Sutoratosu

Stratos and Azauqyar- Salamence and Rayquaza "White Crescent!" The salamence shouted to the Xatu's and Noctowls, still maintaining his Mega Form just encase things degraded even further here. The magi wasted no time, and much like they had with the Lucario they turned their combined mental force onto Alucard, trying to restrain the Gengar's body and quell him with a deep slumber... Meanwhile Azauqyar stopped a single Xatu as he made his way to follow the guards escorting the subdued girl. "Make sure you remove the mega stone before you lock her away in custody..." he said. "The last thing we need is for her to Mega Evolve yet again and potentially escape..." And with that, he left the Mage to go carry out the orders as he turned his attention back to the ongoing struggle to try to calm the Phantom... Thanatos- Dusknoir "That was all I needed to see..." Thanatos said, hovering beyond the sight of mortals high above the court room that had become a battle ground. He had seen the look in both the rampaging individual's eyes, the emptiness... the evil. He had seen their violence and their undying wrath, even now as the gengar was still out of control down below. He was almost certain now... both from his own observations and the intel he was getting from the forces that be on the other side. This was almost certainly tied to the moment when the two of them had mega evolved, it simply had to be... why else was it only then and there they had begun going beserk? "Yes... whatever foul hand is at play here, it may well be anchored in two certain objects... I may well have to speak with the Sky Lord on this matter... once he has managed to get control over the court proceedings again..."

"You just really enjoy saying things to get under people's skin, don't you?" Mareek asked, glancing at henry with a scowl... he should've known the guy would go and say something like that, and quite frankly he wanted nothing more than to just give him the bird and be on his way. But he knew he couldn't just do that. He knew he had to keep it tame here, with the headmaster himself nearby... "You sit here and act as though you know everything about me, as if we're old friends or something, yet we've barely even spoken to each other on three occasions, even counting right now..." He stopped, turning his attention back to doors as something in his peripheral caught his attention. He started walking away from the front entrance just Mars was getting closer. He strode right past henry as he headed for the opposite doorway, stopping only long enough to say "Just stop. We aren't friends. you know nothing, Henry Baldwin. Not who I am, how I act, what I will or won't do, Nothing at all. You don't know me." And without another word, he kept walking, not giving a damn about anything Henry might have to say in response. He wasn't going to let the infuriating words of some prick for Orre convince him that this course wasn't right; he knew damn well this was the only path he could give Nemo that wouldn't end in far more trouble somewhere down the road. Under Miyagi he would never be able to go on a murderous assault like that again... and under Miyagi he could learn the things Mareek had obviously failed to drill into him. All the red head was focused on right now was finding a phone...

Stratos and Azauqyar- Salamence and Rayquaza "My lord, on your 4!" Stratos called into his master's mind, just before turning again to Alucard with those blazing eyes of his. If the phantom was just going to fuck with the boundaries between dimensions, he'd obviously have to start fighting differently... and the fact of paralysis didn't help much, given they were now both in the same boat. Stratos had a plan though. He could still feel the enhanced speed of his armor as he raised himself higher into the air, eyes gleaming a dark purple as the shadows all around the battle field began to do something strange... writhe and shriek in agony as if souls released from hell, undulating at Stratos's will as they shot off towards Alucard's form below like rockets... then congealed together into countless, razor sharp claws that went to begin striking at the phantom, closing in from every possible direction as the shadows seemed to swirl as though alive... Little did anyone know the true mastery Stratos had over each and every last one of his moves and techniques. Even with the ghost's tricks, this fight... was far from over. And stratos's armor was blazing it's bright emerald green all the while, strong winds picking up and blowing away the dust cloud that had began to choke the air... Azauqyar meanwhile needed no warning from his champion of the girls incoming assualt. Without a word, he turned his heavy maw just as he saw her preparing her ice punches, his body seemed to become a blur and a multitude of copies formed in the battleground, each of them keeping eyes on the girl before nodding to those various Noctowls standing beside the Xatu's outside the barriers. Within an instant, they all linked mental forces as they reached out with a torrent of astounishing telekinetic force and tried to seize control of the rampaging Lucario's body, all the while sending a combined hypnotic bout of telepathy into her mind, and no one but hers, hoping to quell her rage into slumber...

