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It was an ordinary dawn on the Cosmos Region. Ordinary humans were going about their ordinary lives. Whether that be training their Pokémon, enjoying themselves, destroying the environment, or whatever it is that humans do. Little did they know the trouble bubbling up from underneath. Trouble that was about to be a huge problem.

Team Celestial. A new criminal organization that has suddenly sprung up out of nowhere, or so it seems. Truth is, the leaders of Team Celestial have been planning this for years. All that Paige, their crime boss leader, had ever wanted from a young age was power, more specifically, power over an entire region. Tyrannical power. There were several ways she could achieve this. Each option would be grueling and exhausting.

Recently, there had been a change in the region's champion. The old champion, the undefeated Sorel, had since aged passed his prime, and was quite happy to finally have a young, bright individual to take his place.

But something about this new champion was...unusual. He was young, about 17. Movie star face, pale skin, blonde hair. He seemed kind enough, but he was rather quiet, preferring to push all the news reporters and new fans away as he left the stadium. His face was dull and grey, as if he hadn't slept in a while, and he refused to give anyone his name. He hasn't been seen since the day he became champion. Though, not that it matters just yet, it's only been a week...

But how much may happen in a week...?


Human matters have never really been of a concern to you, though. You're but a wild Pokémon. You've never known what it's like to be captured by a 'trainer' or live in a human environment or society. Your culture revolves around you and the Pokémon that surround you. Legendary Pokémon are seen as and treated like gods. Though you may not have the dexterity to create elaborate statues like humans do, it is not uncommon to make offerings to them, and to pray to them. In return, the gods reward those who remain faithful with good luck and knowledge. It is a wild Pokémon's innate ability to sense and care for their legendary guardians, and thus...the latest events worry you.

It was but a day ago you noticed that you couldn't feel the presence of your legendaries nearby. As well as the increase of the amount of humans in strange uniforms and masks around your home. You, as a wild Pokémon, have no idea what to do, and your family starts to just tell you to avoid them.

For a few days, it becomes a normal routine. Just stay away from the humans as you always do. Your live returns to normalcy, apart from the anxiety of not feeling the legendaries nearby.

What is happening? Have the legendaries abandoned you? They couldn't, you and the other Pokémon assure yourself. Everything is normal.

That is, until the Pokémon around you start to disappear as well

Suddenly, you notice that not everyone is able to avoid the encroaching humans. They start taking Pokémon back...doing who knows what with them? You start to freak out. Your community is disappearing around you! Suddenly, a voice offers. You find yourself teleported with some others to a clearing you haven't seen before, a field of flowers and a singular Mew. The Mew introduces themselves as Meka and explains that she is one of the few legendaries that managed to escape the humans. There are a few others as well, but they aren't here right now. None of them are sure what happened to the other legendaries, but they need your help to find them.

Suddenly you realize that your faith in legendaries is the only hope for the world. Humans can't save you now. Legendaries can't help you now. You and this ragtag team of Pokémon are the only thing standing between peace and total world domination by these....humans.

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Plot summary
The cities and towns of the Cosmos region are being overrun by Team Celestial members. The evil organization are now oppressing the Cosmonian people, forcing them into submission. All other regions have been cut off for the most part, and people can't communicate long distance. Trainers now no longer have Pokémon. Their Pokémon have been transported to be used for Celestial's purposes. Team Celestial has also taken over all routes, allowing no one to escape. The only hope for the world is the wild Pokémon, who quite frankly have no idea what is going on. Also, the legendaries are missing. Wild guesses as to where they've gone.

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You are now teleported out of the clearing, though you aren't back home just yet. You have been delivered to an area yet untouched by Team Celestial. This is the first route of the region, the main route where humans even without Pokémon live. Smaller, younger Pokémon live here. Around you are the presences of a few other legends that have joined you.

"This is the best place we could place you to give us the best advantage. This place is mostly untouched by the 'Celestials'." Meka explained , peering out over at the few that had just been stationed. "Mostly" She turned around to face the group of Pokémon, glancing at her fellow legends as she did so. "We can't really be spotted, but my friends and I are here to guide you through this...predicament, and will do our best to help you." As for now, she silently led the way even further out of the humans' sight. Away to the tall grass, muttering to herself, her tail flicking anxiously as she wondered what to do. How had the humans become so bold? She had to figure out more about this, and how to free her fellow legendaries. It seemed the rest of the group would have time to talk among themselves in the meantime.

