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Am I right in my interpretations about the rest of it though, (minus the "Holograms" part since everything they make is solid)? (Edited the last post abit, btw, don't know if you saw before you posted a response) And this means forming weapons with it is pretty much impractical, right, if they'll just more or less disintegrate on impact with a human target anyway? ((Sorry to be asking so many questions, just think it's better I make sure I understand how it works now rather than later, plus you just said it yourself; Time is a strange element. An actual example or something would probably help alot though...))

Aight, nice, nice... yeah, I do. So let me see if I got the gist right: basically she can make life-like, autonomous holograms of sorts out of anything she can remember, can even conjure up images of people and animals, etc, though illusions of the living can only act autonomously if the subject of the projection is already dead... because apparently the soul needs to be called back for it to work or something ((Though, if time is supposed to function off of memories, wouldn't it make more sense for the images of living things to just act based solely on how Arya's mind recalls they would based off of past observed actions, rather than actually straight up calling their spirit back from the dead?)) Does it still have standard Construct functionality though, or is that consumed under the memory clause? ((Basically, how overarching is the memory thing? Is it like with a light eye where the special functionality of the element overrides the standard secondary effect of making solid constructs, or are they unaffected?))

Oi, by the way, how exactly does Time work in terms of interactions with modifiers and other elements?

Arya She stood there, silent. The center of attention yet again, but this time for a far different reason than merely having the apparent answers. It felt strange. Now that she thought about it... in all her life, not once had a single living person ever stopped and asked her such a question, the inquiry hadn't ever even crossed the foreground of her mind. And yet the response she found herself giving flowed as if she had been contemplating the exact answer since the day she'd first drawn breath. "Half the world's population is virtually condemned at birth." She stated deadpan. "The other half lords over and abuses them as if there's some inherent genetic superiority on either side. Hell in this country alone, especially this damn country, not a day goes by where a man whose only real sin in life was being born into the socially rejected gender is treated like absolute shit, made to feel as if he is worthless and less than human. Countless men. They're used as Cannon fodder, breeding stock, expendables in nigh every sense of the word, and If a female were capable of impregnating another female, I've no doubt whatsoever that they wouldn't even be held to that regard... they'd be slaughtered, like barnyard filth raised for food. The seas would run red with their blood, and when the heavens weep to replenish the earth, all that would fall from the sky would be the world's recompense for such mass murder. And as the very planet itself lies drenched in the evidence of it's own mortal sins, all the pretty little bimbos and all the arrogant little bitches would sit there and pray and wonder, why, because they wouldn't even think of their crime as murder in the first place, because the men would be beneath even the vermin and the serpents of the earth to them." She turned from them, all of them, shut them out and fixed her eyes on the door, the burning she felt welling within and growing greater with each blink bedamned. Judge her all they like, she did not care. Emotions surge all they like, she did not care. She would not break, not here, and not now. Mom had lasted far longer, mom had endured far more terrible things, and even then it still took that one last push to finally destroy her. She would not dishonor that woman with such weakness as bending where she hadn't even bowed. "So yeah, now that I think about it... I guess I really do hate this ass-backwards, chauvinistic society that devalues half of all humanity to utterly nothing. This society that wastes so much potential on so very trifle justification.... this society that in the same breath as it would proclaim justice for all, just as quickly oppress its own less fortunate members without remorse." One glance. One single, lingering, over the shoulder glance, directly at Layla, as if neither of the other two even existed at all in that moment, "But... just what does any of this have to do with the promise I made you? I don't care if Eden's Curse trust me, I don't care what type of power it's all of a sudden given me over whatever I originally had...from the moment I said I'd protect you, it became a sworn enemy to me... and no Wraith ever rests until her enemies have either yielded or died."

