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𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒰𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒.

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇, 𝑔𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒽𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟸𝟹𝟽. 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑. 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜; 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑, 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎; 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜.
𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍.

𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑; 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝. 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙵𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝-𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢.

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 '𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝.

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Human:
Calypso - RainRipple
Analise - ~Shards~
Lorelei - Kamini
Orchid - Lindith
Oliver Davis - Koiboi
Heidi Carpenter - MysticMistress
Fay - Kagamiri

Pokemon:
Wisp - Drifblim - RainRipple
Alostor - Cofagrigus - ~Shards~
Bridgette - Bayleef - Ralsei
Ultima - Zebstrika - Kamini
Somi - Munna - Lindith
Arch - Bisharp - Koiboi
Nyx - Espurr - Kagamiri
Roy - Flaaffy - FurretNutmeg
Puddles - Ducklett - SixSidesToADie

Pokemon:
Yesterday was what generations past have dubbed "Collection Day"; when groups of armored humans equipped with ever-increasing technology venture out into your world to collect a minimum of 200 members of varying species. Some of you may have lost friends, others family, but for one specific group of Pokemon, lead by a Cofagrigus called Alostor, this is the final straw. Rallied by the Coffin Pokemon, you now gather, planning how you ought to storm the walls of human society and, if possible, save those who have been taken.

Humans:
Another day has begun within the walls of the System. Do you like your dictated life? Are you happy with it? If you were to answer 'no' publicly to these questions, you know that you would be punished. Some people are quite happy, but you aren't. You know there has to be more outside the gargantuan Wall hemming in all known society. You all live in the same sector of town, likely know each other from school or from performing various community service projects for each other as all students are required to do over the course of their years. Perhaps a few of you have taken the time to study the Wall when you were younger and managed to not be caught. Be that all as it may, you long for life outside this all. How far would you be willing to go, how much would you be willing to sacrifice, to satisfy that longing? Because the time is rapidly approaching; one of your number, a girl named Calypso, is soon to venture again to the Wall, and what she will discover will once more ignite her desire for freedom.

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Calypso finished curling her hair, slung her reinforced fabric brief bag over her shoulder, and locked her apartment door behind her as she left. She had 'scored', as the h-mail (holographic mail) had said, an internship with the main news station serving the System after her final exams in twelfth grade. Needless to say, she hadn't been quite as thrilled as her parents at this assignment. Caly loved technological sciences, always had and always would; from a young age, she'd expressed an aptitude for it, and her dream had been to be assigned to the development sector. The girl had been shattered to learn that, not only would she not be exploring her ideals and proceeding to the System's university, but she wouldn't even get to enter a mildly technical or scientific profession. Her predetermined destiny was to only read the reports of others on those ever-progressing topics. As she stepped into the minimalistic glass elevator that would take her from her home in the sky to the ground floor of the building where a terminal to the megalopolis's automatic walkways, strips of solid blue energy that allowed a person to simply step on and be transported rapidly to the destination they keyed in at the beginning, she let out a small, barely audible sigh. Might as well get used to it, she reckoned. It had been two weeks, and nothing seemed to have any chance of changing.

Alostor was a Ghost Type Pokemon. No, he was not living another life, he had always been this way. But he had had enough. Darkness surrounded them, and while he enjoyed a little doom and gloom, this was opression. This was madness. Alostor had broken free from the haze, and he intended to take the others with him. The humans did not have the right to do this. They might be the trainers, but Pokemon would always have the power. The power he now knew would be used to fight back. Alostor was unsure about moral, their gathering being right after Collection Day, but he had faith in these pokemon. His voice raspy and deep, he spoke. "You know why we are here. We are here to save our fellow pokemon from the humans. But we cannot tread into this recklessley. We must devise a plan."

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Heidi tucked her legs a little closer to her chest. She stared out the window and at the walls. She hated being trapped in here. She really did, and would give anything to explore the beyond. But as she was told daily, that would never happen. Never in a million years, never ever. Heidi hated the word never. It was so restricting, so dejecting and so... ugh so just not Heidi. In her bedroom, she had drawn what she had thought the outside world looked like. The pictures were so vivid, so real looking, it made Heidi shiver. She knew that if it weren't for the possibility of pokemon roaming the world, she would take off, flee, escape. "Stop being delusional." Heidi said to herself with a snort. "You're never getting out of here." she mutters.

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Somi, while appearing and acting half-asleep all the time, was very intelligent for her age. So when the other mothers looked at her with sorrow, she knew that mama had been taken, even when they said that mama would "Be back." Not like it mattered if they were honest, Somi would have reacted the same. Mama always tried to help her "Break out of her shell," as she put it, so when she heard of a revolution to get the collected back, Somi decided that she would help Mama, it was only fair.