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Banshee
as much as she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, she didn't. The Mismagius simply followed Meka, fiddling with her ghostly hands as she was lead away from the humans.

When her fellow ghost friends started being taken away, Banshee was the most worried Pokemon in her community. All those friends and family she grew up with, now suddenly forcibly taken away from her. Where were they now?

Trixie

Whoever these 'Celestials' were, they were not very nice people. Anyone who went out great strength to capture legendary Pokemon for an evil purpose was not nice.

Trixie was glad she wasn't captured, but was as worried as the wild Pokemon. Her fellow legendaries, gone and now working for something she assumed would bring the end of the world. Okay maybe not that devastating. But Trixie knew when legendaries are forcibly taken away, it was never a good thing.

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Skitties were always considered weak. More of a cordinator's pokemon than anything and only useful for being cute. Everyone who had spent enough time with humans knew that and thusly liked to spend most of their time in the hollows they called home. San, for sure despised humans, always tricking him into chasing his own tail even when he was already dizzy just so that they could coo over him. That's why he liked other pokemon much better, they at least understood that he was his own entity, much more than the other skitty out there. One of his best friends, a kind dragonite who's personality rivaled even the most enthusiastic of growthlites, had been forced to fight for amusement after the a human got their hands on him. So when he found himself in a place where Legends were real and no humans were in sight, it was practically a paradise for him. Leaping up and down for a moment while completely ignoring Meka, San caught sight of his swirling tail and really who was he to not chase it?

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Artemis is scanning the faces of the legendaries around him. He seems reluctant to follow Meka, but obliges to anyway. He knows that if he doesn't, he may end up in the same hands that his friends and family have found themselves in: The cruel hands of Team Celestial. He had tried to warn them that the newest humans were acting suspicious, but they didn't listen. They didn't even try to hide until it was too late for them. All of them are gone; who knows where they might be now...

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Dart just checked over her claws as he let himself be led away by Meka. Admittedly, he already wasn't too fond of the region he was in and looked for something more to his tastes. Humans were most certainly one factor as to why he was eager to move and the fact there were so many of them, was part of the reason why he felt restricted. But he felt shackled by the monotonous lifestyle he had here. Forage, run, hide, eat and sleep. He wanted more out of his life, and maybe to interact more with others. All he had done, all by his own claws. And perhaps he wanted company. Not that he would ever admit it.

As for the gods and more mystical beings of this world... Dart never really had any devout faith in them. Miracles certainly weren't a thing that can be witnessed, and there wasn't proof of them happening. The little berry bushes he had clung to and cultivated, he had raised them up with his own claws. No god did that for him...but he had to be thankful for the weather at least. If that was all done by a more powerful being...well, perhaps he could believe in them. The dances he did usually brought rain soon after...and he didn't quite know why.

As for now, he was quiet. He was perhaps just a little worried for the small den he had guarded his paws entire life. Not that it'd show on his face as he looked as stoic as can be.

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Sunny looked around at the stoic, silent group following Meka. Chewing on a Pecha Berry (that we aren't questioning where it came from), she assumed they were all concerned about their friends and family. Or maybe other things. A small pang of guilt appeared in her chest, but she quickly pushed it aside, wondering to herself how Dusk was doing. She wondered about the rest of her pack also, but Dusk the most. Her adoptive father was the only one who seemed to care about her, sometimes. She swallowed the rest of the Pecha Berry and shifted her thoughts to the fact that right now she was in the prescense of legendary Pokemon. She felt some awe, but some fear also. She'd heard so many myths... was it true that they could read minds?