Mareek looked at Kage for a moment in silence, considering telling the blind boy there was no need... but then he thought of something. Something he hadn't before. "All I can ask of you is to keep quiet about my team member's fate..." He said, putting away Java's capsule. "I'll already have enough to deal with from all of...this. And I really don't need anything else piled on top of it, so I'd honestly like to keep some control over who knows what about this..." He knew it was pointless though. People were still going to ask and pester about it like the senseless ass holes they sometimes were, thinking they were being sympathetic and respectful and all that royal bull shit, regardless of whether kage said anything about this or not. Rumors were going to start to circulate like they tended to do in schools when something happened. But it was best to leave all of them to keep wondering what was fact and what was fiction, only share anything with those he knew he could trust... That... and He also didn't want to offend the boy for his notable amount of kindness in even making the offer in the first place...

Mareek "Yes sir... I'll try..." The red head said, nodding... though still looking at the floor. He knew he should listen to the professor, heed his words... but there was just too much going through his head right now. He'd have to figure out something for the Tactician that wasn't religious in any way, seeing as how the normal type had always laughed at the mere notion of a creator diety. Not to mention there was still the glaring issue... of what to do with a certain cubone named Nemo. He couldn't train him. Not after this... and he knew it. There was no way in hell he'd be able to, not without always feeling at least some kind of resentment for this in the back of his mind... even now, even though he blamed himself for the matter, he could already feel the bitterness and the contempt, however small it may be. And god knows how long it would take for those feelings to start getting stronger... For... though he was young, Nemo still had to be held accountable here along with him. Mareek had instructed him time and time again not to use what he trained him in for petty things like anger... and what had the Orphan done? The exact opposite of everything he had tried so hard to drill into his little skull, he'd done the exact opposite and had killed a friend and a comrade in the process. And like any instructor... Mareek could not simply let that knowledge of his student's actions go... would never be able to. And it wasn't as if the death had been an unintentional result... Mareek had seen those blows, who they were thrown, where they landed and how they landed. Each and every last one of them had been right in the region he'd told nemo was completely off limits regardless of the circumstances, just as his own sensei had to him; the Head. And the Neck This... this was no simple case of a mere young pokemon going berserk and lashing out at the nearest thing... if anything, Java's opponent had been closer, it would've been the logical target. No... this, this right here... it had been completely intentional. Nemo had gotten up off that ground with the intent to destroy the Porygon2, the fact that he had ignored a closer target, made the effort to hurtle his club to stop mareek from being able to intervene, and closed the extra distance to get to the Normal Type before aiming for forbidden zones... This was murder in the second degree. And Mareek knew it without a doubt. He knew Nemo was a young killer. "I'll try..." he repeated weakly, mind reeling all the while as to what to do with the murderer...just Trading him off to another student and washing his hands of it was both immoral and cowardly as far as Mareek cared; the problem wouldn't be solved at all, and who the hell would want nemo, if they actually stopped to think about what he had done. Death... was something that was not only completely off the tables, mareek didn't even bother thinking about it; more blood shed in the matter wouldn't bring Java back... and even despite his latest actions, Nemo was still one of them... one of the team. The prospect of simply putting him down like some rabid dog... it was absolutely unthinkable to the boy. "Maybe... maybe I should send him away... to someone who can be trusted with him." He thought to himself. It was most definitely the kindest fate he could give. If Nemo stayed with him, things between them would never be the same again. As much as mareek hated to admit to himself... in his heart, the bridge he had built with nemo, the bond they had constructed... it had all burned right to the ground as if it were engulfed in hell fire and the devil had been cackling and playing a fiddle as he watched it burn. At least on Mareek's end of it. Here, there was no where for Nemo to go, no chance to start over and try to atone, because his trainer knew... just knew, he could never forgive this. But if he went away... that was another story entirely... And there was only person in the world whom he trusted enough and knew could handle the situation right... Sensei Akihiro Miyagi of Saffron's fighting dojo. And he also knew... deep down...that after this, Nemo would never fight another battle under him. Ever... again. Fighting Dojo, Saffron City Bonemerang. Thunder Punch... and Bone Rush... the dreaded, dreaded bone rush. Miyagi kept winding back the footage on the dvr, going over the fight's end... over, and over. It disturbed him. How easily he could recognized all of those strikes from bone rush, how fluid and controlled they were, even under a hand obviously guided by nothing but rage and hatred. There was no mistaking it. They were none other than the strikes he had taught Mareek... "God Arceus boy... what have you done here?" He whispered to himself, finally hitting the pause button on the remote and setting it back down on the desk. "Have you forgotten... every last lesson I have taught you? Everything I have tried to drill into you, to help you?" He had to admit though... in the boy's defense, it seemed he may have come to his senses, given he had technically forfeited before... the incident occured. And he couldn't help but be a bit impressed- the fact the boy had managed to teach a pokemon like, of all things, cubone, Kenjutsu... and so well that it could flow from one strike into the other seemlessly even when under heavy fatigue... "No... stop smiling..." He told himself, turning off the small television that usually went unused in the small front office of the Dojo. Just becauase the ground type had obviously been taught well... didn't subtract anything from what had occurred. And if it knew the fighting style as well as it did, it would've been utterly impossible that Mareek hadn't have had to teach it the ethics at some point, one of the most basic things, worthy of priority... "Mareek, my boy..." he sighed, rising from the chair and heading towards the glass door. "I'm sorry for you... even though you brought the thunder onto yourself by forgetting what I taught you... I am still sorry for you."

