Exploring Ultra Space was not for the faint of heart. To the common civilian, jumping through one of the portals that were dotted around Hoenn was a death sentence. Ultra Space was definitively hostile toward the denizens of Earth, similar to how white blood cells are hostile to bacteria. A prospective explorer shall need training and skill to successfully navigate these alien realms without meeting a horrible end.

Ambrose had neither, but he was mentally imbalanced which was almost just as good. When he heard of these portals into another dimension, he had become obsessively fixated. To a man that has seen and done everything, this was like getting the chance to start life over again. He was warned of the dangers, yet he remained undeterred. After all, it was his chosen Purpose to experience and explore everything he possibly could--he would not miss out on this opportunity just because it was treacherous.

He first secured a guide, a gun for hire that had visited the Ultra Sea once before to fight along side the League against Rocket. His fee was heavy, but to Ambrose no payment would be too great when it came to this experience. He then chose a destination, wading through rumors and publicly released reports about what hid behind each portal. To Ambrose, the ruined city of Lesser Megalopolis seemed like the best stop. With an obnoxiously large camera in hand and the spirit of adventure in his heart, Ambrose would embark upon his fated journey.

Those first few moments upon exiting the portal were pure magic. Sure he felt like throwing up every one of his vital organs, but laying his eyes upon a ruined alien city filled Ambrose with a sense of childlike wonder. He immediately started taking pictures, his camera clicking loudly and flashing every time he clicked the shutter button. His guide seemed unamused, walking ahead while Ambrose took in the bleak scenery. "Don't linger." The guide said curtly as he carefully started toward the city. "Ultra Beasts could be anywhere, I'd rather not get into a fight five minutes in."

Ambrose cackled, dismissing his companion's concern. "Come now, don't be such a drag. Where's your sense of adventure!?"

Gwyar Wledig

tl;dr
--Ambrose is being a tourist in Lesser Megalopolis.

Prompts Accomplished

--Ambrose Hendrix's experience as a musician and/or struggles with 'purpose' must be explored. 1/3

LESSER MEGALOPOLIS

With Ambrose Hendrix

The feeling of something solid cracking under his steel heel gave the knight pause.

Taking a half step back, the blonde's eyes narrowed ever so slightly upon seeing slightly familiar pieces of crystals covering the pavement like glitter dust, before he took a knee to get a closer look, reaching down with a gloved hand.

"...? Z-crystals?" He wondered out loud, taking a more careful look at his surroundings.

They weren't exactly 'everywhere', but there were enough around to give him pause. The crystals were uncommon as it were— these many in a single location certainly raised an eyebrow. Nonetheless, he chose not to linger, averting his gaze to focus more on the rest of his surroundings instead.

The quiet, unnerving atmosphere of the abandoned city was a beast in and of itself. It was tempting to reach into his holster and bring out at least one of his pokemon, just for the sake of company, but a perhaps toxically masculine part in him almost refused.

In any case, he already had a pokemon out— he would be back any second now.

He was just about to let go of his pokeball when a mad, sickening cackle echoed through the empty streets.

For just a brief moment, he felt chills rising along his spine.

Vaguely heard words came echoing through the vacated alleyways.

Against his better judgement, Gwyar closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before raising his own voice.

"Who goes there?" He said, while signaling to his one pokemon outside to go ahead and prepare—

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PROMPTS
♦ 04 discover permanently defunct and dull Z-CRYSTALS scattered about the city.

Ambrose perked up as a human voice echoed from nearby. The guide instantly tensed, reaching for a pokeball on his belt. Ambrose threw his own caution to the wind, running past his guide and in the direction that the voice had come from. The guide flinched as Ambrose ran past, fruitlessly reaching his hand out and yelling out an ignored warning. "Wait don't run off it's not safe here!"

Safe? When was discovery ever safe? Ambrose rolled his eyes at his guide's concern, he was starting to think that he had hired a coward. Ambrose turned a street corner and came upon--some sort of knight? Ambrose gasped with pure joy, the visual of a stalwart knight with the backdrop of a ruined city was just too perfect. He raised his camera and took a picture to capture the image before trotting forward.

"Hail fellow traveler! What's poppin' my man?" Ambrose stopped as he heard a crunch under his boots, looking down to find shattered crystals across the ground. Ambrose grinned, "Whoa gnarly." Ambrose slid his foot back and took a picture of the scattered stones, each of them reflecting an aura of beautiful light as his camera flashed.

The guide rounded the corner shortly after, a little out of breath from trying to keep up with his client. "Mister Ambrose get back, we don't know who that is. He could be dangerous." Ambrose straightened up and put a hand on his hip, "He doesn't seem so bad to me. Got a name, Sir Knight?"

Gwyar Wledig

LESSER MEGALOPOLIS

With Ambrose Hendrix

There was a brief moment of awkward silence that followed the long haired man's words, the juxtaposition in the language of greeting and question giving even Gwyar pause.

Who... was this? He seemed a little... careless given the circumstances.

When yet another random man appeared, breathless and rushed and seemingly infinitely more aware of their circumstances than the man before the blonde, Gwyar could only nod along to his words, the common sense rather strong in them.

Even if said common sense made him into the most suspicious person there. To be fair, he was armed, and obviously so.

"... Mr. Ambrose and friend, I assume." He said after a moment, clearing his throat to signal to his pokemon to stop whatever it was they were planning on doing, before smiling politely at the two.