Maeshi's life had never really been all that interesting, until now that is. Every day was just another day, nothing special usually happened. He woud roam around, eat, relax in the nice, cool shade of the forest, play with the other pokemon, it was always like this. He never really felt like each day was special, at least, not unique to each other. He never felt like anything he did mattered, the days would just continue on and he could continue enjoying his life. He knew the actions of some mattered, of course, since that's how he came to exist in the first place anyways. He just never found the significance in whatever he did during the day. Sure, some days were interesting, but it would never compare to today. See, Maeshi was going about his usual night, talking to the local noctowls and phantumps, relaxing in the cool, dark, quiet night, waiting till morning came to enjoy a snack with some of his more closer friends, when the whole ordeal happened. He was simply waiting for the time all the pokemon of the forest would normally wake up, completely unaware that some have been disappearing over the past few... weeks? Months? He wasn't sure, he had no concept of human time. Anyways, he was roaming around, this eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of the forest, surely frightening those who saw, when he was suddenly teleported into an area filled with sunlight and other pokemon he didn't recognize. He hissed at the sudden flood of light, using his cloth-like arms to shield his eyes as he tried sinking into the flowers to avoid whatever was going on. He rose after some time, slowly recovering from the sudden teleportation, only to find a mew introducing themselves and explaining some kind of situation. He didn't understand most of it at first due to being more focused on himself, but as soon as it was said, the words clicked. Humans. Help. He scowled in disgust at those words, a small hiss once agan coming from his sealed mouth. Before he could object, he was teleported once again, and this time it seemed to be in a much darker area. He didn't have much time to process everything yet, so he simply sat in shock, confusion, and dissatisfaction.

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Title: Serendibite Didn't Get Enough Sleep Last Night

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Luther

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Luther tasted blood in his mouth, he was currently teleported off to a forest with a bunch of random Pokemon he knew nothing about, he was considering leaping off an enormous cliff while that strange cat Pokémon-

Hm-?

He squinted a bit. Was that-?

Mew?

He seriously needed to get some mental help. He had a heroic quest? A legendary cat Pokemon had approached him and sworn to save the world? He was unceremoniously yeeted into some random Route? Luther was tempted to diagnose narcissism, alongside many, many other mental illnesses he apparently now had, but first, he had to try and figure out what in Arceus' name was going on.

He shut his eyes tightly. Time to figure out why he may have potentially committed cannibalism and/or murder, why he was experiencing this fever dream, and just where he had wandered off to before he could be assigned to an asylum.

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Luther had been sane when he had woken up that morning. He had swept by the usual Oran Tree. His mother had nodded a greeting and returned to her training against some poor hapless Budew. Yes, he could conjure up specific memories of that Budew- he was certain his higher brain functions had been working at that point.

He'd headed about his day as normal. The fields had had the same flowers they always had. He had scented daffodils and lilacs- a scent which always sent his heart a-pounding. He had met Maple on the way and exchanged a few words- though his probably-still-functioning-head suspected that neither of them was all too interested.

Then, Maple's sister popped up. Ah, there it was. Where he started to lose his mind. Maple, to the best of his knowledge, did not permit small children near himself (part of the reason why Luther enjoyed his company) and he highly doubted the Meowth would allow a child as annoying as that... thing was.

He internally shuddered.

The three had made their way to their usual clearing. Luther was losing his mind at this point, so he probably didn't work there. Or had he-? Possibly with the disappearing Pokémon, he'd needed to hoard more berries than normal...

He'd just finished harvesting an Oran tree. He dropped the berries into his usual pile. Then he leaned over-

And banged his head into the tree. Immediately passing out.

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Yes, yes, Luther had lost his mind. That had been established. Hopefully, he was not dead and merely suffering some severe brain damage from a concussion directly to his cerebral cortex.

"Well." This was nice. "Hi, guys! What're we all doing here?"

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Seara

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Where am I?

Seara heard a humming by their ear. The sound of electricity- crackling sparking, searing like a fire. Sounds had a warmth to them- some were flaming hot, others cold as ice. Yells were searing. Whispers were warm. Sobs were as cold as ice-water.

They liked sounds! There were so many different kinds, like a banquet of stories just lain at their feet. Seara smiled a bit, picturing-

Something about... Celestials? Seara didn't like the sound of that word. Chingyish, but too harsh at the same time. The Pokemon's voice was too high, yet it boomed- like a lukewarm cup of coffee.

Ching- their own bells sang as they sat up. Around them, Pokemon stood, glancing nervously at each other. Seara picked out a few interesting faces, then immediately disregarded them.

Things were so quiet! Why were all these people so silent?

A Glameow started talking. Seara glanced briefly at him, then turned to face the floating pink Pokemon. That one- that was the one with the voice! "You sound like a horribly prepared beverage!" they chirped. "Hi! It's nice to meetcha! I'm Seara. Did you bring us all here?"

The Glameow's tail snapped to the side. Beside him, a Herdier glanced from side to side, eyes bright and alert. Perhaps he knew what was going on-? Hmm... Seara felt like they'd missed something important.

Something about a heroic quest? But why? Was the world at stake or something? Seara didn't notice anything!