Eh. Let's keep this civil, now. she was just trying to tell us there's a reason if she takes a while to update for now. there's no need for any of that.

Mareek "He's... he's gone, sir..." Mareek answered. He couldn't even bring himself to look the headmaster in the eyes, gaze to the floor as he griped the ball of the fallen tactician. "The nurse... she did all she possibly could for him, but.. he's gone. I was too slow... too slow to get him out of there, too slow to get him help..." Meanwhile, Mareek didn't even notice the blue Bisharp running towards the doors outside like he was being chased by the cops, still a good distance away from the looks of it... or the scarlet haired woman walking in his wake. Galen "I don't know why the hell you're so upset," said the blonde woman walking besides Galen as he rushed out of the stadium and towards the medical wing. His crobat flew overhead, wings in a flurry as she tried to direct him along the same path Mareek had torn across the campus. His coat trailed behind him with his pace, the look in his eyes telling all who dare thought to intercept him it would be a rather... electrifying idea. "Because, damn it, you saw what happened there..." He snarled, turning to the blonde with eyes like fire. She stopped mid pace, the amusement on her attractive face vanishing like an ice cube in boiling water. "What do you think this is going to do him? You think something like this happening is what we need? You think it's gonna make it any easier to fucking set him on a different course? I'm upset because this could be my worst damn nightmare." He did not bother keeping up the Spanish accent of his disguise, instead sticking to his true mix of that of Japanese and French, a rather strange combination he'd acquired only from his father's lessons in his home language piled atop the language of his native culture. Here he was, trying to save the boy from all the mistakes he had made, save him from becoming a murderer like he had, try to stop the wheel... and this illusion bitch, she seemed so damn intent to contradict and hinder him at every turn. Did this worthless little fuck even realize he had saved her, stopped her from facing the fate of dying like some literal dog in the gutter? She was damn lucky Tessa had convinced him to care... cause quite honestly if it hadn't been for her, he would've hauled off and had Surge deal with her long ago... "I..." She stayed there, honestly a bit shocked at the outburst. She couldn't help but feel the same thing she had in the aftermath of the order to scare the bloods shitless... "I'm sorry..." "Just shut the hell up and come on..." The brother said coldly, again starting off for the medical center. He didn't bother to check behind his shoulder to see if the disguised illusion fox was following. "How are we... he doesn't know you, and if you were to...." Galen Stopped. Galen Turned. And Galen recalled her. "I will find a god damn way." He muttered, continuing to follow his crobat overhead. "I will save him from himself... I will finish my atonement. I will never stop... until I know I've fixed it."

