Thread Link: HELL DREAM[break]
Thread Type: Capture, 1 Page[break]
Berry: Aspear Berry [break]
Berry Effect: teaches a level up move[break]
Thread Summary: Chryssa enters the haunted-house style Safari Zone in search of true thrills, capturing a series of thematic Pokemon along the way.

Well, this put a dent in her fender, so to speak. Or 'a nail in her tire,' or 'a crack in her windshield.' She wasn't sure which best encapsulated the situation. Chryssa was still experimenting with her car-related turns of phrase. Anyway, it wouldn't actually matter, since instead of cruising down the street in a sleek hot rod she was stuck up in some dusty office while Gigalith pounded through the streets.

She had been arguing with a car dealer, trying to impersonate a rich young (but not too young) prospective buyer, when the city's alarm system had gone off and she'd been forced unceremoniously upstairs with the rest of the car dealership staff. They were painfully boring people who seemed permanently glued to their clipboards.

"You could seat a family of four on one of those big boys," Chryssa said lightly, watching from the window as the huge creatures rampaged up and down the street towards the dealership, their crystals glowing ominously. I wonder when they're going to fire a beam to destroy something. She hoped it was the Honda Civic. "No? Overhead capacity? Off-road capability?"

The sales associate she'd been not-so-successfully arguing with seemed too distressed to answer as the walls shook. She heard a car alarm go off downstairs. Chryssa sighed, taking out a Pokeball. "Fine, I'll go try and stop them from getting in. But you owe me a test run when I get back." She couldn't wait. She was going to take years off their lives once they saw her driving.

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Well, so far, things were going splendidly. She had her charge absolutely captivated by her storytelling mastery, and the sight of so many bug Pokemon felled by a single move was a fine ego boost as well.

”Spider Web, hmm? Clever thinking, Hideo,” she said, watching the boy’s Pokemon go to work. Her Kricketune had a similar move, but she hadn’t thought to utilize it for catching the immobilized insects. As was often the case, she had put more thought into what would be dramatic on this mission than what would actually be effective. ”Release Gravity, Arran.” The electromagnetic force in the room eased as suddenly as it had come, but the wings of the Pokemon were already tangled up in the Spinarak’s net. ”Nicely done. Their wings are too tangled to move.”

They followed Hideo’s Lycanroc, her Probopass rising several inches off the ground and floating after them with the faint hum she’d come to associate with his Magnet Rise. The trapped bugs on the floor struggled as the shadow passed over them, following the two humans to the so-called nest.

“It’s too bad we have to keep this place intact, or I could show you some really exciting things, Hideo,” Chryssa said with a sigh. While the homeowners didn’t mind paying to have an infestation removed or residual Spider Web cleaned out of the carpet, blasting through the walls with Stone Edge was probably out of the question.

Stopping at what seemed to be the door to an old guest bedroom, the place the Lycanroc had led them too, Chryssa opened it a crack and peered through. It was difficult to see inside, but she recognized the faint chirping. ”Kricketot,” she said, closing the door. “Quite a few of them, too! It looks like your Rocky’s nose was right. That does remind me...”

She looked up, beckoning her Probopass. ”Arran, may I borrow your Mini-Noses, please?” Three sharp-beaked, metallic projectiles dislodged themselves from the compass Pokémon’s main body and flew to her, hovering at the ready. ”Hideo, Arran has three very deadly mobile units he can control, sort of like torpedoes. If your Spinarak can connect a Spider Web between them, they can fly around and scoop up all the Kricketot in one neat little bag.”  

If the boy complied, the Probopass would position himself in the doorway to block any Kricketot from escaping while his Mini-Noses did as ordered, perhaps with Hideo’s own Pokemon helping inside as well. Chryssa was already wondering where the real excitement was. A vicious queen, lurking in the basement? An insect army in the kitchen? Or a mutated variant, waiting for them at the top of the stairs?

”Tell me about yourself, Hideo,” Chryssa said conversationally as their Pokemon did their work. It almost sounded normal. “Do you seek knowledge? Money? Power? Or something greater?” She tried to keep from sounding overtly villainous. Why? She was just curious.

^{Hideo Kino  sorry for the wait!}

The boat was buffeted like a leaf in a gale, its hull shuddering as the waves rocked it. Chryssa was only narrowly saved by Priam as she fell and slid along the floor of the boat, sliding towards the opposite railing. She seized the back of the driver’s seat with both hands, the GPS gone, bruises already forming under her sensitive skin.

She had a habit of putting her life into other people’s hands.

“I said, it’s coming,” Chryssa repeated herself, dazed. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight as the misty, translucent branches streamed up from the water, joining and braiding together. At long last, a ghostly visage rose up at the heart of them. It was not so much a face as a mask, a piece of white coral mosaic whose vessel had been broken. Something else was floating inside the main mass of the creature’s body as well: a small, pink shape that looked somehow... familiar.

“Oh dear. It appears to have captured the researcher’s Corsola,” Chryssa said, trying to sound sympathetic. Well, they had been using it as bait, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Ten other hazy, ectoplasmic antlers bristled from the water, each bearing another trapped and paralyzed Corsola. Their pink color seemed dull, faded, and some had turned an ashy gray. “Aha! Yes! I’ve got it!” Chryssa exclaimed, tone entirely inappropriate for the scenario. She snapped her fingers. “A vengeful spirit crawls along the sea floor, looking for vestiges of its lost life. For some reason it is drawn to these creatures. Its family? Its friends?” Her eyes blazed as she kept narrating. “But everything it touches fades, and its attempts only hurt them more!”

Taking advantage of the momentarily stable boat, she stood up despite her bruises, pointing gleefully at the Cursola. “You who trawl the sea for memory, and feed on the living to take back what you’ve lost! The Corsola breeding grounds are a place for new life, not for those who cling to life long passed.”

Chryssa paused dramatically. “You will never be with them. So begone!”

Unsurprisingly, the floating face didn’t seem to like that. It scowled, hollow mouth twisting bitterly. Whatever its real motivation was, Chryssa certainly had not endeared herself to it. More horns bristled out of the waves, shooting towards the boat.

The blue-white light of Ice Beam flickered across the water as Ness resurfaced, the Lapras sweeping the incoming rush of spikes with the beam of crackling cold. Frozen, the ectoplasmic tendrils no longer seemed so insubstantial. Perhaps, they could be broken...

^{corsola conservation | priam conrad
<the creature> appears! it’s cursola!}

It probably was a good idea to be careful with hugely concussive moves from now on, but the results had been magnificent! 

“My my, a relic crown! And I had no idea we were royalty,” Chryssa said, turning the ancient item in her hands. Blowing the dust off the ancient, priceless artifact, the girl proceeded to put it on her head. It was heavier than she expected, but she expected to be wreathed in the spoils of victory by the end of this excavation.

Still smiling to herself, brushing the dust off her shoulder from subsequent bursts of rock and debris, Chryssa turned to look when Haruka noticed the items in the wall. ”That does look promising, doesn’t it?” The girl rummaged in one of her dress pockets for a moment before recalling her blackened Claydol back into its capsule, sending out a slender, bright-eyed Kricketune instead. “You’ve inspired me, Mr. Billi! I bow to your bug-type expertise,” she said.

Scissors still in one hand, she made a snip snip motion and pointed at the exposed wall. “Fury Cutter, Laina.” With a single claw, the bug-type deeply scored the rock beneath the fossil, trying to jog it loose. 

PURCHASING
- 1 gacha roll (50)
- 1 camping gear (50)
Total: 100

CLAIMING
- 1 nincada from hoenn historia