Orchid had just gotten back from the night shift at the hospital. He was tired, as he always was, and wanted to just go to sleep. It was always like this. He had almost no time to go see his family, and when he did they were always busy or more often than not, asleep. He didn't mind the job itself, being a lab technician wasn't that dull and he got to help others without being on the front lines, but the hours were bad. He was practically nocturnal at this point, which didn't help his already struggling social life. Much worse, he never got time to see Clover. He couldn't even remember the last time he saw her. Was it during his university graduation, or was it sooner? He was to exhausted to think about it. He just wanted to rest.

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Roy nodded, trying to quell any anxious or nervous feelings inside of him. Now, out of all times, was not the time to be afraid. "Any plan you have, sir, I'm willing to see it through."

If any past version of Roy were to look at him now, they'd likely be stunned; offering to join a revolution against humanity used to be one of the last things he'd decide to do. And yet, here he was now; here for his father, who was lost to the Collection a long time ago, for his mother, who did her best to keep on going despite everything, and for his younger brother, taken yesterday.

He was never the best battler. Nor is he any good, really. Still, any attack counts, and a well-used Thunder Wave could change the tide of battle. 'I hope so, at least...' he thought, racking his mind for all the ways it could be practically used

Arch crossed his arms, listening to the words of the Cofagrigus with narrowed eyes. Yesterday had been rough on him, a rather large majority of his Pawniard followers had been taken by the humans. It was like a direct attack on his pride, one he would not let stand. He showed he was listening with a small nod. If the plan failed to work he would just have to take matters into his own hands.

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Oliver sat on a bench, holding a book in front of him. He was lazily flipping through the pages, his eyes half-lidded. He was still a little drowsy as he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and was left to deal with the unfortunate side effects. Throwing his head back he sighed, running his thumb and index finger down his nose. He really hated that most actions had consequences.

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"I cannot depend on my own wisdom alone, and even that is not enough. That is why I have called you all here. We need a plan, and we need action. I have some ideas, and I'm wiling to listen to yours. But for the most part, I belive that we must get close to the wall. The humans have their weaknessess. Without alerting the humans, we must find a weak spot and penatrate it."

Analise was taking a walk. Her predetirmned life put her as a high-school dropout who mostly worked to make her own money, and she had finished her shift. Jamming her hands in her pockets, as she crossed the park, she noticed Oliver on the bench. Boy, did he look tired. She might have her doubts about this place, but at least she didn't droop like a wilted flower. She snuck up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Heeey Oliver! Watcha doing?"

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Free will. What did it even mean? Is the life she lived considered... free? Even if it was, it was supposed to be greater than this, right? Not confined in a wall, living the same day over and over. Did free will even exist at all? Was it just a fantasy people made up years ago to try and cope with living here? Heh... it was hard to believe that a wall of all things could be the cause for these thoughts, this way of life. A tangible object, one that was made by the very things it contained. It wasn’t a thought or way of thinking, no, it wasn’t as deep as that. As Lorelei stared at the seemingly endless wall right in front of her, these thoughts raced through her head like a busy street in New York. She has just gotten off of work and decided to come to this very corner to settle down and rest for a bit. It was like a routine at this point, but it wasn’t like she enjoyed it. Something just felt different close to the wall, it was more relaxing and mysterious. That’s what she hated about it. If the wall didn’t exist, would this relaxation be felt everywhere? The boundaries infuriated her. She let out a sigh as her head craned back to try and get a glimpse at the sky above, beyond the wall.

Ultima kept his distance from the pokemon that had gathered together, he never wanted to be a part of this anyways. He always found comfort in doing things alone, a group like this irritated him. Well, not like he had a choice. He figured he should just swallow his pride and accept that he wouldn’t get within those cursed walls alone, so he turned to the option he refused before. He had his own experience with humans, none of them good. His family had been taken from him, leaving him alone for most of his life. Even before then, it was rough. Fear was struck into the hearts of everyone he knew and loved, it was honestly sickening. He just wanted to get inside...

Students clambered from their seats as the professor stepped away from his podium, signaling the end of class. Near the back of the lecture hall Fay moved to gather his belongings, accidentally knocking over his backpack and sending its contents sprawling across the floor. Out from his stack of textbooks one book slid farther than the rest; Pokemon: Fact and Fiction. Fay hastily stuffed it back in his backpack, hoping no one around him saw. To many, Pokemon were little more than a childish myth. Confined within city walls, the vast majority of citizens choose to believe that Pokemon had gone extinct like the rest of the humans many years ago. But Fay had always enjoyed reading stories about times of old where humans and Pokemon had lived together harmoniously, and secretly, he liked to entertain himself with the idea that Pokemon had survived.