Mareek's Pokedex... It was finally there. The final destination, the target zone... all it had to do now, was get in; and with the codes to bypass the firewall protections already written into it by the late AI called Java there was no issue. The Package was finally there. Finally home. The seed that the faithul tactician had left his partner... the seed containing everything he had learned, everything he had realized in the end. The seed that would, god willing, be better than he had been. Java had never beleived in the notion of 'God'. He had talked theology with the boy multiple times, had debates back and forth, the human using faith and himself using hard logic. Most of the time they had always ended in draws, not because both arguments were equally matched... but because both the parties involved were equally as stubborn in their veiws. No...there had been no god in java's eyes. In the end though, even this, he had begun to find himself questioning... even as he took his fate into his own hands. And so, he had taken a gamble... and made his first and his last prayer. His Legacy went to work immediately, acting on it's last directive before anything else... and then beginning to plant down roots in the operating system... Mareek His pocket again vibrated. Violently. So long and so intense that he was damn certain the thing was about to self-destruct (Which he doubted was even possible, but still...). Without a single word, he reached in and grabbed it, noticing... the screen was on. And a simple Text file open. The Normal Type's last words... they had to be. There was no other way to explain it. Mareek, my dear friend... I am sorry. For everything. Thank you. And good night. He sat there, in silence. Simply staring at the screen. "I'm sorry too... Java..." He whispered. There was no use pretending anymore. No use trying to tell himself it was all a lie, just as he had back then when it happened the first time. The AI was gone. He had to accept it, even if it was a hard pill to swallow; afterall... wasn't like he hadn't had it forced down his throat before. "I'm right here..." Mareek said, rising to his feet and looking at the nurse as he stood. He said nothing as he reached out and took Java's Capsule from her hands. Either he didn't notice Henry and Kage even standing there anymore or he simply didn't give a damn. "I'm...I'm sorry." The nurse said, shaking her head. "Something happened half-way through the recovery process, he just... started flatlining like a rock..." "Don't be sorry." He said emptily. "None of this is your fault, Mam. it's my own. I should've known this would happen eventually. I should've known Nemo would snap like that after so many losses and go beserk and end up hurting someone. I could've saved my friend by just being stricter, by just restraining Nemo more than I did... teaching him harder than I did, not being so friendly...I should've behaved as his master first and his friend second, but I didn't. And now Java's gone because of no one's mistake but my own." She had nothing to say to that. Mareek preferred it that way. "It's no one's fault but my own..." he said, turning his attention to the Riolu sleeping on the counter as he took out her capsule and recalled her home, cloth and all. "No one's... but my own." Without a word to Kage or Henry he turned and walked away... and as he headed for those double doors, he couldn't help but recall the emptiness he felt right now. Like it all didn't matter. like nothing he did or tried matter, he was powerless... Just as powerless now as he had been back then. Like he was still a mere child clinging to his mother's skirts. * * * * * * * * Saffron City, Kanto Seven years ago, 1 week after the Silph Co. Invasion. The sky was overcast. Dull, lifeless. The wind blew with the chill of late autumn, as if mirroring the somber mood of the small crowd down below. His father's boss, Silph Co's president. Co-Workers. Fellow members of the scientific community who had heard of the tragedy and decided to pay their respects to their slain brother in white. family freinds... as few as they were. the man he would someday call sensei and learn so much from, but didn't even now it yet. The priest overseeing the funeral, a glossy, fine leathered book in his hand as he stared down with his spectacled eyes, reciting the Lord's prayers. Even his mother, with Mars by her side. He could see them all down there, seated as they listened to the last rites being read. But the thing Mareek noticed the most from where he sat... was his father's casket. He had snuck away from it all. He just didn't want to be down there, he didn't want to have to stare the fact that he couldn't pretend anymore in the face. For a full week, the boy had been holding out hope that everyone, Saito, his father's collegues at the company, the police, even his own mother... hope that every last of them was lying. The dad wasn't gone... that Galen hadn't done what they claimed. He'd already had to face the truth on the latter hope... and now the other one had been taken from his well, as if someone had come on and yanked the rug of his delusion right out from under him. Everything he had known had been a complete lie. Galen was a complete monster who obviously could kill people and not feel anything from it at all, not even his own father. It had probably all been an act, all those times when he would visit... especially on his birthdays. He and his friend tessa had probably just been screwing with his head the whole time, though for what reason... the boy had no way to know. Mom was starting to act...weird...she used to be so nice, like she'd give you the shirt off her own back if you needed it; but now... he didn't even know what was going on with her. It was like a switch had been flipped, like she had turned into someone else. She had even taken away Erce after the news started coming in. "Empo..." came a snarl beside him beneath the tree. He hadn't even noticed the Empoleon already sitting there, parring the blades of her wings against one another, eyes glowering. Her lapiz lazuli blue down seemed to writhe with every breath as she looked onto the funeral from their shared perch, as if she were just waiting for a reason to shred something to pieces. Mareek had never seen the Steel type before in his life, beginning to quietly try to crawl out of it's sight the moment he saw it's demeanor. The movement was futile. Her gaze was instantly on him... and he stopped. There was something else in the Empoleon's eyes; something he had only seen in his mother's, something he didn't even know what to call. Even though he didn't know her, she seemed to know him. And it was if she were trying to say that she would never hurt him...with those eyes. And so he had stayed there. Stayed under the tree the entire time, next to the water type that easily dwarfed him. Sitting there and watching as his last hope was finally shattered. And it was Empty. That was the only thing he found could describe it. Not sad or angry or... anything as he watched. Just... empty. Like he could do nothing. Like he was worthless, powerless... powerless to change anything about his world. like he would always be powerless. * * * * * * * * "A funeral..." he said, to no one but himself. "We need a funeral... he deserves one. Java deserves one." he was nearing closer and closer to the doors...