Well, their favourite berry-gathering spot had been closed off by some creepy humans with masks, but aside from the fact that pecha berries were now unattainable had nothing to do with the world- well, everyone needed pecha berries, no matter how much they denied it, so maybe this was a quest to get some seeds or something?

Okay, Seara was on board with this. Onto adventure! Onto sweet, sweet freedom!

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Adrik

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Adrik highly regretted waking up today. Ever since 5AM struck, he had been hit by an overwhelming urge to not move for the next 24 hours. But he'd heaved himself up, because laziness was no excuse for your siblings not getting their training that your family had entrusted to your incompetent paws because you were the eldest.

You were also the weakest, who ended up getting your weary bones ground into a pulp.

It wasn't that bad, post-that- there was no berry-collection for the day, since he'd stayed up to collect them the night before. Mostly he just searched the woods for Kaden, as had become a routine familiar to him.

Kaden had vanished a few months prior. Adrik couldn't even recall the exact day when he'd left, because nothing had preceded it. He just stopped showing up to the Great Tree.

Adrik had wondered why.

Now, he supposed, he was getting his answer.

The Herdier glanced about himself. The forest was shadowed, illuminating the colourful Pokemon beneath. He spotted reds and yellows and even blues- in the sunlight, they might be even more beautiful than Kaden.

His tail curled up on his flank. He'd never felt embarrassed for his lack of colour before.

"We have to save the legendaries?" he whispered. "How?"

The Chingling's attention was brought to him. What a nice Pokemon- he'd only seen them in the encyclopedia of Pokemon he'd swiped off the library and felt guilty years after for- "We're here to save Pokemon? Ugh." They shuddered. "Count me out. I'm here for the berries."

Adrik shuffled his paws a bit. "Er- I suppose. Berries." The Chingling tossed its head. "I'll fetch you berries. But first, I really think we should-"

"You'll get me berries!" Adrik yelped. The Chingling thrust its face into his and poked him with a stubby nubbly. "Berries! You swear an oath that you'll get me Pecha berries?"

"Later- if I get the chance."

"Gotcha!" The Chingling fluttered back to its spot. The Glameow gave it a wary look, as if wondering if it might suddenly burst in front of him as well.

"This is- comprehensive- but why did you bring us here?" Adrik asked hesitantly. "I'm not really sure this is lawful..." The Chingling's attention turned to him. "Like- kidnapping and things- But it's really fine..."

"We've been kidnapped?!" The Glameow exclaimed. His eyes were round with fear. "Oh no- I don't like this, I don't like this at all!" He turned in a circle. "Where are we?! Are we dead?!"

"N-No! We're alive- I think." Adrik turned to the Mew. "Can you explain what's going on? What are 'Celestials'? Does this-" a thought occurred to him. "Does this have to do with missing Pokemon? Are they here?"

A blossom of hope bloomed in his chest.

Perhaps Kaden had been brought here? And Adrik's family would soon follow?

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Majoree

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Majoree didn't care anymore. Just no. No. Absolutely not. She was done with this heroic quest thingy and she'd just woken up today.

"I'm leaving," she announced. "Anyone's free to come with me." She shot a glare at the Herdier who blinked nervously back, and shuffled backwards. "I'm not interested in whatever this is. I'm going home. Got it?"

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The Mew was actually hovering quite close to the ground, muttering to herself still. As the other Pokémon directed questions at her, she flicked her tail dismissively. It seemed she was focused on something else at the moment. Something psychicy and mystical, perhaps? Or maybe she was having some kind of mental breakdown. It was hard to tell from an outside perspective. Normally, the Mew would be flying around as she pleased, playing a prank or two or messing with the younger Pokémon, an activity she found rather enjoyable. Despite her outward attitude towards life, this was a side of her reserved for the most dire of times. The serious legendary side she didn't like to show people that much...unfortunately other Pokémon never took her seriously unless she did. Normally, she didn't want them to take her seriously. She liked other Pokémon to believe she was fun, yet mysterious. Elusive and rare. Innocent and cute. When in reality, Meka was a very old mind, who had seen and done things most wouldn't expect from that wide-eyed, mischievous little pink face of hers. Well, now her little pink face was focused on how to force...uh help these random wild Pokémon save the world.

