[Somewhere deep in the forest, Espeon is angrily attacking a tree. Her paws or her tail slam against the hard bark with each attack. Of course, this is causing quite the amount of damage to her, but very little damage to the tree. However, the lack of promising results does not stop her from continuing, with each attack becoming more intense than the last.]

Espeh! Espeon esp espeon espeh?!
[Why! Why can't I control it?!]

[Espeon now holds her ground before the tree, her stance filled with intensity and rage. With the flood of emotions, the gem on Espeon's head begins to glow brightly and her eyes blank out entirely.]

Eeeeeeesssssspeeeeeeoooooooon!
[Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!]

[With that, a massive, multi-colored Psybeam fires from the glowing gem... Right at you!

So, what are you going to do? Can you manage to dodge the rapidly approaching Psybeam, are you going to get hit by it? And of course, what are you going to do to Espeon?]

[[OOC: Don't kill me guys! xD;;]]

[Snoozing in the CMA... it's... Silver?

For the sake of argument, yes, it is technically the same Silver. Though most may not realize that, as he looks entirely different. His hair's loosely pulled into a ponytail, he's wearing Gold's cap, and he's wearing a slight variation of his usual clothes - his HeartGold/SoulSilver redesign. Even under his cap is a lick of hair that sticks up.

And he seems to have appeared from nowhere, just as most arrivals do.]



((Because I was tired of not being able to use him.))

[in a house on the island, something impossible is happening! ASH IS COOKING CONSUMABLE FOODS.]

Okay...Well, it smells okay...

Hey, Silver, Paul, Other me, dinner's ready! We're havin' hot dogs and macaroni!

Come on in so we can get the Pokemon fed too!

[[ooc- obviously he's yelling out the door or window or something, um, though I guess if you were to hear him you'd have to be rather close to the house. EITHER WAY. Mostly making this post for our psuedo familyyyyy~]

[There's a Yellow who has appeared on the island. Though this one is a bit older, about sixteen. Still short, but starting to get a bit of that female figure. And she looks quite confused.]

I fell asleep again...but I was sure I was on Cerise.

[Pulls a pokeball off her belt.]

We did go to Cerise, right Pie-suke?

[She closes her eyes and nodded.]

We did.

[She puts the pokeball back in her belt, standing up and looking around.]

So...where are we now? And how did we move? No one was following us. We made sure of that.

[Looks worried.] Hopefully Lance-san is fine. We were supposed to meet there and if I was taken...

((OOC: Meet an AU!Yellow. She comes from a very different world.))

[How long had it been since Mesprit had been near the CMA? Probably a while at least . . . but she has a good reason - the result of her absence is currently perched on her head.

It's a little Swablu, his cotton wings wrapped slightly around his roundish sky-blue body. He's rather happy too, enjoying the ride on Mesprit's head despite making it look like she's wearing a cotton hat. There's even a pink ribbon tied on top of his head, around his head-feathers - most likely a little gift from his mama. Of course, smiling Mesprit appears to be too happy for her own good, and it's probably not just about her Egg hatching . . . she's beaming. Still, she finds a bench nearby and takes a seat, just taking in the warmth of a late-autumn day . . . and being a new mama.]

Ah, are you okay up there, Alto? It's not too chilly up there, is it? [With a happy chirp, Alto descends from his pink nest of the top of her head, landing in her arms. Just the soft feel of his wings against her skin makes her giggle. She is so easily ticklish.] . . . a-haha, Alto! You're . . . you're tickling me!

[Most likely anyone nearby can hear her cheerful laughter . . . Care to meet the little hatchling . . . or figure out why she's so happy?]

[[OOC: Will tag later . . . Heading to sleep~!]]

[Morning near the CMA found Cyrus quite preoccupied indeed.

He hadn't been sure who had set the box down; there had been no note, nor had there been any signs that anyone had been anywhere near him, much less close enough to set the thing down on his lap. At the time, he had been asleep, though not through any intention of his own; he had been sitting up, his back propped against one of the walls of the building and various sheets of paper covered in his own thick, heavy scrawl resting across his legs. His positioning, also, was a problem - he hadn't felt anyone place the box down, and he was a notoriously light sleeper.

At the same time, he was still fully aware of what he had been told - the island would provide when it saw fit to do so, and apparently, it was Cyrus' morning.

The box was wooden and deceptively heavy, despite its size; his first indication of what the island had apparently decided he needed at that moment came when the thing refused to open. After a few moments of studying it, the small mechanisms in the sides were found; the puzzle was undone in five moves and the box slid open easily.

The contents were, at first glance, intended to be assembled into something. A second cursory look was enough to tell him that it wouldn't be anything useful.

He had set the box aside and continued writing.



...and that was an hour ago.

The island is still proving impossible to analyze or understand in its entirety; a pattern in the events that have occurred has yet to emerge in Cyrus' observations, and he finds his gaze trailing more and more often toward the box, still sitting at his side.

Eventually, he decides to indulge for a while. It's been quite some time since he's really worked with his hands, but it's not unfamiliar; despite the fact that the items in the box are relatively small and in no way useful, the fact remains that machines make sense, and he quickly settles into something resembling a pattern when it comes to the assembly of...whatever it is that the island has left for him.

This, of course, is a bit too comfortable. Feel free to poke him for whatever reason, even if it's simply to ask why the esteemed Team Galactic leader is sitting near the CMA and essentially playing with toys - however, indulging in that latter part is done at your own risk.]

[There's a new face on the island. Well, not really knew as there are a few versions of her running around, but she's new.

And she looks confused. Or maybe he, as she is wearing her hat.]