I'm honestly impressed you actually went to the trouble of making this graphic for it, man XD

White Crescent Mages in the Court- Xatus and Noctowls The Xatu's in the court were quick to react to the threat to the onlookers. Being White Crescent members was no small feat in and of itself, the power needed to even pass the most basic of trials... They took their combined mental force, the seers. Linking minds like one would link hands in a chain of people as one by one their eyes blazed with a rich florescent green and the air before the crowd began to ripple powerfully. Within an instant, a massive sphere of protective force encircled the area where the Gengar and the Lucario were rampaging, allowing nothing in... and at the same time allowing none of the attacks being luanched out to cause further damage. All the while those Noctowls who had been looking on for the order focused their eyes on the ghost in particular... firing of quick Foresights to make the rampaging demon vulnerable to things which he normally would be immune to... Roars shook the whole area all the while. But not the roars of those rampaging. No... it was the roars of the Lord Regent and His High Champion. Azauqyar and Stratos (Rayqauza and Salamence) Both the massive dragons flew forward the moment the chaos began, before the force-field closed. Roars echoing out as their maws glowed with white hot flames and their eyes instantly began to size up the transgressor and the sudden new arrival. "Deal with the phantom, show no mercy." Stratos heard Azauqyar call in his mind. It must've been the scale he possessed...for his armor was glowing, particularly the chest plate... "The armor will protect you from the worst of his attacks... among other things it will do." Stratos (Salamence) Stratos nodded his head, armor blazing with a power unlike any in the world, flashes of green blasting all around the trial area as he glared at Alucard in particular. his eyes burned with an emerald fire as he reached up with a single powerful claw and slapped it down upon the grey and blue and red stone embedded in the gauntlet of his opposite hand. A blaze of pink light laced with the same emerald green engulfed his whole being as he let out yet another roar, body transmuting into his Mega Form as he kept speeding towards the ghost, taking every attack that came his way head on, showing no sign of pain as he let his rage flow through him, channeled it, let it become a part of him... but did not let it control him. Just as his lord father had taught him as a flightless youngling, long...long ago. It seemed powerful winds were beginning to flow, though how, Stratos did not know... it could only have been the armor.... "Just as I thought!" He bellowed, the fires in his mouth beginning to turn a rich golden. "you were a threat, just waiting to be unleashed!" Without another word, he threw his mammoth head back... and opened his maw, an explosion of gold light burning there as a massive beam of energy bearing the same color hurtled right for Alucard... the very air itself seemed to be destroyed as it traveled closer and closer... Azauqyar (Rayquaza) The Lord Regent himself glowered down at the girl rampaging before him, gazing into her empty, black eyes... "So this was what I sensed earlier" Without another word on the matter, he swallowed the flames blooming at his lips, instead his eyes burning with electricity as multiple tendrils of weak thunder began to peel off of him in every direction before all readjusted their arcs and flew towards the girl, hoping to paralyze her... coming in from every possible angle... "I would kill you for this, you little witch... Should kill you, right here and right now...but an interrogation followed by a formal execution would likely yield more useful results..." Thanatos- Dusknoir Hardly anyone in the crowd noticed as a portal to the After Realms opened and a specter with a single eye made his way into the world of the living, slamming the rift shut behind him. So the transmissions had been true... indeed, there was the work of a spirit most foul going on in the sky kingdom. "From their eyes... this is clearly a case of demonic bodily possession..." he thought as he watched an emerald scaled dragon and a salamence begin to engage to the two behind the massive screen of energy protecting the crowds "It seems I am too late to stop it however... I must take a more... improvised approach." Already, he was beginning to open another rift to the after-realm, completely unnoticed by any of the citizenry in his wholly invisible state...