"Same to you, Looker" the woman responded with a simple nod as she passed, barely even glancing at the man before her eyes settled on the scene before her, dark twin pools of storm blue scanning the remains of the battle like they'd done it a thousand times over before. Even from here, barely through the door of the reception center, she could catch a few scattered glimpses of the scored walls and wrecked equipment as officers and agents alike flittered back and forth out of the back room. "Yup... definitely looks like his handiwork..." she sighed. The Marowak at her side though had eyes only for the young trainers, the dark, otherworldly cloth he wore wrapped about his shoulders and trailing down his body to his feet not unlike the cloth wrapped around his partners own neck, complimenting her silver-accented black coat and trousers and contrasted only by her snow white shirt and the faded Imperial Red of her short cut hair. The ground type's gaze seemed to resonate equal parts aloof swagger and honed strength as the two drew closer, something deeply foreboding in those scarlet eyes. "So, you all are the ones I was told about on the way over here...hmm, I see." She began. It was hard to tell in those abysmal pits but from the sound of her voice she was disappointed with what she saw. "well, my name is Marcella, and I have a few questions for you about what happened here. That man who was leading this robbery, was he wearing a visored helm, a black long coat? Maybe in the company of a trigger-happy Electivire?" the Marowak snarled at the mere mention of the electric type, instinctively reaching for something beneath his makeshift cloak. She disregarded it and kept on however. "Anything you can tell us about the crime would certainly be appreciated... I have reason to believe that psychopath might be none other than my brother." ((FIN))

Acumula Pokemon Center- "The fury of a thousand splendid suns" In the incessant din of combat, no one noticed as the stench of burning ozone or crackle of heavy static began to resonate throughout the air... not until the thunder- cloaked body of the giant, roaring electivire came charging through the gaping whole in the side wall like a line backer, it's sight instantly turning on the young trainers as it skidded to a stop. With a grunt and snap of it's tails, all hell broke loose as the miniature storm around it's body imploded outwards, golden streams of electricity filling the air with their hiss and pop as they snaked across the room faster than any of them could blink or react and hit square on with each and every last one of their partners on the feild, sending Gomez, Rascal, Apollo, Raven, Lara, Leonidas, Loam, Meena and even the mighty champion headbutter Titan himself slamming hard into the back wall behind them with the force of the fearsome blast. All of them sat there motionless, KOed cold as they slid down the surgical white facade. The grunts stood gawking at the ape's sudden arrival... if he was here, that could only mean that boss wasn't far behind... ahhh shiiiiiit. "Excellent, Caesar," A deeply authoritative, electronized voice called from the same hole the ape had charged through as slick, black boots rang out on broken concrete. Unlike his grunts, the man who strode inside now wore a full length long coat darker than night, obscuring most of his other attire aside from the ornately decorated, gold accented, black helm he wore that looked like it's design had been lifted straight out of a high end Sci-fi film, his blood red visor burning with the light of a thousand suns as his invisible yet somehow still menacing gaze pierced through each and every last human being standing in that room. For now though, his gaze settled on the grunts. "At least one monkey out of you bunch of incompetent, shit flinging baboons can do their fucking job properly! You imbeciles had one job, one simple, straight forward job! and what do I find, you're in here struggling to hold off a bunch of god damn brats who look like their barely fresh out of high school!? Pathetic, for the love of Arceus, and here I was thinking that the Phantoms would be too much for this job, that I'd be wasting their talents on such a mundane task. But no... apparently not, because you all can't even fucking rob a defenseless pokemon center and subdue the couple of snot-nosed runts who try to stop you without me intervening!!" With most of his tirade over, a morphed, heavy sigh came from his voice respirator as he shook his head in frustration "God damn it all...why am I stuck with such mediocrity as you lot?" No one answered, no one dared answer, because they didn't even have the time to formulate a response before his attention was on the Snot Nosed runts at the opposite end of the room. "And you!" He roared "you think this funny, don't you? That this is a little game your playing, interfering in affairs you have no inking of. Well... luckily for you, as annoying as you are, you're still just mere children, so I'll give a chance to repent for your ignorant sin this day. From this day until your last day, stay out of the way of me and my men and our allies, or so help me Arceus, Bird jesus and all his fucking apostles, the next time we meet I will crush you all into the barren and scorched earth with the fury of a thousand splendid suns. Death... will be a complete afterthought by the time we are done with you. This is your first and last warning. Do not cross us again, children. We are the harbingers of the Luminous Dawn. We do not forgive, we do not forget." With a sharp turn and a whirl of his long coat, he walked back towards the hole he came from, hailing his grunts with a standard military gesture in the same motion. "Move out, you morons! We're done here, the quota has been met this day! Your asses and those capsules had best be in that van before I get there, or you'll feel the same fury I just prescribed to them!" No one dared question. No one dared linger or argue, all of them hauled ass out of that room as fast as they could, practically tripping over their own sacks of stolen goods as they scrambled through the hole. True to his threat, they already had the ignition started and the balls in transit into the back by the time he was at the makeshift opening, giving one last, piercing pass of the visor at the trainers. "We do not forgive. We do not forget. Neither should you. Do not forget this day; We among the Initiative are foes you do not want nor are prepared to have hounding your backs. Ever you see our faces again, simply turn and walk the other direction. You'll enjoy far happier and fuller lives that way." And with that, he and his electric ape were gone. The van doors slammed from outside, the motor revved once, and the sound of screeching rubber filled the air as they peeled off into the city, gone like phantoms.

