ears in changing air pressure.[break][break]
She couldn't be sure that she was actually standing in the middle of a grassy field with a couple of trees and some water in the distance, it was all so fuzzy, Yuina couldn't make out anything truly, but Nyla approached a tree and placed her claws on it, and in the wood of the tree there was an exact indention in the shape of her claws, like she recognized the marks... Like she had made them? What... What did that mean? Yuina couldn't discern what this was, it was like she was watching outside of her own consciousness, but something about this 'vision' felt so... real? Like she'd been there before... But that was impossible? She couldn't make out anything that could tell her where this place was...[break]
In another crackle of energy, almost like a lightning strike, everything was gone, everything vanished and they were back in the crackling expanse of glitching energy, but Nyla hissed and bared her claws as something approached them with snarling fangs and a bared horn... Yuina turned to look, it was a large blue fured Pokemon standing on four legs with snarling fangs and a finned tail, and a proud black and red horn coming from the shell on its head... It was poised to attack, and Nyla was ready to defend, but the thought that came to Yuina's mind, a flash of an image, and then a name, it was so intrusive and so powerful of an urge, she couldn't help it.[break][break]
"Daikenki," she blurted out, directed at the Samurott, and the water type stopped and stood up straighter, looking intently now at the human. Nyla stammered, that name... Saying it outloud... She remembered it too, like an incredibly far away distant memory that was surfacing... Yuina blinked, trying to focus... Could it really be? Did she remember this Pokemon? Like an actual memory?[break]
"Daikenki, I... I know you... I... Remember you," Yuina stammered... She couldn't believe it... She struggled then in that moment, the distortion shuttered and crackled violently in its twisting and unstable energy, she'd spent too long within its confines, her mind could hardly take it any more. Her vision became clouded, tunneled, and she couldn't hold consciousness much longer, but she felt herself being picked up, and placed atop familiar, smooth blue fur before everything went black...

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[attr="class","angelotag"] angelo vestri

[attr="class","angelomain"]Could these be a cog within the calamity?

There are so many things it could be. So many things could be his undoing.

Angelo stands on the edge of the space-time distortion. Wind teasing his hair and tugging at the edges of his clothes, beckoning him into its dark, lightning illuminated storm.

He’d dived into them before with barely a breath of hesitation. Hungry for their secrets, an undocumented phenomenon rich for exploration. Now they could play a part in what Latios had warned him of, a danger that had been the motivation for the legendary to grant him a most precious gift.

When he gives himself into the alluring tug of the distortion, its not to seek its mysteries so much as it is to master them.

Beneath the howling of the storm, Hisuian pokémon emerge bloodthirsty. With his sneasel he spends his time honing his abilities and sharpening his eye. Avoiding attacks with swift feet, skulking invisible through the warped plane and directing sneasel’s metal claws with a huntsman’s observance.

When he leaves the space-time distortion weary but satisfied from the results of the training, Angelo is the possession of a newly evolved weavile and a glittering, emerald shard.

► evolving sneasel to weavile
► collecting 1 green shard

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