Well damn bibs... I had already made a Dusknoir named Thanatos who people call "Gandolf" because they don't know what the hell his actual name is... Eh, Guess I can just always use his actual name when I go into his perspective... just have people still call him it but have the narration use his true name regardless

Mareek's Pokedex The Package had survived the destruction. The carnage and raw chaos that was Java after... it happened. Though one end of the connection was dead, both literally and metaphorically, it still sped along it's course. A light, burning with something Java had never understood before it was too late. Something he had always dismissed before the end came. The light that had the power to raise grandeur from ashes, the light that had power to make individuals stand back up... when they think they have nothing left to give. The light he had seen in Nemo so many times, but never comprehended it's meaning. The light of... hope. Mareek The nurse sighed, placing the machine back into stand by as she reached inside and retrieved the capsule of the deceased. It made no sense... it seemed the treatment had been working fine one moment... then out of no where she had simply started getting a massive flat line on every vital. And not a thing she did had any effect. None... it was almost as if... the thing had decided to simply end it. Either that or the hand of Arceus was in this somewhere... but she didn't even want to go there right now. "I'm sorry...there is nothing more I can do..." She turned, only to notice that the red head was gone, in his place only Kage. She honestly couldn't even get angry this time... if he had run away. All things considered, she wouldn't have blamed him... "Where's Mareek?" she asked the blind boy at the counter. Mareek meanwhile gave no answer as he sat there out of sight, head buried in his knees. He already knew the prognosis. But actually hearing it actually said... it would only serve to destroy the small fraction of hope... that he was wrong.

{Java- final moments...} Data. That was all Java could see around himself anymore. Data. endless, cascading, monotonous. No sound, No time... no space. Just the darkest night he had ever known, illuminated by the blazing green fires of information, thousands of stars against the backdrop of his personal night. His memories were his no longer. His Thoughts were his no longer. Nothing about him was his anymore. He could feel it. Could feel it slipping away. Bit by bit. It didn't matter how hard he tried to hold them. Didn't matter how many memory files he attempted to open and glimpse, how long he stared, trying, just... trying... to hold on to even a single part of himself. His memories were dying. All of them, bit by bit. His system was not his own, could not be his own. He could feel Data corrupting with every second, routine tasks failing, analysis impossible, system parameters... breaking. A Million supernovas. That was the pain blooming throughout him. Every operation pathway cut off, every file path destroyed, every fail safe proving useless. He felt as though he was on fire. He felt as though he were burning. Java realized something... in the darkness. Alone... cold... helpless. he realized... that he was going to die. This was the end of the line. He could do nothing, could find no path out. Truly... this was where it was going to terminate. What... what would happen to the others? To Erce? To Mareek? To Nemo... especially nemo. What was going to happen... to his friends? What would become of them? Friends. The word rang through his mind like a bell. Was this what it meant? Were friends people... who you worried about, even at the end? Were they people who you wanted to know would be alright, even if you were gone? Were they people who... who you felt guilt if you hurt them? Who... even after conflicts and arguments and downs... you still found yourself caring enough... to think about them in the end? Java did not know. All he did know... was that if he could've gone back, said things differently, done things differently... he would've. But more than anything... if he could go back and undo everything with Mareek over the past few 48 hours. The lies, the deception, the blind ambition... He would. He would do it in a heart beat. More than anything... he wanted a muligan. He wanted to do it over again, and get it right this time But the past couldn't be changed. Only the future was written in sand. And so... Java did the only thing he could. The only thing he could think of as the corruption spread further and further, He cast a line. One last connection... a connection he had made many times, a connection... that he knew like the back of his hand. And in that instant, right in between the end of life, and the moment when the jaws of death came to close in, Java gathered what little was left intact of himself. The most basic, most shallow reaching Operations, The bare bones of his being... and packed them all into a single package. And he sent them into the future. Or as close to it as he could manage. And then the system crashed. And the being known as Java was gone. Wiped out into nothingness... As he took what left of his fate into his own two hands... And purged his own corrupt data. Mareek The world was like a blur to Mareek, as he stood there, watching. The nurse was saying something. An audino was scrambling to a drawer and looking for something. Buttons and various dials were being adjusted and reset with deft hands, touch screen dislays tapped and Vitals cycled through like a cyclone, a blaze of blue back light on the woman's face. He didn't even notice the vibration in his pocket. Or the fact that anyone was standing next to him... "This... this is it... and it's my fault. I killed him." He clutched the counter even tighter, knuckles bone white. She might not be saying anything... but he wasn't stupid by any means. He could read the screens for himself, even from here. And he could see how frantically she was working. "I could've stopped this...but I didn't... and now he's going to pay because of me...Java..." "I'm so sorry" Mareek glanced over his shoulder, taking a step back in surprise when he saw Kage standing there out of breath. "Sorry... what? why..." His whole head felt like it was a fog... all he could think about, was the life that had just been lost... of the friend... he had just killed. Because now that he thought about it... Java and him, they had been friends, even in the end, even through all the fighting and lies and trickery and lack of trust and passive aggressiveness. Because none of that had erased everything that had come before. The trials, the collaboration, the up times... the victories and the loses, the hours spent sitting unnoticed, gathering notes on the fighting styles of others. Finding the right types of trees in the forest, carving and organizing prices. They had been the bitterest of enemies over the past two days. But they had still been friends as well. Underneath it all. And only now was it hitting him, the weight... of what had just happened. He backed up towards the counter. And then simply slid down with his back to the hard wood surface, onto the floor. And he stayed there. And he could feel something wet inside his goggles. And on his cheeks, just the faintest trace. But he could still feel it.