Oh god, not more puns... as if I hadn't heard enough of those for a day. look, I'ma go back to my work now, so...

Oh fuck it, I can just come back to this stuff later on I guess... for the first time in a while I actually have a bit of wriggle room... anyways, there, it's been fixed.

Well you didn't exactly specify it was a shove, so... Look, i'll fix it a little later. I've got something to finish at the moment.

Arya "Wow ok, really? Like, really? A bit rough there... considering you were literally sobbing your eyes out just moments ago" She couldn't help but gripe inwardly as Layla practically shoved her away in that moment. Hell, if she didn't know any better, the girl had almost seemed outright eager to break away, almost afraid, even...that said though, the embrace from Esyllt earlier flashed through her mind "Well... I guess I'm not really one to talk, am I? Still, compared to her, at least I have the decency to not go practically glomping unsuspecting people like a freaking maniac." Regardless, none of that was important now... "I, um, I can tell the rest of you how to unlock your p-powers if you want. They're already a part of you and it isn't hard." "We'll need all the help we can get" Arya answered with a simple nod "there's no point in letting any resource go to waste. Besides, it's too late to run away now...best hurry it up though, no telling how little time we might have..."

The Gates of Avarice... that ancient monolith that has dominated the face of the continent since time immemorial. As constant as the path of sun and many faces of the moon. As distant as the farthest star... as foreboding as the sweet voice of death itself. Pulsing with the light of the full moon, what secrets might lay veiled beyond the sight of unworthy mortals? Man has come to take hold the very power of the stars themselves, the unbridled light of truth clasped within his very palms, and yet... yet so blind is he, that he acknowledges not his own nature. He still plays the part of the fool, oblivious to the futility of his own denial. How many more must die before he embraces the gaping abyss yawning wide in his heart? How many demons must he face, before he finally realizes they are naught more than his own creation? The time has come. May the Gates yawn wide yet again... Let the Second Reaping begin. Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olimBe patient and tough, my child. For someday, this pain shall be of use to you. INTRODUCTION: The Gates of Avarice. I've been working on this world for a while now. For those of you who might have read a few of my statuses many months ago, you might recall me mentioning it or bits and pieces of it's lore... especially of a man called Ryder. As you can probably guess from that bit of introduction above, this is a fantasy world, and for all intents and purposes, the spiritual successor of the long since defunct Project Sky Slayer. It takes many of the same concepts present and adds onto them it's own spin and unique view. In addition to it's unique spin, I also wanted to try something different with how I present the story of this world. Rather than outright writing a traditional chaptered narrative, revealing bits and pieces of lore and history as the plot advances and characters develop... I intend to do the same with nothing more than a collection of scattered writings in the form of poems, nursery rhymes, bard songs, historical records, rumors, and legends, passed down from one generation to the next. Rather than laying it all out nice and neat, I will instead leave it up to readers to piece everything together, with each individual story and tale serving as a puzzle piece in the bigger picture of the world. I may eventually write a chaptered narrative, though whether I actually do and whether I ever share it... that's a matter for another day. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. Even just commenting on what you like about a particular work will be enough. For now, I will post work directly into this OP. In the future though, for the sake of space, I may shift to using Google docs to store each individual work and simply provide open links. To start it off, I have two poems. More work will come soon as things expand. THE BARDS OF THE ABYSS: Woe to Old Myria Primal Sins