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Breeze stared at her paws for a moment, taking a few seconds to process what had happened. She had just been wandering the woods--different woods from the ones she was in at the moment. It was a favorite pastime of hers; wandering through the quiet woods with no one to interrupt her thoughts or to worry her with duties of hunting or foraging. One of the reasons she had chosen Leafeon was to have an easier, social-free life. A body meant to climb trees and appendages made to blend into the forest's leaves. Silent paws that allowed her to stalk along the forest floor at night, and organs that allowed her to refresh herself with the light of the sun during the day. She was certainly not expecting to be thrown into a completely new part of the region, and told some vague jabber about saving the legendaries.

Certainly, Breeze had noticed the odd feeling of a lack of a presence in the forest. It had been the whisper of the woods that Xerneas was an invisible guardian of the nature. While she had never met or seen the king himself, she felt his breath blow gently through the forest as he slept, and swore she saw the light in his eyes through the vast amounts of trees. She thanked the great creature for every patch of sun, every bountiful berry harvest, every tall tree. It was Xerneas that protected the forest, and now she was to believe he was gone...taken, even. It was hard to fathom, to be perfectly honest. And now she was stuck thrust into the fray of a bunch of random wild Pokémon she'd never seen before. Literally her worst nightmare.

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Banshee
While the Mismagius was doing her best to keep herself together, in the end it was not working. The panic and worry of her fellow ghosts in danger was getting to her mind.

She had stopped following the Mew, instead retreating to the closest thing to a corner in the area. Sitting down with her head down, she let all her worries out. If one listened carefully the could hear the sound of crying.

Trixie
Trixie looked behind her to see one of the Pokemon had stopped following the Mew. This one seemed to be... Crying?

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Sunny's ears perked up at the sound of crying. While she was a female, and therefore her whiskers and nose should have held her strongest senses, she still carried some of the hearing power that all Nidoran had. Walking slowly towards the Mismagius, she offered her a Pecha berry (which, again, we are not questioning), a look of symphathy on her face.

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Artemis watched the Nidoran, glad to see there are still some kind-hearted creatures out there. However, he was quite suspicious of the floating Mew. Why did they bring us here? Why us specifically? He knew that if he spoke out loud he would be turned down like the rest, so he kept quiet. He also knew that his best option was to follow the Mew; where else would he have to go?

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He looked around for signs of any berries or other items, but only came across a discarded apple core . GROSS. He flew up into the air in disgust and landed back down again... almost on that grumpy Minccino. He tried to muster an apologetic chirp, but it came out small, almost making him sound ingenuine... wait, is that Zangoose BLUE? How has Team Celestial not seen him?

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The commotion was sickening to him, so annoying... The constant chatter and repetitive questions gave him a headache, enough to make him leave on the spot if he actually knew where he was. See, Maeshi wasn't exactly a traveler, he always stayed in that one area of the nice little community he called home, he never bothered adventuring, mostly due to no wanting to be found by humans, and therefore didn't know the land. He knew he would get lost as soon ashe left, and that was more tedious than dealing with whatever mess this was. He continued to sit alone, far off from the group of strangers he was now, unfortunately, a part of. This, of course got boring when you try your best to ignore what was being said in order to prevent an even worse headache, but he didn't want to join in or just simply listen. Instead, he chose to deeply sigh and grumble, which came out as a low, chilling growl that was a bit louder than he would've liked. After realizing his mistake, he quickly shut up and tried to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, all while resuming to watch from afar. His attention was quickly caught by the strange mannerisms of the mew who had brought him here. They seemed to be uneasy, nervous, something like that. Maeshi wasn't good at reading other pokemon, he hardly looked that deep into others anyways, so it was a bit of a struggle to understand the strange things they were doing.

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All she could remember from before was being so easily dismissed for her concerns. She had been praying at a special shrine she had made while her 'family', if she could even call them that, were doing their own things. Well one minute she was practicing rituals, the next she was in this clearing. She was unfamiliar with the area which wasn't too surprising considering how she barely left her 'home'. There were many young Pokemon around and..... Legendaries?! This day was turning into something interesting for Eris the shiny Froslass.

Banshee

The Mismagius looked up at the pecha berry in front of them. How was that supposed to cheer her up? She wanted her community, her friends, and her family back. Not some berry.

Despite these thoughts, Banshee took the Pecha berry with a small sad noise. She just held it, not even eating it.

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Majoree

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Majoree waited for a response. But the Pokemon merely shuffled around. And then, movement out of the corner of her eye. It snapped to the side.

The Nidoran held out a berry to the sobbing Mismagius.