whatevs, ya'll get what I mean. And then we haven't even considered Stratos the Champion...most powerful member of the guard... who can also mega evo... and become even a bit stronger than Azauqyar would be while in standard form when he does.

I have instructions for this entire situation already to be followed. and besides... even a psychopathic Mega evolved Lucario... would realistically be not match for the entirety of a civil guard force, plus a god who can also resort to mega evo if needed. Let's just think about it for a minute. Azauqyar would realistically be able to stop her if needed, and if he has to Primal Revert and unleahs his full power to do it, he will be willing to do so.. because the well being of the people would be in jeopardy if he did not

Azaqyuar- Rayquaza "Enough." The god said, seeing that this would obviously be a pointless game of back and forth if he allowed them to actually continue the debate. He could just end it now... consult the various Xatu's positioned around the place, have them glimpse into the past... but no. That would be too easy a way out. For both Alucard... and Syni. Someone was lying here. And the Sky Lord had had enough of the antics. And besides... Syni might have been right, for he himself could sense something within the Gengar. A darkness. And evil. A greed that corrupted all it touched. He could sense something else too. Something similiar. but something far weaker, at least from where he was now... but regardless, the focus here was the Gengar. "There will be no more talking." He continued, looking at them both in turn... something stirring in his eyes. Both Stratos and Dravius looked at him. "No... no... there will be no more talking. One of you is lying. One of you wants to see this land fall and her people dead. And if I allow you to sit here and argue this way and that way, we will be here all night." He hovered outward, positioning himself in between the two ghosts... glowering at them both. "So this, is how we shall deal with the situation. Given the heinous nature of the Charges... this shall be a trial by combat. The battle only ends when one of you has either been completely wiped out of existence entirely...or concedes defeat." He hovered back to his place. "IF YOU ARE TRULY INNOCENT, FIGHT LIKE YOUR EXISTENCE DEPENDS ON IT! FOR NOW IT TRULY DOES! BEGIN!" Quite honestly though... he intended to seal them both inside the Key Stone, regardless of how this went... just to be safe.

Azauqyar and Stratos- Rayquaza and salamence Again, he looked to the Champion, eyes still impartial. Stratos turned his gaze to the crowd, opening his mouth and bellowing loud enough for everyone and everyone's mother to hear. "Night Corps! Bring Syni the Huanter forward to the trial area! We shall have the truth of this matter!" Meanwhile around where Syni and Ulkina both sat, a number of hydreigons had gathered, eyes like burning coals as they glowered at the Ghost type expectantly...

((So damn tempted to make him go for Trial by combat...)) Azauqyar- Rayquaza The regent simply hovered there above the proceedings, eyes staring right at the phantom. There was... impartiality there. Something a great few would've likely been surprised by if they saw it. Stratos and Dravius both raised an eyebrow when the God gave his answer. "Very well then. The arguments for the Defense may begin. Speak, Alucard. For regardless of what you say or do not say, the truth will eventually prevail here this eve, one way... or another." Both the Champion and the Officer alike just stared at him like he was mad... though Stratos quickly quelled the glare, retreating back to his position. Dravius just glared at the phantom...

done. Anyways, I did some thinking. I don't want to do a Spirit tomb for my sixth PC... No. I want to do something far better. Name: Thanatos/ Gandolf Age: ??? Rank: Wanderer (Spirit Hunter, or just Hunter... whichever works) Kingdom: None (Will never join any) Pokemon:.. Dusknoir Bio: A guide to lost souls and hunter of malevolent ones who insist of remaining in the world of the living to inflict pain and suffering on those who still yet draw breath. Little to nothing is known of this ageless being besides his eternal mission in this world, whether he is a soul who experienced death once himself or was simply created as a phantom to begin with, when he died, if he did at all, nor even what his true name is, if he even has one. For he has never given any name when asked... and so people simply came up with their own for him. Gandolf, the reaper. He holds no loyalties to any kingdom. Nor will he ever. For his mission is impartial, has always been impartial to the conflicts of man... since long before the war began, and so it shall remain so even now. Though he appears rather fearsome and terrifying at a glance... one might find appearances to be deceiving.