How did we get here?

Pika?

Pi...

[Now she looks at the Pikachu with a flower in her hair in surprise.]

CHUCHU! You're a Pikachu again!

((OOC: And this is yellow right after the whole getting lost at sea with a mad Luigia. So near the end of G/S/C arc. She's also been in digital_dive for a while, so she might know some people don't expect her to know.))

[On the edge of the CMA, there are six wooden cylinders hanging parallel to the ground from an extending branch, with Aaron standing next to them. He then strikes each one, setting them all in motion, all with different speeds. He blindfolds himself, then walks into the path of the cylinders, effortlessly dodging each one.

Want to see what this is about?]

((A quiet, peaceful afternoon. Pidgey are chirping and kids are playing.
......Were sorry to destroy your perfect afternoon.

Suddenly there's loud machine sounds, if you look up into the sky you will see this. Now your mind basically went 'WHAT IS THIS MADNESS' but wait! You'll be even more confused as you see.. There's a couch tied to the helicopters, with a woman sitting on it. No you don't need to go to physiatrics.

The helicopters put the chair (and the woman) down in the middle of the CMA and just left her there. Still sitting, the woman opens her fan and looks around.))

Isn't this place looks strangely familiar?


((.....You're free to disturb her! Her whip doesn't seem to be around its hidden in her couch))

[Oh hey, it's little Silver again. Except this time, he looks particularly... well. Terrible. Both physically and emotionally.

He's limping, and it looks like his left foot is injured...though the way he walks in general seems to be painful. He's got a giant bruise under his right eye, and another on his chin, both a nasty purple.

Underneath clothes, he's got some burns on the backs of his legs, and several cuts on his back from poison sting. And under his hair, a big lump from being hit very hard on the head.

Physical trauma aside, the mental trauma is plain as day. He's in plain sight of other people save for Paul and the injured Ash, for now, but he won't even take the chance to try and talk to anybody.

If anyone comes close, he freezes up and goes deathly silent, so still that he can't even shake in fear.

There's a good chance he'll try to run, so approach with caution...]

[Following Gold's encounter with Blue, he is seen heading towards Reggie's place, carrying a Togepi in his arms. He's been working on training it recently, and intends to have Reggie to look it over to ensure it's healthy. After all, it hardly behaves normal.

However, that's only the task he has on the surface. Anyone who looks at him may notice he looked pensive and scatterbrained, like he's really concerned over something. While he heads over to that location, he's keeping his eyes peeled, looking for any traces of Silver, or possibly even the Mask of Ice. Silver has to be protected from him at all costs...! ]

[...

Guess who just lost the game their berries?

8(]

*There is a Staraptor in the CMA, flapping about and looking for people. Dare you approach?*

Star! Staraptor!

"What is this?" So there's possibly the most freaky-looking human conceivable standing on the beach, confusion written clearly on his face. The last thing he remembered was being hauled off to prison. Last he checked, prisons didn't look like tropical islands.

He turns away from the water to glance over the line of palm trees before him. No, there was no way this was even Orre.

"Xatu, scout this place out. I need to know where we are, and if I can get in contact with Evice." He says as he sends out the psychic bird, who nods silently, then takes off.

*Shaymin has been working her little paws off at the Central Meeting Area today. Getting by with a little help from her friends, she was able to bring a big table long enough to have room for all of the residents of the Island, complete with a tablecloth patterned with autumn leaves and feathers, and tons of dishes, silverware and napkins tied up in orange and red bows. There's a bouquet of a rainbow of flowers in a vase and there is a cornucopia stuffed with fruit and Glacidea flowers*

*There's food galore: mashed potatoes, gravy, a basket of butterballs in the shape of Pokeballs, matching salt-and-pepper Plusle & Minun shakers, cranberry sauce, a fresh-baked loaf of bread, a bowl of berries/Poffins/Pokeblocks and bananas and oranges and Perfect Apples, peach cobbler, etc. with pumpkin pie, ice cream, brownies, cake, etc. topped with your choice of whipped cream or chocolate chips or cherries for dessert! There's ice water, cold milk, Perfect Apple juice, iced tea, root beer, etc. for the non-alcoholic choices, and beer, vodka, champagne and delicious wine for those who want to make merry. Finally, there is that big roasted turkey in the middle that's got your mouths watering. Mmmm!*

I want to thank everyone for joining me in this wonderful Thanksgiving dinner~! ♥ Before we eat, I have one last present for everyone~! I want you to close your eyes for ten seconds and think about everything that you are grateful for! Ready? No peeking now! Go~!

*ten seconds pass* *if you were a good person and closed your eyes, you will open them to discover that the entire Central Meeting Area is now blossoming head-to-toe in Glacidea flowers* *feel free to ooh and ahh at the depths of your gratitude!*

Okay everybody~ Let's eat~! ♥♥♥

Piplup was in the middle of the Island training that day, fighting her little wings off in what could be considered a kata. It was surprising but she had finally discovered who she was, and why her voice was so androgynous.

Her name was May. She had a friend in Dawn, Leaf, Red...

Most importantly, she was a champion.

So it was here that May, or rather Piplup, was training her little backside off in preparing for becoming the first Pokemon Trainer who was a Pokemon herself.

(ooc: AU revisions puts mystery dungeon in a Post-Platinum Fanon and Piplup was revealed to be May in another game. Go fig.)

[[Bertha has actually been hard at work on the island. What has she been doing?

Tunneling.]]

Just a bit more ought to do it, Rhyperior.

[[And she's just popped her head out of the ground...

...right next to you!]]