Fay joined the stream of students exiting the building, falling into line around the transporter that would take him to his next lecture. He could see the Wall from here. No one truly knew what life was like outside the city walls, and the System seemed content with keeping citizens in the dark. It seemed illogical for the System to have never organized search parties for the outside world, yet the System claimed to have no information of the outside. What if Pokemon really were out there? What if the System was hiding it? Fay stepped into the blue glow of the transporter, lost in thought as the Wall disappeared from sight.

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Nyx slipped into the crowd of Pokemon, keeping to the edge as the gathering grew in size. Over the figures of larger Pokemon Nyx could see a Coffagrigus standing at the head. The truth was, Nyx was somewhat scared to penetrate the walls. Terrified, even. Now that he was here, that awful day was coming back to him, the day his siblings were violently ripped from his life by the Collection.

How long has it been since he’d last seen his siblings, over a year already? He’d like to say he had grown stronger in the time apart, more independent, and in some ways he had. But even now he still felt so alone. Still, clinging to the distant hope that his family was still alive, Nyx mustered up his courage and pushed closer toward the center of the crowd.

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"When do the humans sleep?" Somi asked stifling a small yawn. "If everyone is asleep..." she yawned again. "...It would be easier to approach the wall, right?" she hadn't seen the wall herself, but it sounded large. The humans probably watched it like a child. But everyone had to sleep sometime. And if people were still awake when they invaded, she could put them to sleep anyways.

"Need more creamer." Orchid noted as he took inventory of the fridge. "Should go shopping today." Although he was exhausted, he hadn't walked outside during daylight in at least a week, so he decided to take the scenic route. Orchid pressed a few buttons and the machine sprang to life. The quiet drone almost lulled him to sleep before it was done. He drank the coffee plain, the bitter taste and temperature waking him up more than the caffeine. Feeling slightly better, he changed into his casual clothes and headed out.

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"The humans are constant," Alostor rasped. "They will always be there, but there are weaknesses we can exploit. We cannot determine when they slumber, which is why we have to be careful about when we go and how we go about it. We need information we do not have, which is why I propose that we find a weakness. They are there, but we need to figure out where exactly they are. Humans are not perfect and never will be." He floated in the air, his four arms wavering. "But of course, if one of you has ideas.."

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Title: Puddles

Amid that awkward stage of adult and teenage rebellion, he left the flock to explore the ruins near the wall. An area the adults of the flock warned to stay away from but he was immediately fascinated and spent more and more time in those areas. At first bringing some of his fellow duckletts with him but after a scare from one of the elder pokemon that lived in the ruins the others became reluctant to join him on his adventure. Now Alone for the most part he spent more time with the old grumpy elder pokemon of the ruins than his flock. Every so often his mother would venture into the ruins to remind him to return to visit the flock and spend some time on the water and to eat.

In his time at the ruins, he learned a lot from stories of the past structures and the ways pokemon used to help build and live together in homes with diverse groups of pokemon and "people". With the help of the elders and a few like-minded pokemon, they managed to fix up the ruins of a small house into something livable. He spent less and less time with his flock and with a base of operation he set his sights on the wall. A Grand piece of architect and technology that even the legendary leaders could not bridge. Such strong walls would make the perfect material to make a safe and comfortable home for him and his mutuals. No longer would they have to brave bad weather or fear invasion by outside forces, at least a stronger cover than just hiding in the plant brush.

He's been observing the walls fearlessly with zealous, pecking at it here and there and making attempts to fly over it, even digging under it. Making note of any changes no matter how small until one day he notices a big change. He felt a great thrill and bathed in the feeling before hurrying off to tell his like-minded comrades of his findings, unaware of the danger he just barely dodged as the walls opened and the collection began. He spent quite some time in discussion and debate with the others in the home and when he attempted to go back to hurry to the wall he was stopped by the elder leader of the ruins. The discovery was indeed an important one but it was a dangerous time currently.

Those words didn't click right away until a ducklett came flying in. Hysterical and crying that he barely escaped and pleaded for help for their mother and other flock members.

At the bank of the lake Puddle's mother led a small group of his siblings to visit him. Aware that this day was dangerous and wanted to bring puddles back to the safety of the lake. Until the chaos of other birds scattering from towards the wall, some falling out of the sky as if stuck or captured into something. She flew up in an attempt to ascertain the danger and barely escape the first attempt to capture her. Not as lucky and caught by surprised all but one ducklett managed to slip away, letting out cries alerting their mother and gathered the attention of a few nearby swanna.