"Ah, yes. Apologies if I surprised either of you— My name is Gwyar Wledig." He said simply, folding an arm over his chest and bowing politely. "I am a police officer."

He could've carried on right there in the open, but... he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end. He didn't feeling comfortable sticking around for much longer.

"Ah. Perhaps this isn't the best place to continue this conversation."

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PROMPTSn/a

Ambrose raised his eyebrows when he heard the name of this mysterious traveler. "Gwyar? Gwwwwyar! That would be a fantastic band name, sounds like a battle cry. GWYAR!" Ambrose chuckled at his observation before taking a flashing picture of Gwyar while he was still in a neutral pose. Ambrose's guide sighed, he was clearly embarrassed to be caught playing bodyguard to a celebrity tourist.

"I agree with Officer Wledig. Let's get moving before something less friendly comes upon us."

Ambrose and his guide would move in the same direction as Gwyar, the trio walking through a large building that has had a titanic hole blown through it. Ambrose swung around wildly, taking as many pictures as he could as they passed through the bizarre ruin. The open walls showed what seemed to be--desks? Multiple floors with floors filled with shattered desks and chairs with long halls between them--Ambrose reckoned that this used to be some sort of school! Aliens had school too, good to know.

Weird thing though, the borders of this unnaturally large hole looked very close to bite marks. If Ambrose did not know any better, he would presume that something had in fact chomped its way through this school. Ha! What drivel, it would be impossible for anything this large to exist. While Ambrose stayed blissfully ignorant to any possible danger, his guide would catch up to Gwyar to have a quick aside.

"I hope you don't mind us following you for a moment. This entire place is giving me a bad feeling."

Almost on cue, a loud bang would echo across the ruins. It seemed close, as if something had shifted and fell. Ambrose paused briefly, his face uncharacteristically serious. When nothing further happened, he would take another picture before moving on.

tl;dr
--Ambrose thinks Gwyar's name is cool.
--The guide and Ambrose tag along with Gwyar as they try to keep moving.
--They pass through what seems to be a large school that has had an enormous bite taken out of it.
--Something stirred in the dark.

Prompts completed
--08: explore an abandoned or dangerous building that represents a societal institution (e.g. a destroyed school, a dilapidated church, a powered down 'police station').

LESSER MEGALOPOLIS

With Ambrose Hendrix

Gwyar flinched as the camera flashed him, it along with the left over ringing in his ears from Ambrose shouting his name at the top of his lungs leaving the blonde feeling as if he had been flashbanged. Almost.

Still rubbing his eyes, Gwyar nodded along to the... bodyguard's words.

"Not at all. I had been regretting my choices in coming alone anyway." He admitted with a chuckle, glancing over the bodyguard's shoulder to see Ambrose taking pictures of... everything...? "But will Mr. Ambrose be alright, I wonder...?"

It felt like the man might banish into thin air if they took their eyes off of him for a second.

And as if on cue... again, bang.

Gwyar wheeled around in an instant, hand flying to his sword's handle as sweat dripped down his cheek. Wide, alert eyes slowly scanned the dark, dilapidated halls of the school...

And then a bright flash broke through the darkness yet again, causing Gwyar to slowly turn his head towards Ambrose.

"... Must've been the air—" He began to say.

And as if on cue, again.

One of the nearby doors was suddenly torn off its hinges as something crashed against it, toppling to the floors with a booming crash.

Atop the broken, wooden door, a dark, indescribable lump shifted slowly, the deep shadows of the hall making it difficult to tell what exactly it was.

And then it moaned.

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PROMPTS03 encounter hostile zombie-like MEGALOPOLANS that have been driven mad by the darkness. you may encounter any amount from a single one to a large swarm.

Another bang would actually manage to startle Ambrose, as a door came flying off its hinges nearby. A shape in the darkness lumbered forward, its emaciated form trembling as it moaned. The bodyguard was aghast, shivering as this shadowed--creature slowly walked toward them. Perhaps if they stood perfectly still, it would ignore them and wander off...

Of course, Ambrose could not help but snap a picture. The flash revealed not only the creature, but the true horror that hid behind it within the door frame. The creature itself was a skeletal humanoid in broken blue-armor--and it had about one hundred equally terrifying friends waiting behind him. As the light of the flash died, the creatures would roar with anger. Ambrose, finally feeling a little intimidated, gulped heavily before turning to run forward.

"Oh no no no no no!"

In the darkness he could hear the hoard running as fast as their ravenous legs could carry them, forcing the group to flee for their lives. As the chase began, Ambrose could not help but think of times where his fans would chase after his tour bus. Back then they seemed just as ravenous, it almost made him nostalgic. The bodyguard tried to keep himself between Ambrose and the hoard, he was being paid to protect him after all. However, tragedy would struck as he tripped over what seemed to be one of those shattered z crystals from before.

Ambrose stopped as he sped past is bodyguard, just in time to see the hoard come upon him. The bodyguard screamed, "No! Please! Kill me, kill meee!" Ambrose cringed and shrugged, "Got nothin' to kill with. Just think happy thoughts?" The hoard attacked the screaming bodyguard, and Ambrose would snap a well timed picture before running to catch up with Gwyar.

As he caught up with the knight, Ambrose would lament their situation. "Damn if only I had a strong pokemon. I hope you have a trick up your sleeve 'cause otherwise we're cooked!"

Gwyar Wledig

Prompt
Ambrose Hendrix's experience as a musician and/or struggles with 'purpose' must be explored. 2/3