Arya "Well that explains it, I guess..." of course something like that would be included in foreign lore... not like she could actually fault herself for not knowing it. Sermons had never exactly been the biggest... concern back home, especially sermons from the matron faith of a country that was technically a sworn foe of her homeland even now, and up until a certain time ago, a sworn foe of her by extension as well. Sure, they were fighting a defensive war and the crazy bitches running this damn nation were the ones who had struck first, but It was hard to feel patriotic for her home after seeing how perfectly content the system was to just cast aside someone who risked life and limb to defend it, hard to feel patriotic after her own mother spent years dutifully serving her country regardless of the personal or mental sacrifice, only to be cast aside once she finally broke. As if her service had meant nothing. As if her sacrifice had meant nothing. As if she was just another pawn on the chessboard, not a human being, just a tool, just another collective means to the same end... victory. But even as much as she despised the land she once thought so highly of, as much of the mere thought of such ugly injustice, such blatant and flaunted actus reus...as she wanted nothing more than to tear it all down like some Laylite facade and watch it's remains and the remains of those who had been so willing to permit such wretched grievance to persist burn with the splendid light of a thousand hellish sun... her mind drifted towards something as the girl-goddess began to weep. It was strange, how similar it was... how similar it felt. That vile, repugnant feeling that had permeated the air up until a few minutes ago, and that sensation of utter loathing and horrid disgust she had felt back then as she watched that fiasco slowly unfold one stage at a time, a mere bystander to the destruction, powerless to actually stop it... It was too damn familiar. So what now? Just stand aside again like she'd always been forced to? Run away like a coward, disgrace and besmirch her mother and her family name even more than they'd already been? No... a thousand times no. Fuck that. Fuck all of it. "No one... is dying today." She whispered, pulling her in close before the other girl could react, voice steadier and stronger than the hardest-wrought steel, just as her hold was. "Not you....not anyone in this room, or any of the others who're like this as well. There's far more than enough pointless death and destruction and sacrifice in the world as it is. I'm tired of just being a witness, tired of standing aside and criticizing it all from afar while I let the cycle repeat itself. I don't care who the hell is after you, I'm not about to let them get to you, kid. I promise that."

A minor adjustment is fine so long as it's within reason. I only point out the slight overbudget because the 3000 thing has kinda been runnning in solid stone ever since the beginning back in 96. so just to keep things simple and uniform, it's best to assume that through tradition or what have you, that the standard amount for a new trainer to be allotted by their parents/ legal guardians at the start of their journey is 3000. 3000 is enough to get a few things, but not enough to make things too easy without having to actually work and fight for more cash Really though, all you need to do is get rid of two items or so.

It's not. just did the math, subtotal without Unova Sales Tax comes in at 3350 PD. 4 Potions= 1200 5 Antidotes= 500 2 Awakening= 500 2 Burn heals= 500 2 Paralyze heals= 400 1 Ice heal= 250 Subtotal=3350 Average trainer allowance for newbies just beginning thier journey is only 3000 PD. Each and every last one of the games in the main series affirms this fact. Plus Jory did say... You had to ask about it here because you weren't sure. That should've been warning enough that you're going a bit overbudget there.