A wave of self-loathing crashed over her. She curled her tail at her side, trying to stifle it. "Apparently no one's all that interested in getting out of here," she stated coldly. "Fine. I'll go on my own." She unravelled her tail and stood up. She surveyed the forest, looking for a path out. There was a clear one. She bit the inside of her cheek, debating.

It was clearly an exit. But, that clear quality made her uneasy. Who had lain this path down? Was it a trap?

She eyed the Mew. It was still muttering to itself. This should be fine, right? It didn't seem like the intelligent kind. Perhaps it just intended to keep them here?

But she'd feel a lot more comfortable if-

"Heyhey, darling. Whatcha doing?"

Majoree went rigid. She cast an evil eye over her shoulder. A Chingling grinned back at her.

"What's wrong? Dontchu speak?"

"Do you speak normal English?" she shot back. She scowled, wrapping herself with her tail. The Chingling tilted its head amused. She shuddered internally. There was something strange about its piercing gaze. Something she didn't trust.

"You were going to leave, right?" they asked, then laughed. "See? Your normal English. I can do it just as well as you can."

"What a miracle that is," she muttered. The Chingling froze, giving her an odd look. "Well, you're correct in any case. I do plan on leaving. That is, if I can." She cast a significant glance at the Mew. Will you try and stop me?

"Trying to get them to play their hand?" The Chingling blinked. "Gosh, you're really nasty, you know that?"

Majoree blinked a bit. "What?"

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Luther

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Everyone ignored him. My heart is burning.

He continued smiling. He felt the Herdier's eyes on him. Everyone just kept staring at each other. Would these idiots ever get anything done?

"Aww, don't ignore my guys. I'm trying to be friends with y'all. Shouldn't we be, if we're going to do some awesome heroic quest thingy?"

"Did any of us consent to this?" the Herdier asked instead. The ugly feeling in Luther's heart tightened. "I'm not sure- if we- if we should be here against our will- this is kind of- kind of like kidnapping. I'm not not on board with this, but-"

"I'm not not on board with this too!" Luther chirped. "I just wanna know what's going on, so I can help you all save the world!" He turned in a short circle. "So how about it? Anyone wanna pool our knowledge?"

"Perhaps we should ask the Pokemon who brought us here instead," the Herdier said diplomatically. "Right, Mew?" He dipped his head respectfully to the legendary. "We would like-"

"Should we all introduce ourselves?" Luther asked. "I keep calling you all 'The Herdier' and 'The-" he surveyed the Pokemon. "'The Nidoran' in my head. It's kinda weird, no offense."

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The young Zangoose noted the eyes of a Fletchling on him, he tilted his head in slight curiosity for a brief moment in the Fletchling's direction before he looked at all the others. What the Herdier mentioned also caught his attention. Dart most certainly did not consent to this. But...that being said... perhaps this was an excuse he needed to move to a new setting. He liked where he was. The small hollow that he fended for himself...a small patch of Oran and Pecha berries with the occasional different berries when he dared venture further out...it was all he really needed. But no one could really blame him for wanting to see more. He kept that to himself though, as he stayed relatively quiet, as he was near the back of the group. But both the Fletchling and Herdier had caught his attention. For now.

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Artemis saw the Zangoose catch his stare, and froze trying to think of something to say. "...You smell like Oran Berries," Artemis found himself saying to the Zangoose after a couple seconds. "I like Oran Berries. I'm Artemis." He immediately regretted saying anything and looked at the ground, blushing a little. He kicked himself. Great. Now everyone thinks I'm an idiot. He eyed the Zangoose's sharp claws and shuddered a little.

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Majoree

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Majoree scoffed, throwing her head back. Then she noticed the expression on the Chingling's face. Was that-?

Then they shot past her, landing at the feet of the Fletchling. "You like berries?" they asked breathlessly. "You like oran berries? What about Pecha Berries?" Their eyes glowed with an intense light. "What's your favourite berry? Pecha berries? Do you think they're the best berries on earth?"

Well. Hmph. Majoree felt slightly hurt. But she supposed it didn't matter, after all. She started off into the forest, leaving the rest of the Pokemon behind. If no one was interested in escaping this dump, she would do it on her own.

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Artemis jumped about a foot into the air in surprise. "I... I'm not a fan of Pecha Berries..." Artemis barely musters out. "Kelpsy Berries are my favorite. Hey, aren't you going to stop that Minccino? It takes all of us if we're going to save everyone..."

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