Azauqyar and Stratos- Rayquaza and Salamence The Regent glanced to his champion, giving a simple nod. Without a word between the two, Stratos strode forward in the air, his emerald armor gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight as the sun was beginning to set overhead. He gazed down at the Phantom, fire in his eyes as he began to rehearse the Preliminary Court Proceedings "Alucard the Wraith, The charges bared against you currently hold the penalty of death for mortals... and permanent imprisonment for beings of an ethereal nature and therefore undying nature. How do you plead to the crimes you are accused of? Speak."

Azauqyar- Rayqauza He descended in silence from the clouded sky above, wisps of white and gray breaking up beneath his massive body. There had been no time to finish his talk with Aquero, but for now he had simply... asked the other god to try to keep his activities to a minimum. Groudon was a beast he'd have to deal with in it's own time. For, right now... there was obviously more immediate business that needed tending to. Stratos approached him and Lt.Dravius the moment he saw them returning, explaining the entirety of the situation... all the while followed by a group of Xatu and Sigilyph. In fact... there were many Xatus present at the trial. Something that Stratos had insisted upon. Truth would reign this day... as it always did whenever criminals were tried in their nation. whatever it may be. "I think it safe to presume from the looks of this... you have captured the Phantom?" Azauqyar was moving closer to the trial, both the officers following closely. "Aye, my lord." Stratos said. "He's under lock and key at long last, held in a cell and guarded by members of the former God Corps. We found him huddled in one of the caves used for nesting by Crobats and Noiverns. We also have an Odd Keystone prepared, should there be sufficient evidence to prove his guilt beyond reasonable doubt." "Good." the Elder Dragon nodded. Then turning to the makeshift court itself as the soldiers both flew off to their stations. "Are the proceedings ready to begin? Where is the accused?"

Actually, from the lore about it, I'm pretty sure an individual has to be a legit ghost in order to be vulnerable to being imprisonned in it. And not like the type of deal with having the soul ripped out of the body by the Key Stone itself, but a legit, wandering ghost who is terrorizing people and has been at it for a while. As in something like a poltergeist or a demon So yeah... fairly certain anyone who is "Living" like Ulkina, Stratos, Eric, Azauqyar, Swain, etc... wouldn't be at risk... but dead folks like Syni and Alucard likely would be. EDIT: and while we're on the subject, I intend to sign up a sixth and final (At least until Azauqyar and Brantyn and possibly Sebastian are all dead...) character. He's gonna be... a wandering spirit tomb. 108 spirits, all in one. I'm gonna have fun doing a type of hive mind character...

Mareek He kept his goggles on. The way they tinted out the rest of the world seemed to fit him perfectly. Even besides, he didn't want anyone to see his eyes. He didn't want to look anyone in the eyes, and so for the time being they would function like Shades... seemingly opaque screens of pure black that blocked out the windows to the soul and masked everything he was feeling. He was running. Running as fast and hard as he could, tearing through the corridors of the stadium's innards like a mad man on the run from the law, passing by faces that he neither recognized nor would even care at the moment if he had. He was at least half certain he'd even accidentally knocked over a girl with a Gourgiest and a Chikorita... but he couldn't go back to check. Java would surely die in the extra time it would take him to even utter a quick 'Sorry' to the poor breeder. "I was too damn stupid..." He thought to himself. "I was too damn slow, too damn arrogant... I could've prevented this, I could've seen this... I should've seen it. Damn it! Why the fuck didn't I stop this!? What's fucking wrong with me!?" He didn't stop his full out sprint until the moments he burst through the doors of the Medical Center, looking around wildly for the same nurse he'd spoken to earlier. He felt lost... the lines, the talking... as far as he could see there wasn't a single station open. "No, no, NO!...Please, Arceus, I swear, if you help me save him... I'll do anything...I'll change, just help me, please!" "Boy, over here!" Someone called to him, as if instant gratification for the brief prayer. It was her, with the Riolu sitting on the desk of her workstation, asleep. She was standing, a hand held out expectantly with the healing machine already warmed up. One look in her eyes across the room and he knew... just knew she had seen the match. If not it's entirety, then definitely the last parts. She was still ordering him. "Hurry up! We don't have much time from a beating like that!" He didn't have to be told twice, dashing to the counter and pressing the red and white sphere into her hands frantically. She took it without another word, going to work immediately... "Why... why didn't I fucking stop this...?"