Back with puddles and their younger sibling he hurried to return to the lake in an attempt to help his flock. He manages to fly ahead to where his mother was only to see her capture, his attempts to get closer are thwarted by his mother's crying plead to protect the siblings he had left. Being forced to watch on the sidelines as his mother, siblings, and other flock mates get taken away while cowering in the cover, protecting his only little sibling left under his wing as they muffled cries while trembling.

Wisp was bobbing up and down slowly in the air, his long, ribbon-like appendages trembling. As a Driblim, most of his time was spent wandering the skies, and due to that, he was quite well acquainted with many bird Pokemon, particularly of the Altaria species. And yesterday... yesterday, Symphony, his closest friend, had been taken. Being the nomad he was, it was rare for him to form such close attachments, but Symphony had always seemed to pop up in his path. The memory played in his head, over and over again, and that was what had driven him to attend this meeting. The Blimp Pokemon was usually not one to retaliate, to fight back. However, the outgoing Altaria had always been there for him, stood up for him. It was his turn to stand up for her. He would do whatever was necessary.

Waving his ribbons distractedly, he, in an airy, almost feathery voice, called softly, "The humans usually come in the day. The Munna has a point; perhaps, if they are diurnal, we could attempt to at least inspect the border at night?"

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Roy straightened a little, finally having something meaningful to contribute. "Um, while I can agree that maybe a majority of them might be sleeping at night..." he started, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts. "If they're smart enough to take so many of us consistently, they're probably smart enough to have someone looking over the border at that time. If I were in their place, I'd have the strongest ones guard at night, because there's less opportunity for backup to arrive if we were to strike at night. Plus, in the day, if one of us were to slip up and make some kind of noise approaching the border, it would probably wouldn't be as suspi-"

He froze, realizing the major flaw in his argument. "E-er, never mind. Forget it. If even one of them peeks over in the daytime, we're more likely to be spotted, and then that'll be it."

Nyx pushed to a spot in the crowd where he hoped he could be seen. "It seems like most of us think examining the wall at night is the best course of action. Maybe we should divide our force into smaller groups for searching? Then we'll be able to examine the wall faster."

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Despite being taller than several of the Pokemon around her, Bridgette still felt so young and inexperienced in the crowd gathered by the ghost-type in front of her. Listening quietly (for once) to the conversation, she felt conflicted. It certainly was a nice thing to be under the cover of darkness, and she understood the logic, but there was something about the loss of the sun - the key to her move Photosynthesis - that made her a bit uneasy. Without Sunny Day, it would be harder to defend herself if the humans attacked. But maybe that was another idea in the making. "Um," Bridgette spoke up, tilting her head as her leaf blew slightly in the breeze, "would it be a good idea to take advantage of weather, too? I think humans have a hard time with rough weather, like heat and cold. Maybe we can group by that, like a rain group and a heat group. It would be confusing for them to have different weather in a small area, right?"

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Alostor listened to each of them carefully, admitting that they all had good points. He took them into accord, fitting them into his origonal plan. He drew in his four hands, looking, for a minute, like an inatimite coffin. When he drew them back out, the lights in his eyes glowing once more, he spoke, in the same raspy old voice that sounded like it was choking on something. "I have considered your ideas, and admit that all have point. So, I am amending my origonal plan. We will scout at day, using groups. Some groups will take advantage of the weather, using it to keep the humans occupied. But I pray that you do not show your faces, lest you be collected as well. The others will find the weakness. We will come again at night, when the humans sleep. Then, we will enter." He looked around, though it looked more like he was turning his entire body. "Does anyone have any objections or further ideas?"

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The work day had been boring. No intellectual intrigue, nothing, just monotony and idle chat. She'd spent the whole day with people who cared for nothing more than their own appearance and fame, and she feared that someday she may end up like that, too. Either she would or she would fail the System, and everyone knew what happened when you failed...

Now, Calypso had decided that she wanted to walk home; taking the transports got dull after some time, and she wasn't quite in the mood to go back to her solitary apartment just yet. Her heels clicked on the marble tile sidewalk as she traversed the cityscape, blue fluorescent lighting from modern street lamps bouncing off her golden-brown hair as the sun drifted to meet the horizon she had never seen, casting the shadow of the enormous Wall to envelope everything it contained.

As the young woman's walk began to come to an end, she, on a whim, continued past the giant skyscraper in which she lived. As she drew nearer and nearer to the outer reaches of the city, the street along which she was walking came to an end in a cul-de-sac. Caly knew her way around this area, though, as she assumed most children in the System had at one point in time. Slipping carefully, unsuspiciously, out of the lamplight, she wished her pants were darker, but naught could be done about that now. In between two of the stately buildings that, at a glance, appeared perfectly positioned, a thin strip of black was all that hinted at the little alleyway which they concealed.

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