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Born of a Wish...
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these_ballsBIRTH ISLAND
DAY 31/10. 5:30 .
The existence dubbed "Mewssingno" is left...confused.
For as long as it can remember, it has been confused. Of course, its memory is not so very long; it first remembers just a smattering of hours ago, when there were lights and mechanical sounds and these things, the humans, watching.
Yes. The humans.
Confusing. Why are they here? Their memories are long. Their names are strange. They carry with them awareness of other places, well beyond the reach of the boundaries of this universe. Yet here they are, and they fight. They adapt. They embrace while refusing to be assimilated. They consider the word "home", and conjure up images of things beyond the reach of this world.
They're very strange, the humans. Some don't even apply that term to themselves, deep in their subconscious mind.
Confusing.
What are they, the fusion of glitch and potential wonders with growing uncertainty. Some have battled; some have not. They form bonds. They cooperate. They share little in history yet share much of themselves in compensation. These humans...
They are enigmas.
They are not like the wish-granter, who appears with the friendliness of an old acquaintance, though they have never crossed paths before. In some fashion, Jirachi is half its creator, responsible for the thing that brought it into being. The humans are the other, having supplied the will to make its existence a reality.
The power of a Legendary Pokemon. The design of the humans. The potential of the ancestor of all Pokemon.
What am I? the glitching existence asks, horned head tipping sideways to regard Jirachi as it floats nearby, freed at last after its long confinement.
What is your wish? Jirachi answers, its wish tags wafting slightly as it spreads its arms wide in offer.
That...is a very good question. Wishes are precious things, after all. And it is living proof of how a hasty wish might go awry, or be used to ill ends when placed in the wrong hands.
I wish...
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As abruptly as they were brought to Birth Island, the residents of Johto/Kanto are returned to the place they were standing before they left. Their Pokemon are with them, their reserves of Fusion Balls still at the ready, and in many cases, their bodies still fused with whatever Pokemon they were unlucky enough to be attacked by earlier in the month.
It's as though the battle never happened at all, except that everyone remembers being there — and there are a few things that are a little different.
One is that the damage to Celadon City is still intact, tangible proof that something escaped through there on its way to parts unknown.
Another is that somewhere on their person, every player character resident of Johto/Kanto will find a hard copy picture of the person they think about most — whether it be the person they hold in highest regard, their sworn nemesis, or simply someone they've been longing to see.
And the last, and perhaps most curious, is that a new entry has been added to everyone's Pokedex — or a partial one, at least. There is no name, no description, and no details, but it's definitely an entry, and definitely a type combination: FIRE/DARK.
INFOPOST: SO HERE'S WHAT JUST HAPPENED...
( Read on for some very cool information about the outcome of this plot! )
Thank you again for another excellent October plot, Routers! Happy Halloween, and we hope you've had as much fun with the Freaky Fusions as we have!
DAY 31/10. 5:30 .
The existence dubbed "Mewssingno" is left...confused.
For as long as it can remember, it has been confused. Of course, its memory is not so very long; it first remembers just a smattering of hours ago, when there were lights and mechanical sounds and these things, the humans, watching.
Yes. The humans.
Confusing. Why are they here? Their memories are long. Their names are strange. They carry with them awareness of other places, well beyond the reach of the boundaries of this universe. Yet here they are, and they fight. They adapt. They embrace while refusing to be assimilated. They consider the word "home", and conjure up images of things beyond the reach of this world.
They're very strange, the humans. Some don't even apply that term to themselves, deep in their subconscious mind.
Confusing.
What are they, the fusion of glitch and potential wonders with growing uncertainty. Some have battled; some have not. They form bonds. They cooperate. They share little in history yet share much of themselves in compensation. These humans...
They are enigmas.
They are not like the wish-granter, who appears with the friendliness of an old acquaintance, though they have never crossed paths before. In some fashion, Jirachi is half its creator, responsible for the thing that brought it into being. The humans are the other, having supplied the will to make its existence a reality.
The power of a Legendary Pokemon. The design of the humans. The potential of the ancestor of all Pokemon.
What am I? the glitching existence asks, horned head tipping sideways to regard Jirachi as it floats nearby, freed at last after its long confinement.
What is your wish? Jirachi answers, its wish tags wafting slightly as it spreads its arms wide in offer.
That...is a very good question. Wishes are precious things, after all. And it is living proof of how a hasty wish might go awry, or be used to ill ends when placed in the wrong hands.
I wish...
As abruptly as they were brought to Birth Island, the residents of Johto/Kanto are returned to the place they were standing before they left. Their Pokemon are with them, their reserves of Fusion Balls still at the ready, and in many cases, their bodies still fused with whatever Pokemon they were unlucky enough to be attacked by earlier in the month.
It's as though the battle never happened at all, except that everyone remembers being there — and there are a few things that are a little different.
One is that the damage to Celadon City is still intact, tangible proof that something escaped through there on its way to parts unknown.
Another is that somewhere on their person, every player character resident of Johto/Kanto will find a hard copy picture of the person they think about most — whether it be the person they hold in highest regard, their sworn nemesis, or simply someone they've been longing to see.
And the last, and perhaps most curious, is that a new entry has been added to everyone's Pokedex — or a partial one, at least. There is no name, no description, and no details, but it's definitely an entry, and definitely a type combination: FIRE/DARK.
INFOPOST: SO HERE'S WHAT JUST HAPPENED...
( Read on for some very cool information about the outcome of this plot! )
Thank you again for another excellent October plot, Routers! Happy Halloween, and we hope you've had as much fun with the Freaky Fusions as we have!
